"Gilbert, today I would like to take you to the store to get some new clothes. I think it unecessary to wear your uniform every day. I will let you choose which clothes you would like since you will be the one wearing them. How does that sound?" I smiled up at Fritz to see his usual smile.

"Whatever you say Fritz!" I beamed, trying to show that I wasn't being sassy or dismissive.

"We will go after breakfast. I talked it through with Abelard." I frowned.

"I'm sorry Your Majesty Fritz, but I don't like Abelard. He's mean!"

"Mean?" He asked curiously. I nodded solemnly.

"Yes."

"Might I inquire you how he is mean?" I had thought that would be the end of it… I would say that he's mean and he'd be fired… and I don't like him would not be a suitable response to the question.

"He doesn't care about my opinion and when I do have a complaint he either ignores me or he only replies with 'I will bring it up with His Majesty'. Which I do not approve. Usually when I have a problem it gets fixed immediately and when it doesn't… well it's not pretty." Fritz' reply shocked me. He seemed he didn't care either!

"You're not giving Abelard a hard time are you? I will speak with him about it. He never spoke to me of problems you were having. I would like to inform you beforehand that tantrums will not be acceptable. I say this from the experience that children of young age tend to throw them a lot." I looked at my food, frowning.

"I don't throw tantrums. I have fits of rage." He put his hand on mine and I couldn't help but smile. I love Fritz. I looked at him, smiling.

"Excuse me then, small children tend to have fits of rage." I tried hard not to blush. We ate our breakfast and Fritz went upstairs to change while I waited. Usually my men would play with me while I waited. Instead the men here only passed by me, ignoring me. Everything has changed. I should say something to Fritz. I don't expect to be treated like I was before with rules but I expected entertainment and reminders.

When Fritz came back he was wearing a white shirt with a fluffy thing at his neck, brown pants with a matching brown belt. Over them he wore a blue coat. I ran up to him, eager to be with him again. He smiled at me, bending down and wrapping his arms around me. I hugged him.

"Well we better be off. This time it will be Abelard, you, and me." I frowned, backing off from him. I opened my mouth to speak but he put a finger to my lips. "He is coming so I can have a talk with him while you choose clothes and by the time you are done I will have something sorted out." I smiled, throwing myself at him.

"I love you Fritz!" He hugged me, nearly falling from his crouching position.

"I love you too Gilbert." I opened my eyes wide in my remembrance of my thoughts a few minutes ago.

"Why don't the men play with me? They act as if I don't exist! It's not fair and it's not fun." His smile changed.

"Ah, yes. Gilbert I pray you will forgive me but I told them to be careful around you for the first two months you were here. I want you to get used to the place before you get used to all the men who work around here. My decision has to do with something I once read in a book."

"Oh. So they do know I exist?"

"I should hope so, you have been here for a month and a half." He wrapped his arms around me as he stood. I was delighted for Fritz to do this without either of us feeling uneasy. It was as if I was at home. He headed for the stables with Abelard holding the door for us. I was put on my feet in the stables after Abelard set my horse up for a ride. I got on and trotted for the entrance and smiled as Fritz got on his horse and caught up with me, taking the lead. I walked next to, second in command position, with Fritz. Abelard walked his horse behind ours. I smiled up at Fritz.

"Want a race?" He smiled down at me.

"We can race home but I don't think you know where we are going since this is your first time." I nodded.

"Yes Your Majesty Fritz."

"You can just call me Fritz, Gilbert. I'm still not yet a king of Prussia."

"Why don't you just marry someone? I will be willing to marry you. I just want you to be king."

"I am very honored by that and am sad to say that no child knows what marriage is until they get older, perhaps as soon as their rebellious teen years." I frowned.

"Am I going to be a rebellious teen?"

"Yes but hopefully not too much of one, if I do my job right." I tilted my head, curious.

"What is your job? I want to help you accomplish it so you can play with me more often."

"Well I am still teaching you, in fact I have a battle tactic I want to show you, and I know I will have to keep an eye out for your fits of rage and other things so you can grow into a fine young man." I blushed this time. Fritz was complimenting me. A lot.

"So how do I help you Fritz? I wanna help!"

"You can help by always being honest with me and my men." I smiled.

"Jesus wants us all to be honest. I pray to him and the Heavenly Father every night like a good… what ever religion I am…" Fritz put his hand on my head and I was dragged out of my awesome thoughts. "Fritz? You're almost as awesome as me!"

"Thank you for the compliment Gilbert."

"You're welcome!" We came to the store he had in mind and I ran in, digging through the clothes and choosing a set that matched Fritz' normal wear and today's wear. Minus the fluffy thingy. I carried them to Fritz. He counted shirts and pants and noticed I had not took shoes. He turned me around and patted my back.

"Shoes and socks as well, my child." I grinned before running around again. I chose shoes that I liked and socks I liked too before going again for what I could remember of his wardrobe. I carried them all back to Fritz and he counted. He smiled. "That's enough for one set for every day of the week with two to spare. I hope you don't mind if I take the liberty of getting you a set for formal wear?" I shook my head.

"You can do whatever you like Fritz." He handed Abelard the clothes.

"Please buy that. I need to talk to young Gilbert." I spat my tongue out at Abelard when his back was turned. "Gilbert, stop that." I stopped immediately, with that strange tone he used. I don't know what it means but something tells me it's not good. "Abelard confessed that he did indeed hear your complaints but he was confused on the instructions I gave. I corrected him properly and would appreciate it if you were to give him a second chance." I stared at him. So I'm not going to be getting a new one? … I will bring it back up later. I do not want to be testing him right now. I sighed before I nodded.

