Disclaimer: I own no one but Charming and Catherine.
"Charming!" He heard his mother call from about a million rooms down the hall.
He ignored her for the moment, and finished writing an essay on proper edict that was due that day in (A/N Big Surprise Here!) edict class. His teacher, Lord Fredrick the third, was a picky man who wanted everything perfect. Charming sighed. He hated edict. It was so... boring.
His mother walked in. Her hair was in a neat bun, and she was panting. "There you are, Charming! I was waiting for you to answer. Lord Fredrick is waiting in his class. Now, be good and go to him." She said.
Ella saw her son's face fall. He really could miss it... Just once, to slide on the stair rails... She thought. She smiled at him. "How about we skip edict class today, and slide?" She asked.
He was shocked. He hadn't done that since he was a child of seven (at least, not in his mom's sight). "Sure!" He said, excitedly.
Ella smile grew, she knew he would want to. "Alright then, but first I will tell Lord Fredrick that you are not coming today. I'll meet you at the top." She said.
He smiled, and nodded. His mother left, and he changed into an old pair of pants that was worn and torn in several places. He ran to the stairs, and only stopped when he reached the rail, where he slid down and fell straight into their cook.
He immediately was up and helping her pick up the mess. She had been carrying soup that was now spilled across the floor. "Mandy, I am so sorry-" Charming began, but Mandy cut him off.
"It's quite alright, Charming, there is no reason for apologizes." She said.
She sighed, and pulled a wand from one of her many pockets. She said a few words and the soup was back in the bowls, not a drop on the floor. Charming noticed that his clothes were no longer drenched with soup either. "Thank you, Mandy." He said.
Mandy smiled. "You are welcome, Charming." She said.
Charming smiled too, and offered to help her carry the tray, but Mandy refused. "What would Lord Fredrick think if he knew you were helping an old servant, no Charming, I can do it. I'm not that old." She said.
He nodded, and she returned to her duties. She smiled as she walked away. He's growing up so much like his mother. She thought.
Ella was at the top of the stairs when Charming got there. "I'll beat you!" He said, jumping onto the stair rail closest to him.
She jumped on the other one. It ended in tie, with them laughing at the bottom of the stairs. Catherine, Charming's younger sister, peered at them. "Mama." She said, loudly.
Ella sat up. "What is it, dear?" She asked in her most soothing tone.
"Mama, daddy is sick." She said, in a frightened tone.
Immedietly, Ella was on her feet, and running to her and her husband, Char's, bedroom.
Charming jumped up quickly, and dashed after his mother. He remembered that Mandy had been bringing soup in that direction...
He dashed into the room, and saw his father's face. His normally jolly face was drawn with pain, and his eyes were listless.
"Charming..." He said.
"Yes, father." Charming said, blinking back tears.
"I want you to be the man of this house while I am sick. I will be better in three days, Mandy says, and until then I am not to move. Charming, you must rule the country. Your mother will help you, listen to her advice." Char said.
"I will, father." He said, slightly relieved, he knew that if Mandy said he would get better, he would, but he didn't know how to rule a kingdom, and his mother was ok at politics, but didn't enjoy and study it as his father did.
He was worried, how could he rule a kingdom for three days when he only barely knew how to?…