You are royal pain

CHAPTER 2

Damien

I had woken up early in the morning as per usual. My blinds were closed because I always hated being awoken by the brightness of the sun in the morning. I always preferred to be more dignified and wake up when I set my alarm.

I rolled out of bed with a groan. My dark brown hair was a mess as usual and I once again groaned in annoyance when I got up. I usually hated mornings, and by usually I actually meant I always hated mornings.

I walked over to my long mirror that was standing against the wall reluctantly. Whenever I saw myself in the morning I always looked at myself with disgust. I couldn't ever be seen like that.

I wore plaid pyjama pants with the colour scheme of navy blue and green along with no shirt that displayed my well toned body and abs.

As a royal I must stay in shape and be well presented to the kingdom. I of course don't mind this whatsoever. It usually gets me enough attention and staying in shape helps me feel better about myself even though I may be a little down sometimes.

Once I scanned my appearance in the mirror fully I walked over to my calendar and checked the day. There was only a total of three days until I met the prince of the Triton Kingston and in all honesty I was quite excited.

I've seen a picture of the boy and he seemed decent. One of the "I must do everything my parents tell me to do'' types of boys but decent enough. But besides, if he was a goody two shoes I could easily change that.

I was usually the one to act out. Of course not in public, i can't afford to make the king and queen's reputation bad..but it's ok to be a little rebellious once in a while. Unfortunately though, marrying this boy was not the case.

His name was Henry. I didn't really care of course. He was cute and he probably already figured out how this marriage was going to work so of course everything would be on proper terms.

I then walked over to my wardrobe and opened the top drawer. I pulled out a white turtle neck along with black pants, black dress shoes and some round sunglasses.

I wasn't leaving the castle nor meeting anyone important so i was free to wear what i wished. However, when I met Henry I knew I had to wear a suit and he would have to do the same.

We had to be civilized men and pretend to enjoy each other's company to protect both of our kingdoms. I was preparing for this my entire life so none of this came as a shock but it was still rather nerve racking.

I knew the three days to myself would most likely go too quickly for my liking. The castle would bug me with a bunch of stuff to do. And perhaps it will go at an agonizingly slow pace but by the end of my many tasks it will be the end of the day as well and i don't think i'm completely prepared for the treacherous path before me.

I walked down a large row of stairs. With each step you could hear the clacking of my shoes hitting the wooden stairs. The staircase was quite grand in reality. But of course it was mostly for show. Royals and guests were the only ones to walk along these corridors and everyone else had to take the servant passages.

I of course never minded these unfortunate circumstances because they weren't happening to me. And perhaps that made me sound incredibly rude and snobby but i didn't care. Some of the workers actually deserved it. However, a few were quite kind and I enjoyed playing a good game of cards with them.

My life was interesting. Interesting isn't the best word to describe it though. Unfair is more of an accurate way to describe my living style. I just never really got to do what I wanted.

I walked into the kitchens where I saw one of my favourite people in the castle. It was a woman who stood about 5'3 and she was a chef. She was very independant and she never let anyone speak down to her and I admired that.