Rômulo Wohtinger

If you haven't noticed yet, I'm the protagonist and that's my story, then you can get used to the sound of my sweet voice. Now, to the teacher's office. Where is it really? Wait, I have a maid for this. Although she is still frozen.

— So, I suppose I have to find the way alone. — I try to speculate in a loud, clear tone to wake her up.

The maid recovers from the shock and finally responds in a low voice while turning her back to me.

— I am under your orders, your highness, please follow me. — She's avoiding making eye contact with me, interesting. Her hair is black like most of the population of Kreg, she does not appear to have any striking features. If I were to describe her I would say that she was one of the many who is also strung by the castle to show the power of the king.

The sound of wooden shoes echoed through the high corridors, the servant widened her steps as if to increase the distance in front of a pursuer. Unfortunately for her, as she increases her speed, I do the same. A few minutes ago, I cheated on a maid because I preferred not to walk, so you must be wondering why the hell am I walking fast now? Because it is fun. I bet she can feel my gaze on her back. Besides, these corridors are as clear as the sky. I'm just taking advantage of her shadow. Ok, that was enough for me, I really don't like exercising.

—You are going too fast, now I am tired, please, carry me until we reach the room.—

—But your Highness, we are just some stairs far. . .— The maid answers a bit too arrogant for my tastes.

—Didn't you hear what I said? I can't walk anymore, your task is to bring me to my room. — The maid stares at me with a blank expression, she can't go against the king's orders and come unpunished. That, if she is one of the obedient ones.

—Yes, your Highness.— She answers, getting me in her arms. Jackpot! I didn't even have to act this time! I comfortably rest on her arms and avoid the sun until we reach the room.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that we arrived and put me down. Am I really so heavy? I bet she is just too weak, there is no way I am overweight when I barely eat once a day. I stop staring at my own belly when I notice she is still in front of me.

—Released, you can go.

—As... you wish... your highness. — Answers the servant while recovering her breath and hurries away after a respectful greeting. I try to memorize her face, so I can play with her later. Damn, I am too bad at remembering faces.

Anyway, let's get to business.

I face the name engraved on the door... Wohtinger? I suppose I'm lying so hard these days that my lies are becoming true. Let's see how I can take advantage of the current situation.

When I opened the door, I notice that the place was like a mini version of the library, although different.

The shelves are gold decorated, the books are all new and well maintained.

The sun's rays coming from the open window make the room feel refreshing, soothing, and to my dismay, brilliant.

A tall, well-dressed man, in the colors of the flag, was sitting in an armchair by the window while his whole being seemed lost among the pages of the book he reads. His brown hair with a few white strands seemed to shine in the sunlight.

I'm not exactly in the mood to be ignored. I look at one of the maps on the table and clear my throat as I wait patiently for the water-green-eyed man to notice me.

The man fumbled over the sudden noise, casting a startled look in all directions before finally finding me in one of the shaded corners of the room.

He gets up and then quickly bows in respect before declaring himself.

— Oh! But to what do I owe the honour of finally receiving your Highness into my quarters? And… what is up with the bunny? — Rômulo exclaimed while opening, a big commercial smile on his face.

— It was a gift, it is a token of your magnitude. Allow me to apologize in advance for the rude tone. I didn't come because I need a teacher, but I am searching for a good counsellor. — I say trying to avoid any small talk and being respectful enough for him not to hit me.

— A token… fascinating. And what advice can this simple man give? — Replied the guy, trying to please me. It seems like he is not the inferiority complex type, but the gold digger type. Good for me, I hate more being hit than being taken advantage of. And it also comes like a glove to my early lie.

— I came to seek knowledge of someone more experienced like a baker becomes hereditary the… Ah! Let the acting go away at once! I seek more about a prophecy. — I said, perhaps with a little too arrogant tone. I will definitely get hit this time.

— And what makes you believe that I know about it? — replied Rômulo, getting tired of my mess. At least he did not hit me, he seems like a good guy.

— Please, your name is engraved on the door. It can't be just coincidentally very similar to the family of the first king of Castela. Isn't it, Arthur Wohger? — This room is too bright, I want to get out of here soon. My voice may be getting more and more irritated due to my bad mood. But in this situation, it should not be a problem. Gold diggers cant displease their masters until they get what they want.

— Your Highness urges me to be a Spy? Or even part of the enemy royalty? And why such speculation? Allow me to say that I grew up and learned everything I know in your lands and I never abandoned them. If you owe me the right to be rude, is Your Highness, by any chance, making a fool of me, or do you have ulterior motives against your country? — Inquired the man, like a theatre actor reacting to a murder charge. I am too tired to go to the theatre again. When can I have lunch?

— Yes, it is really very rude of you to speculate on your own. I heard from a servant that you have the strange habit of releasing doves at night that by some coincidence fly towards the border. What excuses do you have for my arguments? — It would be good if he doesn't have any because otherwise, I just got in more trouble burbling out a nonsensical rumour.

— Well, I see that the rumours about your intelligence are real. Your highness has a good point. Even if somewhat mistaken, if I may say. Do your highness need information about the current situation in Castela, to take advantage of it? — Rômulo was surprised, but not scared, yet still, a small chance that I can get rid of the trouble with the king if I press him a little.

— Quite the contrary. Why would I try to take over distant lands, when I have something much more valuable at the touch of my hands?— I question him with a sarcastic smile. I don't think I'll ever seem intimidating with those smiles, but cuddly will do, too.

—So what does your highness intend to do, become a traitor?— Asked Rômulo.

Why is he trying to maintain this annoying cover? Without having any idea that I, even though unintentionally, already revealed his true identity to the king? Well, let's hope he stops this soon if I push the bar.

— No more pretending, please, I already said I know who you are. And I will cooperate with any proposal as long as it is to my advantage. — I said in an intimidating tone.

— And who am I? —Now, this was annoyingly cliché. What does he hope to gain from it? I want to have lunch!

— Stop denying, this is already getting boring. Are we going to reach an agreement or not? — Said already losing patience.

The scene of a 5-year-old boy pouting and speaking in an extremely selfish tone, definitely made his first action be to repress me and show the meaning of the word respect.

To his unhappiness, the person he spoke to is the prince of "his nation" and his locked treasure chest. Me. Please! Open that mouth and speak the words I want to hear so much for once!

— Your Highness, I understand your position, but if this is an agreement, then I believe that there must be understanding and gain on both sides. For this reason, there is no reason for your exaltation. — Having to act cautiously to satisfy a spoiled child's ego, is killing him, I can see how tired he is. Yet, he keeps his composure. At least he really managed to fill my ego. I love people who don't hit me even when they can.

— What would be the terms of such an agreement? — I ask, interested in the subject.

 Apparently, Rômulo had achieved his goal much earlier than expected, he opens that commercial smile again and continues to speak.

— If I may, I would like a small favor in exchange for your answers about the prophecy and any other. — The professor contested in a cautious tone.

— What favor would that be?”— I reply, to something suspicious in this conversation.

—I would like your Highness to answer honestly one of my questions, only that neither more nor less, anything ahead will be the subject of another matter. — Rômulo explained calmly as if he wants nothing.

— It seems like a good deal, what would be the question? — I curiously reply. By the way, who would say? In the end, the lemons were exotic oranges that give the most refined juice!

— If your majesty had the means to change some things about our current political situation and the power to convince a large number of people to follow your ideas, what would you do?

Soon I realize the intentions of Rômulo's words, it seems that I have a new objective.