Jonathan stops the car and turns to Cameron.

"This is the place?" He asked, the neighbourhood looked posh, clearly expensive.

"Yeah. The trash is at the back so I'll just get my stuff and get out of your hair.

Jonathan frowned. Cameron was leaving?

"Wait...where will you sleep tonight?" He asked.

"I'll find a way, I don't want to trouble you, help me get my chair?"

Jonathan sighed and got the wheelchair out of the backseat, he unfolds it and wheels it to the passenger side. Cameron took off his seat belt and sat on the wheelchair.

He looks both ways and crossed the street, Jonathan following behind. When they got at the back of the building, Cameron gasped in horror.

His paintings were scattered on the ground, some were even wet from unknown liquids. The oil paints were squeezed out and smeared all over the leather portfolio. His clothes were practically gone and no sight of his shoes.

"That bastard" Cameron whispered. Jonathan watched him practically shake in anger. He turns Cameron around and took him back to the car.

He opens the door and looks at Cameron.

"Get in"

Cameron looked up at him.

"Why?"

"Get in, trust me"

Cameron sighed and got in, buckling himself in. Jonathan placed the wheelchair in the backseat before rushing to the driver's side.

"Your ex is an asshole"

"I agree"

"So what are you going to do?"

Cameron shrugged.

"Go back to my dad's? Start from the beginning"

"No. You're a grown up, you don't need your parents anymore. What you need is self love. Love yourself Cameron, show that prick that he didn't crush your confidence and self worth. You need yourself in times like these"

"How can I even do that? I have no bed to sleep in at night"

"Of course you do. My place is your place. You can stay until you make enough money to main an apartment"

Cameron gave it a thought. But what could Jonathan possibly want from him?

"What's the catch?" He asked. Jonathan blushed.

"You have to make me an omelette"

Cameron's eyes widened and he felt himself blush as well.

"That's it?"

"Mhm"

"You have yourself a deal" he said and held a hand out for a handshake. Jonathan smiled and shook it.

"Deal"

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By evening, Benedict had fed Sam, bathed him and now the toddler was asleep. He was tired!

He calls Xavier and the man picked up in an instant.

"Hey"

"Hey Xav. So....I spent an afternoon taking care of a two year old"

"And?"

"It's tiring. Do you know how many rules I had to follow?"

"Well bunny... the toddler you're speaking of is a royal prince so of course he's going to be different. Where is Skye? I just saw in the news that a new Prime minister was elected?"

"Mhm, they left here hours ago, I guess they're still there"

"Wow I guess Prince is a firm king. This is the first time this happened in Lololand"

Benedict chuckled.

"Look at you being a history nerd. Kinda turns me on"

"Oh? Do you wish I was there bunny?"

"Definitely, we could do it in the throne room"

"You naughty bunny"

Benedict blushed and fanned his face.

"I gotta go, call me before you sleep okay?"

"Alright. Love you Bunny"

"Love you too daddy"

He hangs up and he heard cars pull up in front. He looks through the curtains and saw Prince step out, followed by Skye. Then there was a car behind theirs, Luke and Star following behind Skye as they headed to the front door.

A guard opens the door and Prince stepped inside, taking off his robes and sash, handing them to a maid.

"All I'm saying is we did the right thing"

"You came across as a hypocrite. You shouldn't involve yourself in politics" Luke said.

Skye, feeling agitated turned around, poking Luke on the chest as he spoke.

"You weren't in that room. That man disrespected us because of our age! We as the royal family will not allow that. And what happened to letting Prince follow his gut and instinct?"

The whole room went quiet. Skye sighed and went upstairs. Prince turned to his parents.

"I as King did the right thing, not only for me but also for the kingdom. That man suggested something that I never thought I'd hear as the reigning king"

"What did he suggest?" Star asked.

"Impeach the royal family and turn Lololand into a politically ruled country"

Luke gasped.

"What?"

"Yeah, so before you go around pointing fingers, thank me for saving the kingdom" Prince said and rushed upstairs, calling Skye's name.

Luke and Star were left at a loss for words, when they turned around they saw Benedict looking at them with wide eyes.

"Benny?" Star asked.

"Uhh....yes. sorry, I just happened to be here. Maybe I should have left the room"

"No it's okay. Uhm, we'll be going"

Once the door closed, Benedict sighed. He had never seen Skye that angry before and the fact that he was angry for being disrespected, He doesn't blame him.

"Skye, I hope you're okay"

Upstairs, Skye was taking off his sash and tiara. Prince enters the room and sighs.

"Sorry about my parents"

"It's okay. I'm just glad we got rid of that ageist maniac out of Parliament"

"Yeah. By the way, did you notice the people who were cheering for you?" Prince asked. It was quite a surprise to him to hear long live the Queen chants when there was a crowned king.

"Yeah" Skye said, it was very odd.

"I think we should do more public appearances, especially you"

Skye hummed as he took the letter from earlier today, opening the envelope.

"What do you want me to do for these appearances?"

Prince shrugged.

"I don't know but we need to have a team" he says and frowned when he heard Skye gasp.

"What's the matter?"

Skye hands him the letter and Prince began to read it,

"Dear Queen Skye.

I know you may not receive this but I'm writing this letter to ask for a special request.

Our son, Timothy, age 13 has been diagnosed with leukaemia and he does not have long until he meets his demise. His last wish is to meet you as he has always wanted to be a princess, he had thought you would see him at the coronation and adopt him, silly I know.

So we thought we could write this letter and hope for the best, we hope to see you soon. If you have the time.

Well wishes,

The Noblemen family"

Skye was quite scared by this letter. How did he become the people's favourite royal so soon? And should he agree to meet Timothy?

Prince looked up at him.

"What shall we do?"