Once we got there (after all the partying) lots and lots of people wanted me to heal them. Which I did except for one rich pompous asshole, who acted like me healing his daughters acne would be some sort of honour or something. I refuse, he puts on a big fuss then he gets taken down by the guards. As fricken usual.

That puts an end to my healing parade. After that we just go to the castle room where princess jasmine is waiting. Once we get there without even entering the room I heal her. To be fair the disease she had was deadly, but that still doesn’t justify all the crap I’ve been put through to heal one lousy princess.

“Well, I just cured her of the illness she had. She will be waking up soon, very tired of course, so you should probably be prepared when she does” I say to the prince who was escorting me himself. He gives me a suspicious look and says “really you haven’t even seen her, and yet you’re claiming to have already healed her”.

“You’ve been with me for a few days now and you’ve seen the things I can do so you know what I’am capable of” I say now starting to get angry.

“Okay, okay. I believe you. When do you think she’ll wake up?” he says trying to calm me down.

“Well, it might take her a day or two, to wake but again as I’ve said before she will be weak. Her body spent all her resources defending her against the disease” I say back at him. My doctorly instincts are kicking. Guess I’ve cured so many people that I it’s kinda like muscle memory now.

The prince nods than winces, “umm,” he says while biting his lips, like he’s nervous, shit better get ready for bad news. “Well the king kinda gave an order, after I sent a message to him about all you can do, and he says that since he’s planning on conquering your home country, it might be easier to do so if you’re not there to help the war effort, on their side. So you'll be here for a while longer”.

He can see the look of mounting rage on my face as I digest this so he quickly blurts out “I actually tried to get him to change his decision but I could not”

“mother fucker, are you kidding me. I have to stay in this dumb fucking castle, full of the shit heads and assholes who killed albert!” I say so loudly I break the windows around us. Needless to say I enhanced my lung capacity for more endurance, or in cases like this to have a louder voice.

I’m so pissed that for a while all I see is red. It takes me a second to realize that once again I lost control of my magic, and I am now crying blood. As fucking always I stop this before it gets out of hand. I have had more out bursts on this journey alone, than I’ve had in my entire fucking life.

I’ve stashed away my emotions so many times that it's probably dangerous to have any other out bursts without working through my emotions first.

With words as cold as ice, I say to the prince “fuck you, this kingdom, your sister, everything here. If you do not let me out of this dumbass kingdom I will murder all the royalty”. I don’t care about my safety anymore. If these fucks don’t let me out of this kingdom in the next day, I will destroy this kingdom no matter how many people have to die for it. All the commoners fucking deserve it for cheering for the stupid fucking royalty.

I then proceed to, very politely ask him where my accommodations are. I also tell him that if I don't get the privilege to leave this kingdom in the next twenty-four hours I will proceed to very thoroughly eradicate all the nobility in this kingdom.

Looking like he was in shock, the poor prince just points to a room. I go there and start meditating on my emotions so I don't lose control of them. It might be foolish of me to ask on an entire fucking kingdom, but eh, whatevs right. I mean it’s not like dying matters anymore. I have nothing left to live for, other than maybe revenge, but that’s an empty life that I just don’t want.

Ugh weird how one minute I’m boiling over with rage and the next I just feel numb. I meditate a while before going outside and looking at the prince. The prince looks nervous again. Huh, well guess I’m gonna commit regicide.

“Um well see the king sort of just, got offended at that and is now telling me that I should tell you that you should be grateful. Of course these are his words not mine and should not be seen as mine because I’m but a simple messenger and you wouldn’t want to murder the messenger right” he says the last bit lightning fast.

I decide on resting and resting and letting the rage sleep for a while before doing anything imediat or drastic. So I go to my room and I take a nap. I also chuckle on my way to my room because the little prince actually flinched the second I moved after he talked to me.

As I take a nap to relax and work through my feelings, I realize that since I was connected to albert before he died, and I burned that memory into my head so I remember everything about his body and his brain, at his time of death.

My god, I think to myself, I can actually revive/clone albert. And I think revive/clone because, well I wouldn’t be technically, reviving albert because I wouldn’t be reviving the albert I knew I would be making another albert. Sure he would have the same exact attributes and memories as albert, yet he would also be a clone, a copy of my albert.

I think, and think and think some more. Then realize that if I actually want to make albert it would take massive amounts of power. While, I’m extremely powerful compared to other mages, I’m still not strong enough to create life as big as albert.

I could use the life energy of creatures, sure but some of it gets lost if I change it to magic energy. I think for a while until a flash of inspiration hits me.