Royal Chaos

Chapter two

The sound of nothing. An eerie silence that can leave anyone's ears ringing. The feeling of your thoughts being louder than any voice. Which I don't mind for the most part.

Laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling like usual. Waking up earlier then most just to have this brief moment of silence to myself. The only time when I can hear my voice rather than someone constantly whispering in my ear. Telling to do this and that.

I turned to face the window that was slightly opened. The curtains danced with the cold air.
The sun hadn't risen yet but I already felt like I had been awake for years. Waking up tired isn't something that should normally happen.

It's frustrating.

"Your highness! Arise from your slumber, my lord! Creed will arrive shortly to fetch you! You have much to do!" Exclaimed a servant from the opposite side of my bedroom door. Knocking rapidly to get my attention.

I let out a sigh. I just want one day when I'm not being yelled at so early in the morning.

"I am awake, thank you for waking me," I answered. Trying to hide the tiredness in my voice.

I could hear them speed-walking down the hall and disappearing to finish their daily chores.
Once I knew they were gone, I got myself out of bed.

I stood in my room. Feeling like a husk in my own body. As though I was in the backseat in my consciousness. Forced to just watch this second identity pick and choose for me.

But... I did finally made a decision I was proud of.

I found him. That boy from years ago. He still has that lively spirit. Those blue eyes finally looked back into mine. His purple hair is still all over the place, making me nearly break that serious persona I put on display.

How could I forget someone like that? I keep replaying those very moments of meeting him. Reliving the feeling that I was free for just a moment.

I stood in front of the standing mirror beside the window. My eyes judging my appearance.

What happened to me? I once was able to look at myself with a smile on my face yet now I pick at every imperfection. My hair isn't brushed, my clothes aren't neat, and my eyes are a basic brown.

I should get ready regardless. I know Creed tends to get annoying when I'm not ready.

My attire was free from wrinkles, my shoes spotless as though never worn, and my hair brushed to have no flyaways.

Yet I still can see every flaw.

Is that pocket lint on my shoulder? Is a hair poking out? Is my shirt collar off on one side? Is there a strand of hair on my sleeve?

I can definitely see Creed point out every small thing regardless if I were to attempt to fix it all.

I took a deep breath. Counting down the seconds until I would hear a knock on my door.

And as though on cue, I heard a rhythmic knock on my door. All I could do was groan with annoyance.

He was here. The man seems to point out every flaw.

"Nomi, sir? I have arrived, I hope that you are ready~," Creed hummed, knocking on the door again to get my attention.

I walked over to the door and opened it with one quick motion. Giving him a straight face, trying not to show I was already frustrated.

"I am," I simply said, adjusting the cuffs to my sleeves.
"Alright, I just don't want you to look sloppy, ya know?" He chuckled as he adjusted his hat.