Anarchy - Young Royals Season 2 / Continuation

Chapter 9 - We're Going Home

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Wille left the palace without saying goodbye. For all he cared, if that was the last time he was there, that would be fine by him. He carried his bags to the car, looking up at the towering monstrosity that imposed on the Swedish countryside, hoping to never see it again. As he reached the car, the driver approached opening the boot of the car and Wille put his bags in the back. Before the driver had the opportunity to do anything else, Wille had already opened the car door and was inside. For the first time in his life, he was challenging everything he had learnt. He was told to act a certain way, to never open your own car door, to never be seen slumping over, never to be seen as anything other than perfect. Sitting in the back of the car, he buckled himself in, put his earphones in and began to chew his thumbnail.

Driving away from the palace instantly soothed Wilhelm's anxiety. Looking at the palace shrink behind him opened doors for Wille that he never knew he could open. Was he ready to leave everything behind, to leave every responsibility that had been left to him by Erik? What would Erik say, would all this mean his death was being disrespected? Would leaving and not honouring his brother's legacy mean Wille would be disappointing him wherever he may be? Unwilling and unable to keep these thoughts inside, he pulled a small wire bound notebook from his pocket, along with the scrap of paper from his other pocket, and began to write. He rewrote what he had written that night by the lake, crossing things out, and rereading each word carefully. His plan on what to do beyond these scrawlings was vague, but he knew he had to get this out there. In every instance, however, his mind returned to Simon. How was he going to approach that? Would Simon even want this?

Once they were about an hour into the journey, he told the driver he wanted to make a stop before they got back to Hillerska. Rolling on, the country hills blurred into a blur of greens and browns. He noted every town, every hamlet they passed as he continued to write all of his feelings into his notebook. When the car approached Bjärstad, Wille started to direct the driver on where to go, learning forward and pointing to side streets and junctions towards Simon's place. When they finally arrived, butterflies filled Wille's stomach. He wondered if Simon was there. They pulled up at the entrance to the estate slowly, Wille keen to approach undetected. Walking up to the front door with the notebook in hand, he considered if this was the right thing to do. He wanted to hold Simon and never let go, to just look at him and tell him everything he felt, everything he wrote down. But his mind in that moment changed. He pulled the pen from his pocket, writing a note on the first page of the notebook, inserting the letter into the front cover, and posting it though the letterbox.

Driving away from Simon's house, Wille didn't know what to do with himself. He looks out the window, anxious about arriving back at Hillerska, with everyone looking at him like he would explode at any moment. He watched the snow glisten on the grass as he passed, watched kids being dragged by their parents out of their homes to go get the shopping in, couples walking their Labradors as they chat about what they are going to watch on telly that evening. He watched like he was trapped. He wanted that life. Simple, quiet. As they drove further towards Hillerska, the trees become more snow-covered, the lake became clearer. Recalling the icy mornings out on the lake with Simon, he closed his eyes, hoping that he could make more memories with him soon.

As they approached, he noticed all the cars outside the main building of the school, and half the student body being dropped off by their parents. As they pulled up, he unbuckled his seatbelt, took a shaky breath, and opened his door. Before the driver or the guards in the car behind him could have their say on the matter, he opened the boot, took his cases out, and closed it behind him. As he turned, he was greeted by Felice's smiling face.