#misspelt

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For most teenagers, their birthday was a day for relaxation - a day where they could forget their responsibilities and do whatever they liked, with no protest from their parents. But for kings-to-be, duty always had to come first, and so Tedros wasn’t surprised to find himself awake at five o’ clock on the morning of his sixteenth birthday, perched uncomfortably on his father’s throne while the royal artist tried to capture his likeness. As his father was fond of saying: “kings don’t take holidays!”. King Arthur had many such phrases he’d spout whenever he thought Tedros wasn’t taking his duty seriously - which was often. In the months leading up to Tedros’s sixteenth birthday, he’d only got worse, to the point where Tedros could spout kingly catchphrases in his sleep. Of course, Tedros knew why his father was worried - on July the 31st, one month after he turned sixteen, Tedros would be crowned king of the United States of Camelot, and it was vital he take his job seriously. But sometimes Tedros wished his father would just let him make his own decisions, instead of scrutinizing every little thing he did...

“Stop fidgeting!” scolded the royal artist, his moustache quivering like a rodent. Tedros realised he’d been scratching his nose, a habit of his when in deep thought.

"Sorry." Tedros mumbled, dropping his hand to his lap.

"Terrible posture, too." The artist muttered, shaking his head. "What would your father say-"

"What would I say about what?" Came a booming voice from the doorway.

The painter gasped comically and shot to his feet as King Arthur strode into the room, his wife on his arm. "Your Majesties!" He gasped, sweeping into a bow so low his nose touched the floor. The king patted him on the back, knocking him over. (Despite his curse having been broken, the king had still retained some of his strength from his days as the Beast - it made for some awkward handshakes) Guinevere helped the painter back to his feet with an apologetic smile, before making her way over to her son.

“Happy birthday, love.” she beamed, kissing the top of his head - which was no easy feat, as Tedros took after his father in stature, and the queen was a petite woman. But where he’d inherited his father’s height, his personality was more akin to his mother’s: where his father was bold and brave, she was more quiet and thoughtful, but with a sharp wit and an open friendliness that made her very popular with her people. (Though of course Tedros would never admit to sharing those traits) He’d inherited some of his mother’s looks, too; he had her snub nose and warm blue eyes, though hers were wrinkled at the edges - of course, this only served to make her look lovelier. Even with a few more laugh lines and grey hairs, the queen was nothing if not graceful.

“I can’t believe you’re sixteen already.” she said with a wistful smile, ruffling his sandy hair. “My boy...it feels like just yesterday I could pick you up with one hand!”

“And now he’s about to become king of Camelot!” said Arthur, sweeping his wife off her feet and kissing her. Tedros mimed throwing up, and Guinevere laughed, eyes twinkling.

This was going to be a Tagatha Descendants AU where I gave Ben/Tedros actual character development but then I got creative burnout and scrapped it. I haven’t actually read this since I scrapped it though, and it’s actually quite good...

Maybe...maybe I’ll pick it up again...

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