Dear, My Kings (MxMxMxM)

Chapter 3: The Painting

Skylar ran through the fancy dark corridor in only a white lace nightgown that he knew he didn't own. He looked out the window to see the moon shining down on him, large dark red curtains framed the moon perfectly. Many doors lined the decorated hall's walls, to mirrors to little marble statues placed about some on small tables with vases of white roses. Skyler was unsure as to why he was running full speed from. He just knew if he halted he'd be brutally killed. His lungs cried and hollered for him to take a pause even if it's a tiny one. This had to be a dream or a night mare.

'How did I get here?'

He came to a break in his route, left or right, it was a simple decision, but he made it complicated. His mind ran with consequences of picking the wrong way. His head turned from left to right letting his brown locks get into his eyes, he was having a mental battle within himself. He believed if he chose the wrong path he would be brutally killed by whatever is chasing him. He heard footsteps echoing down the hall making his heart beat quicken.

Skylar took a deep breath and took a left, down the hall hoping he made the right decision. He saw the same deep red rug that ran down the hall and the golden sconces that hung on the dark wall with gold plaster molding that made the walls look rich. Multiple expensive gold chandeliers hang from the tall ceilings making Skyler feel small and poor. He wanted to cry and scream for this to be over, he never felt this much fear before. He ran and ran until he hit another split, this time there was a unfinished painting in the middle with a small dark oak table under it.

The painting had a gold frame with only a man's upper body in the painting. It looked like he was standing behind something, but it wasn't painted yet. He stared back with a blank and calm demeanor. Skylar envied the man he looked strong, like nothing will make him fear for his life. Planted on the raven hair was a gold crown with Rubies placed all around, he wore clothes only royals could afford. He held up a cup of dark red liquid to his side with his chest puffed up. The man stared at who Skylar could only guess was the painter.

On the dark oak table there were three things, a diamond necklace that was covered in rubies, that someone would only get for a dearly loved one. Skyler's eyes shifted to a golden bowl of different shapes of chocolate and a ring with a big ruby in the center set in silver. It was a man's wedding ring, a simple silver band with a ruby, matching the necklace.

Skylar heard the footsteps again, he was about to go left again, but something told him to stop and look at the table again. He made a split second decision to grab the necklace, ruby ring, and a few of the chocolates. As he took off on his bare feet, he tried to put the ring on his finger, but it was a few sizes too big, he was hoping that it would make it easier to carry the many things he grabbed.

Skylar took off again hoping he took the correct path again. He was quick to realize the footsteps sound closer and a lot more deadly, like the thing was more upset. Skylar took that as a good sign, because it must mean he's getting closer to the exit and the thing is upset by it. Once again Skylar started to feel weak, his lungs and legs burned for a quick break, but he convinced himself to go onward.

Skylar slowed to a jog once he saw the same table and painting at a split in the path. As he got closer he saw the painting with the same man, but someone new appeared next to him, his waist was cut off just like the man he stands next too. They looked identical to each other, both had hair dark as the night sky, eyes as red as blood, they stood as tall as mountains and as strong as them too.

The new man wore glasses and a cold gaze almost like he was reading Skylar's deepest secrets. His crown was the exact same as his brother, golden and covered in rubies. He also held a cup of the same red liquid, but it looked like he couldn't be bothered to hold it high and mighty like his twin. It became obvious to Skylar they were forced to hold the cup up as a symbol to everyone that sees the painting. Skylar knew it was a symbol, but what kinda symbol was it, a symbol of wealth? Power? Royalty? Maybe even fear?