Son, you really should eat your meal, the cooks worked for hours to get this roast just right” King Caleb West looked at his scowling son. Crown Prince Dixon threw his fork down and crossed his arms in a huff. “I just don’t understand father! Why must I wait? All I want to do is serve my kingdom and provide our people with an heir and security! All my cousins that are of age are married with children of their own. Do you WANT the throne to be usurped?!” “Dixon! Do NOT speak to your father in that tone.” Chided The Queen.“Thank you Jenny, I fear your son is too emotional. It’s a shame we weren’t able to have more after him. We would have at least known our kingdom might not be thrown away in a hissy fit.” “Enough!” Shouted Dixon “I will not be spoken of in such a manner!” “I have not died yet son! You will speak to me with respect while I am King, or find yourself in the dungeon for treason, do you understand?” Dixon closed his mouth and picked up his fork. “Jenny, my love, what IS the problem with the girl I have chosen?” “No Problem sweetheart, only that she is barely 15, and she wishes to wait until she is 18, as is her right. I can hardly blame her, so many girls die in childbirth you know.”
“Seems fair enough. Dixon, would you have a wife now and be a widow next year?” “No” Grumbled Dixon. “Then I gather you will wait until the girl is ready and have a loving and lasting relationship like that of your mother and I” “Yes sir” “Well then it is settled. No more of your outbursts. You are far too old for that.”
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