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Prince Micheal had to get married. To a princess or other female royalty. Had to.
No matter how much he pleaded to his mother and father to appeal their decision, they maintained their stance that a young man should not become King without having wed. His father chastised him frequently for not being "man enough" to find a suitable wife on his own.
They had made him swear to marry before the age of 21, at nearly five years old. He remembered that when he swore it, he had chocolate all over his face.
The main reason he had to promise this was what had occured the morning of his Nana's birthday. While he slipped away from his nanny, he crept into the kitchen to find something to eat.
In a stroke of pure luck, he had ended up with the cake, unsupervised.
After the Head Baker found him nearly unconscious with half of the cake eaten, bloated like a ball, he was both forbidden in the kitchen and pulled by his parents to marry as early as possible as his father believed "only a woman could fix their troublesome son"
Unfortunately for them, Micheal had no plans to uphold his forced promise, and to protest them he signed himself onto various ships and began handling his life at sea.
Much to Prince Micheal's dismay, when the Queen decided she was fed up with his inability to wed when his birthday was less than a month away , she decided to host a royal ball to find a girl suitable for her only son.
And that is where the story begins.
~~~~~In the Wheeler Family Castle~~~~~
"Mother, there's practically nothing that fits me anymore in here!" Mike yelled over his shoulder before he started tossing around more clothes on the floor of his large dressing room, trying to find something that would match him well.
"Well Dear, you have been gone for quite some while." She suggested.
Karen walked up to him with her heels clacking on the wood floors. "Oh goodness, this is a mess. Micheal, could you please attempt folding these clothes neatly once you are finished?"
He turned and faced her with a look. "Mother, none of these clothes fit me!" He gestured towards a few on his arm, stepping down from the ladder he was on. "These are the only ones that fit! And they're from father, mind you."
"Honey, your father does wish the best for you." She patted his shoulder sympathetically.
Mike scoffed with disdain and turned back around, dropping the clothes on a shelf and hopping the rest of the way off a ladder. "It's in three days. How am I even going to show up if i have nothing to wear?
An idea popped into Mike's head. "Oh woe, if I dont have anything good to wear, I can't even attend! Too bad... I guess I can't come."
Karen rolled her eyes at him. "Get any more dramatic and you will be one of the princesses at the ball."
Mike smirked. "I'd rather talk to someone just like me than any princess."
Karen passed him a warning glance and folded her arms. "Keep saying that and you'll get your wish, Micheal."
"Fine, fine" He put up his arms in surrender. "I just wont say it, but i dont have to say it. It goes without saying."
Karen sighed. "You're sounding like a riddlekeeper. Anyways, you will be going, because as soon at I sent for you home, I commissioned a suit made for you. They took your measurements when you got home, and i suspect you will quite like it."
"So that's what that was for." Mike grimaced and started to trudge back to his room.
"Wait! Micheal."
His mother started briskly walking towards him and put her hand on his arm, and smiled at him when he turned around.
"Please eat more at dinner tonight. You're starting to look like a spider."