In the year of Our Lord, 455

My Father’s passing was a surprise to everyone; The royal family was the first to hear, with redundant hawks sent all over the nation to notify next of kin. The lineage has been passed on and I am the new king. My long afternoons spent studying our traditions and laws went from feeling like a boring waste of time to feeling like an opportunity to finally rule the way I wanted. My condolences are with the members of my family who knew him before his reign, but the rest knew he was a coward and a traitor to our way of life. I will lead us into a powerful global position with veracity, not squander our national resources to make my friends rich, at least not yet. First I need to cement my new rule, and make the one other person with power submit to my will. It was the first step of the plan I made years ago; I never thought I would be executing it so soon.

With a deep breath I opened the door to the royal chamber, my new bedroom. It was a marvelous example of the best architectural and art work our people have to offer, but I was after something else.

“who’s there?” I heard the smooth sweet voice of my mother, the Queen, call out to me. You see in our kingdom the king and queen share authority, and power was so cemented into our political structure that the queen kept her post after the death of a king.

“hello my queen” I responded. Her head turned over to me and her eyes widened as they met mine.

“what are you doing here hon?” she asked, sitting up slightly.

“I’m here to go to bed, this is my room now too” I shot back in a relaxed tone. I already knew what was going to happen, I played it out in my mind many times. After having a crush on my mom since I was a teenager I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I walked over next to the bed, opposite the side she was laying on and began to remove my clothes.

“Honey I thought we talked about this, I’ll keep this room and you sleep in your bedroom, right?” She complained, watching me undress. Her beautiful brown eyes tracked my hands as they removed my clothing, her hair was down and showing off its natural brown waves. Without saying another word I finished stripping, lifted the sheet, and hopped into bed next to my queen.

“I’ve been brushing up on our history since we found out about dad, I figured I should learn how things actually work here” I said as I laid on my back, hands behind my head. “Now that I’m the king, I get all the perks of being the king, all the perks” I said, looking back at her. “perks like sleeping in the royal chamber, and having my queen sleep with me”

“Honey you can’t be saying.. no, baby, that’s an old tradition, the crown hasn’t done that in generations” she begged, looking noticeably more nervous. She was making sure to cover herself with the blanket, and held it in place with her hands in a defensive position over her chest as she sat up next to me. I sat up as well, moving my body closer to hers as I did. As I got closer our legs met under the blanket, she tried to pull back but there was no more room.