Charles stood at the waist high thick marble fencing that separated the outdoor leisure area from the steep slope below. He held a glass tumbler of scotch on the rocks in his left hand while his right hand rested upon the marble fence. As smooth and as polished as ever, just like the rest of the luxurious villa home.

He had a view that was worth a million dollars. Well, seventy-one point five million anyway. All of it payed upfront of course. "Spare no expense" was the Lancaster family motto after all. And it showed, in everything they owned and in every action they made. Opulence, style, and power all the way. Charles Lancaster III grinned smugly to himself at this thought. The evening breeze teased his short and impeccably groomed chestnut hair. The breeze blew from the direction of the town of Sea Salt Bay. The luxurious villa of the Lancasters sat upon the side of a tall hill, or perhaps a small mountain, overlooking the quaint little town. The lights of Sea Salt Bay twinkled every single night. They twinkled for the Lancasters alone.

Charles took another sip of his scotch. The good stuff he smuggled from his fathers private stash. Scotch that only the rich could afford to drink regularly. Charles wouldn't be caught dead drinking cheap peasant swill. It was a good thing his parents weren't at home though. They were going to be away for a while. For the rest of the year to be exact. They had managerial duties that demanded all their attention over in Alaska. Something about finding a new oil deposit and making a pipeline trough some native peasants land. 

His father never spoke about business unless he absolutely had to. His father, Devon, always criticised him whenever he did. Charles was always treated like a kid, spoken down to by him constantly and incessantly. "Prove yourself to be a true Lancaster Charles, only then will you earn my trust and respect. Until then, stay out of my way. Do what must be done." said his father much too often. Charles resolved to outdo that tired old man one day. But until then, why not have a little fun?

The new school year was going to start soon, a time of new beginnings for all. Charles had an idea that he'd been toying around with for quite some time. It seemed that nothing he did was ever good enough for his father. Well, let's see how that old man likes it when he returns to find that his sons name is more respected and feared than his own, Charles thought to himself.

A devious smile spread accross Charles's face. One way or another, this town will be his. When it came to all future ventures, one must start at the bottom. In the case of Charles himself, that would be the school yard. He dare not use his wealth to buy his way up though, like a typical classless nouveau riche. The richest of the rich arose through influence alone, whilst keeping losses to the bare minimum. In that spirit, Charles hatched his devious plan. He was going to reform the Royals and take the school. First the school, then the town.  

Charles grinned smugly to himself before taking another sip of scotch.