(You’re Thirteen Colonies)

You were fighting with your dad Britain, again. Over the same thing as always. Not wanting to be the king. You just want to live your own life and make your own decisions but Britain has a different idea for you.

“Please father, i don’t want to do it, why can’t BNA be the first in line instead!? He actually wants to do it!” you plead with him

“Because your younger brother isn’t mature enough and you know that, plus, thats not how it works.” He says in responce.

“But-“

“No buts, go to your room and cool off, come back later when you’ve had a change of heart.” He turns away

“Fine.” You walk to your room through the castle halls, opening the door and walking in, opening the window and sitting beside it.