Lukas summons clouds and weaves a floating throne. In somehow perfect sync, Alf and Nick offer their arms, and I sit on them. I am hoisted into the throne of cloud, and the two stand at attention on either side. I'm not sure when they had time to practice this, maybe it's a normal thing that servants learn.
Luke flies a circle around me and lands on the shoulder of the cloud throne, and I smirk as he amplifies my voice with magic. No need for me to yell and hurt my voice, right?
(Hello, everyone. I'm sure some of you have met me already.) My voice booms over the shushed room. (But my name is Thomas, and as you know, I am the Kings younger brother. These two on my left and right are my personal servants, Nick and Alfred. The one on the chair is Lukas, my familiar.
Personally, I don't have much to say besides I will work hard, as to not become a burden to my brother on the throne.) Merlin stares at me in shock, they all do. Muah ah ah ha ha. How do ya like me now, brotha?
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How To Become A King
FantasyA child, only fourteen, dies. Reborn into another world as the prince of a monarchy, what will he do with the absolute power he was reborn with? Lose it, obviously.
