"Father?"Adrien poked his head through the throne room doors to find his father sitting on his golden chair.
Adrien and his father looked nothing alike. His father always wore a regal robe made out of the finest fur and silk and a bejeweled crown sat upon his head. King Gabriel had whitening hair that looked as though he was wearing a powdered wig and piercing icy blue eyes.
"My son, come forward. We have much to discuss." No sympathy or emotion was in his father's words. It was as if he didn't care to speak.
Adrien nervously walked toward his father. Whenever they had these talks; the possibilities were endless to how it will turn out.
"I have a name." Adrien mumbled.
"What was that?"Gabriel asked suspiciously.
"Nothing." Adrien spoke louder.
Gabriel turned his back on him. "My son, you must have realize by now that your 18th birthday is coming up. This is a very important date since it marks your becoming of king."
"Of course father." Adrien said; trying to hide his true feelings about the situation.
"Then you must know that you must have a bride as your queen by then."
Adrien's head jerked in surprise and dismal. He knew all too well who he was to marry to before his birthday. Princess Chloe Bourgeois. Since the moment they were introduced years ago when they were kids, Adrien couldn't find any reason to love her. He was observant when he noticed the ways she acted, treated everyone, and what she expected.
"Miss Bourgeois has been quite...excited about your marriage to each other so she requested that a grand ball be held today in your honor and-"
"Father?" Adrien interrupted. He cleared his throat. Gabriel's eyebrows flew up; shocked that his son interrupted him. "Wouldn't it be more reasonable if I..." Adrien trailed off in speech; he had been anxious to request this of his father. "Pick my own bride? Like you picked mother?"
"This is different. Your betrothal to Miss Bourgeois has been made for an alliance with Southern ; not for some petty love like the mistake I made with your peasant mother." The king's voice grew hard and angry as he uttered the words.
In all his life, Adrien had never seen or heard his father speak ill of his mother. He hesitated to speak. "F-father, I t-thought you l-loved her." The word love felt like poison to Adrien.
Gabriel whipped his head around; turning away from his son. "Love is a conquest. Love is a war."
Tears threaten to escape as Adrien raced out of the throne room; hoping to escape before his sobs took a toll on him. He crashed into the last person he wanted to see. Felix.
A sneering smirk formed on Felix's lips. "What's the matter brother?" Felix didn't particularly care about his brother's problems. All he wanted was to see his brother suffer. "Cat got your tongue?" A maniacal guffaw rumbled out of his throat. Adrien pushed ed him and bolted to find the few people who could help him.
Here is part 2 of "The Prince and the Ladybug" as promised. Part 3 will be out this Friday! Enjoy and be miraculous! :beetle: :cat: :beetle: :cat:
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