His Royal Hopeless by Chloe Perrin EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Chloe Perrin
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In the centre of Waning lay a castle, a castle of dark brick and twisted turrets
which leant over its kingdom as though about to take a bite out of it. Within
this castle of terrified servants and endless cobwebbed corridors lay a bedroom,
a bedroom with a family tree painted meticulously down one wall.
The name on the tree was known throughout the kingdom of Waning –
largely because it was the name of the rulers who kept burning down people’s
houses. It was a name that could silence a room, that could make a cavalry run
for the hills, that could send shivers down even the sturdiest of spines. The
name was that of their rulers, of the most despicable, distasteful and downright
evil royal family in the entire world.
That name was written in bold, spiky silver letters, painted stylishly and with
exquisite care at the top of the family tree. The name read:
The Sinistevils
The royal family tree was a gnarled one, a nasty one. Sinistevils did not play
nice with one another, and most family gatherings ended with a few more
branches snapped off. Even so, it was a tree that thrived.
Near the bottom of the tree, in angry violet lettering, was the current ruler
and matriarch of the Sinistevil household: Queen Viella Sinistevil, who liked to
crush peasants and laugh as their villages burnt. The silver line of the tree
wound down to her equally cruel eldest son, the late Prince Brutus, who led the
armies and laughed equally hard at the burning of villages.
However, Brutus was not the final name on the tree. Right at the bottom,
crammed up against the skirting board, was another name. The people of
Waning had not yet seen Viella’s surviving son and heir to the throne, whose
name on the tree was obscured by a crowd of lint and dust-bunnies. But they
did know his name. The boy who could only be as vile and disgusting as the rest
of his bloodline, who could only be as evil as evil can be, was called . . .
‘Ahhh-choo!’
Robbie Sinistevil woke with a sneeze and sat up in bed, drawing a long
pyjama sleeve across his nose. ‘Good morning!’ he said to the silvery tree
snaking across his bedroom wall, as he hopped from under the covers.
As Robbie threw open the curtains on what was promising to be an
absolutely glorious morning he assumed, like the rest of the kingdom did, that
he was as evil as evil could possibly be. Why would he ever think otherwise?
Robbie was a Sinistevil, and Sinistevils were evil. Evil was his legacy. It was in
his blood. It was in his – he looked at his sleeve and grimaced.
Time to get dressed.
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