Capes and Crowns. (TomTord Royalty AU)

Chapter 7; Something Fun.

After Tom and Tord got into their own rooms and washed up for the day, they headed downstairs for lunch.

They got into trouble for missing breakfast, but other than that, no one seemed to notice that they were gone for the night.

Egil was still sick and Queen Kjersti hadn't stepped out of her room since last night, but luckily, the elite medical team was already assembled and working with the king.

Tord skipped his tutoring lessons with Pat, having missed the knight's training session as well.

Tom and Tord were planning on doing something together after dinner, but now alone in his room, Tom had a thousand thoughts running through his mind.

He told Tord he was sent here to kill him- yes. And it was relieving. But what did that mean for his mission? Was he just supposed to do it anyway? And what about the king- Should he tell Tord he was responsible for that too?

But what about his monster form? Tord didn't care at all. In fact, he was so comfortable he petted him. A lot.

So, to get things straight, everyone Tom grew up with and loved were all so terrified of him that they threw rocks at him and banished him from their village; But Tord only needed to interact with him for a few minutes before thinking he was just the same as when he was human.

'God,' Tom thought, laying on his bed with his arms crossed behind his neck, 'I haven't met anyone that crazy in my life.'

Said crazy guy was also in his room, staring out of his balcony window. Tom noticed it when they climbed out of the 'secret room' window- but Tord's room was cold.

His bedroom was huge- but huge in the sense that it was vast. There was a red-clothed bed against the wall, with a flowy canopy and a dark oak frame. There was a desk beside it, an open balcony entrance on the opposite side, a closed wardrobe, and then an upheld crown. And that was just it. Nothing personal about the room, just necessities.

Tom could feel lonesome in this room, and it felt cold. And it felt cold to watch Tord walk through it like this space wasn't a reflection of him at all.

But that passed. Tord didn't hang out in his room very often- but since he was avoiding his nosy tutor, he stuck it out here for now.

He wasn't thinking about much as he watched over the courtyard he'd been watching his entire life, but more so, he was feeling. He was feeling something adjacent to desperation, maybe loneliness- or rather, anticipation for something unwanted.

He didn't want these days to be over but he could already see the end. He felt this way when Edd's father died- knowing his buddy was going to move on from him. It was like he was graduating from prince hood, something which Tord wanted to stay in forever.

But now he wasn't sure why he was feeling this way. Was it because he was going to be a king, or because Tom was going to 'graduate' from him too?

He couldn't be sure.

A knock on the door shook him out of his thoughts, letting him walk to the door and open it.

"Ah, good evening, Kim." he hummed, his maid giving a polite bow in response.

"Good evening, your highness. Queen Kjersti has requested dinner be served to the doors, once again."

Tord's smile dissolved. "She hasn't stepped out of her room... Has she?"

Kim awkwardly shook her head no. Tord sighed and averted his eyes from her, letting his hand down.

"W-Well, besides that, we have your dinner." She stuttered, giving an attempted grin as she stepped aside. One of the other maids presented him with a bed table with a platter on it, giving him a bow. He took it from her, nodding back.