A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with a long awaited chapter of The Royals!

Sorry this took a long time. I had a bunch of things going on, and I didn't have the time to update this story much. Plus, I have been debating weather I should do a few extra plots that I was thinking of or not, so basically, the small hiatus was a kinda a brainstorming session. But I'm back, and that is all that is important, no? Jokes!

This story is now past its calm, halfway point, and now is in its climax and action half part of the story! Are y'all excited now? I promise suspense, surprises, romance, action, and of course, a shitload of SECRETS! HEX YEAH! (Says Rory)

Shoutouts to...

thebestofhope- Thank you! I am glad that I got you with these plot twists! Makes me feel...creative. And yup! Meet Jane! I know; total genius idea *total arrogant moment right here folks*, and I love myself for it. Jokes! Thanks for your review!

123456789vampire- Maybe it is a middle name she was saying? Maybe she was meant to say 'Benny Weir Morgan...'! Who knows? I do! But yeah, don't trust everything you know so earlier, eh? That is a good thing to keep a track of. Jokes! Thanks for your review!

MBAV fan66- Yup! The legend of the Lost Princess is now CLARIFIED...ish. Because, I mean, seriously. What the bonkers? Things are getting rough and needs to get patched up. What will become of this family? Who la heck knows? I do...jokes! I am rambling way too much now, so I'll say thanks for the review fanfic buddy!

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The Royals: Chapter 11: Chicken With A Side Of Death

It was yet another family dinner at the Morgan Kingdom,
and if you asked Ethan,
it was totally called for.

They all needed this, not only from the explosive events that had happened all week, and every single secret that has been revealed about his family, and now everything has been kind of awkward and tension spread. So the family dinner was a real good idea. [That had been brilliantly suggested by Ethan himself]

Now that Benny was still missing, the king reluctantly invited Tobias to stay over in the kingdom to await for the news for his lover. Tobias graciously accepted, and he has been staying in Benny's bedroom. He also had been invited to dinner, but the king and Tobias didn't have the best relationship at the moment.

Ethan had also noticed that Sarah had stayed over for a few days after saving him from Lydia on that tragic tea night. The Fox and Morgan Kingdom had kind of made some sort of truce, and our at the moment, planning a peace treaty and the removal of the barrier that separates the two kingdoms. Ethan couldn't been more happier.

Rory had been kind of quiet nowadays, and has not talked to anyone since a few days ago. Ethan saw him with Erica a lot, and he would often see the two hanging around his father's study. Ethan was beyond curious; what could they be doing? Was there something happening? Who knows?

Now Ethan stood by his mirror and waited, looking at his form and smiling at the beautiful, dark red suit he wore. It was threaded in a silver lining, and it was soft silk. It was a rather handsome tunic, and he really liked it. Honestly, it was his favorite outfit.

He stood there, completely still as he looked at the mirror reflection that shimmered back into his view. Was this man, the man he saw in the mirror, ready to rule a kingdom? Was he suit to help the people? Can he actually be the leader? Or will everything fall apart with the tip of his hand?

Ethan closed his eyes and pictured a staff and a crown placed on his head, smiling as he imagined hearing clapping and a lot of cheers. Then it disappeared.

Ethan's smile dampened as he heard the main clock strike eight bells, meaning that it was finally time for dinner. He straightened up his suit and disappeared out of the door, swiftly turning off the lights and locking his door tight.

He wandered the halls as he made his way down the familiar path he and Rory took about a week ago. Ethan turned a corner and walked all the way to the kitchen, but when he was to turn yet another corner to the dining room...

SMASH!

Ethan ran right into Bertrum, the butler. Ethan yelped as he crashed onto the ground. Bertrum hinted a small smile as he brushed off his tux and helped Ethan up to his feet. Ethan panted as he smiled.

"Thank you, Sir Bertrum. Sorry about that." He said, adding the last part feebly. Bertrum just gave him a smile and nodded, bowing as if to mockingly show him respect. He gave a Cheshire cat smile.

"No problem, Prince...Ethan." He said, spitting the name out yet again as he ushered him to the dining area. Ethan thanked him yet again, but this time with a weirded-out smile, and he walked into the dining area to be met by some familiar faces.

It had seemed as if he were the last person to come, probably because of all that daydreaming and the whole 'crashing into the butler' stuff, he probably had come just seconds late. But it seemed like not many people seemed to care, so he just sat down with a smile. His mother was the first to say something to her.

"Good evening, Ethan." She said quietly, sipping her red wine. Ethan nodded as he rose his cup to his lips and drank his as well. "As with you, mother." He responded respectfully, smiling as he set down his cup to converse with everyone there. The chef, for some reason, stood now at the side, as if he were waiting orders from the kitchen, or just...watching in some sort of way. Bertrum did as well, standing right out the entrance of the dining table. Ethan had taken a seat beside Sarah, and he smiled at her. It was time.

