King Proven/Ambition to Reveal

"Ambition to Reveal" is the second episode to the short web series King. Proven. by .:.TellZeal.:. Productions. This was completed on January 6, 2017 in courtesy of the Sonic Fanon Wikia.
== Episode Text ==
Effinhaum 4.11.17
Yes, it's been a few days since I've written in here, because I had not been to active on that plan I was talking about in the previous entry. It's not that I forgot; it was more of me attempting to think it through with enough smarts. After all, Princess Tuwark is regarded as one of the smartest females that was ever born on the face of the Salwom Region. So, I had been taking my two children, Etshiro and Ovina to the Colonaian Universal Institute with less haste and think about my plans. Actually, I had been doing a lot of things slower, because there just had to be enough time for me to think in depth.
"Whillis," Ourier Ranton, the subordinate head of my team of child researchers, tossed a bunch of folders over. "What are you doing just sitting here? Can you get back to work, please?"
"It's not that I don't want to work," I said. "I have been just a little more focused about a a certain person that I met at the Victory Ball. Wait, you were there. Didn't you see me talking with a girl with red hair and green eyes?"
"I was there, but you know I don't pay attention to your matters. You need to get back to work. Seriously, Whillis. Don't forget about next week's deadline." He walked to other stations to nag them of their slacking nature.
It seems to me that he didn't really come to remember who I was talking about. I didn't want to reveal her name too soon, but for the record, the girl with the red hair and green eyes is Princess Penelope Tuwark. I only met her once, and that was just a few days ago at the Victory Ball. Remember what I wrote what she said about me? She was already considering to take a look at me and deem me her husband. That would be the best of events that would happen to me.
Yeah, and speaking of, that is rule number one: know the look for the target. There's a really specific look that a girl gives when you first meet one, and it is the look I call the "freeze." It is more of a freeze, because the female's eyes are locked set against your own eyes, their posture is straight to ensure they make the first impression, and their facial expression will typically match whose she is interested in. In this case, Princess Tuwark tried to give her typical straight look at me, but it ultimately gave a notion to me that I grasped her immediately. I am attractive.
When one finds the "freeze" with one that they are not favorable with, what should be done is to change the facial expression and give a blatant comment to make it seem as though there is no interest for the lover. For example, there was this one female that was requesting files of mine regarding the brains of dead children, and she gave me the "freeze."
She stopped right in front of my desk. "Uh, a-are you Whillis A-Allavan?"
She wasn't that bad looking. She had long, green to white hair with florals all in her outfit, and her lab coat just matched along with her sophisticated nature - well - just outside the flesh of the heart, that is. Her heels made her seem taller, but she was no taller than me. Her frozen eyes were crisp purple with the shine of conflicting yellow glares.
I stood to her. "Yes I am. What do you want?" I had to give her a blatant answer to show that I was not interested in her.
"O-Oh, I was just wondering if I could have some of your past documentations on the child brain anatomy. There are just, you know, a few case files that go for this kind of research because it's considered - ."
"Cruelty," I opened the file drawer. "What do you want with them? Just asking."
"Well, I was wondering if I could, you know, use them for research on the final project that Manry wants us to do and present before the Platurian Council."
I handed them over. "The Platurian Council, huh? Are you an elite researcher or something?"
"Yes, I am. I have been on the elite team for a few years now."
"Well, here they are. Take them."
Her eyes popped the sulked back to me. "Oh, right." She took them, turned with a frozen posture of failure, and rushed off as her heels made the accelerated clacking noises.
The "Freeze" is of the common faces that women make when they have an anticipated view of their target "mate." I believe this is more of a device for me to surrender to them because they present a kind nature. However, this is what I had experienced in the past, especially with Convilas, and I have found that this is just a platitude-like gesture for them to have what they want. Everyone likes nice people, except me. I like the salty, tough ones that will be honest from beginning to end.
