Selected Prince

Chapter 2

For dani_rmor

I stretched my arms above my head, reaching up towards my pillows so my back popped. I rolled on my side, keeping my eyes closed. I felt like I was sleeping on a cloud. I sat up in the bed with a gasp. I swear I fell asleep on the floor last night. How did I get in bed? I shrugged and fell back with a bounce. I couldn't stop my giggle. This was so amazing. Like a wonderful dream. I was sitting back up with the covers pulled up on my chin when someone knocked on my door.

"Come....in?" I didn't know if I was suppose to say it that way. It felt wrong. I watched Scott walk in. He cleared his throat to cover his laugh.

"If you don't mind me saying, Prince, your hair is quite comical." I pulled down on my bangs so it was better. This was so embarrassing.

"Do you know how I got on my bed?" His eyes widened and he suddenly fell in a bow.

"I'm sorry, Prince. I thought you fell out."

"Please stop calling me that." It felt so weird. I didn't see myself being above Scott. I saw him as a person. It's really hard to explain. "So you put me in the bed? Okay. I thought I was going crazy." I looked at him still hunched over in a bow. "You can stop that."

"Of course." Scott straightened up. I looked over his elegant armor.

"Do you have to wear that? It looks awfully uncomfortable." His knuckles hit against it with a metal ting.

"It is. But I represent what my king wants me to." I got out of the bed, bringing the covers with me.

"What if I ask you to wear normal clothes unless for a special event?"

"Is that a command?" I shook my head.

"I'm just asking to make you more comfortable." I pulled my hair down nervously. The way he was speaking to me....it felt wrong. I'm a normal orphan boy. I didn't grow up in this life. I'm not use to it. I glanced up at my mother and father's painting. Scott glanced back at them.

"They were very nice people."

"You knew them?" I watched as he began unhinging his armor.

"I was there when you were born. I didn't really understand it but- I'm sorry, Prince. I'm bringing up lost memories."

"No. It's fine. I want to hear about them." I sat on the edge of the bed like I was expectedly waiting for him to continue. I watched as the chest piece was gently placed on the ground. He looked so much more relaxed. No longer ridged because of that armor keeping him up. "How old were you?"

"I was about three. And your father was very kind to me. He used to give me sweets. These small butterscotch candies that the princess used to give him." I had to pat the bed next to him to get him to sit down. He reluctantly took it. He was so awkward in his actions. At least when he was around me.

"Were you there when my dad died?"

"I wasn't. He wouldn't let me near him." I hummed. I didn't know what to say. Scott didn't seem to have much contact with my mom. It was always my dad.

"So, you're twenty?" He nodded his response. "You don't feel comfortable, do you?"

"I'm not sure how to act casually around royalty. Apologies." He nodded his head in a slight bow. I grabbed his face in my hands.

"Stop doing that. It's weird." I pulled my hands away when I realized what I was doing. "I-I'm sorry." I looked down on the strings on his shirt. One was out of its loop. "Can I-"

"Excuse me?" I pointed towards the string.

"Can I fix it?" He gave me a curt nod. Then he watched my hands shake as they came forward to loop the string through the small cut in the shirt. I could see his body tensed as my finger accidentally brushed against his skin. His skin was pale and soft to the touch. This officially became more awkward. I pulled my hand away with a blush.

"You know that you have to pick a suitor, right?" He closed his eyes in frustration. "I....I needed to remind you that you are meeting possible suitors tomorrow." He stood up from the bed. He grabbed his discarded armor from the ground easily and waltzed out of the room. I noticed after the distance was between us that he got more comfortable.

"Goodbye, Scott." He looked like he was about to bow before he stopped himself.

"Goodnight, my Prince." I sighed quietly, falling back on my bed. Why the hell did I do that to him? Why the hell do I have to pick a suitor? I shouldn't have to get married. But then, I can understand. I wasn't around to learn about my position into royalty. Someone who was born into this would make everything easier. They would teach me. But I don't want to get married.

"Ugh! Why?!" I rolled until I was wrapped into the sheets like a man being constricted by a snake. Most people who are royal are dicks. I disappeared further into the covers. Then I fell asleep.

I dreamt about a knight. My knight coming to my rescue. But I could never be with him and I was left alone.