All Chapters of Royal Fuckery: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

"He will never see again." The doctor said to Prince Alexius who seemed devastated. "Unfortunately." The doctor continued. "The good thing is his burnt wounds are healing up quite well.." Prince Alexius felt an ache in the deepest part of his heart. As much as he had convinced himself that he hated Elias, he could never. It was impossible. He grew up with Elias and had known and looked up to him as a brother while growing up. He couldn't just up and decided, he hated him and didn't care about his well being."Is there anything that can be done about his eye sight?" Queen Lucia questioned, Prince Alexius had forgotten she was present. He was so used to being alone and dealing with everything alone but she was here with him. She left everything so she could be with him in his time need not that it was really him in need more like Elias. Prince Alexius would never wish this even upon his worst enemy. It was a very sad outcome. "Sadly, my Queen, he just needs to adjust to his new enviro

-Father-" Prince Alexius embraced his father tightly. He looked weaker, thinner and much more pale. The doctor had said three months, he often wondered... how they could just simply put a time stamp on someone's life. It made him upset, upset at the world for easily taking away all the good things that people have in their lives."Alexius." He replied pulling back, Prince Alexius adjusted his father's continental pillows before sitting on the stool right next to his bed side."I heard the news." His father smiled proudly. It was the very first time he had seen his father genuinely proud of him. It was visible from the twinkle in his dull blue eyes. "I did absolutely nothing, honestly." Prince Alexius shrugged."What a great future King, your son is to be." King Dysmas declared proudly."He is really something." Prince Alexius felt proud, he had that pride in him that, Theodore was his son. He had done something that future generations would always praise him for, something previous

Lucia was laid in bed in Prince Alexius arms. She could faintly make out his heartbeat. His arms wrapped around her body, he was the big spoon. Snoring lightly, she smiled thinking about how she was going to tease him about it when he wakes up. Feeling his morning glory poking her backside made her fluster a bit. It was warm, too warm probably because they were both naked after last night... no one really bothered to put on night garments after their endeavors. They were both out of breath, tired but most of all entirely satisfied. She put her hand on top his, that laid snuggly around her waist. He had two rings on, one was his Royal ring, the other was a ruby red ring that belonged to his mother. She remembered how at the river he had told her that, he had it custom made into a male version but still kept the ruby. He never ever removed these two rings but what made Lucia smile was when she thought back to last night when he threw his wedding ring in the flowing river and told her it

The King sat stagnant in his seat, he had seen his nephew's body. He could not believe it. He had to die in such a horrible manor, his head looked like a broken watermelon. It wasn't a very pleasing scene but he had to. He had to make sure it was really Elias. It was clear Prince Alexius wouldn't, he was too trusting, easily trusting... the King thought. This was really the end for his nephew this was really the life he chose to lead and this is how he chose to end it. Prince Alexius had told him that they would hold a small gathering where they will let his ashes go at the Mount Varasova. It was initially Elias, favorite place and Prince Alexius knew that. Elias enjoyed sitting on the hill watching everything from down below. He would seat there for hours at most, Elias enjoyed nature, he loved nature. Elias had warned the Prince to never ever go to his spot or rather his hill when they were kids. He would always make jokes such as 'You have the whole kingdom and you want to go arou

Prince Liberto Nikoloudis raced towards the dining hall, with so much excitement it was undeniable that someone seemed to be very happy. The twelve year old boy, yes boy, Queen Lucia had yet again given birth to a third boy. Making Princess Elisabet the one and only daddy's Princess. She absolutely prided herself in being the only girl amongst the three male siblings. Prince Liberto had sandy blonde hair and alluring grey eyes, which made him very different from the rest of his siblings. No one in his family had grey eyes but his grandpa Demetre had once told him that, his great grandfather the late King of Greece had grey eyes and he had certainly taken after him. Taking the family's gift of height, he was one handsome lad who would later break hearts. The name Liberto has came along because he was conceived during the time of Acamas and Greece reuniting. There was a lot of joy and happiness at the time amongst the citizens. In English Liberto was translated Liberty meaning... 'the