A King's Curse

Erling enters the throne room where's there's a line of soldiers holding staffs, at the other end of the room is the king sitting on his throne. Erik is nervously walking next to him biting his nails, when they are close enough, they both go on one knee, not trying to maintain eye contact.

''Brother... I've brought the young prince home.''

''You may stand...''

They both get up.

''Father, I'd like to apolo-''

''Do you know what you've done?!'' His voice echoes through the room.

''No... sir.'' Erik starts sweating and his voice is on a higher pitch.

The king sighs.

''From today forth you aren't allowed to leave your room and the castle, no friends either.''

''But father...''

''Don't dare call me father, I am your majesty to you. Am I clear?''

''Ye- yes, your majesty.''

''You're excused.''

Erling storms off out the room.

''Now brother... you didn't have to treat your son like that.''