Chapter 30 - It cant get any worse, and the Academy thing. (1/2)
”Anne, what… what about me?”
”What about you, uncle?” Anne was enjoying a cup of tea with her dear mother, Queen Elisa.
”That… I…”
”Mmm?”
The cruel little lady was ignoring his pledges again. Well, she knows how to hold a grudge, even more, when the childish King dared to steal from her.
”Mommy, is it okay to let Victor come with us to the show in the park?”
”Yes, my dear,” Queen Elisa couldn't stop beaming with delight whenever the little girl called her that way. She had hoped for many years for the little girl to accept her but… but at the same time, she didn't dare to replace the memory of Anne's mother, her best friend. ”Just tell detective Thorne and Mrs. Thorne before you go to their house, or they will freak out like last time.”
”Okay, mom, thank you.”
Anne was taking her tea not minding the puppy looks of certain King.
”An… Anne, that…” the King was now pitifully desperate, but his dear niece didn't call him dad, not once. He had even resorted to bribing, then threatening, then pleading.
”We should go quickly, the show is about to begin,” Anne came down from the couch with her fluffy pink dress, however, before she went away, she gave her mother a little kiss on the cheek to say goodbye, ”Bye, mom.”
”Come back early, sweetie,” Anne was already on the door, ”don't forget to take Callum with you.”
”Okay, Mommy!”
The Queen was so on cloud nine, that she didn't notice the pitiful man sulking on the corner of the room. He was even growing mushrooms on the side and a dark cloud was floating around his head. It was a real cloud, though, not a metaphoric cloud, as Wizard Druon hadn't forgotten the attempt against his reputation last time, he made a small magic dark cloud to follow the King every day.
The phrase 'it can't get any worse,' couldn't come from the King's mouth or a storm would start over his head that very moment. However, many of the ministers, the childish Duke of Mills, the indifferent Prime Minister Prim, and even Queen Elisa had a bet on who will make him say it more times.
The scores were like this:
5 for Queen Elisa, the highest score.
3 for Prime Minister Prim, he was amazing at that.
2 for Henry, didn't know how he did it.
1 for Anne, she didn't make any effort as she asked with bright big eyes the King to say it, the same as the Queen.
1 for Moira, just had to write it or the King will get a big cake in return.
0 for Duke of Mills, he will never get to do it.
”Darling, come here,” the Queen had finally woken up from her sweet dream when the sight of her husband came to her eyes. ”Don't start growing mushroom over there, stop it… sigh.”
”No,” the King was now pouting even more, ”she doesn't want me to be her dad. It is not fair, you are my wife, and she calls you mom, so I should be called dad.”
”Sigh…” Queen Elisa didn't know what to do to console her dear husband.
Then from the door, a little red-haired girl came back.
”I forgot something,” she went to the corner to the pouting middle-aged man, and kiss him on the cheek. ”Bye, daddy.”
*****
Eight years later…
”What about your books?”
”They will give it to us there.”