A/N: oh my gog. almo2t liike 200 people have 2een thii2 2tory. ii'm actually 2uprii2ed and happy about thii2. ii haven't gotten reveiiew2 though 2o ii'm not 2ure iif that mean2 ii'm doiing really good or doiing really bad. ii have two follower2 2o that2 good. anyway ii al2o have 2ome bad new2. well the friiend, ii piicked two help me wiith thii2, well we had a falliing out but that'2 the drama of my liife, you diidn't come here for that. no you came here two read thii2 drama. anyway here ii2 the ORIIGIINAL 2econd chapter! hope you enjoy. ~2olluxbeeAdmiin FUCK YES THE ORIGINAL ONE THAT *I* WROTE~KARKRABADMIN
KARKAT'S POV~
As much as I hate being a prince, I have my duties. I have everything I want, like the spoiled little prick I am but there is times when I want to run away. Run from society that is. I know that I will end up ruling the kingdom one day. Being the prince isn't the only shit that fucking bothers me. I know that my father will get anyone he finds to become my personal slave, well whatever I'm getting off topic.
It's a normal day and one of my slaves wakes me up. I hate waking up but I have to do it anyways, he gives me my clothes and goes out of the room to make me, my breakfast as usual. I get changed and go to the 'ROYAL FUCKING KITCHEN' as father sits in front of me telling me that I have a shit ton of work to do, saying it's going to take all fucking day. Wow it's complete bullshit that I have to do it. Maybe I can have one of my fucking slaves help me with the work. My personal slave sets down my favorite breakfast in front of me including two chocolate chip cookies. Well even thinking of all the fucking work I have to do gives me a huge ass headache, I didn't even realize that I had finished my breakfast.
I headed out of the kitchen and back to into my room meanwhile the slaves clean the dishes. I rather not do anything today. I opened up the balcony and watch the sun rise, as I seem to do every morning. I sat there for a while since why the fuck not? As usual someone comes in and makes me do what I have to do. I looked to my left and see that my cat is looking at me begging for attention of some kind. People may see me as cold hearted or rude but the only thing I care about is that little shit there. I picked him up and cuddle with him hoping no one else sees this moment. He purrs and, what I think is a smile, toward me.
My servant comes in, reminding me that I still have a shitload of work to do. I groan back at him as a response "BUT IT'S TOO MUCH FUCKING WORK. WHY CAN'T KANKRI DO IT, INSTEAD?" He shakes his head at my reply and leans on the doorway giving his own reply "no he can't. Ma2ter Kankrii ha2 hii2 own thiing2 two do, Ma2ter Karkat. now come and get up you ma2t 2tart on your work." I sighed and get up from my bed. I started wondering when there will be a time when I don't have a fucking load of work to do, but this is my fucking duty. I am the fucking Prince Of Blood and so far nothing in my life can change that, sadly nothing can.