My King - Style Stick of truth

Day 1

TW - ABUSE / NEGLECT - YELLING

( Kyles pov )

I woke up the bright morning sun peaking through my windows. As I sat up I realized today was the day I met my personal guard. My last one was kind of shit, he ended up running off with one of the other guards.

" Kyle! Are you awake?" My mothers voice shrieked throughout the halls of our home.
" Yes ma..." I yawn before standing up and changing into my long red robe lasted with gold trim.
I put on my crown and leave my room, I headed for the door leading to my brother room.
Before I could open it he swung the door wide open and ran down stairs.

" Ike! Slow down!" I called to late, he tumbled down the stairs landing in-front of a pull of clothes.
" I'm fine!"
I went to my gaurds room to find it completely empty.
" Kyle! Good morning hun! Come, come. I'll explain everything to you." My mother waved at me to follower her and I did.
As we walked to the dinning room, I looked out the windows into my lands.

The hills kissed the orange sky covered with trees.
My people were walking around cleaning up the streets after our most recent war. The smell of smoke still lingered in the air due to fires.
A boy with raven hair was helping a small girl with brown hair. I recognize the small child, her name is Karen. She's the sister of a close friend, Kenny.
It looked like she hurt her knee.
The boy ran his fingers through her hair and wrapped her knee with a long leaf. He pulled her into a hug as she cried.

" Kyle?" My mother looked back at me with confusion.
" Who is that boy?" I point to him as my mother walked through.
" That's my shitty son... pardon my language." My mother guard spoke up from behind her.
" Who is he?" I ask again, he didn't look to be a bad kid...
" His name is Stanley Marsh. Like I said he's my son. Kind of a slacker, but he's your age. Let's get going, you are going to meet your guard sir."
I nodded my head and continued to walk.
Stanley Marsh...

Once we reached the dinning table I took a seer across from my father.
" Good morning son, meet your personal guard, Clyde Donovan."
Clyde looked at me with disgust.
" Sir... I don't want the job anymore. I thought you had a hot daughter or some shit." Clyde spoke, he took the hat he was given off and left the castle.

" Well... what now?" My mother asked.
My father stuck his hands into his hair.
" What about your son..? Stanley?" I ask the gaurd, who was hiding behind the door frame.
My mother looked at my father and he nodded at my suggestion.
" Randy, bring in your son. Tell him he has to do this. Or he's out the kingdom." My father demanded, Randy left immediately, grabbing some clothes with a cap.

" Go back to your room Kyle. I'll have Stanley bring your food up."
I nodded, I stood up and began to speak.
" Will he get food too? Looking at him earlier he looked rather frail."
" My son is bigger then he looks your highness." Randy had come back from the wood.
" Stanley is changing sir. He will be out in a few moments." Randy said as he bowed to my parents.
" Thank you, now go to your room Son." My father turned to look at me and nodded, signaling me to leave.

As I walked down the hall I saw Karen running around. Then she tripped. I stopped to see if anyone would help her, but she just yelled for Stanley.
Maybe he was the only one who would help her, no one else stopped to help the poor girl.

I kept walking to my room, when I opened the door a cool gust of wind hit my face. I shut my door and lauded on my bed, then a knock came from the other side of the door.
I opened the door and found the raven hair boy standing with a tray of food in his hands. He smiled warmly at me and I let him in. He set the food down and turned to me. He got on a knee and kissed my hand.
" My king, thank you for this opportunity and I will give my life to spare your own." He stood up and bowed his head towards the floor.

