Brady POV

"Look I just wanted to say I'm sorry, alright, I shouldn't have misused the do-over watch or gone too far with the honesty. I just…I can't figure out what you want from me." The axe came swinging down again as I finished my apology.

"Maybe you should just stop trying to show off," Mikayla turned her head towards me as she spoke, "When you stood up to the tarantula people you were being brave and selfless. That's a side of you that I really like. If this wasn't the end, I might actually consider going out with you."

I shook my head to get the memory out of my mind. It has been three days since the do-over watch (yes, three actual days, not the same day three times) and I still couldn't forget what Mikayla had said to me. I absentmindedly strummed a few chords on my guitar as I replayed her words yet again.

"Stop trying to show off." I heard her say over and over again like a broken record. Her words got me thinking not only about me as a person but me as a king. I thought about everything Boomer and I have done for Kinkow and I thought about how I can do better. We had caused Kinkow so many problems. I mean in the past three days since the do-over watch we had managed to turn Mikayla into a Waka Waka bug, turn Mason into a hypnotized tarantula hit man, and set a mob of zombies loose in the castle, granted we had fixed the problem in the end but we had still caused them. I wanted to change that. No matter how much I thought about it though I couldn't figure out how to go about my new goal. I sighed and went back to strumming my guitar and listening to Mikayla's words.

Mikayla POV

I looked out at Brady's lone figure sitting on the beach and sighed. This was the third night in a row that he has been sitting out there alone. I turned around and went back into the throne room. Boomer and my dad were playing a game of go fish while Lanny stood to the side, talking to his freaky pet fish. I walked over and sat next to Boomer on the couch.

"Go fish" I heard Boomer mumble just before he got slapped in the face with a fish.

"What is wrong with your brother?" I asked him, "This is the third night he is out there." Boomer just shrugged his shoulders.

"He said he wants some time alone to think or something." He told me still focusing on the game.

"Ha Brady thinking? That's really funny," Lanny said looking up at us, "oh you were serious? Well…bye." He said grabbing his fish bowl and running out of the room.

"Think about what?" I wondered out loud.

"I dunno. I'm not using my twin telepathy right now sorry, do you have any 4's?" he asked and my dad handed him a card.

"Well I am bored with this. I think I will go check on King Brady." My dad said putting his cards down on the table and getting up.

"Yes! You forfeit. I win!" Boomer shouted as he got up and began doing his victory dance. I shook my head and slapped him with the fish again. He fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"I win one time and you ruin my celebration…you're a monster." He whispered the last part dramatically and I couldn't help but laugh at him.

Brady POV

I heard someone walking up behind me and assumed it was Boomer. He was the only one who remembered the do-over watch day so he knew what was on my mind. I turned to talk to him and was surprised to see Mason walking towards me.

"King Brady." He greeted as he sat down next to me.

"Hey Mason, sorry I know I shouldn't be out alone, I'll head back to the castle now." I said. I got ready to stand up but he stopped me.

"It is fine my King. I actually want to talk to you." He said. I instantly began thinking of something me and Boomer had done in the past three days but nothing came to mind. Mason must have noticed my face because he began chuckling.

"You did nothing wrong." He told me.

"Oh okay then what's up?" I asked relieved.

"What is wrong? You have come out here by yourself for three days. What is going on?" he asked sounding genuinely concerned. I looked down at the sand trying to figure out what to say. I couldn't tell him about the do-over watch and the words of his daughter.

"My king, we are worried about you." He said after I didn't answer. I took a deep breath and decided to start small.

"Do you think I show off?" I asked him using Mikayla's words. He looked at me curiously then answered.

"Honestly?" he questioned. I nodded and he continued. "No, I don't think you show off so much as act like you're all that. What is this about?" Once again I struggled to think of a reasonable answer.

"Just something someone said." I finally said, "Mason do you think you could help me with something?"

"Of course what is it my king?" I was surprised he had and I was still figuring out exactly what I wanted to ask.

"I want to change. I want to be a good king and not some childish goof off anymore. Not to say I'm gonna give up goofing off forever." I quickly added the last part just to make sure he knew I didn't want to be some boring stick in the mud. I knew he would agree to help me as soon as I saw the smile form on his face.

"I can help you with that but you will have to answer a question for me first." I nodded my head to tell him I was ready for his question. "What do you think is a 'good king'?" he asked me. The question caught me off guard. In all the thinking I had done this week I never once thought about what a good king really is. I sat there probably looking stupid as I battled with my mind on what the answer was. After a little bit, I smiled. I had an answer for him. I looked up at Mason still smiling.

"My dad. I want to be like him." I told Mason honestly as we both stood up. Mason's smile got bigger and he patted me on the back. Well patted is the wrong word. When a Sasquatch pats you on the back it is more of a really hard slap that sends you crashing down on the sand face first. I spit some sand out of my mouth and slowly got on my feet again.

"See, like that right there that cannot happen anymore." I managed to say through a mouth still full of sand.

"Sorry King Brady, we will work on that." Mason said while laughing quietly at my misfortune.

