“Andre! Andre. Andre.” Pierre screamed from his bed.
“Andre! Andre! Andre! Andre!” He continued.
The doors swung open. “Bloody hell. What is the matter with you Pierre?”
Pierre lifted his head from the bed smiling.
“Oh there you are.” He said then he dropped his head back on the bed.
“Why on earth were you just randomly calling my name in that way?” Andre asked.
“I was actually just testing your name and seeing how perfectly it rings.” Pierre said childishly. “Just for the fun of it.”
Andre shook his head.
“Sometimes I wonder if you are truly going to be King at all.” Andre said.
Pierre laughed. “Oh do not be so serious Andre.”
“Mother was looking for you. Have you seen her yet?” Andre asked sitting down.
Pierre rolled his eyes. “Yes I have.”
“What was all the fuss about?” He
