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 Jerred Anderson English I Miss Kitzmiller The King’s Servant

“Wash this Sebastian!” Cook this Sebastian!” Watch my kids Sebastian!” Do this!” Do that!” Blah! Blah! Blah! I can’t this anyone! The injuries I will give him will be very good to my soul. He took my place. Mother and Father wanted to declare me King of Williams Kingdom, but they died right before Father could tell his advisors who he wanted to success him. They just assumed he wanted first born to be King, but they were wrong....DEAD wrong. They also assume I won’t fight for my spot, but they are wrong....DEAD wrong. My name is Sebastian Charles Williams, the rightful heir to the Royal Throne. I am second born, but I’m way better to fit the throne than my ignorant, self-centered, short, fat older brother. His name is Henry Xavier Williams. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing. Henry just thinks he can rule will an iron fist. All he does is sit on his lazy a **and eat his chocolate, that my loving wife makes for him every week. I learned to tolerate him, but enough is enough. This one day really made me mad and it forced me to make my decision. It was on November 17, 1651. I just woke up from my lumpy mattress. I looked at my 7-month pregnant wife and my four kids: Sebastian Jr, Mary, Sally, and Gwen. My selfish brother gave my family a two room stone cabin close to the castle. He said “It would a inconvenience for me to live in the kingdom.” He’s just a liar. He just doesn’t like my family or me. Anyway, as I walked out my cabin I looked at Kingdom. It was repulsing. There was trash everywhere. The aura of the Kingdom was grey like the** “Shut up!” He screamed. “How dare you talk to me that way?” Your punishment will be much more severe than me not including you in the Royal Family.” You have been officially banished from the Williams Kingdom.” I started to shudder. I didn’t think that my cruel brother would have the heart to do something like this. “You won’t even be able to wear the royal Williams last name.” He continued. “How about you take the last name Henderson?” There are a lot of Hendersons in this kingdom.” I got on both of my knees. “Please brother, don’t do this.” I sorry for disrespecting you.” I just spoke out of turn.” Please brother...please!” I pled for mercy. He raised his arms and snapped his finger. “Guards, take him away.” I don’t want to see him ever again.” The metallic guards grabbed both of my arms and they dragged me across the room. “Oh!” If you didn’t notice, your fired too!” He started to laugh and I started to cry. The night came along and my children were asleep. My body still aching from when the guards dragged me across the floor. I didn’t know what to do now. I have a family to support and I was fired from my brother. I rose up from my small cot and walked to a medium sized wooden box. I opened it up and I pulled out a velvet ski mask, and black gloves. I knew what I had to do. My brother had disrespected me for the last time. He humiliated me for the last time. I slipped the mask and the gloves on. I walked to my kitchen and I pulled out a medium-sized knife. I slipped it into my pocket. As I walked to the door I looked at my family because what I was about to do would get me killed. I started walking to my brother’s castle. When I got there, the castle door was locked. I didn’t know how to enter the castle without making a sound. I took out my knife and I entered it into the key hole. I started to jiggle the knife in the hole. After a few minutes of careful knife work, the door finally unlocked. I turned the doorknob carefully and I walk up the staircase to enter the my brother’s bedroom. My heart started to beat rapidly. My hands became clammy and my head started spinning. I finally reached the door. My trembling hand clenched the bedroom door. When I was about to turn the knob, I froze. Just for that one moment I didn’t want to go through with it. Many emotions flew through my mind. I didn’t want to hurt my brother and I then I did want to hurt him. I made my final decision...I turned the doorknob. I crept into the room and the snoring of the couple startled me. I walked to Elizabeth’s side of the bad. I put my hand over top of her mouth and nose. She screamed silently. “Help.....help....help...” The words stopped. “I going to put you in the closet and your not going to make a sound.” If you do, I will kill your son.” Do you understand?” She shook her head. She gently stood up and I escorted her to the closet. I opened up the door and I pushed her into the closet. The first part of my mission was done. My eyes saw another target. My brother Henry. I took out my knife and I walked to my brother’s side of the bed. I was in his face. I took of my knife and I pressed it against his thick neck. His eyes shoot open. “HELP!!” He screamed. “HELP!” I forgot to put my hand across his mouth. I quickly ran to the door and I locked it so the guards won’t enter. BOOM! BOOM! “My king, are you okay?!” The guards screamed from the other side of the door. I turned to my brother and I saw his face. I never saw his look so fragile. He looked like a poor defenseless baby. It still wasn’t going to stopped my plan. I clenched the knife tightly. I walked slowly to his bed. “No!” Please don’t hurt me.” I will give you anything you want.” Money!” Power!” Anything!!” “When I kill you, I will get everything I want.” I disguised my voice. “You disgust me.” The entire kingdom will rejoice after they hear what happened.” I dropped the knife. I took my hand and I gripped his throat. I pulled him to the floor. “Beg.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“What?” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Beg for mercy.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“What did you say?” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Beg for your life.” Just as I begged for mercy, you will beg.” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Who do you think you are?” I am King Henry Williams.” The PROUD King Henry Williams.” I refuse to beg for mercy.” You should be begging!!” The guards continued to bang the door. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“King, please talk to us!” The guards continued to yell. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Goodbye.” I picked up the knife and I put it to my brother’s neck. I grabbed the back of his neck, with the knife still at his neck and I shoved it to the ground. The knife went though his throat. His eyes went slowly to the back of his head. My brother will never know who his killer is.
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> tip of a pencil. It almost makes me cry to see what once was a wonder utopia turn into huge dump. My father worked hard to keep up his kingdom and everything he worked for disappeared when Henry became King. I walked in the castle gates and walked up the steps into I was in the throne room. Every time I walk into the throne room a strange odor hugged my nose. **
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Your 15 seconds late.” My brother smirked. “This will be coming out of your paycheck.” I only get paid 16 gold pieces every two months. Most people who work for my brother get 30 gold pieces a month. He was fat and very round. He lost all his hair from the so called “stress” he gets from the kingdom. “First, I want you to clean the crown room, wash the dishes, dust the furniture, and scrub the ceiling. He liked hearing himself give me orders. It made him feel powerful. **
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“What else do you want me to do?” Walk your royal mutts?” I asked with bitterness on my tongue. **
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Oh yes, be a dear and walk Doodle.” His wife smiled. “He is in his cage and I’m afraid that he made a little mess.” Her name was Elizabeth and she was just as rude as my brother. She had gross and stringy brown hair and eyes darker than coal. **
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Yes ma’am.” But before I start me work, I must ask you a question Henry.” **
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“What is it?” **
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“You may know that my loving wife is pregnant and it is just not enough room in the cabin you supplied us with for my family.” **
 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I suppose your right, but Sebastian you have been late and very rude lately.” Not to mention you continue to ask for so much stuff.” I don’t think you deserve anything from me.” He then started to smile. His yellow teeth disturbed me. “Brother, why do you treat me this way?” Yes, I have been late, but I continue to do all this stupid s **t you make me do!” Mother and Father never treated their loyal servants this way!” Also, I’m tired of working for minimum wage!” I want real money to support my family!” I stopped talking because I saw my brother’s face turn redder than a ripe tomato. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of my brother, but I know some of the punishments he has given to people who disrespect him. “Brother...I.”