I wish I hadn’t woken up. I had dreaded this day ever since I remember. It’s 6 AM and I’m unfortunately breathing. I look through from my window at the unobstructed sun that’s slowly rising and writing my fate.
I pull myself from the bed and walk towards the window and open it. The fresh breeze, the neatly lined houses that are yellow in color, cobblestone streets, cornfields, the sea, the sun behind it, everything is bliss to look at. But even that isn’t cheering me up.
I look down and I see people crowding before the hill where my house is situated. All the people are dressed in yellow, from a young baby to an adult in a wheelchair. It looks like a yellow sea in front of my eyes. Cars are parked neatly and doors across the city are shut.
People have balloons with them, confetti with them, and there are huge hot air balloons with my face, that is tethered to the ground. The road that leads to my house is filled with flowers. The flowers are emanating a scent that is bringing joy to every individual, except me.
What’s happening in the city, you ask? I’m being coronated. In a few hours, I will officially be Prince Stryko of the Fae Dynasty. And the problem is, I don’t want to be a Prince. I want to be Stryko.
The Fae Kingdom has been around for almost 1000 years. It has never fallen until now, and it is not that I’m scared that it would fall under my rule. It is that I have never lived my life, until now. Every person has a dream after he’s born. He strives to achieve that. I was forced with that dream ever since I was conceived and I cannot escape it.
My dad, King Draco, is one of the most revered Kings of my Kingdom. He became a King when he was just 18 years old and has been ruling the Kingdom for almost 30 years now. In the 16 years that I had been with him, my actions have only evoked one response from him:
You’re becoming a King. A King should act responsibly.
But why would somebody coronate a person who isn’t interested than someone in the Kingdom who actually wants to be a King? Hence, Nepotism is the word I have hated the most in my life.
With a train of thoughts in my mind and eyes full of tears, I see those people climbing the hill to the Royal Faelace, as our Palace is officially called. Everybody looks joyous and happy. There are celebrations in every nook and corner as far as my eyes could see. But nobody knows that their Crown Prince isn’t happy with it. What wouldn’t I give to be born as a normal person? Why was I even born? A million sperms and yet the Universe wanted me to be born. I’ve not been able to handle this and have been contemplating suicide. But when a Prince commits suicide, it brings shame to the Kingdom. There you go. I can’t even have the freedom with my own life.
While all that was running in my mind, the door in my room opened. I quickly wiped my tears off and put on a smile. I’ve mastered that in the last decade. I turned around to see my mom looking as elegant as ever.
‘Stryko, I see a million suns in your face. You have been a responsible boy all these years. You should bring pride to your father’
‘Sure ma. I was waiting to be coronated. I can’t wait to bring prosperity to the Kingdom’
‘Get ready. You will have a flower bath soon. The ceremony will begin at 8’
As she left and pulled the door behind her, I turned around to watch the people walking over the scented flowers and queuing in a line to see their newly coronated Prince. There were a few children about 7-8 years old, who were throwing flowers at each other. I kept staring at them, with tears running down my cheeks. I wasn’t even given an opportunity to do that in my life.
I’m not going to blame my father. He never deprived me of anything. I asked for a dog, and I got ten instead. My dad even bought an Aibo for me that’s currently dismantled. I asked for a car, I got a Rolls Royce. I asked for a toy airplane, and I got one made by Airbus and also a private jet with my face in the tail. If you’d like some detail, well it is an Airbus A350. It has a lot of arcade games, has a small football cage, and even has a Jacuzzi which activates when the flight is in cruise and will be equipped with a gym too. I once asked my Dad to take me to New York and got dinner at the White House later in Washington.
My peers get jealous of me because, at 16, I’m worth 1.4 billion US Dollars. When I become the King, I will become the richest monarch in the World. So, people outside the hills pray to Gods to be born as a Prince/Princess of the Fae Kingdom. You could easily find thousands of babies named Stryko as soon as I become the King. But I have broken traditions too.
In fact, I was the first person in my entire Kingdom to go to school. Usually, the Prince/Princess of the Fae Dynasty was taught in the Royal Nursery inside the Faelace. We are taught common subjects and never had to worry about board exams. Because one day, we will be the rulers of this vast Kingdom and the Royals do not need to be tested. The notion is that they are born with greatness, except that they are not!
My great-grandfather, who had a love for acting, was cast in many films as the lead, although most bombed in the box office across the world, except in the Fae Kingdom. The most popular work of his was ‘Faentastic Beasts: The story of all the animals in the Fae Kingdom’. My aunt has a clothing chain called ‘Faeshion’ which is the official manufacturer of all the garments worn by the aristocrats and the state. It is mostly substandard. My cousin started a tech company and created a Social Media platform called ‘Faecebook’.
But I never wanted to misuse my Royal Title for my benefit. I wanted to chase a dream. I wanted to become a pilot or an astronaut. I wanted to be a normal boy with friends and a dream. Not a Royal who can achieve greatness because of my heritage. So, when I turned five, I asked my dad to put me in a school. I didn’t like the nursery. I was the only person in the nursery and I wanted to be friends with people. My dad readily accepted and I was admitted to the school, the very next day. Although I was excited, I didn’t realize that the nursery and the school were the same after all. It all struck me when I turned 11.
While every boy and girl wore a uniform, I was never given one. I would show up in haute couture ‘Faeshion’ dresses, while the boys and girls wore uniforms given by the school. I always sat alone on a ‘Golden couch’ while my peers sat in wooden benches. I was never given any sort of punishment and I even had a right to speak inside my school’s library! No teacher would leave the room without addressing me and I was always called the ‘Prince’ and never with my name. The officials from ‘Faentagon’ – The Secret Service of our Kingdom would always watch over me and sat behind me. My father built a special canteen in the school to serve me food and snacks. This was to stop me from eating unhealthy foods. My school gave out ‘Faevorite’ student badges for students who scored well in their exams. Although I knew I flunked most of them, I was never seen without that badge.
