King Justin |j.b| (slowly updating)

The Beginning: Meet The Biebers

Song suggestion: Lorde-Royals
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Chanel gathered up her belongings to start her new job at the palace. Her grandmother told her all about the royals and how to approach them when spoken to and all of that good stuff but she wasn't having it.

"But grandma, why are we to speak to them with respect when they don't speak to us with respect? They just see us as peasants and workers." She said calmly and as a matter of fact. Connie stared at her grand-child in amusement as she continued on her little rant of why she shouldn't do things for the royal family when they were more than capable of doing it themselves.

"Told you, child. Grandma needs a little help around here paying off these bills that your grandfather left when he passed away. The insurance money helps but not as much as it 'ought to help." Chanel sighed while listening to her grandma explain the situation for the hundredth time this year. "I'm sorry, grandma. I didn't mean it that way.." She placed her hand on her grandma's and grabbed it softly. "It'll get better for us. I know it will."
                             ~J~
"Justinan, mon amour, où étiez-vous?" Translation: Justinan, my love, where have you been? His mother said in a faint, soft voice. Her face was full of concern as she took her oldest son in her arms. "j'étais inquiet." Translation: I was worried sick.

Justinan pulled away from his mother's arms and fixed his black suit jacket. "I was out with father, mother. He didn't tell you?" She shook her head no and frowned. "il n'a pas!" Translation: He did not! Justinan just shrugged nonchalantly and walked up the staircase to his bedroom. Before he could open the door good enough his baby brother, Jaxon, came flying out of the room and ran slam into him.

"Pourquoi êtes-vous dans ma chambre?! Translation: What are you doing in my room?! Justinan yelled and watched his brother hold his hands up defensively. "I was only finding something to wear for our dinner tonight, I swear, brother!" Jaxon yelled and ran down the hallway with Justinan chasing after him. The boys scurried through the crowds of people in the dining room, pushed through the cooks in the kitchen, and ran right into their sister in the family room.

"Pourquoi devez-vous deux faire tous les jours?" Translation: Why must you two do this every day? Jazmyn said, brushing her fresh pair of heels off that she had just taken out of the box just five minutes before both of her brothers decided to knock her over and scuff them up. She huffed and looked up at the both of them. "Hé bien?" Translation: Well?

Justinan shrugged and fixed his suit yet again. Jaxon laughed to himself and the both of them watched their baby sister start to freak out about her shoes. This was an every day thing in the Bieber palace.

"Roi Justinan, ton père est demandez-vous dans le jardin." Translation: King Justinan, your father is requesting you in the garden. Harold, Justinan's guard, said in his deep British accent. Justinan nodded and walked outside to the beautiful garden that his mother had started planting long before he was born. On the corner to the far left were white lilies and roses standing tall against the door frame. On the right were red roses mixed with lotus flowers and above them stood the biggest tree's branches that covered majority of the garden. The flowers on that were a pretty pink color mixed with some red ones.

Justinan ducked his head under the big tree and walked up to his father, Jeremy, who bowed before his son. "I ai trouvé votre femme." Translation: I have found your wife. He stood up and wrapped his arm around his son's shoulders, walking with him back towards the place. "Are you not happy, son?" Jeremy asked with his eyebrow raised. Justinan pulled away from his father and stared him in the eyes. "I'm the one that's supposed to pick who I will marry, father. Not you. I'm the king of this palace and I will choose who I get married to."