Anarchy - Young Royals Season 2 / Continuation

Chapter 2 - It Takes a Fool to Remain Sane

 As the entourage of cars pulled up to the palace, Wille looked up with dread. The thought of weeks spent in a massive house with his parents without Erik, or Simon for that matter, was unbearable. Before he had even stepped onto the cobbled driveway, servants were collecting his bags from the back of the car. Stuck in his own thoughts, he followed them inside. His mother welcomed him, his father no where to be seen.

"Where's dad?"

"Oh, he's somewhere around here. How was the car ride?"

"Fine." And with that, Wille walked further in, leaving his mother behind. He wanted to be alone. On the way up to his bedroom, he noticed the door to Erik's room was ajar. He hasn't been in there since before he died. He approached, slowly opening the grand oak door. Inside, everything was exactly as it once was. His favourite chair in the corner looking out over the lake still sitting there, untouched. The four poster bed tidy and neat. Photos on cabinets of happy memories. Wille couldn't face being there, so left the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Wille reached his room, where he had grown up. Where he had thought about his life, his family, his friends. All he could think of now was the boy who consumes every waking moment. He walked towards the towering windows, overlooking rolling hills and spectral landscapes. He wondered what Simon would say, probably that heating this room must be a nightmare in the winter with the high ceilings. He'd be right, it was always cold. Wille's fingers reached for the window, tapping on them slowly. Preoccupied, he sings...

"Give me the chance to break down the walls of attitude... It takes a fool to remain sane... Stuck in my brain it kept me sane for a couple of years..."

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Simon and Sara left the churchyard with their mum, keen to begin their Christmas break. Or at least that's what they said. Sara wanted nothing more than to be at Hillerska, and Simon wanted nothing more than to have those moments with Wille again, something he may never get. Upon arriving home, Simon went into his room without a word. He knew he had done the right thing, but wanted to scream from the rooftop that he loved Wille too, loud enough that Wille could hear it from the palace. Instead, he fed Olle, Oski, Felle, and the rest. Opening the lid and scooping the food in, he wanted to jump in there with him. Simple lives, not knowing what else is out there. Blissful ignorance. He wished he had never spoken to Wille, that he stayed in his old school with Rosh and Ayub, that none of this has happened. But he wouldn't change it for the world.

He couldn't stay there and let Wille take up one more space in his mind. He pulled out his phone to text Rosh and Ayub, suggesting they all go out for pizza. An hour later, Rosh and Ayub arrived at his house, and they drove away together. Hugging onto Rosh, he couldn't help his mind from wandering, thinking about Wille, what he was up to. Would he be at the palace by now? No, he mustn't think about Wille. He focussed his mind on what topping he would get, and nothing else.

Sitting in the pizza place felt like old times. Before Hillerska. Before Wille. It felt good. Yes, the occasional person glanced at him knowingly, but that didn't stop Simon from enjoying being out with his friends.

Rosh came back from refilling her drink. "So, Simon, what's up? What's going on with Wille"

And just like that, reality came rushing in. "Wille has gone home. It'll work itself out."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rosh inquired.

"No, lets not let that stupid prince ruin the mood! Rosh, how's soccer practice been with the ice and everything?" Ayub saved Simon from having to delve any deeper into his own thoughts. He just wanted life to be simple, be easy. But he knew it was never going to be simple again. Oh Wille, why do you take up so much head space...