He ate the food slowly. He had never  tasted anything like this before! It was  great! The food he had at home, well he had never liked. It was  too rich, too fancy, he sort of felt he didn't deserve to eat food like that  when many people in the kingdom didn't have anything. John felt royalty shouldn't have things better  than anyone else. That they should share what they had with the common man. He had always been the type to help out someone in need. His parents thought he had  a soft heart. His father was  a good king, fair yet somehow didn't have the care John had. John would make a great king. Too bad he had  so many older brothers, that would never happen.<br/>"Wow, I love this stew...thank you for letting me taste  it. I will try the chicken tomorrow, I am sure it is just as great. Well, I better turn in. I had  a long journey and I am tired."<br/>He headed up to his room, looking out the window. The view was great. He loved this. He  wasn't meant to be a prince really...He wrote in his journal, then went to bed. He awoke the next day and headed downstairs. He then started cleaning up without even looking for you. He whistled while he worked, wishing he could stay here forever. Yet, his parents...he had a duty to do what they wished of him. If only he would have a streak of independence and just leave. But, even though his family didn't accept him. He still loved them.It was hard not to!