Alex kept walking.
He was sick of aunty; he was sick of cousin Alfred; he was sick of his father. He was sick of the Royal family in general. He just felt really numb.
"Alex?" Alex heard his mother's voice.
Queen Gemma put her arms on his shoulders.
"Let's take you to the library and we'll have a chat," she said.
"Alex," said his mother, "what uncle Alfred did today was unforgivable but running away like this doesn't look good."
"He poisoned my salad mama. Had my greedy hamster, Loki, not chewed on it first, I would have died."
"I know, and he should be imprisoned for what he has done."
"But he won't be mama. The Royal family will cover it up as they do with all of cousin Alfred's murder attempts. I'm tired mama. I'm going home."
"Yes, I read your letters to your cousin, Analisa, last night. Alex, you cannot leave the palace. I'm sorry, but you can't."
"I can't stay here mama. I'm scared. I want to go home."
"Alex," said his mother. "I understand you're scared and lonely, but you have a duty as heir, you understand? Simsland needs you and they need you to be brave. Can you do that for me?"