.Bow down and kiss the hand.

.Bestfriends.

"Im home!"exclaimed Darryl.His siblings came rushing into his arms hugging him.
they all chuckled and Darryl started preparing dinner,he hummed a song making some stew wearing his apron.

"Dar"said his brother arising from the hallway"

"hmm?"hummed Darryl glancing quickly at his brother but continuing cooking.

"who was that man you were talking to?"he asked tilting his head.

"wha-"said Darryl confused but it quickly shot him.

"Oh well he was just a friend,walking me home!"he quickly answered.

"oh okay!could he visit us someday?"he added.

"of course..!"

after that Darryl finished making stew and placed it on the dinning table."eat up"
they sat down and started eating.

"Dar could we feed the ducks tomorrow"said the sister.

He thought for a moment and remembered they had spare bread in the cabinet,that is past its date.

"mhm"

Darryl cleaned up the dishes and the table after everyone ate and he went to grab some water from the local well.

he took a large bucket and headed outside to the well.

He noticed everybody there was bowing down. he was at the back and hes quite a short guy so he started jumping to see what the chaos was,the he noticed.

King Ahmed was walking checking up the village with his son Zak they were protected by knights,just incase a assassin as around.Zak looked quite bored he wanted to go back home and take a bath.He then noticed Darryl and smirked he waved at him and Darryl waved back shocked that Prince Zak still remembers him.

King Ahmed noticed and gave a glance at both of them,he then put down Zaks hand.He sighs and whispers to Zak.

"We can't trust the peasants,zak"

Zak looked offended and went up to darryl shoving the others lightly.

"hello daniel?darold?"

"its Darryl"they chuckled.

"yeah,yeah thats too hard to remember how about...I give you nickname."

"uhh sure...i don't think we should be talking publicly infront of people"whispered Darryl into the prince's ear staring at King Ahmed,smiling st him trying to ease the tension.

"oh yeah.."Zak looked at his father and took Darryls hand and ran into the forest.

what is going on?
why is he holding my hand?
where are we running?

They make eye contact whilst running and they both blush slightly.

"uhh where are we going...?"Darryl asked slightly concerned.

"you'll see just trust me."smirked Zak.

They finally stopped running and they seem to be in-front of a lake,the water was clear,the trees were swishing through the wind,the birds chirping making a nice song.

"wow....this is beautiful"Darryl mumbled in shock.

"mhm my mother used to take me here,she would sit with me and brush my hair out of my face and would kiss me on the cheek."sighed Zak.

"used to?"asked Darryl.

"yeah,she doesn't have time anymore,she's always with my sister and forgets about me.funny story she actually once locked me out forgetting i wasn't home!"he tried smiling but Darryl could see his lips quiver and his eyes turning glossy.

he hesitates but he decides to grab Zaks face and rubs his cheek with his thumb,swiping the tear away.Zak smiled and took that hand and held it closer to his face basically snuggling with it.

This was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Every day Zak and Darryl would meet up at the same lake,talking about stories and their future together.

Slowly they became best friends and they knew each other better then their families.

"hey how about you meet my family like properly?"asked Zak staring into Darryls eyes twirling his fingers.

"oh sure...will they like me though i mean im just a poor boy with no parents,and your a handsome rich prince."Darryl blurted out kind of leaving Zak stunned.

"im sure they will,how about you come to the royal ball next saturday it will be a perfect time to meet them."he said smiling.

they said goodbye and went to their homes.

Zak entered the palace and greeted his father.

"dont talk to him."his father said without an explanation.

"what?"

"dont talk to the peasant boy,he is rottng your head."said the king.

Zak started getting defensive saying that Darryl was the only one who understood him and isn't using him like the women who he was ment to marry.

"hes going to come to the royal ball next week whether you like it or not."yelled zak heading to his room.

"fine but he will have to be a butler!maybe ill give him a chance."said the king reconsidering the boy.

Back at Darryls house

what do i do?i have no fancy clothing. he thought and sighed he went up to his room and sat on the bed knitting himself a hat since winter was coming soon.

An hour has passed and he started to get tired and dosed off to sleep with the knitting in his hands.He was drooling a little his glasses falling to the tip of his nose and his head was tilted.He was snoring and heard something knocking at his window.