My Fault

DPOV

I should have been able to stop. I should get there first not him. I shouldn't let them die. Now because of that bastard they're gone. For the first time I failed. Now the only person who is left will not believe me. She will think that I'm same.

I'm the new king of Russia. King Dimitri Belicov. My father, Alexander Randell Ivashcov died last week. No was killed last week. I killed him with my bare hands. I had to do that. All he cared were war, women (sex) and power. He was a bastard to my mom and to the rest of the family. Last week my dread line of patience died when I saw him beating my mother in a brutal way. I killed him. But no one expect my family knows about that. All thought he died because of his injuries. I was immediately named as the king.

My babushka( grandmother) told me that we have to make friends with the two major royal lines after us which are, Ozera and Ivashcov. We, Belicov are the most powerful one. Now all that we need to do is to keep Princess Dragmoir safe from other royals because she is the last Dragmoir in her line thanks to my father.

Now I'm on my way to meet my babushka along along with my family and the two kings Adrian Ivashcov and Christian Ozera. I and Adrian are 23 years old but Christian is 19. I came to the meeting room's door and my guards announce.

"HIS MAJESTY ROYAL MAJESTY KING DIMITRI BELICOV IS ENTERING."

I went inside and all rose.

"Adrian, Christian how's it going?"

"You know what cousin I just got here and now I have to attend this damn meeting couldn't you give us time to rest?" Adrian asked.

"My apologize." I said.

"Anyway I'm tired too. So can we get this started now?" asked Christian.

"Sure Christian. Babushka what is this meeting about?" I asked from babushka.

She calmed as water and replied, "It's about the Dragmior princess."