Commoner//Dreamnotfound Royalty AU (On Haitus)

1; Flowers

"Dude."
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"Helloo?"
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"Clay, wake up."
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"I'm gonna scream if you don't wake up."
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"I warned you."
I hear a sharp inhale, but no scream.
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"C'mon man! Your dad's gonna kill me!"
I stifle a wheeze.
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"Clay, please."

I finally open my eyes to look at Nick. I know better than to get him in trouble.
"Finally." He says, with an annoyed glare. I smother another wheeze.

"It's not funny!" Nick half-pouts, running his hand through his black hair. He takes care of his hair more than he takes care of himself. Kinda amusing.

"So are you getting up or not? I'm for sure dead if you're not in the dining hall in 10." Nick says.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, I'm getting up now." I say, propping myself up on my elbows and groggily looking out my window. I've never been a morning person. Nick is way too energetic in the mornings. He always has been. He also likes to open my blinds, which I have told him many times that I don't appreciate.

"Alright. Just make sure you're down there in 10. Bye, yOur MaJesTy." Nick then bows, mocking the other servants who work in the palace. He shuts both of my doors while I giggle.

I get up and quickly change into my day clothes; a white collared long-sleeved shirt with a green tunic. It's getting a bit tight, I'll have to tell one of our seamstresses. After quickly running a comb through my hair, I head out to the stairwell. Nick greets me.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Hope you slept well." He says sarcastically, leaning against the staircase railing.

"Shut up. The only reason why I sleep is because I don't have the impulsing urge to mess with my hair every 9 seconds." I retort, rolling my eyes.

"You're really asking for it now, Clay. I will not hesitate to push you down these stairs." Nick replies smoothly, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I smirk.

"Not if I push you first!"

We both try to push each other towards the stairs, no success from either of us.

"This isn't gonna work, you're not supposed to be fighting back! Party pooper." Nick says, admitting defeat and fake pouting.

"Well, how about we slide down? Like how we used to when we were 8!" I suggest.
He doesn't even need to think twice. We both hop on the railing.

"Cowabunga!!" Nick and I scream in unison, riding the staircase railing down to the bottom at a fast speed, giggling like children.

"Oh my goodness, how many times do I have to tell you guys? You're gonna hurt yourselves."
We both turn our heads to look at the very unamused teen standing near the dining hall.

"Oh, hey Darryl! Good morning!" Nick says with a grin on his face. Darryl sighs.

"Good morning, Nick and your highness. I was just about to go and check on you guys." He greets. "I made some blueberry muffins for you, your highness. Also, the queen wants you to run a few errands for her in the market later today. I suggest you go and ask her what she wants you to do."

"I keep telling you Darryl, you can just call me Clay." I say. "Thank you for telling me, though. Thanks for the muffins!"