-_Forever and Always_- SBI ROYAL AU

3: Uncertainty

Tommy walked into the dinner hall, something already changing about him. His head was slightly bowed as he entered, his motions fluid, yet still sort of rigid and stiff at points. The youngest royal stopped a few metres away from the dinner table, almost bowing to his own family.

"Your Majestys, a pleasure" Tommy said his face completely blank and his voice almost monotone as he stared at the floor.

King Philza leaned fowards slightly as he spotted his youngest child, his once stubbly chin now encased in a fully fledged ginger-blonde beard. "Ah, Thomas my boy, you have finally arrived! We thought that you might have gotten lost, since you took a while! I see that you have managed to drag a mere guard along with you, now? Well, it is common to have a favirote peasant" Philza said his voice booming.

A tiny muscle in Tommys jaw tensed and un-tensed at his fathers words, it was the only sign of his rage. He drew in a deep breath before speaking his quiet voice echoing across the hall, "With all respect, my King. I do believe that I have the right to know why I have been requested to be here, sir. I admit that I was quite surprised by your summons, Majesty" Tommy said his tone was only something that could be described as neutral, thought a hint of anger shoes through for a second. Tommy quickly masked it with a fake smile.

The guard that had found him -BadBoyHalo- stood at the door, his arms pressed to his sides and his head bowed slightly out of respect for the royal family, thought it hid his surprise at how the youngest royal was behaving in front of his own family. Before he seemed sad, but light hearted mostly. Now he seemed like an emotionless husk that would spurt random polite words.

"Please, there is no needful any of those formalities around us, Thomas! We are you family. after all! Please, please sit with us now!" Philza said with a smile directed towards his youngest son, thought something in it seemed false, no Tommy was just being stupid. Though his face show. flicker of uncertainty mixed with quite a bit of confusion, though he quickly dismissed all of these thoughts and sat down in an empty seat to the right of Wilbur.

King Philza sighed softly and quickly clapped his hands twice, a few seconds later quite a few maids and castle stuff waltzed into the dinner hall, every single one of them holding dishes of food.

Soon, there was dishes and dishes of food laid out on silver plates all over the grand table and the staff where retreating from the dinner hall.

The four royals sat there in their chairs for a few minutes before Tommy decided to break he seemingly unbearable silence, "I want you to be straight with me for once, why am I here, really?"

King Philza laughed awkwardly before speaking g he voice almost strained, "You are my son, Thomas!"

Tommys first clenched into little tight balls under the table, his patience was about to snap. Returned his stormy grey eyes to meet his fathers bright blue ones, he drew in a deep breath before speaking in a rage filled tone, "Well, am I now then? Wow, well apparently I wasn't your son for THIRTEEN FUCKING YEARS!"

"YOU FUCKERS CANT EVEN REMEMBER HOW OLD I AM RIGHT NOW, HUH?! ALL OF YOU HAVE SPENT YOUR ENTIRE LIVES IGNORING ME, BELITTLING ME, MAKING ME A PRISONER IN EWHATS SUPPOSED TO BE MY OWN HOME! AND OUT OF THE BLUE YOU START CARING FOR ME? I CALL BULLSHIT ON THAT! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Tommy snapped, he let all of the rage, the anger, the hate, and the overwhelming sadness from all of the years he was ignored, shoved away and left alone to fend for himself out.

After a few more seconds the entire room lasted into silence, as his words rang out across the dinner hall Wilbur looked upon from the book he was reading a look of disbelief etched into his handsome features, Technoblade's firm grips on his dagger tightened and Philza sat there staring at his youngest son in complete shock as he finished screaming.

"Thomas..." Philza said soft his voice more strained by the second.

"DONT YOU FUCKING THOMAS ME YOU LANKY BASTARD!" Tommy screeched his voice cracking from disuse, he had finally had enough of their bullshit! The youngest royal stood up so quickly that his chair fell to the ground, breaking apart.

And then, he stormed from the dinner hall, making sure to slam the grand doors behind him.

The remains three royals shared a look, Wilburs brown eyes where wide in surprise and a bit of fear, Philzas icy blue ones where filled with anger and annoyance and Technos blood red eyes where filled with a sarcastic sort of amusement, "Well, that turned out to be quite the show, eh?" Technoblade said slowly.

Philzas lips thinned and he spoke with a distinct snarl like quality to his voice, "It did turn out to be quite a show, for you Technoblade! So why don't you go fetch your ever sooo amusing... brother  then?!"

Technoblade sighed loudly as he went to stand, once he did his tall slender yet stocky figure seemed to loom over the grand table and the other royals, his lips twitched slightly, his blood red eyes matching his faded almost white scars.

"I will do what I must, father" An with that he left the hall, leaving Wilbur and King Philza alone.

"Do not underestimate what I will do, I am your son, Father, and so is Theseus" Technoblade almost growled in his low voice, and with a flick of his long flowing cape he was gone, racing after his younger brother.

And now the great King Philza was sat on one of his many thrones, with Wilbur nearby.

"Uh.. so you know that the people are complaining about taxes, again? Funny huh.... I bet it must be taxing for the collectors..." Wilbur said smiling weakly.

"It must be" Philza said dryly.