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Louis Tomlinson

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"So you're really going?"

"Yes, my sister. I want to continue my studies in Iceland."

"I'm still not pleased with your decision, Louis," my father Troy, King of England, told me.

Yes, my father was a king, making me a prince. That does not mean I was supporting his reign. My father was a cruel man, with no respect for anything and anyone. I would grab the first chance I got to get away from him and his treatment for people, which I am doing. Do not get me wrong, I plan on coming back, taking the throne - even forcefully if I would have to. I would be so much better king, everyone knows that. Even he, but he will not admit it. I am pretty sure he tried to kill me before he figured it would not do much good, so now he is trying to win me over. Not going to happen, pal.

"Well, deal with it. I am going to Iceland. They have really nice study programs for art and astrology."

"Art and astrology... Pathetic," Troy muttered under his breath, probably hoping I will not hear it. I pretended like I did not, his words not hurting me anymore. His unpleasantness with art - pencils were my drawing method - was nothing new. From a young age, I have been more of an artistic soul than a fighting soul. I was never good with swords. And there was the fact I like boys, so I was practically digging out my grave. As Troy would say: a good king has a woman, a heir and his mistress.

I am not like that.

I will never be.

Sometimes I question myself if I am adopted, but I look just like my mother. Still, that does not mean Troy is my father. I hope he is not. When he dies, my sister Lottie will take his place, I will make sure of it, she is perfect for a queen. Who needs man in power when we have women? I gave him a fake smile, taking Lottie's hand in mine and dragging her out of the room. "You know he's called you pathetic?"

"He called the studies I take pathetic."

"But like, that's like calling you pathetic."

"Nothing I have not heard before."

"I'm happy and sad you're leaving. You won't have to listen to Troy talking shits to you, but on the other hand you're leaving us."

"I know, I know. I will come back for you, trust me. I will not let you, my beautiful sisters and mother, suffer in this place. Not when something can be done. Something I could do before."

"No, don't go down that road. It'll all work out eventually. Please, promise me you won't kill him."

I hesitated. "I can not promise you that."

"Louis, please!"

"Okay, I will not, just do not cry," I said when her eyes filled with tears, not for Troy but for me. Oh, my dear sister. If only I could take them all with me. But we would be stopped before the boat could even sail. With a heavy heart, I hugged her one last time, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "I promise I will come back. Be strong, my petite soeur." I turned around, fast walking to get out of the castle. If I had to stay longer, I would see my other siblings and mother, with whom I had already said goodbye, and I knew I would not leave. So it was better I had just left then.

I marched down the stairs, my cloak fluttering behind me. I felt eyes on me, multiple pairs - belonging to my family and servants. I could hear some people crying, and my heart dropped at those sounds. It was not just my mother and sisters who wept, the servants also cried. They saw me as a person who would free them, I always helped them, even giving them more money behind kings back. They saw me as a savior. And I was leaving them behind. Not very prince-like but I had to get out of there. I can not take it anymore.

I will come back.

I will help them all.

I will kill my father.

I just need some time to plan everything, including how I am going to do it. But I will. I promised myself that years ago when king finished beating me. It was a misunderstanding, but he was too far in his delusion and too far in his paranoia to stop himself. I am not making excuses for him, but I get it. It is just, he almost killed me that day. And I will never forgive him for almost beating my sister.

I raised my head high, showing my father the power and confidence I hold, even through this isn't even tenth of it.