Hello people! New story for Maximum Ride! This also has a few ideas from the book Leviathan.(Don't own that) This isn't a comedy, amazingly. It will have a few snide comments here and there. I think I meant this to be a tragedy, but I'll find out if I want that in the future.

I don't own Maximum Ride

England, January 23 1914.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate and mourn the life of our great King Nicholas Allen Ride III." The priest sprinkled holy water on the golden casket. Trinkets of all kinds were littered around the Catholic Church. "In hope that King Nicholas III will have a safe passage to heaven. Let us pray."

We all bowed our heads and clasped our hands tight. This wasn't like any normal funeral, if you haven't noticed already. Our king has just passed the threshold, as they say. Everyone, and I do mean everyone, was gathered around the streets of London.

The Priest slowly made his way to the side of the casket and grasped a crown in his hand. "A new power shall rise today. Archduke Nicholas Allen Ride IIII shall now become King Nicholas IIII." The Priest placed the crown on a kneeling Nicholas IIII, the new king of England. "All hail King Nicholas!" He shouted as the new king rose to his feet to greet his people.

Clapping thundered through the streets, making our own personal earthquake with just clapping. King Nicholas shot a glance at me, smiled, and nodded. I walked slowly up the steps of the church and stood by my father. Yes, my father. I am Prince Nicholas Allen Ride V, mouth full right?

After the funeral and inauguration

"I hate wearing this!" I ripped off my sash and discarded my dress shirt. The great King Nicholas, aka my father, rolled his eyes.

"Like it's my fault you have to dress appropriately." My father snickered, but I wasn't laughing. I shot him a glare.

The Ride family has been ruling for centuries. My father is king now, but I'm not next in line for the throne. I'm not exactly complaining, since it is a big responsibility, but it's insulting. My father has a brother, and his child is archduke, and I'm just a prince.

"Now son, I know your still angry." My father sighed. "I'll try to find a loophole that can make you the next king and maybe even the next emperor."

Speaking of emperor, my great grandfather is the 'almighty man'. Why have a king when we have a emperor? Beats me. It seems emperor focuses on the entire UK, and my father focuses on just England. I guess we could use the word 'sharing of power' for this situation. Once my great grandfather dies, and he will because he's really old, my father will take his position

"Yea, loophole." I muttered, knowing it was no use. "Where's mother?"

"Crafts room." His eyes wouldn't meet mine.

Good, he can go do some kingly duty, or whatever. I ran, ok more like walked fast, through the halls of the palace. Yes, we have a crafts room. I call it the art room, where we have our paints, paper, and other miscellaneous items that involve art.

I quietly opened the door, revealing my mother painting, her back faced towards me. I slowly inched towards her, hoping I wasn't making a sound. My hands lifted, ready to scared her.

"Hello Nicholas." My mom said as she whirled around to face me.

I smiled and put my hands at my sides. "How'd you know?" I asked.

"Mother knows all." She rolled her eyes and twisted back towards her painting. I stood next to her painting so that she could see me and also paint.

"What are you painting?" I asked, though I could clearly tell.

My mothers eyes twinkled. "Are you feeling alright?" She stood up and pressed her hand on my forehead. "It's obviously a window." I slapped her hand off my head and chuckled.

You could say my mother and I have a good relationship. She was in her late thirties but she didn't look a day over 27. She had brown hair that slightly curled and bright green eyes that always showed what mood she was in. The only downside was she was the reason I wasn't next for the throne. I'm not angry at her at her though. I could never be angry at her. When my parents met my mother had no wealth or power, she was a commoner. My father fell in love with her though, and now I'm here.

"I told you to call me Fang. The name Nicholas is overused." I said with a wave of my hand.

"It's the name I gave you, it's the name I'll call you." Now it is my time to roll my eyes.

"Come on. I bet you didn't want to name me Nicholas. You just did because it's a 'royal name'" I laughed and she slapped me playfully. My mother wasn't like other women around here. She could actually think for herself.

"Where's Anna?" Anna being my slightly annoying younger sister.

Me mother pretended to look around the room. "Somewhere around this castle." She waved me off and began to paint again.

"Your motherhood still amazes me." I went to leave the room until I felt something hit my back. I spun around.

"Did you throw a paintbrush, at the prince?" I pretended to be angry. My mother was standing.

"Yes your highness." She mocked me slightly while smiling.

"That better not have had paint on it." I mumbled and left the room.

I walked towards my room, not really having anything to do at the moment. I'm only a no good prince, not really having a great future. I can only wish I could have a relationship like my mother and father, but I'm just an outcast among royalty.

Whoa, this actually turned into a chapter! I wrote this out of pure boredom! Review!