"Father what is it." I chime in but his face is sympathetic. Theres another man in the room. About my age his dark hair matches my fathers and his tan limbs match my mothers own. "Who is that ... father?" I ask timidly not getting a responce from my father.
"My son." He slams his hands down on the table fury in his eyes now. Hes like a simmering fire that just got a bucket of gasoline dumped onto it.
"I have a brother?" I am so utterly lost I cannot find words mother only had one pregnancy... with me.
"I'm Garnet." He has a smirk hidden beneth his humble face. He reaches his hand out towards me. I don't know wheather or not to shake it so I do. He has a firm grip and I have no clue what caste hes in I know hes not a four, Six, Seven, or eight.
"Maxon I-I dont know how to...," He stutters King Clarkson my father has only stuttered one time thats when mother was yelling at him about something putting him in his place. "Your not my son." His face is cold with sympathy.
"A D.N.A. test was done Garnet had the same blood type as me. Dr. Cullsbury preformed a D.N.A test after that." Not many people had the same blood type but how would that coralate at all with a D.N.A. test.
"Got into a bad accident a few months ago and needed a blood transplant." Fathers blood type is so rare that this is the honest truth.
For about thirty seconds were all standing there not having any preception of what to do, then Mother burst through Fathers office door. I mean Queen Amberly bursts throught King Clarksons doors. It hurts to see her like that her eyes full of tears. Tears clouded with dark make up.
"Amberly, I told you to stay in the womans room until me and the advisors have figured out what to do about this whole situation." He glares raising his voice at her. He has never done that ever.
"Clarkson, sit down." Shes over by the desk now with her hands slamed on the table. He sit's down. "Now get of your damn high horse. No one will stop me from seeing my son." His adams apple bobs up and down before he opens his mouth to speak. Mother is back down his throat before he could open his mouth. "Maxon, not whatever the other one is. Don't you dare say that he isn't. If I raised the damn boy he's my son."
"Maxon come here, while these two boys, plus the advisors figure this out we're going to spend a few day with Adele." Mother grabs my arm pulling me away from his office.