Note: This is totally fiction. The name's of all the characters (the emperor, his son, etc...) are all made up. It is a fake kingdom that I have made up, containing fake people as well. If there is a person or event that is contained in the story, it is coincidential.
The Normal Life of the Presedent's Sonprt.1
You'd expect that the Presedent's son would be a smart young man- quiet, respectful, talented, and seriously good looking. Well, all of that is partially true. I am most certainly good looking, talented, and, yes, intelligent for my young age (I'm thirteen, por the way). But quiet? Oh, I'm anything but that. Respectful? Only to elders, if I'm feeling nice enough. Yes, yes. I am Jiro Santoji, son of the Presedent Nanjiro Santoji.
"Jiro-kun..." A maid whispered, shaking my shoulder gently. "Jiro-kun, please wake up" I reluctantly sat up, extremely pissed at the maid. I was seriously tired- my father's friend had forcefully taken me to a "celebraty" party late in the night.
"What is it?" I glared at the maid with a stare that could kill. She stared at me for a moment, her eyes filled with fear. They should be. I am the Presedent's son. One complaint from me and she could be easily thrown out. But the maid said nothing.
"You haven't answered my question." I said rather coldly. The maid stuttered. "W-well, y-your fa-father called y-you..."
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"He said nothing else?"
The maid blinked rapidly. "Y-yes."
"You're lying."
"I am not!"
"Yes you are. What else did he say?"
"Um..."
"My father would not call me for no particular reason.
The maid looked down at her feet. I could tell something was wrong. She didn't want to tell me. I sighed and slipped out of bed.
"Please leave." I muttered as I approached my closet. The maid looked up,startled. "W-what?"
"Please leave," I repeated. "I am going to change." The maid looked flushed. "Okay." She quickly walked out of the room.
I quickly changed into a new suit and went down into the hall.
The Normal Life of the Presedent's Sonprt.1
You'd expect that the Presedent's son would be a smart young man- quiet, respectful, talented, and seriously good looking. Well, all of that is partially true. I am most certainly good looking, talented, and, yes, intelligent for my young age (I'm thirteen, por the way). But quiet? Oh, I'm anything but that. Respectful? Only to elders, if I'm feeling nice enough. Yes, yes. I am Jiro Santoji, son of the Presedent Nanjiro Santoji.
"Jiro-kun..." A maid whispered, shaking my shoulder gently. "Jiro-kun, please wake up" I reluctantly sat up, extremely pissed at the maid. I was seriously tired- my father's friend had forcefully taken me to a "celebraty" party late in the night.
"What is it?" I glared at the maid with a stare that could kill. She stared at me for a moment, her eyes filled with fear. They should be. I am the Presedent's son. One complaint from me and she could be easily thrown out. But the maid said nothing.
"You haven't answered my question." I said rather coldly. The maid stuttered. "W-well, y-your fa-father called y-you..."
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"He said nothing else?"
The maid blinked rapidly. "Y-yes."
"You're lying."
"I am not!"
"Yes you are. What else did he say?"
"Um..."
"My father would not call me for no particular reason.
The maid looked down at her feet. I could tell something was wrong. She didn't want to tell me. I sighed and slipped out of bed.
"Please leave." I muttered as I approached my closet. The maid looked up,startled. "W-what?"
"Please leave," I repeated. "I am going to change." The maid looked flushed. "Okay." She quickly walked out of the room.
I quickly changed into a new suit and went down into the hall.