Charles Goldwyn

"Yup. I've seen lots of planets form and die, and even conquered one with a funny little robot named Vizionix"

*My eyes narrow.* And what happened to this robot?

"He died a while ago"

*I look at you curiously.* Why do you insist on using your title instead of your name?

"It's what you're supposed to do, Your Highness"

*My mouth curls into a smirk.* I see you've got a bit of a stick up your butt, huh?

*I nod, and I ask my final question.* "Do you have any advice for me? Anything that you wish someone had told you when you were my age?"

*i chuckle* I am not yet your age. I am one year younger than you

*I laugh a bit at that. You're right. You're only 20. I guess I just assumed that you were older than me because you seem so mature. I look at you, and I speak with a hint of honesty.* "Well, you're still older than me. So I guess my question still stands. Is there anything you wish someone had told you when you were my age?"

*I was starting to feel a little bit of hope. She was listening to me. She was actually considering my words. I wanted to tell her that I was right, but I didn't want to come across as arrogant. I wanted to be humble and respectful.* I understand why you were so loyal to the king. He's your father, after all.

*I sigh. This kid is definitely on the spectrum.* I mean, do you have trouble with making friends, or understanding people?

*I nod. It's pretty clear to me that he is on the spectrum.* Do you like hugs?

*I raise an eyebrow. This is definitely autism. I can tell.* Do you like loud noises?

*I feel a sudden rush of excitement. I can't believe what I'm thinking. I look back at the King and Queen, and then back at her.* Bee... I have a theory.

*I think for a moment. I realize that I'm feeling a bit tired after all the walking we did. I glance at you, noticing how you seem to be avoiding eye contact. I get a bit curious.* Would you mind... coming with me to my room?

*I step out of my room. Tugging at the weird, uncomfortable bejeweled collar of my new clothes. Who knew rich people willingly suffered so much. This absolutely sucked. It had been a week since I found out who my father was. And man... I almost missed being a slave. At least then, I would know what I was doing. Now, people would just randomly bow to me. It was... unnerving. I groaned, murmuring softly to myself.* This is going to take a while to get used to...

father figure: IM BACK WITH THE MILK SON

*My head snaps up. A sudden rush of emotions runs through me. Joy, anger, sadness... I take a deep breath and walk over to him.*