MIMAMSA

Morning was not bright, just like my dream. Oh boy, whoever told me that dreams have meaning might be on drugs that I am not aware of. I got up; my vision was more blurred than the fog outside my palace. I was staring at the painting on my wall .I could not figure out which painting I was very interestingly staring at. Just then a knock came on my door. I flinched slightly at that. After gaining my composure, I answered, "Yes?" A maid, I think her name was Phoenicia, came in. For some reason her gaze never looked up at me. “Sire, Her Highness is waiting for your presence." She said she looked a bit tense. “Phoenicia, are you doing well?” “Isn’t the day bright, sire?" She replied while opening my window. "It's the 11th of June," she said, but her smile did not reach her eyes. My eyes opened wide on the 11th of June. This was the day where I took my first breathe. In about two more years, I would become the king. I’m scared to be the king; I have a lot to learn, a lot to live, and I feel young, like there is a lot more missing to my life. Thinking about the future is so tiring. I just, I don’t know, my father , the former ruler of Thalassara, left for war 19 years before. He was a kind ruler; for the people, he was one of the most able rulers. My mother’s best lover, but for me, I never saw him as a father. I heard a lot about him and grew up looking at his statues and paintings, but I never could accept that someone that wonderful was related to someone like me. I got out of my slumber, got dressed, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. I was still thinking about him. Deep in my thoughts, I did not notice my mother glaring at me. “Greetings, son.” As I heard her voice, I knelt down on one knee by memory and greeted her. She was sitting at her throne on the table, a table filled with luxurious meals enough to fill the stomach of an elephant. “Rise, my love." My mother ordered me. I gazed up at her with my eyes and saw her smile at me. I love her smile. It always gives me comfort, a sense of hope. I love her. I slowly rose from my bow and made my way to my seat, positioned in front of my mother's. I picked my fork up, holding it with my bruised fingers, and brought the food to my lips. Before taking a bite, I took a quick sniff; it smells like heaven. “Is Sir Alexanderous teaching you well?" She asked. I swallowed my food. “Oh, wonderfully, Mother, he teaches me like he is teaching me well," which was ironic because he never did like me .I stuffed a bun in my mouth. "Spit that out, Nikolas." "Mother, I...” "Stop talking with your mouth full. How many times have I warned you to eat like a mortal?” My mother glared at me. I stood up, banged my hands on the table, and my seat scattered back. My mouth still filled with the bun, I tried to act like an acctual commanding ruler. "Mother, I..." Boom, exactly what she said. I choked on my food. That earned a slap. It was a playful one, though. “Sit.” That was a tone that I would not dare to oblige. “Take small bites, Nikolas." “Yes, Mother." “Stop your piehole, otherwise you will choke again, and this time my beatings won’t make you laugh. " I shut my mouth. A few minutes later one of Mother's help came in the hall. She bent down. “Sir Alexandrous is waiting for your presence right now.” She was still bowing. My mouth was still stuffed, just to make sure I heard it right. I asked her, "Right now?” She just gave me a nod. I stood up. “Excuse me, Mother." Sir Alexandorus. He was the one who trained my father for almost 32 years; he forced His Majesty to go for war but never supported him. Every time the broken ruler begged for help, he would just ignore him until his throat bled dry through screaming. That is what my mother had warned me about. But maybe I just think he changed.