When the King re-opened his eyes, it was already past noon, the Queen was not in bed with him and his son was gone too. He got up from his royal bed and headed once again toward the bathroom. Two maids penetrated the room and started cleaning the bed sheets and the mess around it. After finishing his business, he flushed and looked at himself in the mirror, his face was filled with tiredness. He splashed a bit of water on it and decided to take a bath. Filling the large tub with warm water and bubble bath, the King undressed himself and got in sinking into the bubbles that were created by the soap.

His mind drifted off.

The Queen entered the bathroom and noticed her husband in the bathtub. She couldn't help it.

"So, how are we feeling today… huney…" she asked.

He could feel the coldness in her words, worst then apocalypse itself, his wife was the scariest thing he had faced in all his life.

"We think that your tone should change if you have intentions of having a discussion with us." he answered.

"What makes you think I want to do that? I am mad King, VERY MAD." her voice rose.

It resonated in the King's ears, a headache suddenly started building up. The King's eyes closed and he sunk a bit deeper in the bubbly water. The queen sat on the edge of the bathtub and lifted the King's chin.

"Why did you break your promise?" she asked, her beautiful blue eyes filling up in tears.

"We already gave you reasons, our father gave us a challenge when he was drunk and we took it." he answered.

"Is that really a reason? Why must you be number one in everything King? Why do you always think you are perfection?" she spoke back containing the anger she felt inside.

"Because we are the King of All Cosmos, everyone should respect us and we should be number one no matter where we are and what we do." he replied and started to wash his body with the soap and sponge in his hands.

The Queen crossed her arms on her chest, she was starting to be angry again. Getting up from the side of the bathtub, she approached the sink and looked into the mirror.

"If only you could be number one in your promises as a loving husband…" she softly spoke.

The King did not reply to this, he had nothing to say. At the same moment, the door of the bathroom gently creaked, the Prince entered the bathroom and noticed his father in the large bathtub. He flew toward his mother and sat on her shoulder, they were so different in height, it was so hard to handle!

"What is it babe?" the Queen asked.

"N… Nothing, I was just lonely." the little Prince replied.

After the King was done washing his whole body and rinsing it, he drained the bathtub and asked politely for a towel to his wife, she handed it and he wrapped his body around it. The Prince looked at his father from head to toe, he wished so much to be like him when he grew up, if ever he would.

"What is it son?" the King asked while cocking an eyebrow.

"Dad…" the Prince started.

"Yes…?" the King answered.

"Do you love mama?" he bluntly asked.

"Of course we do! She is what we cherish the most as well as you!" the King replied while taking his razor and shaving cream and adjusting the objects on the side of the counter to shave.

"Then why do you hurt mama?" the little Prince asked very concerned and looking for a rightful answer.

"First, we do not hurt your mother, we live life the way it goes and we make mistakes. Your mother forgives us when we do something wrong, she is that nice toward us." he answered.

"Ah…" the little Prince sighed, still not satisfied by this simple answer.

"Darling, come with mama, we are going to fold daddy's clean laundry, ok?" the Queen filled the silence that had grown between the father and son.

"Ok!" the Prince exclaimed.

The Queen left the bathroom and the King gave a little love slap on the Queen's bum, a little bit displaced for a movement, it could be seen in the Queen's face. He went back to shaving his beard the way he always did.

ooo

The afternoon was already much advance when the King was working in his office answering the telephone, responding to email and postal mail, jotting down the many fan requests. He was tired, his hands ran on his temples rubbing them in a circular motion. The hangover had lasted a little too long, he was going way too often to the bathroom and he hadn't swallowed any food since he woke up. Opening silently a drawer that was hidden amongst another drawer, the King picked up a small lime green book and placed it in front of him over his paperwork.

Flipping through the pages of the photo album, he smiled at the pictures that were located in it. He carefully looked at the ones he loved to observe: one where the Queen was sitting down on the couch, asleep with her beautiful pregnant belly slipping accidentally out of her shirt or another one where the Prince lay in his crib, with a smile on his face waving his hands up in the air at his father.

"Gee, we feel ache in our heart for some unidentified reason…"

His heart almost stopped as soon as he saw one of the pictures near the last pages, it was a picture of the Queen dressed in a pink summer skirt holding her son high in the air with a smile. The Prince was still in diaper, his hands reaching out to his mother accidentally dropping his plushy, but nonetheless, he seemed very happy.

"We never though that we might have been hurting our family before…"

His eyes filled up with tears as he remembered what happened in the bathroom this morning: the Prince, shy as ever, unopened to his father and the Queen, flushing in anger for his actions…

Wiping the tears and putting the album back in its secret place, he took a handkerchief and blew his nose. His bladder manifested once again and getting up, he rushed to the bathroom, passing the Queen in the hallway almost making her drop the batch of cookies she was bringing for him as well as a glass of milk.

"Huney?" she asked with a worried face.

Entering the office, the Queen deposited the plate next to the papers and pens that the King had scattered around, she noticed the small drawer and curiously touched it, trying to open it.

"Darn, why won't this thing budge?" she murmured between her teeth.

Abandoning the idea, she pondered to come back later to it, once the King would not be around. Turning her back to the desk, she went back in the kitchen to prepare her supper, her stomach tying itself in a knot of worry.

The King came out of the bathroom, once again. His head was dizzy, he was definitely not feeling well at all. Nausea after nausea, he kept rushing back to the bathroom to empty his already-emptied self in the toilet. As soon as he reached for the door, his feet guided him to the kitchen instead, the smell of the Queen's cooking filled his royal nostril making his stomach turn around in disapprobation. His hand slapped the wall making the Queen jump.

"Darling… We…" the King tried speaking, but his mind left his body and he fell with a large thud on the ground, unconscious.

"KING! Oh my dearest lord… KING!" the Queen rushed to her husband in hurry, her hands shaking in fear.

She shook the lifeless body from the floor, her pale hands trying to cope his life beat, tears building up in her eyes.

"PRINCE, PRINCE! SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" she screamed with her high pitch voice.

The Prince arrived in the kitchen in a panic, he first looked at his mother, then at the floor and saw his father. Panicking, he could do nothing but cry.

A maid who was passing by remarked the whole scene and hurried to the telephone calling an ambulance while the Queen turned her husband on the side and removed his shirt for the sake of trying to let him breath properly.

Minutes later, like an eternity, the ambulance arrived.