Subtle Betrayal

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Yes it is I, the amateur highschool writer who finds their writing to be unbelievably cringy not to mention their over use of the comma and habit to rewrite sentences 50 times. So I've been on an extended break- again. Yes it was my mental health- I mean my sister was arrested yesterday and her three year old's birthday was today so I mean....... Don't do drugs is all I can say because damn it has had its toll on my entire family- even me but shh. Anywayyyyy how about we escape from our realities together by reading(or well writing) this shit attempt at some DEEP ANGSTY BOOK ABOUT SOME MYTHICAL FUCKING LAND WITH CHARACTERS FROM A VIDEOGAME...... ahem. Sorry I get like that sometimes... how about we get on with it- this "little message" has gone on for way too long. I'll update here and there so sometimes there will be an update the next day while another chapter won't come out for a month at most.... Depends. Until we talk again at the end of this chapter my loves 🤍//

It was a quiet walk home, a walk of shame some would say. Bennett played the scenario out in his head millions of times at this point and not a single one had ended in any other way than getting disowned from his adoptive family. This was awful and there was no changing nor fixing what had happened. "Sex..." Bennett was struggling to come with terms of said thing happening but the prince himself had even said it- someone like Razor to utter such a word was concrete evidence enough not to mention the inappropriate bruises littered across both men.

The farmer boy deeply sighed, why was he so attached to the prince in the first place after all. What had happened set aside I mean they were close friends but never that close. One's a noble prince and the other a grubby farmer, it's only expected that they could never really hang out as much as they wanted to. That's when it came to Bennett's mind, maybe this would have naturally blossomed into a relationship if they had been from the same social class. Even so it was a disturbing thought since, again, he had grown in a household where the royal family was despised for various reasons. Who was he to change their minds let alone ruin their plans when they were the very people who raised him, gave him a home and people to call family.

That bitter taste filled his mind once more. Bennett's pain of potentially messing up the friendship between him and the prince was easily replaced with pure hatred as he reentered the home, ready to tell him family the truth and allow this information to be used at the expense of that eyesore of a prince.

Men greeted the younger fellow as he sat at the worn down table. He stayed silent for a moment before expressing his regret for what had taken place and to apologize for allowing the prince into their homes. This inevitably led to the identity of the prince slipping out. The disbelief and unpleased expressions of his fathers soon turned to warm gracious smiles. Bennett was a slight frightened when one of his father's approached his chair until he was pulled into a warm hug. He did it, he's made them proud. They can freely fulfill their desires on the royal family and he could just enjoy the warmth and comfort of family.

The Camden family had a feast that night- well if you count buying some spices from the kingdom with what little money they had to celebrate the occasion considering that they for the most part were dirt poor. As much as Bennett enjoyed having a friend like Razor, he knew he could always find another and had one since he was young. Said friend went by the name Fischl even though everyone in the village knew her real name, Amy. When she suddenly started talking elegantly and wanted to be called by such a unique name everyone wondered why, she has her reasons is all they could really assume and got used to it. Fischl is an exceptional member of the adventures guild known for her investigative skills with the help of her companion Ozvaldo Von Hrafnavines, a night raven of the sorts.

Bennett glanced over at the oddly dressed girl and shot her a smile, getting one back in return. That's all he needed to reassure himself of his decision to out the prince to his family. He was content as he dug into the seasoned food on his plate as did everyone else at the table. An hour goes by before the one of the elder men clears his throat. "I think I've got an idea... Bennett make sure to listen, you're going to play a big role in this after all." ,He hastily told everyone at the table. Everyone looked at eachother a tad confused before finally giving the guy the spotlight. "So, That rascal thinks he can just come into our home anytime he wants when he knows and SEES what his "mother" has costed this village? Well he sure as hell is comfortable enough to even consider our son a FRIEND? Well. I think he should maybe feel what it's like to be lost and left to fend for yourself as the higher ups step all over you and take everything you have- anything you have left even." Everyone pretty much agreed and shared the same frustration as the father, paying much more attention now and occasionally cheering. "Bennett. Keep playing pretend with him- if it needs to be a rather inappropriate relationship I don't think any of us really care since it'll only make him more open to blindly following you around. You say he wants to explore the Waryha Woods? Well how about you take him through them- of course we're hoping you come back either empty handed or maybe with a dead body." Slyly said the man as cheers erupted from the other fathers at the table. Bennett nodded his head and even went to speak until some of his fathers started to blurt out some ideas. "Maybe the slut knows where some treasure is in the woods- too greedy for his own good.." "-right! I can't believe how idiotic a prince could be" "...-well it's not like he's blood related to them so no wonder he doesn't appear that often or even shows his face. The queens know how useless he is- hell, they could easily adopt some other child and people will fawn over it instead." "...hmm..... maybe one of us could sneak in and start running rumors around, yeah?" "The kid can't even talk! No wonder....... "

Bennett simply stayed quiet and let the adults talk among themselves as he ate the last spoonful of his meal then excused himself from the table so he could get some rest not to mention process the events that just took place. Fischl gently patted his shoulder in reassurance before departing from the Camden household herself.

"What have I gotten myself into...." Muttered the exhausted blonde as he laid back onto his broken bed, the bed completely falling to the floor as he did so. It was evident that the world was out to get him once again. I mean he doesn't have a choice but to listen to his fathers since he owes them so much for all of their gratitude and affection towards his wellbeing as they have raised him all of his life so far. That bitter taste returned to his mouth as he slowly drifted off into slumber, bitter pity for that dreaded prince and what would soon happen to his mental state.

Bennett awoke to something hard falling onto his head. Feeling for whatever it was on his face until he felt out four corners of a book. He should really move that shelf to a different wall rather than above his head with his luck. Bennett groaned in pain as he removed the book from his face and sat up, only to be met by.... Oz? Why would he be in Bennett's room? Did something happen? Is everyone okay? Is fischl okay?
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Idk you tell me Benny Boy. Heya again, yes this is the end of this chapter. Ya like it? Prolly not but hey I tried and felt bad for not posting in months. I'm grateful for the average 18- 20 readers I might have? I have no clue okay and I don't feel like getting my laptop out to check stats. So! I'll update this whenever but I'm not gonna force myself to keep writing when my creativity has worn down as it has right now, this minute, this second. It ends up making sporadic plot points that never go anywhere. Not spell checking because uh lazy? Tired? I'd say I'll update this in a few days or even tomorrow- or tonight if I think of something, okay? I love you and have a nice day/afternoon/night 🤍//

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