"Jammies!~"
Jaimee awoke to the sound of a clear, feminine call. It was deep and motherly. Rather comforting. It almost lulled him back to sleep. Not to mention, the sweet voice had used the jejune nickname adorned by his closest family and few friends. Indeed, the voice had an aroma of maternity. It reminded Jaimee of a devoted, loving mother, most certainly. How pleasant.
Ah, it was his Mother! And she was calling him!
"'m comin', mama! 'll be downstairs 'n a second," he slurred.
Jaimee pulled on a loose white tunic and matching trousers, then began to make his way downstairs. As he made his way down the spiral staircase that led to his room, he admired the many childish drawings he had adorned the walls with. His Father was strict, yet admittedly didn't mind what Jai did with his own space.
Jai made his way into the great hall. Despite being raised in the towering citadel, his childish fondness for the exquisite architecture never left. his eyes wandered over the looming arches and beams supporting the ceiling. The windows' natural light made the colossal refectory appear almost godly.
There he saw her. She was turned away from him, chattering to one of the servants. Her luxurious golden brown hair was slightly tousled, exposing her peachy smooth nape. She too was wearing white today, Jaimee noticed. Her outfit consisted of a long, flowing maxi dress that was slightly loose, with a ribbon secured around the waist.
Upon hearing his footsteps, The Queen spun to talk to him.
He met her eyes for a moment; hazel eyes seeking crystallized dandelion ones. Moreover, he could see said dandelion eyes widen in happiness as she realized who she was seeing.
Jaimee was happy.
Then, he woke up.
YOU ARE READING
Royally Screwed
FantasíaPrince Jamiee has no future. With his mother dead from childbirth and his father mauled by a bear during a stroll, Jamiee is left alone to run the kingdom. This is the story of how he commits suicide.
