*Gene*

“These fucking incompetent people!” I holler, speaking to no one in particular except myself. Not a Goddess-damn one of these imbeciles I call servants can tell me where the fuck Alpha Tristan is in this blasted place. It’s my own damn palace; people should be bowing to me, not to that idiot! I need to find him now to transfer power officially so that I can take control again. 

This kingdom is mine, and mine alone!

“You!” I scream at the nearest butler, and the weak-minded little moron nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Y—yes, y—Your Majesty?” he mumbles. 

“That’s right, I’m Your Majesty, not that idiot Tristan,” I...