Chapter 4 FLASH BACK

**********Paris**********

*********Prince Raymond******"**

After the great fuck i had with camilla my tool in getting what i want, yeah she is nothing but a tool in climbing my ladder to what i dream of possessing and acquiring, and once i have gotten to that point am gonna have to discard her like a worthless paper that is been abandoned when its use have been satisfied, so until i have gotten what i want she has to be my

ears and eyes and above all my silient tool in getting what i want and that u would know soon and then but not now i enter the shower to have a proper bath as i dont wish to reak of sex of an annoying useless girl as a matter of fact of an tasteful tight pussy and that is why i cant ever let her go till have loossen the knot that dont wish to be lossed in that glory hole.

Striding towards the ballroom after i have changed to my princely attire where the party is being held in honour of the very hateful bro... nooo i dont think i can call that being a brother as i have grown to always hate every inch of breath he possesses, every match of sand his legs had trampled even the very air that he releases as i dont wish to take in such bcontaminating oxide into my body as i tend to always wonder why every good thing comes to him as my anger grows to it's peak as above all the throne.

THE THRONE I SCREAM as i smash the flower vase on the corridor on the path to where am fucking headed right now i shake my head as the thoughts of what occured years ago due to my banishment from being the heir apparent to the throne but it seems so so futile as the memories rush in their millions making me weak to grief, leaning on the closest wall close to me as i slowly drift off in my countless thoughts with tears streaming down my eyes as i drift off with eyes closed and my teeth gnashing against each other as i curse that womean inwardly.

11 YEARS AGO

Walking right into the house from the field where i went to do my normal usual battled training as cutom demand of me as the crowned prince, i hear noises of women screaming and cursing each other with hard words as they threw clawed fist against each other.

A guard stood all around the place watching the two Queens perform their magical truces again. Wlking up to them i scream "back to ur duty posts all of you" hesitatating at first but with a look that depicts authority they all fled away to their posts.

Walking up to the women still screaming at each other without minding the mess they must created in the sitting room adjacent just to the throne room.

I pull her back and that is my mother the first Queen away from the other woman who started this all as i gawk at her and her son disdainfully for bringing in trouble into a house that was filled with peace. I know u wont under stand so let me break it for u. Queeen Veronica is the first wife of the great kingdom of Sceaux in paris, with me being the first son and heir i was thought the princely guides and rules but all oif a sudden my father the King came home saying he has a different family some where else whom he later had eight months later just after i was born like it came as a shock to us all including i and mom and not just but that they would be moving in with us anytime soon. Well my mom felt bad and hurt as she would always cry and mourn every night she was never happy as i have known her to always be as we all awaited the great prescence of the all too important guest of the family until that day i met her, the lady, the woman who caused it all............

Coming back from the field from my usual practice i was heading straight to the palace cause i heard the kings so called son is here as maidens and people around were talking and whipering about how cute and good looking he was. Filled with rage and anger i matched straight to the palace to see who they dare compare me with me in such manner as they were so all engrossed in their shameless discussion that my prescence was not noticed.

Just who is this baggar that has decided to take my spot light i wondered as i matched in fury towards the throne. If i knew coming his coming to this palace was going to be the beginning of hatred and lost of my heritage and respect as a man that was feared by the people i would never have supported this whole thing happening now to me cause thaat was how it all started..............

Seeing those sky blue eyes was all it took to blow me off my feet as he smiled at the elders revealing his cute dimples that for once i was lost staring at in in admiration as his wavy hair bounced with him in every moment he took as all and every one admired him, his huge body and biceps outlinng the versace t-shirt he wore i grew with envy and hate every passing second as the King declared he should be given the best and finest treatment and as i stared at the king looking at him with great honour and pride as they all sang praises of him saying he was just a carboncopy in appearance to the king in his youth. A rare compliment i never got in my 20 years of living in the kingdom as far as i can remember having grown till date.

Slamming the palace doors to gain attention all eyes turned towards me as the elders bowed in obeisance towards me as i matched towards the throne seated with the man i was very much becoming to hate as at present as i greeted him in custom of greeting a king, as he nodded in acknowledment towards me as i rose up and immediately i and the guys eyes collided as we stare at each with looks that none could decipher;

'Now i would like to introduce you all to Prince Raymond the heir apparent and first son as i beamed with smiles as i gave the so called half a brother look that were challenging but i only received a smile" for real on hearing that of our great kingdom' stated KING JACK GUUERZ

As he introduced to me my bone of contention till this day which even his voice was as soft as tissue as i could feel it as all i could hear was my 'greetings my prince am RO..."

You are 'PRINCE RONALDO GUUERZ, THE SECOND SON OF I KING JACK GUEERZ'. my father stated cuting he ronaldo from finishing his words with authority laced which each words as he spoke with a challenging tone as if to dare anyone for him making someone a prince as he sat on his throne his eyes surveying the heads bowed before him in respect.

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