(~lalala~my non-existent life's going terribly. I dont even know what is happening right now so I thought I'd sing it~)
(I think I've faced it now...he's going to do it. He's broken. Who wouldn't be. Who wouldn't be when the people who are supposed to be your very family do this to you?)
(Unfortunately, that's Alex's reality now. And also mine as a hopeless observer who couldnt do anything to stop things from going this bad...)
(Oh well. What to do now? We've already gone bad and spoilt milk can never become pure again~)
The royal palace was unusually quiet that afternoon. The air seemed thick with anticipation, as if the very walls of the castle were holding their breath, waiting for something monumental to happen. Alex stood before the grand doors of the throne room, his mind as calm and empty as the stone floor beneath his feet. His reflection in the polished marble was a sharp contrast to the boy he had been only months ago. His face—once soft and childish—was now a chiseled mask of cold precision. His eyes were sharp, almost predatory, as he gazed at the throne, knowing that soon, it would be his. (Yes Alex. Its already yours, just show yourself now...crush them)
He had waited long enough. (painfully enough). Now, he would claim what was rightfully his.
When the doors to the throne room opened, the scene inside was nothing short of ceremonial—his father, King Gregory Foyer, was seated on the high throne, the weight of his years showing in the wrinkles beneath his eyes, the silver strands of hair that had overtaken his once-dark mane. His mother, Queen Vivienne, stood beside him, a silent, calculating presence, always composed, always in control. (Oh dear, you're all going to lose it all---your control, I mean~)
But today, there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes as they turned to Alex. The boy who had once been nothing but a joke—squandering his time on trivialities, demanding indulgences, leeching off his family's wealth—was no longer a boy. He was a man. (What did you expect? You expected him to be the same after going through the hell you all prepared? I'm sure you all are a bunch of maniacs doing this to your own family)
A king. (Not the otaku prince he was. But a king. In every sense)
Alex's footsteps echoed through the vast hall as he approached the throne. Each step was measured, deliberate. His once sluggish gait was now confident, purposeful. There was no hesitation in his stride. His body—sculpted and defined—radiated power. He was no longer the Piggy Prince who waddled from room to room in a haze of snacks and anime marathons. He was a force of nature. (A force of insanity. A force of its own. A force that's going to ruin all of your plans...)
His parents watched in stunned silence as he approached. His father, King Gregory, looked at him with an unreadable expression—half disbelief, half concern. (Disbelief? Concern? You all should go and become actors. How can you be incredulous to this?) Queen Vivienne's face was a mask of cold perfection, but even she couldn't hide the flicker of shock in her eyes.(Did you really expect him to break and bend to your will?)
Alex stopped a few paces away from them, his gaze unwavering. For the first time in his life, he was looking them in the eye—not with fear, but with something far more dangerous: control.
(Well done, Alex. You've become a monster as they wanted. But not a monster that's tamed. But a monster who's fiercely independent and above humans. The king of monsters)
"I want the throne," Alex said, his voice low, but carrying the weight of command. (Yes, the throne. That wretched thing that caused him so much hurt.)
King Gregory blinked, as if unsure he had heard correctly. His mind flashed back to the boy who had once been a helpless, gluttonous child, incapable of anything more than self-indulgence. The child who could barely speak a sentence without whining, who never once showed any interest in the kingdom's matters. The boy who had failed every royal exam, every military simulation, every diplomatic test. (Idiot, that might've been true an year ago. But not now. Why don't you see for yourself?)
This boy—this man—was asking for the throne. (How cruel, why don't you think of him as your son? Is he just another human to you?)
"You... what?" King Gregory's voice was shaky, as though he were trying to process the impossible. (It stopped being impossible once you broke him. You're sorely wrong)
"I want to take the throne," Alex repeated, his tone calm but unyielding. "I am the heir. It's my birthright. You've put off your retirement for long enough. You're too old to rule. It's time for me to take over." (Retire old man, take responsibility for your words)
His words were direct, unapologetic. There was no pleading, no hesitation. He wasn't asking for permission. He was asserting a claim. (Undisputed claim at that.)
The shock that had overtaken his father seemed to settle deeper, as the weight of Alex's words hung in the air. Queen Vivienne, ever the stoic matriarch, kept her gaze fixed on her son, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—an emotion that Alex had never seen in her before. Was it pride? Fear? Regret? (Its too late to feel regret now; regret is for losers and fear is for the weak)
"You think you're ready?" Queen Vivienne asked, her voice cold but laced with disbelief. (My question is, are you ready to see what he's truly capable of?)
Alex met her gaze without flinching. "I'm more than ready. I've already learned everything you and the others could teach me. I've surpassed all of you." His words were not meant to provoke; they were simple fact. There was no arrogance, no boastfulness in his tone—just the stark truth. (Well spoken. You deserve this. You deserve to cause every ounce of pain and more of the pain they caused you. )
King Gregory looked at his wife, then back at his son, as if searching for something—anything—of the boy he had once known. But the boy he had known was gone, replaced by this... stranger. This king. (This insane monster you all made him.)
"I never thought..." King Gregory's voice trailed off, his hands gripping the armrests of the throne as though the weight of the moment was too much to bear. "I never thought you would ask for it. I thought you would resist until the end, like you always have." (Unfortunately, for you, that Alex no longer exists.)
Alex stepped closer, his eyes hardening. "I've had enough of being your puppet. Enough of leeching off my siblings, off you. It's time for the kingdom to have a real ruler. Someone who understands power. Who understands what it takes to rule." (You understand it more than that geezer who's the king...for now)
There was silence in the room. His parents stared at him, their faces a mixture of awe and horror. They had pushed him, broken him, tortured him—and in doing so, they had created something far more dangerous than they had ever anticipated.
And then, in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, King Gregory stood up. Slowly. Hesitantly. The weight of his decision pressing down on him.
"I never wanted this for you," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "But... but I can't deny it. You've proven me wrong. You've proven all of us wrong." (An undeserved kudos to you, now abdicate old man)
Queen Vivienne finally spoke, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "You've become something... I didn't think was possible. But you're still my son. And if this is what you truly want..." She paused, her gaze softening, just slightly. "Then I won't stop you."
Alex's lips curled into a grim smile. "Thank you."
King Gregory, with the weight of years spent ruling, placed his hand on Alex's shoulder. "I may not have been the father you wanted," he said, his voice steady but filled with an unspoken sadness. "But you're the king this kingdom needs. Just... don't forget where you came from. Remember what it costs to hold power."
Alex nodded, his expression hardening again. "I won't forget." (He will never forget)
And with that, the decision was made. (The decision that will change everything)
The throne was now Alex's to claim. His parents, in their shock, in their sadness, were no longer obstacles. They had given him what he wanted, and in doing so, they had unknowingly set him free (to enact his revenge).
The kingdom would tremble beneath his rule, not from weakness, but from the cold, calculated power he now held in his hands.
And there was no going back.
(Fear not, Alex. You have gained what you deserve. And you will enact the very vengeance that you broke for. )
(And this non-existent being will be behind you, cheering you on.)
(For the ones who need a reality check of the consequences of their actions are due)
(And you should never falter to their tears, because they have already stabbed you in the back a million times and are undeserving of your mercy. Other than me.)
(But I don't exist.)