When we awoke, we were still in our room, but... there was another person. Warily, I back away. Not a word was spoken as she came closer... and handcuffed me.
The rope tied around my hands, I was lead as if by leash to the world outside my room. Behind me, Alfred let himself be taken willingly, and as such had no rope. Lukas was no where to be found.
Dragged to another room that seemed a mile away, I traded my pride for curiosity. Inside was a glorious throne in a decked out hall. My brother sat on the throne.
My brother was a king.
Well, I knew that already though.
Sorry it took so long to update, I've been busy and had writers block. I'll be releasing a lot of chapters to make up for it.
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How To Become A King
FantasyA child, only fourteen, dies. Reborn into another world as the prince of a monarchy, what will he do with the absolute power he was reborn with? Lose it, obviously.
