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Chapter XXXII ♕ Day One of Truths

"What were you thinking?! You deranged shit!" my heart began to beat so fast until I couldn't hear it anymore. The voice was one I knew very well, my father's voice booming through the palace halls. It was such a sudden and surprising rip through the air that my door guards were thrown off guard, momentarily bumping into my door before recreating their previous posture. I didn't know what was worse: my father's insulting voice or my heart-breaking scream from weeks ago. The palace servants deserved a raise.

Nevertheless, was I going to remain here completely oblivious? That would be a negative. I rose off my bed, completely ignoring everything I was doing and jumped off the steps moving to my bed's platform. I rushed at the door, barefoot with wet nail polish. I threw open the door, seeing my guards holding more tense figures than I'm used to. They didn't stop me when I went dashing towards the source. In fact, no one stopped me.

I could hear a very vocal fight break out in the drawing room, and I headed there. I could only make out my father's voice and I figured he was having one very heated discussion with a client. Because of this, I didn't both in moving to the ground floor. Instead I used the first floor's entryway, appearing next to the upper level's library. I snuck until I could loom over the balcony, seeing the drawing board from above. Instead of seeing the lunatic King and his client, I saw something even worse.

The fight broke out between my father and Bartholomew.

"You didn't think I would found out? You thought if you just waited it out, then everything would go back to normal? How would you ever think something like this is acceptable?!" if I had to guess, I would speculate that he found out about the jet.

"I wanted to pull a prank on you! Try and make you understand!" Bartholomew countered, and even I had to admit that was one weak response. I still didn't exactly understand why they had pulled that stunt in the first place, but they were upset thirteen year-olds.

I then realized Bartholomew's words. He talked in singular, meaning that he wanted to keep Cornelius out of it. Justified maybe, but a little stupid I admit. Especially since it isn't a good sign when you lie to the King.

"Understand? Understand what?! Understand that my son is a psychotic little devil?! This is the most lunatic and preposterous thing I have ever heard of! You broke into my private grounds and vandalised my jet! How foolish can you be?!" his voice was unhinged with ferocity and I worried for Bartholomew. I felt bad for hiding out, but I honestly feared him when he was in this state. I peeked through the railing to see that my mother and Cornelius were both present, but stood more to the side. I couldn't decipher her expression, but it was a mixture between concern and anger.

This was not good. This was nowhere near good.

"You don't have any idea, do you?!" Bartholomew grew furious. "You and Mother don't understand what you put us through! We try to be the perfect heirs, we try to be the best princes and try to honour the family name but our individuality is pushed away by your expectations! We're not stuck-up and we can't confide with your obeys! You want us to perform in front of the world, yet you don't understand what we feel. We can't sleep because we're afraid, and we can't focus because we're self-conscious. You're conservative and refuse to adapt to modern times, forcing Melanie to change herself and forcing us to uphold traditions that have long since been deemed inadequate! You look down on commoners and you'd rather want us all locked up in the palace, away from forming friendships with people without blue blood. You don't like dyeing hair or piercings or tattoos because you believe that the only trustworthy people are those who look exactly the same way as when they were born. You hated it when Melanie dyed her hair and couldn't uphold the shame of having the heir look like that and forced her to change. When you found out she had been sneaking out to see Caleb, you were furious because you couldn't understand why she would want to meet with a commoner or even why she didn't tell you. You were upset that she didn't trust you, yet why should that be a surprise? After everything you've done, why do you honestly think we'd trust you? The real reason why you kept us from the media was not because you waited until we were eligible royals, but because you were ashamed of us! We were rebellious and hated to be supressed, and you couldn't stand the thought of the media turning our family into a scandal. Well, guess what? Melanie took on Caleb to protect her pride and you ridiculed the entire situation, adapting to the 'I didn't know what was happening' innocent façade to get out of the public's evil eyes and 'corrected' Melanie until she fit your perfect category. But you don't understand! The media loves Melanie! They support her! Not because of her agreeing to change herself to be a suitable royal, but instead for standing up for herself! She didn't adapt to being the distressed damsel and you don't realize it, but that's what you're trying to make out of her. Out of all of us, even Mother! You just want everything to be perfect," Bartholomew hissed in absolute disdain, Cornelius on the side shaking form the tense atmosphere. Seeing his impression I knew that he might start crying any second, and hoped that he wouldn't. Father would get angry with him then for showing weakness.