It was a bright sunny morning in England, and George was sitting in a room with the curtains closed eating a large steak pie. He’d had a particularly bad evening, Caroline had decided to sleep facing him and her breathe made him feel sick so he ended up sleeping on the floor. Again.
All of a sudden, there was a bang on the door. “Go AWAY, Caroline!” said George though a mouthful of pie.
“Silly Georgie, it’s your dad. Let me in.”
“Go AWAY, Dad” replied George through a mouthful of pie.
“Oh but it’s boring around here. The doctors won’t stop chasing me and I want someone to talk to.”
“The door’s not even locked y’know. Urgh” George really wasn’t fond of his dad. They had their friendlier moments, but mostly they just argued. George’s dad, also named George, was the current king of England, and a little mad. George didn’t like being a prince even a little bit. Considering his father’s madness he was practicaly the king, but didn’t have the title that he longed for.
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