Having been in the school for so long, I do not know the names of most people in my class, and never was a part of their little mischiefs. I, however, knew most of them were named Draco in honor of my father.
I have even tried to talk to a few, but they would fall in my feet and seek blessings. It was mandated to all the students in my school, even if they were many years my senior. I was never given homework, never allowed to run in the hot sun, and found my place in the school Tennis team without trials. Even if the opponent wins, they surrender the victory to my name. Prince Stryko was the exceptional student to the Kingdom, but a worthless piece of shit to his own.
Like every teenager, I even fell in love with a girl. Her name was Dia. She’s also one among those who are standing in the queue to see me getting coronated. But I couldn’t even talk with her. How would you like it if the girl you love fall in your feet and seek blessings whenever you approach her? In fact, we are barred from marrying anyone but a Royal. It’s a custom, my approval does not stand. I even have the right to marry multiple Royals, but I can’t marry somebody whom I actually like.
But for once, I decided to breach. I wanted to be radical, and not stick to olden customs written thousands of years ago. The only leverage I found useful was that I can access the school’s data. I thus decided to use my power and found her mobile number. I went home and saved her number on my phone. She was the only contact on my phone who wasn’t a Royal.
After fighting with myself for a few hours, I mustered up the courage and decided to text her. I wanted to show her my sense of humor, perhaps the first time I was showcasing that quality, and sent her this:
‘Hey Dia, Vintage Cars and I have something in common. We find it difficult to start 😀 I haven’t spoken much with people and I don’t know what to say. Waiting to hear from you’
The tone of the message could easily give me away. But I did send the message and through the entire night, I was anxiously checking if I had received a response. But I didn’t and I felt like a complete failure. Self-doubts within me kept mounting with every passing second.
The next morning, the Faentagon had come to receive me. When I got on board, the Faentagon showed me the message. It then struck me that all my messages are passed through the Faentagon and the responses are received by them too.
‘I can’t believe this. Let’s go out sometime’ is what she had sent.
The Faentagon advised me that their protocol doesn’t allow me to meet strangers outside the Faelace. And common men were not allowed in the Faelace as well.
I just couldn’t look her in the eyes that day and all I wanted was to take my own life. Why did I have to live a life for the benefit of others? She was disturbing me too much that I decided to stop going to the school and my parents assumed that I wanted to put my focus on Royal duties.
So, there you go. I’m an hour away from going through years of torture, and I’m still in a dilemma to either bite the bullet or to pass away peacefully. I could also see my coffin lying outside the Faelace – The Faelenquin. There will be a procession the entire day and the citizens will dance and perform for me on the roads as I walk through the city masking my feelings.
I took a flower bath and stood in front of my diamond mirror crying about the life I’ve had. It was like preparing for your own death. I’ve begun hating this universe, more than ever. People should be left to live their own lives and chase their own destiny. They should never be allowed to live a forced life. Any Prince or Princess before me would have been happy. Why not? You’re bound to unlimited riches the moment you’re coronated. But can money buy happiness? I guess not.
I wore my gem-studded dress and presented myself to the King’s seat. I could hear the firecrackers outside the Faelace and people in the Royal Room were throwing flowers at me, as I was crowned. I knew I was smiling, but I was unable to capture the environment. My mind had gone numb. My body was working on its own and pulled me to the Faelenquin and as soon as I got in, the city erupted with joy.
I put on a fake smile, waving at the citizens, while I was crying within me. I was protesting with my teary glands and my throat had gone heavy. But I was still putting on a smile. My fate was sealed. Nobody asked me what I wanted. None cared about my feelings.
When the Sun’s rays penetrated through my window the next morning, I woke up numb. I knew this will be my life forever. I made no choices to fight within me, as I didn’t have the energy to. As a custom to bring joy in the city, the Prince gets to pardon prisoners who have shown enormous spirit. It was my turn to pardon them today and along with Faentagon, I went to the Central Correction Center.
While I did pardon many, I was curious about one prisoner. He was about my age. He was arrested on account of helping his father to steal money for his family. Although he was just handling it, the Royal Court decided to arrest him as well. Our Faenal Codes are very strict. He was to serve for four more years, but I pardoned him. He thanked me, and scurried out of my vision.
Few years passed.
I pulled out of my bed and saw the flowers, balloons, people, cars, outside. It was my sister’s coronation as the Princess of the Fae Kingdom. There were celebrations of the like once again. I took out my telescope which I bought to give some reality to the dream of becoming an astronaut. While I normally gazed at the sky, I used it to peer into the city. I was looking at all the meticulous planning done by my family. I kept turning my telescope around until my eyes caught something near the cornfields. At the bus stop, I saw the prisoner I had pardoned. He was wearing a casual dress and had a backpack. I didn’t move my telescope and kept looking at him. He took out his wallet and was doing something. I don’t think he had enough money. But maybe he was determined to move out and explore his life.
As the bus stopped and crossed the place, he was missing. It then struck me that in fact, I was the prisoner all these years in my invisible golden handcuffs. The only difference is that my prison looks luxurious. I have never had the freedom to choose what I liked. I never had a social life and confined to the palace grounds. I might even be the richest prisoner in the world. I wish somebody could pardon me.
I did realize something. Do people become a prisoner of their dream or their destiny? Some have dreams but their destiny prisons them. Some have a destiny, but their dream prisons them. Where do I fall? Would I be happier as a King, or would I have achieved happiness chasing my dream? There is so much to muse while I am destined to spend the rest of my life in this Palace Prison!