ꋊꄲ꓄ ꋬ ꒒ꄲ꒦ꏂ ꇙ꓄ꄲꋪꌦ- ꋬ ꋊꏂꅐ꓄ꂵꋬꇙ ꇙ꓄ꄲꋪꌦ

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 6: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔡

       Thomas sat patiently on a wooden bench in front of the prince's chambers. His foot tapped nervously below him, the sound echoing quietly against the walls. That morning had been a flurry of emotions, he went from joking and having fun, to the anger bubbling over the pot of his mind, so badly he had to be pulled back from the one who caused it. 

After he had made it to his room and crashed into one of the grey cots laid out for him he could only manage to stare at the blank white wall, the sound of the castle above him along with the buzzing in his ears. The words that played over in his head were nothing compared to the things he felt; anger, hatred, shame, the feelings that made you want to scream and die at the same time. He had laid there for what felt like hours, unbothered when his friend walked in and sat on the cot facing him. 

Neither of them said anything even when a palace guard came to escort him to his new job with the prince a few levels up, Minho had just nodded giving him a small smile before the door blocked him from view. Back up the winding passages, upstairs and through doorways until they reached the bench he would sit quietly at for the next few hours. He hadn't asked many questions on the way there and the guard had only explained the basics to him;

Do what the prince asks.

Get him out of his night problems at any cost.

Do NOT bother the Queen, Prince, or Princess about anything that will prevent them from performing any of their duties.

Do not mention any details of the prince's condition to anyone outside the royal family this has to stay quiet.

Thomas had stayed quiet as he was briefed on this, only giving slight nods to show he was listening, he had bid the man farewell, all he knew of the man is that his name is Jorge and is the prince's assigned guard during any emergency. 

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When he finally heard footsteps from the hallway it was late evening and his stomach growled quietly a feeling he was too familiar with. The small boy appeared from around the corner his eyes darting around nervously as if something would attack him. He smiled when he saw Thomas and his pace quickened and he was in front of him within seconds.

" I'm so glad it's you and not someone else," Newt said still smiling

Thomas blushed at his words and fiddled with the edge of his shirt. Newt looked over his face before speaking again 

" Are you ok? You were upset when I last saw you."

Thomas felt his heart warm at these considerate words and took a few seconds to realize he was supposed to answer.

" oh... um I'm fine now, Gally's just being a shuck-face and I overreacted and um.. yeah I'm good"

The prince looked happy at his response before opening his door and walking inside with Thomas trailing behind.  

The room was smaller than Thomas would have imagined, with the only furniture being the medium-sized bed, a desk, closet, and bookshelf. A big window overlooking the garden took most of the far wall, and two doors leading elsewhere stayed closed near the desk.

Newt jumped on his bed the blankets enveloping him, making his body disappear.  When he sat up again Thomas still hadn't left the doorway, not knowing what to do now. Newt gestured for him to come in,

" Your room is over there," He said pointing to the doorway on the right " and that leads to the washroom" pointing to the left, " your room is where Liz used to sleep but now she sleeps somewhere else."