Zariah and Nathaniel were in the corridor of their highschool, Zariah was complaining constantly about her test.

"What's the point of this education when I am not going to use it? I hate putting too much pressure on my mind. It makes my head spin." She whined, leaning over his shoulder, shutting her book.

"And why are you studying? You are literally a king." She asked, looking up at him, engrossed in his book as if nothing else existed.

"I don't want to become a King. I want to become a surgeon. It's my dream." He replied nonchalantly, flipping the page because nothing but those words intrigued his heart.

"You...