Prologue:

"Dear you're slouching." Mother says turning to me.

I straighten and hold my head high.

Mother smiles. "That's better. That's my dear prince."

I smile then when she turns away as a servant comes over with news I relax my position again. "But I don't want this…" I walk away heading through some double doors with my head slightly down. "I don't believe I truly am a prince." I talk to myself. "Even so there are the expectations for me to be one… One that everyone expects to be." I head into my room shutting the door behind myself only to lean against it with a sigh letting the back of my head gently thump against the door. "I just want to be myself. No expectations….. No royal duties….. No making myself to be the ruler everyone expects of me!" I push myself away from the door walking deeper into my room. I stop and turn to the mirror that allows me to see my body. I glance to the silver prince crown on my head then I remove it looking down to it, not in the mirror, as I think about everything. "I wish things would change." I say and close my eyes tossing my crown to the bed. I sigh and turn heading over to my bed. I sit on it depressed then after a few moments I open my eyes as an idea pops into my head. "That's it!" I rush off my bed and I rush around. "Nothing's going to change on its own." I head into my walk in closest. "So I need to make the change myself." I begin getting things ready then suddenly there's a knock on the door. I quickly shove what I was getting ready under my bed only to turn with a smile as the door opens.

Father walks in. "Ah there you are." He says.

"Hi dad." I greet.

Suddenly he notices something.

"Son." He says. "Where's your crown?"

I blink my smile disappearing as I completely forgot I put it on the bed. I turn quickly and grab it putting it on only to turn back to him with an 'oops' smile.

He chuckles and comes over to me. He fixes the crown so it's straight. "No need to rush to put it on. You can't have it look like you don't care about ruling them. That is if you were actually doing one of your duties as royalty." He says with a smile to me.

I nod. "I just didn't want to disappoint you."

He slightly pets my hair. "Don't worry." He says. "You are a strong prince and will be a wonderful leader when you take over the throne. Your coronation will be soon." He pulls his hand away. "My. It seems like only yesterday you were just starting out."

"Yeah…." I look away with a sigh.

He blinks and looks worried. "Something wrong?"

I know I need to tell him something but I can't tell him the truth. "Nervous." I say. "After all I am being crowned as the next ruler in such a short amount of time from now. Then I'll have another coronation much later to make me the official ruler."

He pats me on the head. "Yes. But this coronation is important. It lets the people be assured there will be another ruler and that you are ready to take over whenever it comes to it. Even if you are still learning the first coronation is…." He gives me a look wanting me to finish what he was saying.

I turn to him. "The first coronation is to make it official that I will become the ruler officially at any moment that it becomes needed if that time comes before you and mother retire." I say. "Then the second coronation is to declare myself as the actual ruler. Without the first coronation there will be complications and if it is not completed it becomes possible for something to go wrong."

He smiles. "That was well done." He says. "I am proud of you." He turns and slightly looks back to me. "Now I need to go. Remember to keep up with your studies. We as rulers need to make sure to be the kind of ruler they expect of us. Kind and everything." He speaks the last sentence as he walks then he leaves my room slightly humming.

I turn away putting my crown back on the bed only to grab what I was doing before. "Everything will be fine. I'm obviously not the right choice. My parents will be able to handle everything." I continue getting the thing ready. "They will understand I am sure."

Later…..

The king paces as he waits. "Where is he?" He wonders to himself. "He's never been late before." He worries.

Suddenly a guard bursts in with a worried face. "Your highness." He rushes over then bows respectfully. "I have some terrible news."

The king stops pacing and turns to the guard with a sinking feeling. "What is it?"

The guard solemnly removes his helmet and slightly glances up to the king while staying bowed on one knee. "I'm afraid the prince has vanished." He reports.

AN:

This is just a small story idea but I hope you'll enjoy anyways.

Mello.