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“Pain is something that can be soothed, can be permanent, but can’t never happen. You’re bound to feel pain at least once in your life,” King Andrew once said. “Death is an unavoidable tragedy. You die either of natural causes or purposeful causes. There’s nothing that lasts forever, neither can you.

“Alexis… whatcha doin’? I can lend a hand, tell me what I should look for and-”

“Silence!” Huff. Huff. Huff. Salty tears. Sad sobs. No pictures. “I… can look for them myself. I don’t need you\,” she said turning toward him\, “Ever. Get your *ss out my room. My home. My empire. And you know what? If you’re gonna be an *sshole about two dead people you don’t know\, get the f*ck out of my-”

“Alexis! Language!” He yelled. Again. Tch. Alcoholics. They have no control over themselves. “I’m your caretaker until you turn eighteen and-”

“Can you shut the f*ck up\, Isaac? You know what? Change your godd*mn name before the next time you appear in front of me. You piss me the f*cking\, crappy\, b*llsh*t-like world off. Get the f*ck out of my room.”

“You-! Tch. Fine.” Isaac always had a temper. He knew. “Farewell\, your f*cking highness. B*llshit\, you can’t even take care of yourself\, how can you even be royalty?” He was right. But that’s not what matters most. What matters most is that she finds the cause of the accident. She knew. The thought of it made her shiver\, the shiver going down the spine and back up to her skull.

“He’s right… how can a nobody like me take over the throne…” Sobbing. Again. Every day for the past ten days, there hasn’t been a single day without tears. Those eyes were all swollen.

Who am I? Where am I? How the f*ck did I end up here? She thought. She’s always been that normal 16-year-old orphan from the orphanage\, just more bad*ss and protective of her friends.

“Your royal highness, there’s a guest waiting for you in the lounge. Should I let him in?” It was the royal butler. “He seems to be a young, nice man, about twenty years old,” he continued. She glared. The butler saw. “Has there been any ally of the Empire of Ryansburg? Never. Never has there been a single, f*cking, piece of turd that’s ever allied with us. And did you say something about a ‘young, nice man’? Ha! What a joke!”

That poor butler, he was trying to get her to calm down, the young, nice man was only the royal therapist. Ever since Queen Anna threw her fit about King Jason and his side chick, there’s been a royal therapist, but that was about a thousand years ago, and there wasn’t a therapist position. It was… a mental doctor.

“Your highness…” the butler wasn’t sure if he should continue. “Continue, Henry,” Alexis said. As pissed off as she was, the butler, Henry, was amazed she didn’t throw another tantrum. “Yes, your highness. The royal… erm… doctor… is here.” She was definitely pissed off now. “Send him off,” Alexis said without a second thought.

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