Chapter 3- Meet the King

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back. Before we continue with the story, I'd like to say something for you Strikers out there. As you probably know, I'm going to be interviewed on Royal Strike! I just wanted to stay to keep on the look out for the latest chapter starring: ME! Okay, anyways…

Brady POV-

I walked to the castle. Mason had a red velvet rope and was letting people in. He put the velvet rope down when he saw me. "So. Never saw you around here before. Name?" He sounded bored.

I was shocked. He didn't even recognize me! I started to stutter. "Uh… I'm, uh, M-Mitchel!" I used my middle name. "Mitchel… Norman." I stated deciding since I was trying to be normal, Norman fit.

He glanced at me. "Hm. Okay, you seem like enough of a coward. You'll fit in nicely with the kings."

"You have no clue." I muttered as I walked past him.

Just then I was spotted by Boomer. He walked up to me. "Why hello there! I'm King Boomer but…" He chuckled self-importantly. "You knew that."

I resisted the urge to tell him to quit being so full of himself. "Nice to meet you…" I grit my teeth. "Your majesty.

He looked pleased. "So, uh, who are you?"

"I'm B-Mitchel." I quickly tried to save it.

"Bumitchel?" He was confused.

I shook my head, panicked. "No. Just Mitchel."

He smiled. "Oh. Okay. So Mitchel? It must be an honor for a lowly peasant like you to meet a king as amazing as me!"

I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming at him. "Yeah." I said, sounding slightly sarcastic. "A great honor."

Boomer looked at me expectantly. "This is the part where you bow."

I widened my eyes. "Oh you have got to be kidding me." I griped under my breath.

"What?" He glared suspiciously.

"I said… Of course my king." I forced myself to bow.

He seemed satisfied. "Cool. So do you want to fetch me a drink?"

I got the gist that it was not really a question. I restrained myself, and tried not to maul him. "Sure." I grumbled.

I went over to the royal drink girls. "Drink."

They laughed at me. "Get it yourself. We serve royalty. Not YOU."

"Aw man." I slouched and walked over to the drink table. I grabbed a Pepsi, knowing it was his favorite since Beyonce was a sponsor. I brought it to him.

"Pepsi my favorite! Did you know Beyonce is a sponsor?" He snatched it from me. For some unknown reason, it irked me that he didn't say thank you.

I left before he could boss me around some more. As I whirled around I ran into someone.

"Sorry." I growled.

"No, it's my fault." A girlish voice said.

I looked up and saw it was Mikayla. She had a lighter, more casual tone than when she talked to me. She looked beautiful. Her hair was in a bouncy ponytail, and her eyes shone. She wore a cute pink island dress. She was holding a machete, so I knew she was on guard duty.

"I'm Mikayla." She smiled. "Who are you? Haven't seen you around here before."

"I'm Mitchel. Um, I'm staying with the Shaman. He's my great-great-great-great…" I paused, "great uncle."

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Only five greats? Could've sworn he was older than that."

I laughed.

"Well, I've got to go." She said regretfully. "Have you seen King Boomer or King Brady?"

I unconsciously flinched at my name. "Haven't seen that awesome King, Brady. But Boomer's over there." I pointed in his general direction.

"Thanks! It was great meeting you Mitchel!" She scurried off towards Boomer.

I began to daydream, until I was rudely awaken by Lanny.

"Hey you! Peasant! Get out of my way!" He pushed past me. "Loser!"

I was really surprised by Lanny's behavior. He was normally so nice! I looked up at the clock and let out an inward sigh of relief. The mixer was over in an hour. One more hour. Walking over to the food table, I grabbed a steak cake.

"Hey you! This is the Kings' Snack Table! Drop the meaty dessert and walk away!" A guard snapped.

I sighed. Putting down the steak cake, I spotted a hot redhead.

"Why hello." I said sliding up to her. "My name's Mitchel. But you can call the man of your dreams."

She giggled. "I'm Jennica. But, I'm sorry. I can't hang out with you. My mom said I can only date royalty. She's desperate for money. Sorry, Mitchel."

I cursed inwardly. "But wait!" I yelled after her. "I am-" I stopped, feeling defeated. I slouched and glanced up at the clock.

45 more minutes. I groaned in frustration.

"Hey Mitchel!" Boomer was racing towards me. Uh-oh.

"Hi Boom- I mean my king."

He smiled. "So listen. My royal yes man quit. I was wondering if today and tomorrow, you would be a sub?"

I opened my mouth to protest. "No thank you."

Boomer sighed. "All right. Then I guess you forced me. Mitchel, I, King Boomer order you to be my royal yes man today and tomorrow! So shall it be said, so shall it be done."

"That's my line!" I blurted.

"What?"

"Nothing my king." I growled.

"Okay then. See you in an hour." He walked off.

Mikayla came up to me, and watched him leave. "I hate when they do that."

"Do what?" I asked.

"The 'so shall it be said' thing." She replied.

I thought about it. "Me too." I stared at the clock. 20 minutes. I'm sure the Shaman would be okay with me leaving a little early. "I better go. I've got to go talk to my five greats uncle."

She giggled and nodded. "Okay. Bye Mitchel!"

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