Journal of a Prince: Chapter 3
Title:Journal of a Prince
Pairing:Kradam!
Rating:PG-PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Kris Allen or Adam Lambert or any other American Idol person(s) that may appear in this fic.
Kris awkwardly followed his mother. There were a thousand thoughts going through his mind right at the moment. The most prominent one was why his grandfather was dressed like royalty. Maybe he’s some kind of rich loon Kris thought to himself. That would certainly explain the limo, the outfit, and the strange accent. There was no denying that he was related to this man.
His mother was first to sit at the kitchen table, followed by his grandfather, Adam, the limo driver, and Kris was last. He neatly folded his hands on his lap and stared at his mother. The only small comfort he felt at this moment was having his best friend there.
“I don’t really don’t know how to begin to tell you this honey…”His mother started, only to be cut of by his grandfather.
“You mean you haven’t told him anything of his father?” Kris’ grandfather asked with disgust barely disguised in his voice. “I shall fill him in then, since you are incapable of such a menial task.”
Kris could only stare at the man in shock. His father had never been so cold to anyone, not even to those he hated. Kris liked to think he took back after his father a little. But after seeing his grandfather in action…he wasn’t too sure if he could be proud of that little fact.
“I am King Simon Cowell of Geneva. You are indeed my grandson and right now…the sole heir to the throne.” The king gave Kris an intense glare.
Kris just blinked at the man. “What?” He asked in a dazed voice.
Simon let out a sigh of exasperation. “You’re my son’s son, and since my son is dead…you are next in line for the throne.”
“No way! I don’t know anything about how to be a prince or a king! There’s no way I’m going to be able to do this.” Kris complained.
“You have no choice. I will not have my country fall into the hands of insipid fools who do can not even rule over their own houses. You are my only choice and I will have no one else.” Simon glared at Kris.
Kris glared right now. There was no way this old coot was going to make him change his mind. “There’s no way. I have a life here and a future ahead of me! I’m not going to change it for people I don’t even know!” Kris yelled.
Simon raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think your father would appreciate you talking about your people like that. They are your people as well. You have a responsibility to step and take what is rightfully yours.”
Kris turned his huge brown eyes to his mother. “Mom please tell me this isn’t true! Please tell me that my grandfather is just a crazy old man with a crap load of money that he doesn’t know what to do with and spends his free time pretending to be a king!”
“I’m sorry Kris.” Adam interrupted. “But he’s right. You remember that my dad used to be an ambassador to foreign countries? Well…Geneva was one of them. And my dad became friends with yours. They were really close until your dad died.”
Kris looked at Adam with shock written all over his face. “You knew?”
Adam had guilt showing on his face. “Yeah…but your mom made me promise not to tell you. She told me that she was gonna tell you when she thought you were ready. I’m sorry Kris.” Adam reached his hand out for Kris', but Kris flinched away. Adam retracted his arm and just looked down at his shoes.
“You honestly didn’t think to tell me before this? Before I made plans for the rest of my life?”
“I never thought you would have to face this. I thought that Simon would have had another kid by now…and therefore you would be able to forfeit the throne…but that isn’t the case now honey. You have to help your people.” Kris’ mom answered in a small voice.
“But still mom! There’s always an off chance that things don’t go as planned…you could’ve at least given me a heads up! That would have been greatly appreciated.” Kris shot back.
“I know you’re upset…but at least think about it. The other people who would ascend the throne would destroy Geneva within weeks. I want someone that I know will care for the people take over. If you wish…we can discuss this over lunch tomorrow. You don’t have to make a decision right now. We still have time as I won’t retire until you graduate college.” Simon said, staring at Kris.
“And what if I spend the rest of my life in college?” Kris answered petulantly.
“Then I would die and the greedy fools would take over and the country would be ruined. I’m taking my leave right now. Expect me to pick you up from school tomorrow around noon.” With that, Simon rose and strode out the door, his limo driver not too far behind him.
Kris could stare after the man. He was going to pick him up from school? That would be a total disaster! But Simon was in such control of himself that he seemed like a robot. But he held such compassion for his people. Is that what being a king meant? Being so cold to those close to you while you fight for complete strangers? Kris didn’t really know the answer.
“Kris, Allison won’t be joining us tonight. I told we had very important company coming over. But…I still made the pepperoni rolls and I can make the mac n’ cheese that goes with it. If you want to that is.” His mother tested the waters.
“Yeah mom…me and Adam are kinda hungry. Do you mind if we go talk upstairs?”
His mother shook her head no. Kris grabbed Adam’s arm and practically drug him up the stairs. There was no way he was letting Lambert go without getting some answers.
