Chapter 8 The Decision
"I am, John Hershel Layton; prince of England."
Everyone was silent; besides the crickets that chirpped through the dark. Minutes slowly passed everyone in their own thoughts. "I missed you John." Caroline whimpered finally staring into Hershel's...I mean John's eyes.
John nodded. "I'm sorry." He mumbled; looking at everyone.
Luke spoke next."Professor, uh...I mean your majesty, why didn't you tell us? Why did you run away from the palace...Why-"
"I didn't want to be found. I wanted to live a normal life," John sighed. "Please call me professor or at least John."
"Wait, wait, wait. Hold on a moment. You're a prince!" Flora's mouth dropped.
John groaned. "Yes and no dear."
"What do you mean no?" Caroline spat out.
"I mean by no is that I can't be a ruler." John ran his hand through his hair again.
Silence took over again and the first they had built flickered almost out. "Kids, can you please go collect some firewood I would like to have a word with your mentor." Luke and Flora nodded and left to find some wood. "John our kingdom is falling apart. Mother is sick and I'm not fit for royalty. If you don't return we'll have to pass the kingdom onto our fathers brother."
John looked off into the distance thinking about every word his sister was saying. She was right he realized lately that the royal family was falling apart. And it would be worst if his uncle took over. He had only two choices but one that was far more realistic. He could become king and rule or he could find his brother and make him become king..."I'll come back with you and see what I can do, but...I'll think about the ruleing prat."
"Thank you." She hugged John with all her might; kissing his forehead and cheeks.
"Miss. Caroline we have firewood." Flora giggled setting it down near the fire.
"Thank you, both of you."
"You two get some sleep now, we have a long day tomorrow."
"Okay!"
Luke and Flora snuggled together falling asleep instantly.
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I'm hoping to finish this story tomorrow!