"You will be crowned tomorrow at dawn-"

A figure emboldened in gold, looked up. "Haha... no."

"Your highness," the nearby servant questioned, glancing around to see if she had any backup.

"There is no way I'm getting up that early, coronation or not," he remarked.

"But your highness-"

"Crown me at noon- or better yet, one hour after noon... or maybe in the early evening," he pointed out, practically floating across the room to the door.

"Your highness..." The prince pushed open the gilded door and paused.

"Nope. You can't argue with the king-to-be," he retorted as he let the doors swing closed with a bang.

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The prince sauntered down the hall, covered from floor to ceiling in gold, mirrors, and exotic tapestries. He stepped out into to palace garden and gave a sharp clap. 

"Kyawan, the lanterns weren't lit. Bring me the Kwmhkyaankone (Kwam-kian-cone).

"Yes, your highness," she uttered, her deep-brown hair falling past her face as she bowed to the prince.

The prince perched himself on the edge of an ornate bench next to a pineapple tree and began to pick his nose.

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"Kwmhkyaankone, I noticed that the lamps in the garden weren't lit, which means that you weren't doing your job."

I'm sorry, your highness. I was preoccupied." He knelt on the ground and touched his forehead to the cold stone path.

"What could possibly be more important than lighting the lamps?!" The prince stood up and raised his arms in outrage.

"My wife and daughter were sick, your highness."

The prince stood and towered over the trembling Kwmhkyaankone. "Are you saying that your wife and daughter are more important than me, the crown prince?!"

"I-" The Kwmhkyaankone looked up at the prince, trembling.

The prince reached behind his back and raises an arm, the object in his hand obscured by the pineapple tree's shadow.

He brought the object down hard upon the Kwmhkyaankone's head and listened for the tell-tale thunk of skull against stone.

"Your highness!"

The prince looked up, calm.

"Murder is legal as long as the murder weapon is a pineapple."

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"Kyawan, Section 34, Page 81, clearly states that, a) the prince can murder anyone, anywhere, b) the prince will not be held accountable, it will be pinned on a nearby citizen, and, c) all bystanders will be put on trial for accusing the prince."

But, your highness, you added that and didn't consult the council."

"I AM THE PRINCE! The only council I need is the Treasury Council; I make my own decisions."

"Your father will not be happy, your highness."