A BRIDE FOR THE PRINCE

Who Will Be Queen?

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In Trying To Fix Your Mistake, We Sometimes End up Making Even more Mistakes.

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**PRINCE ALEX**

Frightened barely grazed the tip of the ice berg to explain how he felt or elaborate on how he was feeling. He wasn't scared of my parents, Prince Alex didn't think he could ever be terrified of them. The only thing that was certain was that he was scared of the things they could do. Power was everything. If you had enough power, no one could stand in your way and my parents were at the top of the line. If they wanted, they could make everything go away with just mere words. He knew them all too well, they preferred damage control then trying to fix those mistakes rather than making them go away.

For that reason, Prince Alex shuddered at the mere thought of the things they'd make him do to rectify this issue.

As bad as it sounded, he didn't do anything wrong. Sure he was the heir to the throne, the only son and child, but under normal circumstances, there shouldn't be a problem with having s*x with a random lady. At the thought of that, Prince Alex shook his head vigorously and continued his journey to the throne room. He was beginning to consider silly things that were mostly absurd and also impossible. He quickened his pace to get there before anything else, before his parents grow tired of waiting for their screw up of a son to show up as always. They'd probably be figuring out what to say to him to get him to stop screwing up, ruining their image. No matter how hard they tried, he ended up making up one mistake or another.

While contemplating on his fate, he entered his home fully and briskly strolled through the hallways passing several guards. Every one of them tried to hide the look across their features, a disappointed one. Most of them made it almost invisible while others tried and failed. Prince Alex kept his head low and continued his navigation up until the throne room. His usual greeting from the guard standing by wasn't as honourable or loud as always. In fact, if he wasn't a prince and the guard didn't want to lose his job, Alexander was nearly certain he wouldn't have mouthed a single word.

The moment of truth had arrived, the time when he decided his fate before his parents. With more than enough time wasn't already, Alexander pulled the doors and stepped in then closed them behind him. Unlike before, his parents were discussing with each other in hush tones, there was nothing to discuss as they must have reached an immediate agreement the moment the topic was brought up.

Slightly, he raised his head to meet their eyes, regretting the decision as soon as it was carried out. The Queen, his mother looked down cast, sad, and broken. The King, his father had a stroking resemblance to a man whose world just crashed before his eyes and Alexander was at the middle of everything. He looked away and took a few more steps inside. His mother maintained her intense gaze on him, burning at his side and the King sat on the throne without a single word.

“I just want to know why Alex. I don't care to know how you did it or when, the only thing I desire to know is why. Why did you act in that manner knowing your status, your position and everything that you stood to lose if something went wrong and it did so why risk everything you have?” King Richard's voice suppressed after each word up until the last which was barely a whisper. Squeezing his eyes shut in pain, Prince Alex looked away and trembled with guilt.

“I did it because of everything you mentioned. Barely thirty six hours ago, you called me into this very room and explained to me that I'd get married to a complete and total stranger. I understand the love story you and mom had, how it worked out great and well but I'm not you two and I certainly don't want a predestined life. But, I remembered your teachings and I understood that above all, duty must come first so I decided to get on with your plan and marry someone, continue the legacy and every other thing you have in mind for my life.” He paused, clearly having both of their attentions. They were keen on letting him finish before any contradictions.

“What I did last night was the first. I always played safe whenever I was out. I broke a few rules but I never actually went too far. I always kept it simple knowing the damage it could do. Last night I threw caution straight into the wind and I left it there without so much as a single thought to it. I let myself get loose and I let her in.” He stopped to catch his breath for barely the seconds then picked up the pace.

“A prince shouldn't act as such. He shouldn't give in to any form of desires, hunger, thirst, or temptation. A prince is well mannered and spoken for. I don't know why I did it. I am the future king, yet I acted less than a twelve year old. No amount of apology is going to ever make up for that. I never meant for this to happen. I apologise My King, My Queen. I am sorry.”

He went down on his knees, placed his head on his knees and sniffled. His father will never hear this, but maybe his mother might be open to it.

“You're sorry?”

The king thundred, striking his seat.

“You're sorry? Where will that help us at this point? Sorry is not going to change anything. Sorry is not going to wipe this stench of disgust you put this family under. Sorry is not going to make other royal families respect us. What if that girl gets pregnant? Will sorry remove the baby growing inher womb? Tell me my son, you are my son, so how could you have turned so silly? So stupid. You are my flesh and blood, I trained you since you were a baby, you were prepared for this, why did you choose to bring shame to us? Why?”

It wasn't a direct question. This was my father ranting and venting his anger out of me. He knew he messed up.

“Your father is right. Even if the girl doesn't get pregnant, she can still demand for anything. She can claim abuse or r**e from the Prince. No one will listen to you. This is an act that can't be erased, we are standing on lose tiles which can c***k and swallow us. This isn't the time to vent or act irrational. If there's anything to do, we need to stand up, present a united front, take control, hold the story, and do whatever we damn please with it.”

He lifted his head, his month stood in front of him.

“I'm ready to listen. I'm ready to learn. I'm ready ”

He chanted.

“Stand up. Every great king has faulted one way or another, made a silly mistake. We can either let it haunt us,control us, or we can learn from it and move on my son.”

He nodded and got up. His father refused to glance at him, the disappointment was visible on his face.

“As I said, we take control of the narrative. You are the prince and whether they like it or not, they need to respect you. You need to show them that you aren't bothered, even if you are, you need to act the opposite. Give them something to chew on. It doesn't need to come out as a lie, just give them something. Anything that takes their mind off it. Debunk all the rumours, come out strong and make them bow to you, because my son you are King, regardless of what they say, you are the King of Vermont.”

He nodded once more.

“I know exactly what to tell them mother. It's something that I should've said. I didn't want to own up just yet, but it's a matter of necessity now. I will call for a press conference, the media has requested I make a comment, I will. I'll gather each of them in this very palace, then I'll let them know in two weeks I'll have a queen by my side.”

He gulped. A smile spread across his mother's face. His father returned his gaze to him and nodded in approval. He knew this was the only way out. It was coming, it's best he uses it to his advantage rather than let a good opportunity go to waste. The only question is; who can he stand for the rest of his life? Who will be Queen?

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