Spoiled by Mr Russell

“What are you doing?” The queen looked at Fred, then looked at the document.

She realized it was a will, stating she knew she was about to die from deteriorating health.

Therefore, the queen would pass on the throne to her third grandson.

Simultaneously, she would give Fred the full authority to assist in governing the country.

She knew signing the will would be a political suicide.

“It’s so obvious you're after my throne!” The queen grabbed the paper and glared at Fred.

“My third grandson is only four.

Instead of the princes, you want me to entrust my reign to someone who can’t run the country.

Anyone with a brain can tell what you’re up to!” Fred smiled.

“No, the third grandson is a bright and promising candidate.

I’ll just be assisting him.

to

you know what they’re

aren’t suitable candidates at all!” The queen propped herself up and said, “Why didn’t I realize how ambitious you were?” “Of course

me

me!” After a pause, he continued, “That’s why I’ve

I’ll do my best to make

will regain your youth and

had said something similar many

was doubtful when she first heard about

felt tempted after

want to achieve

had

gently addressed him, “Fred, come here.” “Yes, my queen?” Not expecting

can do for you?” “Come closer,”

Before he could finish, the queen slapped

and said, “You...” He was shocked