He didn't seem that bad, I shut my door and gestured toward a chair. He nodded his head and pulled the seat out for me.
" I meant for you to sit there..." i slightly chuckled. He just shook his head and brought he food in-front of the seat.
I sat down and gestured towards the other chair, this time telling him to sit.
" Do you want anything?" I ask. I hadn't really thought about my food until he brought it to me. I saw there was only one plate.
" No my king... it's fine, enjoy." He smiled at me and I just nodded.
" So... tell me about yourself.." if I was going to know this guy for my whole life, I probably should get to know him and his life.
" I umm... we'll my name is Stanley Marsh, most people around the village call me Stan. I'm 17 and my dad is your parents guard."
I nodded, I already knew that information.
" What about your mother?" I ask why putting a strawberry in my mouth.
His eyes seemed to dim, " She... she's gone," he smiled softly, " She passed along with my sister before the war began... some tavern bombing or something along those lines..." I thought I saw his eyes mist over but he kept his head down.
" May I be excused for a moment my king?" His voice was shaky. I nodded, feeling guilty.

He left the room and I heard the bathroom door open. As if on cue, my mother walked in.
" Where is Stanley?! Do I need to find another new guard?!" She looked around my room then to me in a panic.
" No! He asked to be excused for a moment, ma... I think I asked a question I shouldn't have..."
My mother took a seat across from me.
" What do you mean dear?"
" I asked him about his mother... his mood seemed to dull, what can I do..? To make it better?"
" There's nothing you can do, his mother passed a few months ago. Tavern fight or something along those lines... he just needs time..." She grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
" I'll leave you to finish breakfast, we need you down stairs to help your brother. So don't be long." After that she left.

A few moments later Stan walked back into the room.
" Sorry, is there anything else you want to know?" Stan asked as he sat back down.
His cheeks were tear stained and his eyes were red.
" It's fine... your not an elf... are you?" I look at his rounded ears and deep blue eyes.
He chuckled a bit, it made me happy to see a smile on his face.
" No, my mother was... but I didn't get her genes. I got my fathers, they met in the forest and she decided to keep my sister and my dad kept me."
" Who raised you then?" My eyes widened at the rudeness of my question. " Shit. I'm so sorry!"
He shook his head, telling me it was fine.
" I get it, you never saw me around much. I kind of... raised myself. My dad didn't care about me and told me to make due with what I had. So I made my own clothes and food. I mingled with the town folk for basic necessities and made my wants with what the woods gave me." He looked down at the table and stood up. " We should probably head down stairs, see what your family needs." He stuck his hand out and so took it.

Stan lead me through the long halls and we ended up in the main hall. My mother stood with a note in hand.
" Kyle dear!" My mother pulled me away from Stan. Then Randy pulled Stan by the arm and shoved him into a wall.
" Randy..?" I ask.
I look at Stan, his face becomes red and his breathes become short.
" Sorry. Just need to talk to my son."
He dragged Stan out the room,

( hours later - 10:30 pm)

My door unlocked and I heard a small thumb. I was laying in bed with the lights off as it was late.
" Look at you. Fucking mess. The king has gone to bed and you've done Jack shit. Stop sobbing and sleep of the poxie floor." It sounded like Randy. " No wonder your mother didn't want to keep you Stanley..." then the door slammed shut.
I was about to open the door and yell at him till I heard the heart breaking sobs coming from Stan.
I stood up and turned the light on, revealing a bruise and crying Stan.
His uniform was ripped and covered in mud. Metal protection plates were hanging on by a thread.
" I-I'm so sorry my king..." Stan knelt in-front of me as he kissed my hand. Tears still streamed down his face.
" Stan... you did nothing wrong... come here..." I went to hug him but he just shook his head. He wiped his eyes and smiled weakly at me.
" No. no. I've been a crap guard, you need to get back to bed..." he grabbed my hand and led me to my bed. He sat on the floor and dug in his pocket. He pulled out a small sewing kit.
" Can I borrow some clothes? I completely understand if not. I just need to fix this, you know what. Never mind I'm sorry for asking-" I cut him off, " Stan. You can borrow something, and don't worry, I'll get someone to get you something new tomorrow.
And please don't sleep on the floor, come up here." I pat the bed next to me but he shook his head.
" It's ok, my king. I'll use he floor." He smiled at me and stood up to turn the light off.

After about 15 minutes I heard soft breathing next to me, indicating Stan was sleeping.
I stand up and pick him up. I place him in my bed and hop in the other side.
Good night, Stanley Marsh.