2:56 AM || Wilmon Fanfic || Young Royals

Chapter 12

"What do you need to say?" She asks with a slight saltiness in her tone. 

"It's about Sara. Just promise you won't get super mad at her."

"Oh god. Just tell me."

"Okay so you know how August leaked the video?"

"Yeah, I know."

"So, Sara knew too. And she kept it from me. I think her and August might have something between them."

"What?" Her voice wasn't mad or salty but saddened and disappointed.

"August let it slip the other day. I don't know if she planned on telling you or what, but I thought you should know."

"Oh my god, that's why she always gets so uncomfortable when I talk about him.  I knew it. Ever since he kissed her in the stables, she's been acting weird."

"They kissed in the stables?" I ask, probably rather loudly since Wilhelm squeezed my hand and Felice startled a little.

"She didn't tell you?" Felice asked.

"No. Oh my god. Sara and August kissed? And she has the fucking audacity to tell me that we don't keep secrets." I turn to look at Wilhelm. "Wilhelm, I need to talk to Sara."

"Right now?" He questions.

"Yes, right now."

"Okay. Bye Felice! See you later!" He says as I drag him away.

We walk around for a little trying to find Sara, but it seems like she's nowhere. Class starts soon, so me and Wilhelm start walking. We walk into the room and Sara's sitting there, with Madison. They're talking away. I wonder if she knows. If she doesn't, she will soon. There's not many seats left so me and Wilhelm decide to sit together. I know people are gonna say something about it but at this point I don't fucking care.

Sara looks at me, and with her glance I can tell she doesn't know that Felice knows. Oh well too fucking bad. 

The teacher starts talking about whatever we're learning today, but I just can't focus. Not only am I worried about how Sara's going to react to Felice knowing but Wilhelm is just so close. I can feel his eyes digging into me. His stare goes from my face then lower down my side, until his eyes go back up. 

God, just being friends so hard. 

Hopefully soon we'll be a little more than that. But only time will tell. Hopefully soon though.

After a while, Wilhelm turns around and starts paying attention to the teacher so now it's my turn to stare. 

One thing I've noticed about Wilhelm is that even though he is the crown prince, he cares very little about looking fancy. Unlike his late brother, Wilhelm seems to always wear the same clothing, and his skin is so imperfect but I could never imagine him otherwise. 

Sometimes I feel lost in a trance when I look at him, his beauty more than I was willing to admit. His eyes are a deep brown, the color of comfort. Every time I look at them, I get lost. His hair is like dark blonde rays of sunlight. 

But suddenly I get pulled out of my trance, when I spot Sara turned around to look at me, slightly whispering my name. I look at her but I can bring myself to even whisper anything back. I don't know why, maybe now knowing that she's gotten with the guy who could have possibly ruined my life, it's brought me down. I've defended her for so long, I can't help but feel hurt. 

I turn back around and find Wilhelm staring at me. His eyes go wide and he turns away as quickly as I could imagine possible. I giggle a little, and out the corner of my eye, I see Sara turn away with a confused look taking up her normal expression. Her eyes add insult to injury, because she acts like she's done nothing wrong. It's like she didn't expect me to ever find out, like she would keep this from me forever. She would know and never tell me for as long as possible if she could. And I think that, that, is what hurt the most. She promised me that we wouldn't keep secrets from each other but she planned to keep a secret about one of the things that brought me the most pain. 

And I can't help but hate her for it.

I wish I didn't, because I know what she's been through, and I know that as siblings I should be there for her. But she didn't plan on being there for me. I guess I've never known Sara as much as I should have. If I'd known her better, or even if I'd been there more for her maybe this wouldn't have happened. 

I feel a finger on my face. Wilhelm wipes a tear away from under my eye. At first I worry, but I realize that no one's in the room anymore except for the teacher who's too busy reading a book to notice that we hadn't left just yet. 

"Hey are you okay?" He asked in a hushed voice so the teacher can't hear.

"Yeah. I was just thinking about Sara." I reply back.

"Look, don't stress yourself out okay Simon? You've done the right thing." He says

And those words stay with me the rest of the day. Had I really done the right thing? I can't pay attention to anything, but that seems to be a pattern recently. 

The car ride home was deadly quiet. Sara's not speaking, so I assume that maybe Felice talked to her. What Felice told me is still stinging around in my head. The small light from the car provides a nice comfort but the light of Sara's phone brings an almost sickly glow. I've never noticed it before today. Maybe it's something you only pay attention to when you think ill of someone. I wish that I could go back just a few days and not think about my sister stabbing me in the back. Frankly she's stabbed so many people in the back.

Wilhelm, someone who she herself wasn't that close with but her brother was, by not telling him that his own cousin betrayed him.

Felice, one of her very first real friends, by kissing her ex-boyfriend.

And me, her brother, someone who has tried to have her back all her life, by not telling me who ruined what was of me and Wilhelm.

But maybe I'm exaggerating.

Soon we get home and mama gets the mail. We walk inside. I sit down on the couch and Sara goes to sit at the dining table. Mama walks through the door a little later, still reading the letters. She closes the door before pausing and whispering something to herself. 

"Sara, mija, what is this?" She asks. 

Both me and Sara look up to see mama holding a card that says,

"Hillerska Residency Approval: Sara Eriksson, Welcome To Hillerska!"