Nephew the Second

His kind gaze behind his bright red glasses seemed too angelic to be completely innocent. A self-satisfied smirk on his juvenile face reinforced this suspicion, and his slightly arrogant haircut, a well-organised mess, didn’t help at all.
He was sitting upright in an armchair far too big for his teenage stature, giving the impression of him sitting on a majestic throne. Lying on the armrests and gripping the fabric fiercely, his thin arms proclaimed his will to possess this ultimate symbol of power.
In front of him, to his left, was a large, comfortable couch – surely to give audience to distinguished subjects, or why not his little sister. To his right, a roaring fire crackled in the wood stove, warming his tiny royal feet dressed in fancy socks.
A little further away, just enough for his tolerance, were the common folk with their very annoying excitement – his beloved family! Gathered around a living room table with a generous choice of drinks and cakes, his parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and his cousins were engaged in animated family conversations of a Sunday afternoon.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, his father raised his voice: “I would never have talked to my father like that!” A heavy silence fell over the room. The words gave way to anxious glances, some searching for answers, others trying to avoid an awkward moment. After a few tense seconds, the discussions resumed hastily and hesitantly, as a collective effort to erase that disturbing memory.
Fortunately, the little king on his throne didn’t notice the brief impertinence of his progenitor. Unfortunately, his reign was far from over!