History. Oh, how he hated history and his mother and father made him take history classes. He even had a (well-paid) teacher to teach him history. They said, if you wanted to be a someone or get anywhere near the crown, you had to know your history... But the last thing he wanted to do was sit at home for another two hours and listen to Mrs. Jameson's terrible, nosy voice and her awful teaching methods of making him repeat what he had just heard. He was no baby, nor was he stupid, so, why would she make him do that? What did he even need history for? How would he impress anyone with knowing his country's victories or losses? He had what it took to impress anyone and everyone. He had not one, but two wheat fields, about a hundred workers for each one, and a personal maid. He needed no history to make someone like him, everybody simply loved him already, and if they knew he had what he did... they would love him even more.
That was it! He wasn't going to waste another afternoon on Mrs. Jameson's tutions, when he could spend it outside, trying to find someone to sell some wheat to. One could never have too many crowns. The tall, chubby boy smiled and looked at the big, wooden clock above the luxorious cupboard in his room. It was half past 14, he still had another half an hour before his teacher came in. He got up from his bed, took his coat from the wardrobe, put on his messenger bag, shoved the cream and blue totem inside and rushed out of his room. He took it everywhere he went. It was far too precious and beautiful for him to risk someone stealing it from him.
"I'll be back in half an hour, just in time for History!" he yelled as he was running downstairs, knowing that his maid's going to try and stop him. He was 17 now. He made his own crowns, yet, his parents still tried to control him using this exact maid. He was no fool and he was most definitely not going to let them do so. By the time he was out on the street he could feel the cold wind rush through his hair and make his cheeks blush. He decided he should go to the center of the city, go into a few bakeries and see, if they needed any fresh wheat. They were most definitely going to need some, after he had finished his sweet talk...
That was it! He wasn't going to waste another afternoon on Mrs. Jameson's tutions, when he could spend it outside, trying to find someone to sell some wheat to. One could never have too many crowns. The tall, chubby boy smiled and looked at the big, wooden clock above the luxorious cupboard in his room. It was half past 14, he still had another half an hour before his teacher came in. He got up from his bed, took his coat from the wardrobe, put on his messenger bag, shoved the cream and blue totem inside and rushed out of his room. He took it everywhere he went. It was far too precious and beautiful for him to risk someone stealing it from him.
"I'll be back in half an hour, just in time for History!" he yelled as he was running downstairs, knowing that his maid's going to try and stop him. He was 17 now. He made his own crowns, yet, his parents still tried to control him using this exact maid. He was no fool and he was most definitely not going to let them do so. By the time he was out on the street he could feel the cold wind rush through his hair and make his cheeks blush. He decided he should go to the center of the city, go into a few bakeries and see, if they needed any fresh wheat. They were most definitely going to need some, after he had finished his sweet talk...
