The Entertainer/The King brings back his boy to his room
He nodded, picking up the boy up and heading out. Julius kept crying, his eyes shut while his Father brought him all the way to his room. It was usual to see the boy whine and scream, but never sniveling and crying in such manners.
Back at his room, his Father got him on top of his bed. The first thing Julius did was getting his biggest stuffed animal on the bed and hug it, pressing it against his entire body and crying into it. "Okay son...Daddy wants to talk to you more about what happened...Are you okay with this?" "C-Coul...Could you...L-Lock t-the d-door?" He ask, his position slightly muffling his words. "Of course..." He did so, then sat up on the edge of the bed, putting one hand behind his neck, lightly rubbing it. "Okay son...I never wanted this to happen to you...Felicia...Even Charle himself. Hell, I WAS expecting this sort of behavior...From you." He looks back at him, who was just wordless. "And uh...Much MUCH later in your life..." "W-Why...?"
He gave him a slight smile. "Well son...Your behavior is...Uh...Really bratty...Whiny...Reckless...Jealousy always get the best of you and...For fuck's sake." He shook his head. "You're six years old, you shouldn't know these things." The boy was still sniveling, but tried his best to listen. The King looks back to him. "You got an entire life to improve your behavior, and trust me you live a good life. You got no reason to whine. You can run freely in the castle, play at your heart's content, sleep as much as you want, read anything you want...Eat anytime, anywhere and the food you want. Everything i wanted to do at your age." The boy rose up in a sitting position, still hugging his stuffed animal.
"Y...You mean...You...Were a kid too...?" He had a little laugh. "Of course...Everyone used to be kids. Your mom, all the people working, you should know how it works by now." He hugged tightly his teddy. "Not really..." He sighed, now having to have the talk with him already. He shook his head. "What I'm trying to say son...You got one life. One single life. Maybe more in the after-life but that...But there are no clear proof. Even if you won't have the position you want...Or the castle gets destroyed by invaders, or even get kidnapped, you still have to stand up for yourself. Nobody else will do it for you...Especially if you got no one to turn to." "W...Will i be...Strong like you?" The King smiled up. "Look at me, son. What do you see?"
He looks up and down at his Father. "...You?" The King shook his head. "Let's try again, this time think of all the achievements I've told you and the family about. All the opportunities I took while I knew there was dangers." "...Brave." He nodded to his son. "That's right. Everything thrown at me, I get back up and retort back. This is how I had to be, and will stay as." Julius looks down on the bed, then with a sadden look he says... "Daddy...?" "Yes son?" "...Were you touched...Like i was...?" The King paused for a moment, then nodded. "I've been many times...Not something I want to recall, but it happened...You have no idea how much i coddle you, your brothers and sisters because of this...Even if I'm not always here." "By who...?" The King let out a little sight.
"I'll be honest. If you think being touched by your brother and sister was bad...Imagine if that was me." "You mean...Your Daddy touched you...?" His Father nodded. "Have you noticed how you can find nothing about your Grand-Dad around the castle except the archives?" "Why did he do it...?" Charle shook his head, remembering scenes he didn't want to recall. "I might as well say. Your grand-mother died while giving birth to me. I also lost my brothers. He fell into a big depression, turning to alcohol and other sorts of narcotics in order to keep him off from thinking about it...Instead it only worsen his case." Charle points out at his eyes. "See these eyes?" Julius tilted his head. His Father had sapphire eyes. "Well...His biggest reason for touching me was...Because i had the same eyes as mom.-Er, your Grand-mother...And as long as i was a child until I was ready to join the men on the battlefield, he had me overworked, and abused." Julius looks back down. "Sorry..."
"It's okay, son...I didn't want to count that to you, but you have to understand that no matter what happens, life goes on. You are the only one responsive for who you become...Even if you may not become a King. You'll receive all my support and proper love. Not the touchy kind, mind you." He paused for a moment, and smiled at him. "Hell, between you and me...I think you will become King now." Julius' ears perked up, his eyes widening, and mouth gapping. "FOR REAL?" He nodded. "Fuck the tradition. Your brother's attitude today made me disgusted. Felicia's as well. From now on I'll go exactly like you've tried to push me for ever since I revealed to you how Charles are meant to be Kings." He quickly waddle up to him, giving him a big up. "Thanks Daddy!" The King returned the gesture.
"I still have to talk to Charle and Felicia about it. I want them to have a thorough punishment for what they've done to you. Charle even more...I always thought he was a fine young boy. How wrong i was." He shook his head once again. "...And Julius, you have a choice here. You can come with me and discuss with them, or stay here while I go talk to them. I'd much prefers if we could come together and talk about it as a family." "...With mom...?" "With mom." "ummm...." He looks down, pondering the choices.