The Entertainer/The King surprises Charle and Felicia abusing Julius
The King opened the door, revealing a scene he'd never wish to see. His three six years old fucking each others. Julius on the ground sporting only his pants brought down to his feet sucking off his pantless son Charle along with little Felicia wearing a blue frilly dress but clearly mounting Julius' dick. "D-DAD!" Screamed Charle as both him and Felicia went to get their removed clothes. Julius began to bawl, cry and hiccups.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" He stomped the ground loud and clear, two hallway Guards came inside seeing the scene. "WHO STARTED IT?" With a nervous look Charle tried to explain. "W-We wanted fun!" "THIS ISN'T FUN! GO TO YOUR ROOM!" He pointed toward the door, but then snapped his fingers a few times, meaning a Guard has to intervene and pull the person to destination. Charle was taken out of the room, too shocked to respond back. "YOU!" He pointed at Felicia who was just as nervous as Charle. "YOUR ROOM TOO!" However, he abruptly stopped her, taking a moment to examine her face before pushing her to a guard. She too was overtly guilty and unresponsive.
He went to the side of bawling Julius, picking him up and hugging him. "What did they do? It's okay, Daddy's here son..." He wasn't sure what the hell happened, but it was clear in his mind Julius didn't want this. His reaction is too strong to be his doing. Julius pressed his head on his Father's chest, trying to muffle himself. "Take you time...You're safe now." He tried his best to reassure the boy, but he kept crying. "...Felicia and Charle will receive severe punishment for this." It didn't budge's the boy's reaction. Charle realized his son was still almost completely naked, his pants barely holding to his feet. He got him back on the ground, pulling back his pants up. The boy was too busy trying to sweep away his tears while he went to get the boy's royal jacket and shirt.
The King clothed him back, still hearing his cries. "There. Daddy will never touch you there or do like your brother and sister." He wants to give him a hug, but he knows it wouldn't be proper. Instead he took a knee. "Can you talk now? Daddy wants to know what happened..." "C-Char..." His throat hurts too much, instead he points toward a painting on a stand right in the middle of the room. Charle went to see it. It is a painting of his son Charle sitting with his legs and arms crossed, looking pissed off with a perked up ear, and the other one bent... "Whiny Baby Charle..." He read the cursive signature, made by Felicia herself. He'd laugh if it wasn't for the nature of the situation.
Meanwhile Julius shook his head, trying to assure himself it was okay, that he could talk and explain. It felt good but it felt wrong. He had no idea how to react but he was overly expecting his Dad to abuse him or berate him, claiming it was his fault...Not this. He went to his Father's side, who is reading the note. "...Can you explain now? Daddy really wants to know..." He took back a knee in front of him, making.
"What happened son?" Julius looks down, but then looks straight into his Father's eyes angrily. "Charle wanted to be drawn naked, so when Felicia said no, she drew this picture of him. I wanted to tell you but they began saying they'll say I was the one who wanted to be drawn naked! A-And..." He began to bawl again. "Take your time, son...Daddy believes you..." "T-THEY TOLD ME TO GET NAKED!" He bawled off once more. This time Charle gave him a hug. "It's okay...Take your time...Tell me what else they did...You don't need to I believe you..." He rubbed his son's back lightly. "T...They began touching me...Saying mean things and calling me it, saying i stink and a test subject..." He sniveled some more before trying to talk again. "A...And C-Charle hurts me..." "What did he do...?" Julius rubbed his eyes again before giving out his answer. "He...He put something in m...My butt..." His Father's left eye twitched at that. "T-Then...H-He...C-Called m-me a b...baby..." The boy sniveled some more, tears still running down. "...A-And m-made m...me w-wear a p-pacifi-fier..." The King had a disgusted look, just this confirmed his doubts. Meanwhile the boy cried strongly once more. "Charle and Felicia will definitely earn a strong punishment for that." He held up his son in his arms. "Come on...Let's go...to-" He stopped himself. "Let's...Go...Where you want to go." He tried to smile up for his boy.
The boy looks up to him. "R-Really...? A-Anyw-where...?" He nodded, trying to cheer the boy up.