Prof's Story--Pallas 13"Prof...Profadeia, what are you staring at?"I looked up at my father nervously, closing the curtain to my room that overlooked the yard and replying, "I'm worried."He chuckled down at me. "And what could a twelve year old be so worried about?" I rocked on my heels, looking away. "Does it have to do with our new prince arriving?"I nodded, knotting my shirt in my small fists.My father sighed and grabbed my hand. He led me to the large cushioned chair in my room and sat down, encouraging me to sit on his lap. I was embarrassed as a child, knowing full well that twelve year olds usually were too big to sit on their father's laps, and yet I was small enough. But I complied, and my father began to rock the chair back and forth before he began."What exactly are you worried about, Profadeia?"I blushed a bit. "What if
What if I'm no good at my job?""Caretaker?""Mmhm.""Profadeia, he's only five years old, he cannot be that intimidating.""It's not that, father! You see,
Poor Little Prince--Pallas 13I'll owe more tears to youThan you'll ever see me pay"Why would you call them back?! You STUPID STUPID BOY!""R-Ren-AHH!---I'm so sorry!"I'll owe more words to youThan you'll ever hear me say"I thought you cared about me, my prince
Please stop. I do, I care for you greatly
. Please stop hurting me!"I wished I'd died that dayRather than watch myself slip awayThe bruises hurtBut rather more
"REN! REN!! STOP PLEASE!"I hate how your fists are so familiar"My poor little prince, why do you hate me so? Don't you want this all to just go away?""
."My bruises healBut they never really go away"
.""Hm?! How dare you, little prince! Calling his name when you know he can do nothing to help you! I am king! You both belong to me!!"I wish you were hereAnd I wish you'd always stay"Stop crying, you fool! It's unsightly!""
."I wish you'd stayI wish the silence wasn't so cold."AUGHHH!!!!!! REN STOOOPP!!"I wish you we