Chapter Seven

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"William, don't read at the table." My father tells me wearily. I look up from a book and look at Bianca and Nico sitting opposite me.
"Nico's doing it!" I protest childishly. He blushes and puts his book down, then continues eating his breakfast. I glance down at my own and pick at it lazily. I'm not really hungry...

"We're going to host a ball soon, as its Williams birthday." My mother says to Bianca. "It will be a good chance for you two to get to know eachother!"
"Wonderful." Bianca smiles, but it's guarded. It's a practised smile. I should know, I have to put one on every day. I try to get a glimpse of her eyes, to see how she really feels, but she won't look at me.

"The ball will be in a week..." She continues. I look down and sigh. I don't want a ball. There will be too many people, all watching me. If I slip up (which I obviously will), everyone will see. They'll think I'm unfit for ruling. I don't really want to rule, but my parents will care if I mess up, and-
"What did your food do to offend you?" Nico's voice snaps me from my thoughts.

"Huh?" I frown, glancing over to him.
"You've been glaring at your plate for the past two minutes." He tells me.
"Oh." I blush. "I was just thinking."
"What were you thinking about?" He asks as my parents and Bianca continue to talk.

"I don't really want a ball." I admit. "I don't like crowds, and everyone will be staring at me."
"I know how you feel." He nods. "But I don't think you have a choice."
"I know." I sigh. I stare at Nico or a moment. He stares right back, daring me I say what's on my mind. I decide I can trust him, so I liver my voice to a whisper and say something which is basically treason. "I hate being royalty."

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