Chapter 14: Jack's Antics

The sun was shining brightly in the kingdom, casting a warm glow over the lush gardens and vibrant flowers. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming roses and the soft chirping of birds, creating a serene atmosphere that belied the mischievous energy of one of King and Religious' children. Jack, the third-born of the royal couple, was known for his antics, and today was no exception. As his siblings went about their daily activities, Jack snuck away, a sly grin spreading across his face. He had a plan, and he was determined to see it through. With a quick flick of his wrist, he snatched a handful of flour from the nearby pantry and made a run for it. The soft powder puffed out of his hands, leaving a trail of white dust in his wake. "Jack, what are you up to now?" Queenston, Jack's older brother, called out, laughing as he chased after him. Queenston's calm and collective nature made him the perfect target for Jack's pranks, and Jack knew that his brother would be able to keep up with him. "Ha! You'll never catch me, Queen!" Jack exclaimed, darting around the corner and leaving a cloud of flour in his wake. The sound of his siblings' laughter and the rustling of their clothes as they chased after him filled the air, creating a joyful cacophony that echoed through the halls. Ambrosia, the youngest of the siblings, squealed with delight as she watched the commotion. "Jack, you're going to get in trouble!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and concern. King and Religious, who had been watching from a distance, couldn't help but chuckle at their son's antics. "That child is going to be the death of us," King said, shaking his head. Religious smiled, her eyes shining with amusement. "He's just full of energy and curiosity. We should encourage him to channel that into something positive." She was right, as always, and King nodded in agreement. As Jack continued to run amok, his siblings tried to catch up with him. Ace, the smart and silent one, observed the chaos with a detached air, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Joker, the fifth-born, who struggled with bipolar disorder, watched with a mixture of fascination and concern, his eyes darting back and forth between Jack and the others. Despite the chaos he was causing, Jack's siblings couldn't help but love him for his mischievous spirit. They knew that beneath his pranks and antics, Jack had a kind heart and a deep sense of loyalty. As the chase continued, Jack suddenly ducked into the kitchen, where he was greeted by the royal chef, Madame LeRoux. She was not amused by the cloud of flour that covered Jack's clothes and the kitchen countertops. "Mon dieu, Jack! What have you done now?" she exclaimed, her French accent thick with exasperation. Jack grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I was just trying to make a little pastry, Madame," he said, his voice innocent. Madame LeRoux raised an eyebrow. "A little pastry? With a cloud of flour and a trail of destruction?" The kitchen erupted into laughter, and even Madame LeRoux couldn't help but smile. "Well, I suppose you're a natural-born pastry chef, Jack. But next time, let's try to contain the mess, oui?" As the kitchen staff cleaned up the mess, Jack's siblings gathered around, still chuckling about the earlier chase. King and Religious joined them, their faces filled with pride and amusement. "You know, Jack's antics may drive us crazy sometimes," King said, "but they're also a reminder of his creativity and energy. We should encourage him to channel that into something positive." Religious nodded in agreement. "And with the right guidance, I have no doubt he'll grow into a talented and thoughtful young man." As the family continued to laugh and joke, Jack looked up at his parents with a mischievous glint in his eye. He knew that he had gotten away with something, and he was already planning his next move. The royal family was in for a wild ride with Jack on the scene, but they wouldn't have it any other way.