"I'm scared." I whispered while we made our way back to the castle.

"Don't worry we will take it slow and steady." He assured me. I nodded and opened the doors to the castle. We entered the throne room just in time to see Boomer get hit in the face with a fish.

"Dang it!" he shouted and threw his cards on the table and walked away. "Goodnight!" he shouted as he left the room. Mikayla began to clean up the cards and I turned to Mason.

"Well I better go check on him and get to sleep." I told him.

"I will see you tomorrow at 8 a.m." I winced when he said 8 a.m. it was so early in the morning but I just remembered my goal and nodded.

"My king," I looked up as he placed his hand on my shoulder (more gently this time), "I'm proud of you for doing this" I smiled and nodded again. Hearing those words made me feel a lot better about what I was doing.

I collapsed on the beach and tried to get air into my lungs. Mason stood next to me as I gasped over and over again and rolled around in the sand like I was dying.

"How…" I continued to gasp in between words, "Far…was…that?"

"We ran for about ten minutes." He told me, his voice didn't even waver. I tried getting up but decided to stay on the ground.

"That…is the longest…I have…run in ever." I said. My breath was beginning to come back and I could breathe normally again.

"While you're down we can do some abs and other stuff." he said before I had the chance to get up, "We'll start with push-ups. Go" I got in push-up position and he began counted. "one" I went down and slowly pushed myself back up then I fell in the sand again.

"Wow. That was an awesome push-up!" I exclaimed. That was probably the best push-up I have ever done. "What's next?" Mason looked at me then shook his head.

"Brady, I thought you really wanted to do this." He half asked and half stated.

"I do! I'm trying okay! I'm just not very athletic or physical fit or anything!" I replied. I really was trying; it was just difficult for me.

"I'm sorry my king, I guess I'm just gonna have to be patient. So let's keep going. Can you do another push up?" he asked. I nodded and got in push-up position again. He didn't count this time so I just went down and came back up again. I managed not to collapse this time and decided to try another one. I went down and got halfway up when I felt my arms burning. I winced and pushed the rest of the way up then fell down.

"Very good Brady! You did two in a row." Mason said as he clapped. I gave him a thumb up and let my arm fall again. Mason crouched down next to me and put a hand on my back.

"You okay my king?" he asked. I nodded my head in the sand, "Good let's do some sit ups" He flipped me over in one fluid motion. I groaned and put my hands behind my head to prepare for the sit-ups. Mason went and held my feet down and began counting.

"One" I sat up and touched my elbows to my knees then went back down. "Two" I repeated it about 10 times until I could no longer get up off my back.

"Great job Brady! Let's get back to the castle now shall we?" he asked. I couldn't move so I had to groan in response. Mason chuckled then picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and began walking back to the castle.

Mikayla POV

I was out in the courtyard sparring with Muhamma and the other guards when my dad came walking up from the beach with Brady over his shoulder. I excused myself from the guards and ran over to them.

"What did he do now daddy?" I asked about Brady.

"Hey!" Brady shouted and popped his head up from behind my dad's back. "For your information I did nothing wrong and I am perfectly fine! I didn't need to be carried!" My dad laughed and put him down. As soon as his feet hit the ground his knees gave out and he almost fell. I held in a laugh.

"Really? You didn't need to be carried?" I asked laughing under my breath. He got his balance and gave me a look.

"Okay fine, I did have to be carried but I am not ashamed because every once in a while a man needs to be carried, so make fun of me all you want." He said seriously. "Now Mason if you don't mind I think it would be best if you carried me to wherever we are going next."

"I think it would help if you walked it off my king. Besides we are just going to the throne room." My dad answered. Brady nodded and began walking in a very crooked line towards the throne room. I looked up at my dad after Brady got through the doors.

"What did he do?" I asked again hoping for an answer.

"He asked me not to tell anyone what he is doing, he will tell you when he is ready to." My dad answered. He began walking after Brady and I followed him.

"Aw come on. You can tell me! Why is it a secret anyway?" I asked him. He just shook his head.

"I promised him I wouldn't tell. He just doesn't want people to know. He will tell you eventually." He said without looking at me. I huffed and turned back to the guards. What could Brady possibly be hiding? And why didn't he tell me? He usually tells me everything, even if I don't want to hear it. I began to spar again but wasn't focused. Muhamma took full advantage of my wandering mind and disarmed me. When he put his machete to my neck I surrendered and excused myself again. My head was no longer in training. I had to find out what Brady was hiding. I walked into the throne room but the only person I saw was Boomer. He was on his laptop talking to his "girlfriend" from back home.

"Hey Boomer, why are you down here?" I asked him. He usually talks to her when he is in his room and doesn't have the entire staff wandering around hearing every word he said.

"Mason and Brady kicked me out of my room." It didn't seem to bother him.

"Do you know what they are up to?" Brady had to have told Boomer. They were brothers why would he keep something from him. Boomer just shrugged.

"No idea" After he answered I left him alone so he could talk to Rebecca. This was really going to annoy me.