Pairing:Kradam!
Rating:PG-PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Kris Allen or Adam Lambert or any other American Idol person(s) that may appear in this fic.
Kris awkwardly followed his mother. There were a thousand thoughts going through his mind right at the moment. The most prominent one was why his grandfather was dressed like royalty. Maybe he’s some kind of rich loon Kris thought to himself. That would certainly explain the limo, the outfit, and the strange accent. There was no denying that he was related to this man.
His mother was first to sit at the kitchen table, followed by his grandfather, Adam, the limo driver, and Kris was last. He neatly folded his hands on his lap and stared at his mother. The only small comfort he felt at this moment was having his best friend there.
“I don’t really don’t know how to begin to tell you this honey…”His mother started, only to be cut of by his grandfather.
“You mean you haven’t told him anything of his father?” Kris’ grandfather asked with disgust barely disguised in his voice. “I shall fill him in then, since you are incapable of such a menial task.”
Kris could only stare at the man in shock. His father had never been so cold to anyone, not even to those he hated. Kris liked to think he took back after his father a little. But after seeing his grandfather in action…he wasn’t too sure if he could be proud of that little fact.
“I am King Simon Cowell of Geneva. You are indeed my grandson and right now…the sole heir to the throne.” The king gave Kris an intense glare.
Kris just blinked at the man. “What?” He asked in a dazed voice.
Simon let out a sigh of exasperation. “You’re my son’s son, and since my son is dead…you are next in line for the throne.”
“No way! I don’t know anything about how to be a prince or a king! There’s no way I’m going to be able to do this.” Kris complained.
“You have no choice. I will not have my country fall into the hands of insipid fools who do can not even rule over their own houses. You are my only choice and I will have no one else.” Simon glared at Kris.
Kris glared right now. There was no way this old coot was going to make him change his mind. “There’s no way. I have a life here and a future ahead of me! I’m not going to change it for people I don’t even know!” Kris yelled.
Simon raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think your father would appreciate you talking about your people like that. They are your people as well. You have a responsibility to step and take what is rightfully yours.”
Kris turned his huge brown eyes to his mother. “Mom please tell me this isn’t true! Please tell me that my grandfather is just a crazy old man with a crap load of money that he doesn’t know what to do with and spends his free time pretending to be a king!”
“I’m sorry Kris.” Adam interrupted. “But he’s right. You remember that my dad used to be an ambassador to foreign countries? Well…Geneva was one of them. And my dad became friends with yours. They were really close until your dad died.”
Kris looked at Adam with shock written all over his face. “You knew?”
Adam had guilt showing on his face. “Yeah…but your mom made me promise not to tell you. She told me that she was gonna tell you when she thought you were ready. I’m sorry Kris.” Adam reached his hand out for Kris', but Kris flinched away. Adam retracted his arm and just looked down at his shoes.
“You honestly didn’t think to tell me before this? Before I made plans for the rest of my life?”
“I never thought you would have to face this. I thought that Simon would have had another kid by now…and therefore you would be able to forfeit the throne…but that isn’t the case now honey. You have to help your people.” Kris’ mom answered in a small voice.
“But still mom! There’s always an off chance that things don’t go as planned…you could’ve at least given me a heads up! That would have been greatly appreciated.” Kris shot back.
“I know you’re upset…but at least think about it. The other people who would ascend the throne would destroy Geneva within weeks. I want someone that I know will care for the people take over. If you wish…we can discuss this over lunch tomorrow. You don’t have to make a decision right now. We still have time as I won’t retire until you graduate college.” Simon said, staring at Kris.
“And what if I spend the rest of my life in college?” Kris answered petulantly.
“Then I would die and the greedy fools would take over and the country would be ruined. I’m taking my leave right now. Expect me to pick you up from school tomorrow around noon.” With that, Simon rose and strode out the door, his limo driver not too far behind him.
Kris could stare after the man. He was going to pick him up from school? That would be a total disaster! But Simon was in such control of himself that he seemed like a robot. But he held such compassion for his people. Is that what being a king meant? Being so cold to those close to you while you fight for complete strangers? Kris didn’t really know the answer.
“Kris, Allison won’t be joining us tonight. I told we had very important company coming over. But…I still made the pepperoni rolls and I can make the mac n’ cheese that goes with it. If you want to that is.” His mother tested the waters.
“Yeah mom…me and Adam are kinda hungry. Do you mind if we go talk upstairs?”
His mother shook her head no. Kris grabbed Adam’s arm and practically drug him up the stairs. There was no way he was letting Lambert go without getting some answers.