Hamlet swallowed as he stood in front of the great oak doors. The reality of what he was going to do came crashing down on him, this very moment. He was purposefully going behind his parents' backs for there was no way in hell he could explain this to them. He would get grounded and they would get executed. The corridor was empty and a breeze blew making him shiver even though it was summer. Well it was Denmark so he really couldn't say much. Was he doing the right thing? He wasn't sure. His fatal flaw was indecisiveness and that was going to kill him in the end probably. He just couldn't make up his mind even though he had promised everyone that he was going to get permission from his parents. They had even practised the cover story. Hell,he had promised Ophelia.....

Yes,you have promised her so get on with it.

He took a deep breath and said to himself, " Hamlet, you can do this." He knocked. Time seemed to slow around him.

King Hamlet opened the door as Hamlet subconsciously took a step back.

"Yes,son?"

He took a deep breath and putting on his best pleading tone said, "Father, Sherlock and the others want to take me Horatio and Ophelia to their country. They say that their parents are eager to meet us."

The King blinked as the Queen came into view.

"Hamlet,dear, what do you require?"
The Queen asked in a gentle tone.

"Hamlet's friends want to take them to their country. And where might that be?" The King said.

"Greece father."

"Greece?"

"Yes they live in Athens."

"Hmm.. Interesting. And how do you plan to go there?"

Hamlet couldn't believe his ears," So you are giving me permission to go there?"

King Hamlet and Queen Gertrude exchanged looks before the King said,"Hamlet,you are going to be the next king. Its important that you know as many countries and their culture as you can. So to repeat my earlier question, which mode of transport are you going to use?"

"Horses father."

"Horses?"

"To get some exercise."

"A wonderful idea,dear "the Queen said," You need to be in shape to impress people." She winked at him. Well it is said that mother's could read their child's mind.

True enough. My mother knew exactly what prank I was going to pull before I did,though she never stopped me.

Hamlet felt heat creeping up his face,though he sincerely wondered who she was referring to.

He laughed a little before saying, "So we are leaving tomorrow."

"Fine by us. Just don't get hurt. And don't embarrass yourself by fooling around. You are a Prince and you ought to act like one."

What's with King fathers lecturing their sons about being proper princes?

Hamlet nodded and turned to go when a hand clasped him on the shoulder, "Have fun," Queen Gertrude whispered before the door closed behind him.

Why does the king have to be so damn overbearing?

Hamlet felt a solitary tear rolling down his cheek.

No matter what he did,he would always be different. A Prince. People dreamed of this life but he would rather give up this life and live a commoners. But then perhaps he would face their hardships and yearn for this life once again. Maybe he was best where he was best friends with Horatio and Ophelia. Anyways tomorrow was going to be great fun. He was going to a whole new world.

His steps had a skip in them as he disappeared down the corridor.

No one noticed the solitary brooding figure by a window. No one heard his mutterings to himself. No one saw how those eyes looked hungrily at the door which had just closed. The man slunk in the shadows and went back to his room where he paced about concocting a dangerous and disastrous plan.

Except me. Though this plan has to be halted otherwise it would ruin mine.

How was this chapter? Please notify me on any grammatical errors. Also who do you think is speaking/thinking the words in italics? Please let me know in the comments down below.

Also,I have a random question, "How would Shakespeare write if he lived during the 21st century?"

I frankly have an image of Cassius being like,"Yo,bro,Mark whatcha think about Jul?" And I can't unsee it. Help.