[ WP ] You just discovered England 's biggest secret : every time they say long live the queen it extends the queens life .

I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings. My name in Charles Windsor and I am heir to a throne. Prince of Wales, they've called me that my entire life and now I lay on my death bed and my mother - still going strong. I'm not sure how it's possible but she seems ageless, almost timeless. My whole life I've waited for that special day when my mother would finally perish and turn to ash in the mouths of the peasants beneath us. Yet there she stands, defiant of all that follow in the steps of her bloodline. I never wanted to believe the rumors, it always seemed so silly. 
 
 My boy William visited with me yesterday - it reminded me of something quite curious. When he was a younger boy, he once told me a story. He claimed late one night in the palace when all were asleep. He heard a right royal ruckus. Booming out through the hallways, the clanging of iron and deep grunts. Hurriedly his small legs carried him about the decadent hallways, searching for the origins of the noise. Sliding on the rich mahogany floors he came to a halt at the entrance of the royal gymnasium. He slowly opening the heavy old door, inside he claimed to have seen the most peculiar of things. 
 
 There she was, good old Mumsie, Queenie, in the gymnasium in the middle of the night. Dead-lifting an abnormal amount of weight - the kind of weight that president Dwayne'The Rock' Johnson would have struggled with in his prime. William said when she turned and saw him she had a hellish glint in her eyes. It burned red like the rubies atop her gilded crown. He claimed she screeched, hissing she sent him running back to his room. William pissed the bed that night... or so the butler told me in the morning. 
 
 I never really paid much credence to it, after all - he had just lost his mother and boys will be boys. It was n't till years later a journalist came to me. He claimed to be from the New York Times and said he had some delicate information about mother. He wanted to be respectful and bring the information to my attention first before it went public. What a pleasantly dingy fellow - I met with him out of pity more than anything to see what dirt this old boy had. 
 
 He showed up in a rainy night, absolutely stinking of tobacco and whiskey. When my man brought him in he scattered a bunch of files out on my desk. My fire roared as he stammered through his tall tails. Apparently he believed my mother to be some kind of immortal creature - He claimed some kind of dark power was derived from the worship she received. He seemed to think every time the people spoke the words'God save the queen' it some how empowered her. Her life span growing here longer with each phatic expression. 
 
 Ridiculous I told him, had my man remove him from my sight. He had contacted once more requesting hush money but he vanished soon after. Apparently he died in a car crash in a tunnel in Spain, boozing and speeding around no doubt in my mind. Did seem peculiar timing though, so soon after Diana's death. Anyway, it wo n't be long now and I'll be with her and as usual Mumsie will still be the queen even to this day. 
 
 Ah speak of the devil, here she comes now - probably to say her goodbyes, one never knows how long one has left. She never does seem frail, even now so many years on - she has such a powerful stride as she comes to my bedside. She was never a warm person - but the war had affected everyone differently. They were made of sterner things her generation. She reaches my bed and her hand grips my arm. It's almost too firm and her hands are deathly cold but I'm used to it. 
 
'How are you today Charles' - She speaks through pursed lips, hissing her words. I always assumed it was part of her German heritage but it seems much more pronounced now.'I'm not well mother, I dare say I wo n't be long for this world' I cough and she glances into my eyes, it's almost as if her pupils blink together momentarily. I think I'm suffering from some form of delirium.'No, not long for this word charlessss, not long at all nowww' I begin to feel my head spell as water fills my eyes. 
 
 Her grey hair begins to stand on end, furry wisps spraying out like a feral cat in an alleyway. Her eye sockets grow wide as the eyeballs themselves roll back into dark voids. Her top jaw begins to expand and her skin begins to fold back showing a dark bloodied skeletal inside. Symbols carved all over the bone etched deep within. The inside of her flesh seemed almost human but not quite. The shape was different and unfamiliar. I must be leaving this world - off from this plain and onto the next. Her cold hand moves up to her face as the eyeless flesh and teeth stare deep into my soul. 
 
'Say it for me Charles, wo n't you ssssayyy it one last time' her hissing grows louder. 
'God save the queen' - I say with ones last breath before the world goes black. 
 
 God save the queen indeed. 
 
 This is my first post - I hope you liked it. I'm quite sure there's plenty of mistakes: D
