At one of the deserted Practice Rooms in the Royal Palace.
" I said , kneel! "
A ten year old had the trigger in his hand while the barrel pointed at someone , wearing the Royal Guards uniform. He was a well built, muscular man , towering over the four feet tall, little guy. But he was shivering.
He shivered as he bent down and fell on his knees, like he was told.
The ten year old smiled. A satisfied smile. Then he extended his right feet towards the one that was kneeling. His boots were so shiny, you could almost see your reflection in it.
" Now lick, "
the ten year old went again.
His name was Cameroon. He was the only son of King Frederick, from one of his concubines.
He was fed up when his wife was only able to give him daughters.The birth of Cameroon, was a feast or his e
