flashback; the once and future king
@celestinexnbm
Matteo had been crying nonstop for the past week. He wanted his mom. He wanted his dad. He wanted his blanket and for his little sister to come and annoy him. He didn’t want to be in this castle. He kept trying to run away, but the guards always managed to pick him up with ease, taking him back to his room with little concern.
They kept saying this was his home, but it wasn’t. His home was in the woods. His home was in a cottage. His home was not here, with its cold halls and frosty stares. His “brothers” had thrown more than one temper tantrum. Matteo hadn’t understood why, until the words “crown prince” were mentioned. Matteo had gone into a state of shock.
As it was, tomorrow would be his coronation as the crown prince. Matteo wasn’t one for fits, but he was an easy crier. After all his attempts at escape, the king had apparently found an acceptable babysitter to make sure that he would be there the next morning.
“I would think the Good Witch would have better things to do than look after me,” he muttered. “I don’t even want to be king.”









