The Unseen Prince

A new playmate

Bennett silently waited for any comment from the prince to show some sign of him being conscious. Already feeling the headache of taking care of a mute prince coming on. Luckily enough the other male shifted his leg and slowly blinked his drowsy eyes.
"Did..I d-do...som..som....somethi..ng? I-" ,he went on to further question but sure enough he was stopped by Bennett's damp hand firmly pressing against his mouth, only acting in secondhand embarrassment. This slightly offended Razor yet, why did he just lay there and if anything feel more comfortable to be laying on Bennett's warm abdomen. A guy who thus far has been out of the picture for about a month. Maybe it was the way he depended on Bennett for affection and affirmation. Maybe he was being easily manipulated, who knows.

"Hey." ,the farmer abruptly spoke to cut the tension between the two men. Hearing his gentle voice eased his mind of any and all thoughts, giving all of his attention to Bennett. "I'm.... Sorry for leaving. If I had known that this would have happened then I would have stayed- truly. But....",he whispered as his hands slowly found the prince's own. He brought their hands together above the other male's chest, a thumb gently caressing the intertwined hands. Their hands interlocked perfectly as if they were made just for eachother and no one else. "I will never leave again. I promise, just, give me time.", with that he ended the conversation with a kiss to the forehead. Razor yearned to reply, to keep the conversation going with so many unanswered questions yet to be discussed.

A sigh left his lips as he watched his window of opportunity slowly disappear. Bennett released his hands from their temporary position rather wrapping his arms around the other male's waist. He sat up, carefully pulling the prince up along with him. His only intention was to move into a more comfortable position for washing the prince's hair. So here sat two naked men, one applying soap to the other's thick hair and the other struggling to stay awake.

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Meanwhile, An elven girl walked alongside a blond haired woman in the castle's courtyard. The pair held hands as they conversed on their little stroll. "..Oh, oh- and then I defeated the evil Queens and the entire kingdom celebrated with a big big feast- with deshelled crab! Aren't you proud of Klee?",she asked the woman in excitement. A chuckle escaped the lips of the queen, "You did- You had quite the dream Klee! I'm very proud that you were able to defeat them all by yourself and save the kingdom." ,She replied with a smile. The pair were none other than the wayward child herself, Klee alongside one of the queens- Jean.

Klee shot her a wide smile before letting go of Jean to begin excitedly jumping up and down, The Queen applauding the girl. The more time she spent with Klee the more she regretted how she raised her actual son and how things would have been if she had spent more time with the now distant prince. Though Jean would always stop herself from reminiscing on the past before Klee could notice and grow concerned, or worse feel self conscious. The queen did take her wife's concern over their son to heart but as more of an insult than suggestion so she simply spent more time with the young elf girl to ignore what would be her biggest mistake.

Klee noticed how silent the woman had become since the small celebration, itching to ask if she had done something and if Jean was okay. "...Hello? Is Jean okay?" The queen looked over at the young girl with a small smile. Unable to speak she quietly nodded before continuing to walk ahead in silence. The woman had many things on her mind and decided then and there that she had to get away from Klee until she could tolerate her thoughts and the child's behavior on her own. A confused Klee brushed it off, catching up to Jean to continue story telling.

Jean knocked on the door to her wife's study, a smile filled with unease sat on her pale face. Lisa opened the door with a confused look before looking down to see Klee. "Hon.... You know I can't watch her today- I have to get to the library." ,she hastily explained clutching onto the strap of the satchel that stung across her shoulder. The witch wore her usual purple dress to work, leaving her crown and her responsibilities as a queen behind along with the fancy dresses that came with the role. Jean knew when it was a work day for her partner when she wore said dress accompanied by her signature hat. "I know but... today isn't a good day- besides I need to check on Razor's penmanship. I don't want to get in trouble for papers looking out of place." ,The queen pleaded but only received an eye roll. "Look I got to go... if you're so worried then maybe you should do it yourself? Love, I really care about you and all but this is the responsibility you took up. You're the one who offered Alice-", Lisa raised her tone before getting cut off by her significant other. "-Okay, Okay! I get it but..... what am I supposed to do?"

The two women took passive jabs at eachother as they argued, leaving Klee to hear it all. She clenched her little fists before scurrying off to go find someone else to play with. The young girl didn't like hearing arguments, it always made her uncomfortable when she was brought into them and had to pick sides. With a bounce in every step, the feather of her hat would wave as she bravely explored the giant hallways of the castle. Every now and then a maid would stop to ask if she needed help and with every question hurled at her she would brush it off with her excuse, "I'm on an adventure- I must save the kingdom and slay the dragon.... Shhhh it's close", then would run off giggling.

Her rose eyes were drawn to a certain door with some paper stuck to it. Klee ran further down the hall to said door, standing on the tip of her toes once close enough before desperately reaching up for the paper. She was able to grab hold of the paper before her knees buckled and sent her flying back flailing her arms. The elf landed on her rear out of pure instinct of usually having a backpack full of bombs on her back. Luckily she wasn't allowed to carry her backpack of bombs in the castle but that really didn't matter now that her arse was aching. Klee rose back up to her feet, patting herself off in annoyance. Clouded by frustration she had completely forgot about the paper for a moment before seeing it lying on the ground near her foot. In that moment she read it, 'Sunday morning, pick up papers and deliver them to her highness. Thank you.' Klee eyed the paper in confusion since she didn't remember the last time she heard the queen asking about papers except for recently when the two queens were at each other's throats.

Out of pure curiosity the little girl cracked the door open and peered inside expecting some sort of storage room or a monster that could create paper but instead she was met by the sight of two men in what appeared to be a bedroom. One with long grey hair and bloody bandages wrapped around his chest sat in a chair with his head tilted towards the ground, more than likely resting. The other male had dirty blonde hair with tips that appeared burnt, only wearing undergarments and a white long sleeve. He appeared to be removing the bandages from the resting male yet he held a handheld blade in one hand staring at the other with pitiful viridescent eyes. Klee was worried for the resting male and unintentionally began to eavesdrop on the two. She held her mouth to stop from being heard gasping when the blonde male raised the hand with the blade, seemingly about to stab the unconscious individual.
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No comment on this chapter, imma update it soon but I'm too distracted watching one piece so uh talk to ya in a few days or week. See ya