Hey sorry it took so long but I finally finished. I was kinda unsure about where to go with this story but I gave it a shot, I hope you guys like it!

The last month of my life I have been spending my time going to school, guard training and going down to the dungeon to see Brady. I thought my dad would loosen up on him but I was wrong. I snuck him his guitar a few weeks ago and now every time I go down he has a new song about how much he loves me. This would be fantastic if I didn't feel so guilty about what I was hiding from him.

Tonight he gets out. Surprising the whole island is thrilled because it turns out having both kings are a lot better than just having one. A few days ago Boomer almost blew up an island because he wanted to have target practice on his rocket launcher. Needless to say all dangerous weapons and sharp objects have now been securely locked up.

"Mikayla," my dad called. I turned away from the window I had been staring out of and looked at him. He was tense as he stood in the doorway, he didn't even come into my room anymore. No good nights, no I love you; just a lot of awkwardness and avoided eye contact.

"I'm coming," I stated. I followed closely behind him as we walked downstairs from my room. I searched for something to say, anything that might make things a little less awkward between us but nothing came to mind. As much as I don't want to admit it, I really need him right now.

I took my place with the rest of the guards as my dad went forward to address the public.

"As you all know our King Brady has been locked up in the dungeon for the past month. He committed an unmentionable crime and now that he has done his time, we are relieved to have him back as co-king," my dad announced.

That unmentionable crime is already well known to most of the public; I made the mistake of telling Candace and it spread like wildfire. But in such a small community it was bound to get out somehow.

Brady walked into the ceremony. His hands were securely hand cuffed behind his back while two large guards walked beside him. He looked awful, worse than any other day I had saw him. His eyes were red and blood shot with large dark bags underneath; his dark hair was covered in dirt and tousled into a million different directions as though he had spent the last few hours rolling around on the ground.

My dad wouldn't look at him and the island's elders just shook their heads at him. If Brady didn't seem so depressed I'm sure he would have laughed at the way their feathered hats flipped and flopped everywhere with the wind. But Brady's expression was one of stone cold seriousness.

"I hereby announce the release of King Brady," my dad stated. His fingers grasped onto an old wooden key and inserted it into Brady's handcuffs. They slid off his hands and fell onto the ground with a soft crash.

"Is there anything you would like to say... my king?" My dad struggled with speaking those last two words. He knew had to be professional at times like these but he couldn't hold back his hatred for the boy who deflowered his little girl.

"Yeah there is," Brady stated. He turned to face all of Kingkow, "Citizens of Kingkow, you guys have all given me a far amount of chances and despite me almost blowing up the island, making enemies, losing the island's money, unfairly taxing the island and of course committing a very unforgivable sin, you guys are all here supporting me."

The people began to clap. Boomer who stood beside my dad even had tears in his eyes.

"But I'm not worth it. I'm just a stupid kid. I'm an awful king and I know this island would be better off without me," Brady interrupted.

"What are you trying to say bro?" Boomer asked.

"I'm saying that I hereby relinquish my duties as King to you Boomer. I'm done, I'm going home," Brady answered.

I didn't know what to say or even where this was coming from. He was fine every other day I saw him, happy even. What made him start to think this way? Why does he want to leave me now?

"Brady!" I exclaimed.

His lips turned up into a slight smile as he looked at me. His face then became somber once more as he stared down at his feet. "I'm sorry Mikayla. I really love you and I won't blame you if you hate me for this but it's something I have to do; for my good and the island's good."

"You can't leave!" I screamed.

He stepped closer to me, closing the gap between us. His arms wrapped around me as I cried into his chest.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"You can't leave," I sobbed.

"I have to."

"You have to stay!"

"Mikayla..."

"I'm pregnant."