"Good evening, Sarah." He said with a big smile. Sarah returned the smile, her eyes glistening in the light. "Good evening, Ethan." She said happily. The two held hands under the table, and Ethan pulled a small box out of his pocket. He slipped it right into her hands as she frowned a bit in confusion. Ethan urged her to look what was inside, and as the family conversed into small talk amongst themselves, Ethan watched Sarah put the velvet box in her lap and opened it with a click. She gasped at what was inside and nodded, tears threatening to fall.

"Yes." She murmured, kissing Ethan lightly. Ethan smiled with great joy as he saw the chef enter with the food. The chef and the butler seemed to have exchanged looks, as Ethan would've taken it, and the chef bowed and exited, retaking his spot once more. Ethan placed the chicken in his mouth and smiled at the wonderful and seasoned taste.

"Delicious, my king and my queen." Tobias said with a mouthful, that would probably make Benny giggle. "A grand meal." The king nodded as his face remained ice cold. "Good." He responded. "Get used to it while you still can." He added, more quietly that no human could hear it. Samantha, unfortunately, heard it as she swiftly kicked her husband's leg from under the table. Ross yelped as Tobias frowned a bit, returning to his meal.

Ethan had now realized that the entire meal, Rory had a steely glance at his father throughout the entire meal. It was cold, as Ethan deciphered it. Then again, it looked as if Rory was hiding something, and Ross knew. Or Ross was hiding something, and Rory knew it.

Nevertheless, it had seemed as if the two were in some sort of mental feud, and were arguing silently. So much for a nice, no grudges family dinner. Ethan wanted to be the first to start a group conversation, so he smiled as he looked at his mother and father, then at Sarah.

"What was it like when you guys were married?" He asked.

The whole dining room was silent. Ethan frowned at the small exchange in looks between Samantha and Ross; had he said something wrong? Rory perked up at the change of conversation, like he could learn something from it. Ross shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Samantha fiddled with her collar. Ross was the first to answer.

"Now son, why must you know? Is there a maiden you plan to propose to?" He asked, taking a small glance at a blushing Sarah, desperately trying to turn the tables here. Ethan shrugged. "No changes in conversations. How was it when you were to be engaged?" Rory heaved a secretive smile.

"I would be the one to second the choice of wanting to know. It might be...interesting." Rory said with a smile as he nodded. Samantha blushed. "You don't possibly want to know those cheesy details my friends." She said bashfully. Sarah smiled. "Why not, my queen? This would be a great story to tell." She said, sneaking a glance at Ethan once more. Tobias urged the conversation as Ross looked like he was to sweat. Samantha covered for him as she started the conversation.

"Well, your father proposed to me in the moonlight as he smiled and asked me that earning question. And this was right before we gave birth to you Ethan! You were actually at our wedding as a small baby. I am telling you now, don't get pregnant until after your wedding." She said with a laugh, as everyone laughed as well. Rory frowned. What about him or Benny? What happened to them?

But he didn't ask as a wave of guards crashed into the living room. Ross shot up in an instant as the chef smiled, something glistening from under his apron. Tobias saw this as he ran towards the chef, absolutely acknowledging what was to come.

"YOU! Why do you have a knife?!" Tobias yelled. The chef pulled it out and smiled. "Because the first and only born prince's blood is mine to spill. And I am to take over the throne once and for all." He said with a glare. Rory frowned at the words again; there was something that wasn't right.

Guys in black suits suddenly appeared, and the whole room went to havoc and chaos.

Sarah ran to hide as Ethan pulled out a sword off the wall, one that was mounted there. Ross pulled out a sword from his buckle as Bertrum stood with a knowing smile at the chef. That was when Ethan realized it.

They were working together to kill somebody.

And that somebody was him.

It happened so fast as Ethan charged to stab his first man. Ross' eyes widened as the black suited guy dropped to his knees, bleeding in his chest, and dying from blood loss. Ethan, wanting to look unfazed by it all, looked at the dying man.

He just killed his first man.

Ross said nothing, but gave him a satisfied nod as he charged. Guards swarmed, trying to win.

Ethan was met with Bertrum, and he smashed the sword out of Ethan's hands. Ethan's eyes widened in horror as Bertrum looked at him and smiled.

"Goodbye, Prince...Ethan."

And with that, Bertrum swiftly stabbed Ethan in the chest, Ethan crying out in pain as he dropped to the floor limply.

Sarah yelled Ethan's name as the black suited guys disappeared with Bertrum and the chef. Ross called the medics as they swarmed in, Ethan's blood spilling as Sarah sniffed back tears.

"You can't die..." She whispered. "We haven't exchanged vows..."

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