The Royal Secret

Chapter 4: That Night

-Charlie's PoV-

It was early, the sun hadn't risen up yet, and I was already out of the house, headed off to the Lake of the Spirits for some water. I always got there early, the spirits were asleep, and no one would show up early so I was alone, spirits can be really annoying when they wake up, constantly bothering you when you have work to do. 

Carrying the two large wooden pails of water on my back, I walked back to town. Watching the sun rise over the hills was a beautiful sight that bestowed upon your eyes, seeing it slowly creep over and cover the grassed plains with sunlight and feeling the warmth of the sun on your shoulders after a cold night was something you could never get tired of.

I quickly rushed back home and heated up some of the water, preparing my father's bath for when he would wake up. Once it had heated up, he walked out of his room.

"Up already Charlie?", he asked.

"Yeah, and the water for your bath is ready, I'll start up the fire for today", I smiled.

My father smiled back at me, he was a huge person, at least the size of a kiln in height, at least. Scary but nice, and no one bothered to argue with him. I knew that I wanted to be like him some day, people looking up to me, and no one bothering to talk to me in a degrading manner.

I quickly wore the beige shirt I wore every day; I sort of burned off the sleeves by accident, I just kept those in my pockets in case I ever needed them, I wore some old black pants covered in sawdust, and sown up with a couple of dark grey patches, I had a leather apron which I kept all my tools in, it only had a handful of nails.

I usually skipped breakfast, since I was never really hungry. My father stepped into the forge and tied on his apron.

"Father, would I be able to melt the iron and steel today?", I asked.

I was never able to melt it or pour it. I really wanted to, I was only allowed to shape and sharpen the metal.

"No", he replied, sternly, "too dangerous".

I sighed in return and started sharpening a blunt knife.

My day went on as normal and when the sun started to set and my father put out the fire, the forge had closed. I went into the back which we had turned into a house, and started to heat up some water for my own bath. I took off my clothes and stepped into the bath once the water had heated up. I looked up at the sky, which was now dark and filled with stars, my lamp flickered in the distance. I sighed as the water warmed up my body. I looked over in the distance to see the lights of the palace shining right at me.

"So he's the prince", I said out loud, "he's more like a princess".

What was his name? Prince Salis? He is really thin for a boy, when I grabbed his waist to stop him from falling, I easily managed to wrap my arm around it. When I cupped his face, his skin was as soft as cotton, he had beautiful eyes, and when I grabbed his waist, that cute yelp, his hair felt so soft when my hand brushed against it, and I think I noticed a mole on the side of lip, or maybe that was just soot, he's a prince, he can't have flaws. I thought about him, looking through my memories, his cute hands, his beautiful voice, and his cute, pink lips...

I shook my head, shaking the thoughts out of my brain. No! I'm not gay, why would I think about that. I quickly splashed water on my face and rushed out of the bath, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it loosely around my waist, I tried to shake the thoughts from my brain, how could I think of something like that? Besides it had happened many days ago, I have no reason to think of it. I looked back in the distance and saw the royal palace again.

"Must be nice living in a place like that, everyone loving you and treating you like you own the world", I sighed, "he's a really lucky person".

I walked over to my lamp and picked it up, I started walking back to my room while holding the light over the floor, making sure I didn't trip and fall. I walked into my room and placed the lamp on a wooden box near the entrance letting my room quickly light up. I looked up to see someone in black robes, with a hood covering their face, sitting on my bed.

I froze in my place, who was this? I grabbed the closest thing to me; it was the metal rod I used to carry the pails every morning. I held it up in defense, ready to strike the second they would try to attack. The person stood up and I raised the rod higher for a stronger hit. They stopped before me, and I was just about swing when they removed their hood, and my eyes were bestowed upon those same violet eyes of the prince.

"What are you doing here?", I asked.

He didn't say anything, instead he just slumped his head onto my shoulder. He smelt like alcohol. This wasn't good. I pushed him off, and he stumbled a bit, trying to recover his balance. He looked up, his soft cheeks were flushed pink. He walked up me again and cupped my face with his soft hands.

"I hate you", he moaned slightly, "ever since I met you that day, I can't stop thinking about you".

"Your drunk, get off me", I replied, sternly.

"Your so mean", he whined.

He pressed his body up against me, making his clothes all wet with the water, I could feel every inch of him on me. I could feel myself getting all hot when I heard his continuous soft moans. His eyes were filled with lust and his skin felt hot to the touch. I hadn't even felt this hot when I worked near the fire in the forge. He pulled my face in closer to his, so that out faces were barely inches away from each other's. He leaned in and kissed me, softly but I felt as if I was going to melt. It had felt so good as our tongues intertwined, but I knew that it had to stop here. I pushed him off and tried to hold him back.

"You're drunk, we can't do this", my breath heavy from the kiss, "you're not in your right mind".

"I'm fine!", he pouted.

He tried to kiss me again, but I stopped him.

"Stop acting like a child", I retorted.

"Charlie?", my father yelled out. I froze when I heard him, what was he going to think when he saw his son, holding another man, even worse the prince, in such a lustful way, "are you still up? Are you ok? I heard a noise".

"Perfectly fine, I just saw a mouse, so I panicked slightly", I yelled back.

"A mouse?", he asked, "do you want me to kill it for you?"

I looked down at the sleepy prince in my arms, who had trouble standing. His cute features really did make him look like a small mouse.

"No, all good", I smiled, "it's already out cold".

"Alright, well go to bed", he yelled back.

I held him in arms thinking, what the hell am I going to do with him?