Sun and Moon

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(Roman's POV)

I sit at my desk attempting to finish my studies. My father was not at all happy when the guards brought me back and told him where they found me. He told me it was not something that a Prince should be doing. He told me a 'Prince should be trying to grow the kingdom at all costs, not mingling with commoners'. And because of my actions....

I now sit at my desk with four books of which I must read and understand by tomorrow or, as my father said, 'I shall have your head on a stake to place outside my window'. 

God he is infuriating.

"Knock knock." A mischievous voice called out from behind me. I turn to see my friend Remy leaning against a bed post holding what I assumed to be my lunch. I took a breath before masking my sorrow with a grand smile.

"Ah yes! If it isn't my favorite man servant!" Remy scoffs.

"I am more than just a 'man servant'" He made quotations in the air after setting my food on my desk, "call me that again and I'll fight you good sir." I chuckle.

"Oh my dear Remy. Like you could actually beat me in a fight. You would be to afraid of me touching your precious coffee or your majestic hair." Remy quickly uses a hand to shield his hair.

"Touch my hair and you will lose a hand," He said very serious like. I chuckled and turned back to my desk, eyeing the tray of food placed by my books. Remy move over to be beside the tray, "You're lunch. I had the cooks prepare some of your favorites. Seemed like you could use some cheering up. But...." The sassy man picks up a small mug on the tray and takes a sip, "this is mine." I roll my eyes while Remy goes and sits on my bed, making himself right at home.

If my father saw this behavior, I and Remy would surely be beaten. But neither of us could care. You are only in trouble if you get caught.

We sat in silence for a while; Remy drinking his beloved coffee and me sitting and eating my lunch. I will say, it did cheer me up a bit. Breaking the silence, Remy spoke up.

"Alright Prince man. Spill. What happened outside the walls." I turn and look at him quizically.

"I don't understand what you are referring to?" He rolls his eyes.

"Don't even try to play dumb with me. Something happened out there. I can see it on your face." Instantly, my eyes stare at the floor and My hands attempt to hide my slightly blushing face as the image of the violet eyed boy steals my thoughts once more, "Was there someone trying to kill you? Did you see someone you used to know? A dog? Did you help a maiden in distress?" Remy continues to fire questions as I shake my head.

"Did you meet someone? Did you meet a pretty girl? Maybe a pretty boy?" He was going to continue until he looked at me and saw my face, still hidden, turning a darker shade, "Aha! It was a boy! You met a boy outside the walls didn't you? Were they cute? Oh my gosh tell me everything." I sigh.

"Yes. I met a boy." Remy is sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for the next part of my story to leave my lips, only, that really was the end of the story. I look at him awkwardly before finding my twiddling thumbs quite interesting.

"That's it?!" The sarcastic man exclaimed, "At least tell me his name?"

"Can't"

"And why is that?" I lean back in my chair and shut my eyes.

"Because he never gave it to me." There was more quiet between us until the bed squeaked from someone getting up.

All of a sudden I had a feather pillow hitting me in the face.

"What was that for?" I shouted while jumping up from my chair. Remy continued his violent use of the pillow.

"Because," hit, "you," hit, "Didn't," hit, "Get," hit, "his," hit, "name!" The pillow slammed into my face once more before being dropped to the floor. Remy sat on the floor breathing heavily, "Ya know sometimes you can be a really big idiot." I try not to laugh.

"I know. I know. But I did try to get his name. He just refused to give it me," I sighed staring off, "It just makes him more intriguing. It was the eyes that pulled me in. Those beautiful, violet eyes. Every time I shut mine I see his. It's like they have been burned into the back of my mind or something." 

It was a while before I broke out of my slight trance and looked down at Remy who was trying not to laugh.

"Oh my gosh you are like the main character out of a teen romance. You're a walking lovesick guy. Dude you just met him!" 

"I don't understand what you are saying." Remy rolled his eyes and stood up, pillow in hand.

"You," hit, "just," hit, "met" hit, "him!" I was able to grab the pillow before it hit me once more.

"I know I just met him. I'm just saying I can't forget his eyes."

"That's how it starts. Dude you are so screwed."

I don't really understand what he is trying to say. I'm screwed? How can I be screwed? It's just his eyes. That's it.

There's nothing else.

I only just met him....

And probably won't see him again. I need to forget about him and work on what really is important.

Forget him.

Forget...

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Ok I know this is probably not the best chapter in the world but hey! Remy!! Wooooo!!!

Anyways thank you all again for reading this. I hope you are liking it as much as I'm having fun writing it

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Until next time

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