"Yes sir." I sighed. I am still awesome and will make sure to get my awesome way! Fritz put his hand on my head, beaming at me. I blushed, beaming back.

…

It was a week since I complained at Fritz. Only one more week before Fritz said he'd get married! And finally become King of Prussia! Everything seemed to get better. Until Abelard tried to make me put on an itchy thingy he called a cravat or something. I tried it for a few minutes before taking it off and throwing it. "I'm ready Abelard!" He took one look at me before frowning.

"Where is your cravat?"

"I don't have one." He scanned the room before finding it on the floor. He picked it up, dusted it off and knelt down to dress me. I smacked his hand away. "No." Was all I said. He rolled his eyes.

"You are wearing this if you want to or not. It is for church. The grand opening of the Calvinist Church will take place two weeks from now. This is very important." I glared at him, smacking his hands again.

"I said no Abelard!" He dragged me to the bed before sitting me on it and trying to put it on me again. I jumped down from the bed and stomped my foot. "I said no!" He is either deaf or stupid!

"His Majesty wants you ready for church in ten minutes! Put it on now or else!" I stomped my feet and glared harder.

"Or else what Abelard?" His face grew more determined and he held me up against him. I stomped on his foot.

"Ow! You brat! Must I count to three? If I get to three-" I started stomping my feet and shouting at him. He gawked, stunned into silence. I walked out, without the cravat. I won!

…

It's been a five days since that time. Abelard was more cautious now to not push me… something tells me not to try it with Fritz but I summed that up into I wouldn't do it unless it was something major. Like today! He wants to drag me over to some strange place called Wolfenbüttel. I've only heard Austria talk about owning that place. I absolutely refuse! This has to be handled just so however, this was Fritz we're talking about.

"Gilbert, we are going to Wolfenbüttel tomorrow. I would like you to have Abelard pack your things. Whatever you choose to come with us. Remember it's going to be only three days." I crossed my arms.

"I'm sorry Fritz but I cannot do that." He rose a brow, still smiling.

"Why not?" I turned my head away from him.

"Because I don't want to." I could tell we were getting an audience. I've been using this to keep them in line and they were wondering who would come out on top here. If I played my cards right, I would come out on top. It's risky though because Fritz is kind of my boss... King.

"Is there something wrong with that place?"

"I don't want to go."

"I need to go to Wolfenbüttel, I'm getting married there." I glared at him before pouting at the floor.

"Then go without me."

"I'm sorry Gilbert but I cannot do that." I gave him my best intimidating look, stomping my foot on the ground.

"No. Either you go without me or you don't go at all." His smile lessened greatly. If I had to describe the audience, they were on the edge of their seats. He took a few steps closer to me.

"You will be coming, even if I have to drag you there myself, Gilbert." I stomped again.

"NO! I'm not going and that's final!" I shouted at him. I started to back away as his smile disappeared, completely. Maybe I shouldn't have done that…

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, come here." He said gently. … I shook my head, turning to run from him. "One." I stopped midstep. "Gilbert, please don't make this any harder than it has to be." He wants to see if I will submit to discipline… "Two." I turned around to face him, pouting. "Come here." He said gently.

"Just say yes Fritz." I cringed at the whine in my voice.

"I cannot." I stomped again. I turned around to flee. "Three." I heard him walking to me. He grabbed my forearm and began to try walking me to his office. It was now or never who was really in charge here. I started stomping my feet, screaming. Everyone was watching, curiously. What Fritz did next surprised me. He spun me around and smacked me twice. I yelped.

"Fritz!" I yelped, looking up hurt. I put my free hand to my bottom.

"Please don't continue to make a scene. I would much rather do this in my office." I teared up and began to sob. It was my last resort. I continued to sob as we walked and until we reached his office. None of my antics worked! Even flopping on the ground didn't work. Instead I had been put over his shoulder and I watched as the servants watched me be dragged away for punishment. I hugged Fritz, a new plan making it's way in my head. I kissed his cheek and he returned it but he did not smile. I'm dead. He's going to kill me. I whined.

"Fritz, I'm sorry." I said, stopping my sobbing as his hand turned his doorknob. He closed the door behind him and sat down in his chair. I looked up at him with the most adorable look I could muster. He frowned.

"I don't want to do this but you disobeyed me. I told you those fits of rage wouldn't be acceptable anymore." He laid me across his lap and pulled down my pants. I bit my lip. This was probably to be very painful. I felt my breath begin to hitch. With that he laid his hand on my bottom. I whined, trying to get away. "Please understand I do this only to better your behavior from now on into the future."

With that the first smack landed. I yelped as tears began to flow from my eyes. With another smack I began to kick to try to get off. Another smack had me trying to protect my bottom with my hands and he gathered them up behind my back. The next smack and I was begging for forgiveness and the one that followed had me go limp over his lap. Two more and he stopped. I bawled on his lap as he picked me up into a hug. I grabbed his shirt and cried into him as he rubbed my back.

"Shush, my child. The punishment is over." I tried to gain control over my crying but it was hard.

"Sorry Fritz." I sobbed and he shushed me again. I calmed down in Fritz' arms and yawned. "Sorry for my behavior Fritz."

"I believe you. Are you ready to start packing?"

"Uh huh." I nodded, yawning.

"But first it seems a short nap is in order." Well it was decided. Fritz is the one in charge here.