Back To Russia

( Clayton's pov )

The ride seems to take forever. And I already miss Lucy so much. I recall watching her disappear in the distance. My heart aches. I want another hug, or kiss, or something. The carriage stops. I get out and get escorted back to my old room. Wow. My old room. Russia doesn't feel quite like home anymore. I bet if Lucy was here, it would be like home again. My mom comes and gets me. We see each other and she just starts to cry. So I hold her. Soon after my dad walks in and tells us to follow. We walk to the infirmary, and my brother looks barely alive. He is pale as ever. Much worse looking than Lucy ever was. My father takes me aside.

" Listen son. If your Liam dies," he pauses, looks over at him, and then continues, " I could take over as king, but only until you're coronated."

This takes me aback. I would have to become king.

I could never be with Lucy.