What do you do when you're becoming someone you hate? You envision yourself in the future, doing, saying, and thinking things that you don't like, and you feel like you won't be able to change it. What do you do? How do you know if the things you're doing right now will change anything?

I'm not an all-knowing omniscient being! I don't know anything, hell, I don't even know how to do taxes correctly! I don't know how to dress, I don't know how to cook, I don't know how to listen, I don't know how to focus, and most of all I have no clue how to interact with people! Much less women! I'm socially inept; So, god, let me ask, what have I done for you to put me in this situation?! Why am I sitting here, enthroned on a castle of black, peering into the 'admiring' eyes of these beautiful people?

By beautiful I mean that quite literally. They have outstanding attire, faces molded to perfection, and bodies that only exist in fiction. And now, these beautiful people kneel in front of me, these fictionally-god-endowed-and-downright-flawless people looked on at me with 'awe and aspiration'. And I don't like it; No, I hate it, I absolutely hate it.

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"Congratulations to your highness." A long, blond haired and blue eyed man, with a sharp and tall stature spoke, standing up with his arm across his chest. "And to the prosperity of the future of the empire. Live long, and long live the new king."

The entire room burst into applause and tears, causing a knot in the center of my chest and stomach. I SHOULD SAY THANKS BECAUSE HE WANTS ME TO LIVE LONG! BUT THAT'S WEIRD! BUT WHAT IF HE THINKS I DIDN'T APPRECIATE WHAT HE SAID?

"I.." I jumbled, afraid to speak out. What do I say? How do I say? Do I say? Say I do? Huh?

"You're welcome." YOU'RE WELCOME?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I CANT TAKE IT BACK NOW!

The blondie stared at me, peering into my soul as his devilish eyes and sharp upward mouth warned me about him as a "Fake and Narcissistic Psychopath That Sees Me Nothing More As An Incompetent Tool".

His gaze made me sweat, his face made me jealous, and his confidence made me insecure.

This man who stands in front of me is definitely aiming for my life. I'm the king, after all, so why would ANYONE want an incompetent loser like me? Someone who has to study and work 10x harder than everyone just to end up being last place.

He won't let me be king. He can't. Because I don't to be either. So please, take my life. At least I can die by someone the complete opposite of me.