  I poked her nose to prevent her from being sad. &quot;Don t think about it. They do deserve it, after all.&quot; 
  She nodded. &quot;You have a point there. The people were the ones who put your parents there. If they had a monarch they don t like, civil war is a possibility.&quot; 
  &quot;You re quite smart, Laura. How do you know that a civil war will happen?&quot; I answered, looking at her with an expression of shock and confusion. 
  Her eyes widened for a while and she stayed quiet for a few seconds. &quot;Well… from hearing stories from Grandpa Ben, he said that usually happens when the people aren t satisfied with the current monarch,&quot; she explained. 
  I smirked. &quot;Grandpa Ben must ve worked for a royal family before, huh?&quot; 
  &quot;He did work for a rich family who acted like royalty,&quot; she quickly answered. 
  &quot;Really?&quot; I asked in enthusiasm. &q

  Rushing towards the door, I think the guards sensed my anger as they quickly blocked the door.
  &quot;Let me in,&quot; I ordered.
  &quot;Your Highness, His Majesty is--&quot;
  &quot;I don t care whatever he s doing right now. Let me in!&quot; I shouted, not caring even if my voice is heard throughout the castle.
  I heard one of the lords inside say, &quot;Is that your son, Your Majesty?&quot;
  I looked at the guards and they were confused, absolutely having no clue what to do.
  &quot;Are you going to open the door or are you going to wait for me to explode and have you both sent to the dungeon?&quot; I threatened.
  They quickly removed their spears, giving me a way to barge into the study. The lords and James suddenly looked in my direction as the doors swung open and hit the wall behind them.
  &quot;Robert,&quot; was all that James could utter at the very sight of me.
  &quot;

  Minutes later, I finally arrived in front of the bakery. There, I found Grandpa Ben smoking his pipe, sitting comfortably on the bench by the window, his legs crossed.
  I went down Lady and pulled her to the side. &quot;Good morning, Grandpa Ben,&quot; I greeted, walking towards him with a smile.
  He looked up, snapping out from staring into nothing. &quot;Oh, good morning, dear boy,&quot; he said cheerfully. &quot;How are you doing?&quot; he engulfed me in a warm hug after standing up.
  &quot;I m quite well, Grandpa Ben. How about you?&quot;
  &quot;Well, as you can see, I finally found myself some time to enjoy a smoke,&quot; he replied, showing off his, what it seems like, antique pipe. He moved it closer to me, &quot;Do you want to try?&quot;
  &quot;No, thank you, Grandpa Ben. I don t do that,&quot; I politely refused. &quot;Also, I tasted the pie when I got back.&quot;
  &quot

I poked her nose to prevent her from being sad. &quot;Don t think about it. They do deserve it, after all.&quot; 
  She nodded. &quot;You have a point there. The people were the ones who put your parents there. If they had a monarch they don t like, civil war is a possibility.&quot; 
  &quot;You re quite smart, Laura. How do you know that a civil war will happen?&quot; I answered, looking at her with an expression of shock and confusion. 
  Her eyes widened for a while and she stayed quiet for a few seconds. &quot;Well… from hearing stories from Grandpa Ben, he said that usually happens when the people aren t satisfied with the current monarch,&quot; she explained. 
  I smirked. &quot;Grandpa Ben must ve worked for a royal family before, huh?&quot; 
  &quot;He did work for a rich family who acted like royalty,&quot; she quickly answered. 
  &quot;Really?&quot; I asked in enthusiasm. &quot;Mind telling me the story?&quot; 
  &quot;Well, it all started--&quot; 
  &quot;Laura,&quo

Chapter 19 Unexpected (b)