William paced around his luxurious room as he waited for the call. Every several minutes he would take a seat on his large bed in the corner of the room before getting jittery again and continuing the pacing. His room was decorated appropriately for a young man of his status, other than a few personal decorations he set up himself. It was his way of trying to keep some control of his own life, however small it may be. Being a prince had its perks, but William didn't like the part where his parents made all the big decisions in his life. Like what he could wear, what he could eat, who he could be friends with, and who he should marry.
*Knock. Knock.* "My lord, Queen Yvette requests your presence in the throne room." William jumped at the knocking of the door but quickly adjusted his stance out of habit, despite being alone in his room. "Thank you Ethan," he called out to the servant on the other side of the door. "I'll be right there." Being summoned to the throne room could mean only one thing: they were almost here.
The route from his room to the throne room was so well-traveled by William that he knew it like the back of his hand. Of course, it wasn't a huge castle, so it wasn't hard to memorize the way there, but there were several corridors and rooms William had never even been in, making the home he spent his entire life still feel a bit mysterious. On the way to the throne room William passed by several servants preparing various rooms and other such things, though he couldn't tell what exactly some of them were doing. But that's just how it would go sometimes.
"I'm here, Mother," William stated as he finally entered the throne room. A pair of royal guards stood at attention at the entrance of the room wearing way-too-fancy uniforms and a longsword attached to their sides. 'I still don't understand why they have those things,' William thought to himself. It's not like we live in the dark ages. If they're supposed to be guarding us, they should have a couple assault rifles instead of old-ass weapons from a thousand years ago. Maybe we're just pretentious like that.
"William, are you listening to me?" William was abruptly pulled away from his thoughts by his mother calling his name. "Sorry Mother, what did you say?" The queen just looked at him for a moment before repeating what she was saying while he was mentally away. "I said they will be here in a few minutes, and I need you ready to meet your future wife." "Yes Mother," William replied dejectedly and took his place at her side. 'Ugh, at least let me meet this girl before you decide she'll be my lifelong companion.'
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