These past few days at the Colonaian Research Institute had been a hassle when it comes down to work. Honas Manry, the president over the institute, has requested that all fields of researchers are required to submit valid work that benefits the research of the people and nature. As I'm just in the child researching field, there are multiple teams - which I think there's about seven of them - working on different projects regarding children. In my team, who has the researcher, the documenter, the speaker, and the explorer (which is me), there is a fine level of workers that basically do the work for me. So, I just sit back and relax on the studies and let them take over. However, Ourier had been coming at me lately for just stalling in my seat and giving me suggestions that I should leave the Institute, which is already what I had been considering anyway.
I guess I'll put an end to this entry for now. There's nothing really else to talk about in here.
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Effinhaum 4.12.2
That media is so quick on its toes. They already have a picture of me with Princess Penelope from the Victory Ball in the Colonaian Royal Post in the newspaper. That sly Seedrian named Opia Cilia has not given up on the Princess. I heard all the works she's done to her are almost despicable and troublesome on my part. I need to make sure that Opia stays out of my business, because it can look bad on me really quickly.
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Effinhaum 4.12.4
Today, I decided to go to the central part of Colona's heart and study some of the children's brains that were stored there from so far back in history. My research topic has finally been decided after days of sitting there and doing nothing. We are going to research about the way children use their abilities at a young age and how it affects how they think about life. I've heard theories by the most intelligent of non-researchers (they don't have to research to be intelligent) that children are more prone to violence when using their abilties since it uses enough mind power to execute them, thus creating stress and tension to have the abilities expelled at such a quick rate. Agreeable.
So, since I'm the explorer, I went out to the Colonaian Center for Investigation and got with the right officials to hand me over the files of what I needed. Oxva Itio Van was with me, who is the documenter on our team. We got as many as files that went back into the Vovom chapter of the Pordemom Era, but they weren't as intricate and detailed as the modern ones.
"I can't read these characters," I said as I saw a picture of an exploded brain of a child. "What does that say? Can you even read that?"
"Ah fellow, I don't understand what that says," he said. "Let's see if I can get in touch with a translator." He went to get in contact with a translator.
I sat in the lonely, quiet room for a long time, just considering what I would need to do in order to get the results I needed with the princess. I can't just stay here at the institute for long, because if I want to become king, I need to make sure that I make my full attention for that job and that only.
"Apparently, they aren't Platurian letters," Oxva rushed back in. "They could be another language of another tribe or something we've never known about."
"A tribe? Alright, why does this happen when I get into the research? No one knew about this the entire time?"
"Apparently not. And since we made the discovery, we could be famous for the research we weren't even looking for. We should change our topic and make it to where we search for the mysterious tribe and the children of them.
"No, no, that's just not going to solve anything," I said. "We need a research topic that will be used for the common of people today, not what is of the past or whatever. How far back does that document go?"
"Oh, it goes back to the Rongom chapter. That's a long time back."
"Well, we can't go and do this one, because it's going to get us into trouble."
"Trouble? What do you mean? We're on this planet for a long time, fellow, and we've never figured out who are ancestors are."
"This is not about finding our ancestors, if you didn't know. This is about today and now, and we need to stick to that - and that only. If we get into other stuff, yes, we will get in trouble with the Institute and get fired. Now, we can use these as evidence, though. But, don't put anything about its origins in the thesis."
From there, we continued to work on getting as much information as possible, all of the children in all the history of Colona's Heart. Then, when the day was over, or I mean when the officials at the Investigation facility let us stay another two hours before dinner time, we went back to the facility. All the rest of my team members, while we were doing all the work, were watching the visual.
"Hey, Whillis, you're on the visual," Taiytee Muy, the brawn of speakers, said. "Look."
There I was on the visual with the animation of contours of myself transferred onto the visual wall where the Colona National Broadcasting Station blurred my face as I sat in front of the Princess at the Victory Ball. The headline said, "Princess of Colona Considering Marriage." And I never even mentioned marriage to her at all. Well, maybe I did.
Yeah, I did. Sorry for lying.
That night, everyone was poking fun at me for talking to the Princess, and many others were somewhat bothered to talk to me as they tried to end the conversation quickly.
"So, are you becoming king?" Khlavohan Seen, who I just call "Klavan" said.
"Why would you ask me that? Look at my finger. Do you see a ring here or anything?"
