“Charlie, will you please sit down?” Isabella whisper yelled at the little boy, who was pacing impatiently back and forth inside the little nursery room, where all the toys were scattered and Harold sat back on the small swing, placed at one corner of the loud room, while Isabella felt confused looking back at her best friend and his annoying little baby brother, who was way more annoying than a child of his age.
Everyone around the house, including Isabella, assumed Charlie to be a complete imbecile and an irritating little spoiled brat.
Harold sat back on the swing, looking down at his feet, wondering why was his father taking the hold of title of the King at such an early stage.
Isabella noticed the gloom on her best friend’s face and walked to sit down next to him on the lounge swin
