A royal tale

Chapter 1- Prologue

Roman woke up.

The sun softly shining on his face, the birds chirping their sweet melodies, looking for partners and friends, and Roman threw his alarm clock across the room...

Great, I wish I hadn't woken up.

Yesterday his mother had told him that they needed to speak, which never meant any good, his mother was the devil herself.

No offence that is.

He didn't know how his father had somehow dealt with her bullshit for 28 years, then again, he was never happy around his wife.

Whenever he noticed she was there, he'd change into a new person, it didn't matter if he was in a go lucky mood, cracking jokes and laughing, a frown would instantly set on his face.

After a while Roman had figured out that the "no divorce unless the queen approves" rule was what kept him there, why his mother didn't want to divorce a clearly unhappy man was beyond what Roman could comprehend.

Talking about how much everyone hated his mother, everyone loved Roman's dad, he was sweet and kind and had magnificent manners, just overall and amazing person who does amazing things, a thing he had made sure to install in his children.

All good natured in how they acted around others, but alone the three were a force of chaotic nature.

His dada also looked good, which thank god Roman, Remy and Remus had inherited, Roman wouldn't know how to act if every time he looked at himself he was reminded of his wicked witch of a mother, opposed to his loving dad.

He was insanely lucky with that.

He threw some clothes on, not bothered to dress all regal and such, it was a hassle and a waste of time.

He grabbed his red and black hoodie, and began walking down the stairs to his mother's room.

The halls had pillars perfect spaced out, banners of the nation, Topias's, flag placed in between, various shades of orange and red in perfectly measured lines and rectangles.

He silently walked over to his mother's room, he hated going in there, he always felt cornered, like there'd be no escape.

He knocked on the door 3 times, afterwards he stood up as straight as a ruler (the straightest he ever would be).

The heavily detailed golden door handle slowly turned down, dread filling Roman.

He was met with the smiley face of his mother, she wore a ball-gown esc dress made of emerald green silks all beautifully layered, golden ribbons delicately adding the the beautiful dress.

Her hair was an a warm shade of brunette, painstakingly done up in a perfect bun, with plaits and swirls.

Perfect hair framing her face, which was carefully and precisely done, like an oil painting, with perfect emerald eyes framed with eyeliner, her eyeshadow fading from green to gold, her face lacked of any blemishes, perfectly smooth.

Something about that perfectness scared Roman, and he didn't know why, perhaps it was him thinking he was less, beneath and helpless to her commands and orders.

Or maybe it was the fear that if he didn't hold himself to the same standard, something would happen.

He silently walked in, his mother, as always, closing the door behind him, closing him in.

"So, I've got some news." A perfectly sickening smile perched brightly on her face, the problem Roman had with it was that it felt so real.

So genuine.