Disclaimer: Sadly the characters aren't mine, simply borrowing for fun......
The Queen Who Would Be King
Like all fairy tales this one should have started with once upon a time, even though there really wasn't ever a time like this. The poor, and not in the monetarily challenged sense, had been hit with so many calamities it was no wonder everyone hadn't gone stark raving mad.
As usual there was a royal family a King and a Queen who had 2 sons. They couldn't have been more different as if they had been born of different parents. Alexander, he was the oldest by 5 years and the heir apparent to the throne of the Kingdom of Metropolis. From the time he could walk and talk he understood what his role was to be, his playmates were treated like his subjects and he even aligned his toys in a receiving line to greet him as he entered his room. He was the apple of his parents' eyes; his father would talk military strategy in lieu of stories at bed time. He would take him with him into council meetings and on tax day he was given a chair next to his fathers.
The King and Queen were well loved by the citizens of Metropolis. Kind hearts, Robert and Laura Queen, (yes some of the children got a kick out of calling her highness Queen Queen), ruled fairly and justly. They encouraged the growth and prosperity of the kingdom by adopting new inventions developed by their people. Of all the lands you could say that Metropolis was well ahead of its neighbors.
Alexander would play as if he were the king, with the kingdom prospering so he was sure that his future was his for the taking. Then it happened the day his brother was born. Oliver…the name itself brought his anger to the surface. It was a name that seemed to catch popularity with all the nannies in the castle, he became Ollie and Alexander became board with the intruder. One night Alexander snuck into the baby's nursery just after the nanny had changed him and put him down for a the night. Ollie looked up at his older brother and gurgled and cooed. His arms outstretched.
"Save it kid, you weren't part of the plan. In fact if you disappeared right now I wouldn't miss you at all." He spoke grabbing a pillow and reaching over the crib he thought to smother the child.
"Alexander what are you doing" his mother asked hurrying into the room. Alexander tucked the pillow into the crib propping the baby on his side.
"He was fussing mother and I wanted to help out" he spoke innocently.
"Oh my sweet boy." She spoke kissing Alexander on the top of the head. "You are an angel, thank you. Run along and head to bed. I'll be there to tuck you in."
"Ok mother" he smiled sweetly. He turned and ran out the nursery. As he headed down the hall to his room his heart became darker and colder toward the child named Ollie.
'Kid, you had better stay out of my way this kingdom is mine.' He thought as he entered his room and readied for bed. He climbed in after he changed into his night clothes and waited for his mother…