The prince's knight

Chapter 7: The worst duty.

My eyes slowly started to blink my eyes open as I rolled over and rubbed the sleepy mood off of my face. Once they were finally open, I was left on a shirtless dirty blonde man smiling at me.

"Good morning prince boy." I could feel the blood in my veins rushing straight towards my cheeks. I smiled and then turned to face the other way realising all I had covering my body were the bed sheets. A muscular arm gripped round me and emerald eyes appeared over my shoulder and after turning my head a single inch towards him lips were pressed against mine and his tongue was down my throat. I pulled away and rolled on top of him pinning him down. I pressed my index finger against his lips and whispered "I'm taking a shower now get dressed."

"I'd rather join you." His smirk was growing every second.

"No." I said rolling my eyes at him. The cool drip of the water refreshed my skin ready for whatever the day was going to bring. After spraying my deodorant and forcing Clay to get dressed, I walked to the throne room to hear the call of duties (a list of everybody's jobs for the day) from the king (my dad).

"David, horse training. Henry, sparring. Mavis, bakery. George, speech to the Public. Clay, George's bodyguard as usual." I could recognise Clay's smirk from a mile away.

"What's put you in such a smiley mood today Clay?" Sweat was building up on my face. My dad couldn't know about us yet.

"Just a special somebody." He said knowing I wasn't prepared. A wave of fear suddenly washed over me as I realised the duty I'd been given: speeches to the citizens. 

I was pacing in my chambers trying to decide what to say - I'd always been terrible with speaking to the public. I sat back down at my desk with my quill tapping my temples waiting for an idea. Startling me, a note slid under my door. 'How's speech writing going?' I assumed it was from Clay and wrote on the back 'terrible.' then slid it back under. 'Anything I can do to help?' I thought for a second. 'A kiss?' The paper slid back under the door. A few seconds later it swung open and Clay found his way to my window seat beckoning me onto his lap. How could I resist? After a few minutes of joy, the perfect idea hit me.