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.

power to

sons, you

“Why didn’t I

helped me become

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

I’ll do my best

you will regain your youth

live forever!” Fred had said something similar

was doubtful when

tempted after hearing it

to achieve

had changed her

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

anything I can do for you?” “Come closer,” the queen

what—” Before he could finish, the queen

face and said, “You...” He was shocked