She frowned and sighed "Technically that makes you the king..."

He sighs, "it makes me much worse...it makes me there cultural slave" he says sitting on her bed, "I can become king if I kill the current chief...but I can't kill him or want to" he says holding ebonys hand

She smirked "His reign is illegal..." She pulled a book fro under the pillow "You are the heir"

He looked puzzled, "but I'm not related to royalty at all? How am I the heir?"

She sighed "The first king, was your great great great great grandfather" She showed him