"No."
"Alright then. This is more of just me talking nonsense. I had too much to drink."
Then, in the background, the visual of the very headline came in again, and this time, it was an interview with Wvia Coahan of Prince Rova Lawka as he was marching up the stairs into the kingdom.
"I didn't know this went on at all," the Prince shook his head. "No one ever said that he would inherit the thone. Whoever gets married first will have the throne. That's the rules." From there, as Wvia attempted to ask him more questions, he stormed into the palace before she could finish.
"Haha, you're so in trouble, Whillis," Klavan said. "I think Prince Lawka likes the Princess, and you just barged right into - ."
"Okay, okay," I closed my eyes and took a breath. "Maybe I should go back and take it back to the public or something. Seriously, I wasn't in my right mind when I said that," I lied again.
"Yeah, maybe you should. You're going to - oh - you are soo doomed. I think you'll get fired, too."
"Fired? This has nothing to do with me working here. And you know what? I guess I'll make the means to prove you and that Lawka wrong. I am attractive, just naturally. If I could just sit down right in front of the Princess and be stared like that, and I can get away for two weeks saying that, there's a message. I - ."
"Whillis, look, there's your girl on the visual."
I turned over to see Princess Tuwark being interviewed by Wvia as she was seated for dinner, and the poor Princess looked invaded, somewhat bothered, at her prescence as King Uwa Iwa sighed right into the audio of the visual.
"I'm not devastated at what he told me," the Princess said. "I was more of, well, I guess astonished that he had the courage to say that to me - right in front of me. But, you know, we do need a king that we don't expect."
Wvia leaned in. "What do you mean by that, Prince - ?"
"Leave the table," that Prince Lawka came in and ushered Wvia out. "We don't want any more trouble from you."
"Oh my," Wvia was pushed out of the castle. "Well, you heard that, folks. There's clearly some relationship taking place between the two of them. Now, whether the Princess is making a wise choice is on us to decide. We will have further details on the situation later on this week." The report went off, and regular programming of the theatre plays came back on.
"Does that look like trouble to you?" Klavan said. "It does to me."
"This is not any trouble. This is more like a way to flaunt my skills of getting any female I want."
"Except the Princess. She clearly said that she was astonished at your behavior."
"No, she was astonished at my boldness. Listen more." I walked for the door. "Well, I'm out. I'm going home now."
"Alright then, see ya later."
From there, I tried to walk in the most concealed of areas in fear of a paparazzi or something like that, but luckily they weren't able to locate me. I made it all the way home in one piece without someone coming to bother me or anything of the sorts.
There were my two children playing outside together at night with glowing insects they caught in their hand. I told them to come inside with me so we could eat dinner and talk about our experiences for the day. Etshiro said that he had the opportunity to learn about lies and denial, and I never would have thought as young as he is to learn such a thing at six years old. Ovina tried to communicate with me, but her four-year-old speech was faltering much, and I just gave her a nod and a rub on the head. I told them that I was on the visual and that I may be getting married sometime soon.
"Married? I thought I had a mom already," Etshiro said.
"Well, you can always have two moms," I said. "It's just that the mom you know is not nice to me, so I had to get a new mom for you that would be nice to you and me."
"Am I going to see the first mom again?"
"Uh, no. Now eat your dinner."
Etshiro did look a little disappointed when I told him this, and he slowly bothered to eat his food. He picked at the pieces of meat and vegetables one-by-one with the fork and sighed often. On the other hand, the ignorant Ovina splashed her food in her hands as it got all over my shirt. I don't care much about how the two of them feel about this, because they are just children, and one day they'll understand. If I do get married to the Princess, I'll need to remember about the past mistakes and apply them to the situation about my benefit.
Oh, well I guess that can be rule number two: don't forget about the past. If I forget about my past with Convilas and Tallospev, it may be a harm later on. As a matter of fact, maybe I should get in contact with them so that I don't forget to allude to them. And if this thing does work with me getting married to the Princess, then my children would become of royalty, too. I just need to make sure I can tell Penelope all these things before I try to make my move.
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