Hide Away Prince (discontinued)

I hate being a prince.

Trigger warnings: talk of self harm,

The internet was going crazy, someone recorded the fight Tommy had with his dad and posted all over the internet and it was getting lots of attention, even the news has reposted it. Yet Tommy didn't know.

"Get dress and in something nice, the king wants to see you, but he has ordered you to still not say anything," said the butler, Tommy nodded, he got changed and put the crown on and the butler lead Tommy to his office, apone entering he was confused. "Looks like everyone found out about you Thomas," his father said, cameras where pointed at him.

"Stand up more straight," his father ordered so he did, the king got up and fixed the crown on his head a bit. His black eye had appeared by then and it didn't look good, nor did the bruise on his arm for his father grabbing it so hard, luckily he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. "Why don't we go to the commen room to do this interview?" The king suggested so they did.

"You can talk now but I swear if you put me in the bad light your never leaving your room again," he whispered to the kid. Tommy nodded.

"Why was the prince hidden from the world?" Asked the interviewer shoving the mic in his fathers face. "Well we thought it was best for his safety," the king lied.

"What was the fight about? It sounded quite intense," said the interviewer. "It was nothing, that day was just hard for all of us and emotions where high, right Thomas?" He's father asked, "yea, it was nothing," Tommy said agreeing.

"So now that we know about Thomas will he be the next king?" Asked the interviewer, Tommy looked at his dad, curious what his answer would be. "It's a possibility," his father said.

"What happened to your eye?" Asked the interviewer, first time they have asked him a question not his dad. "I tripped and fell into a door nob," Tommy said. "Do you want to be king?" The asked. "What?" He asked.

"Do you want to be the next king?" They asked, he looked nervously at his father. "Um-" he looked back at the camera. "I don't know, iv never really thought about it," he said.

"We'll think about it, do you?" They asked? He grabbed his arm nervously squeezing his nails into it. He didn't know, his dad will get so mad once he messes up this whole interview. His breathing was picking up, he couldn't answer.

"This is live and we're getting many questions asking if the prince cuts himself," said the interviewer, he looked at them confusedly and shocked. "What?" He asked.

"There saying you gripping your arm is a common sign, king do we have permission to check?" They asked, Tommy turned to look at his father, shocked. They were trying so hard to butt into his personal life.

"Yes I'll allow it," he said, knowing his son doesn't, he wears shorts sleeves every once and a while.

They grab his arm pulling up the sleeve, then the other one. "Nope, but you do have a hand shaped bruise," they said, Tommy pulled away, "get off me," he said. "Thomas don't be disrespectful," his father told him. "Sorry father," Tommy said, they grabbed his arm again examining the bruises. "Who gave this to you?" Asked the interviewer, Tommy looked at his father nervously, he had to make up a lie. "A gared, I'm fine though," Tommy said.

"Did the king know about this?" They asked, Tommy looked nervous, "yes and the gared was fired, it's all fine now," the king said. They continue the interview and Tommy was still frightened about the self harm incident. They just pulled up his sleeve to check live in front of a huge audience. What if he did? That a personal thing they would have sheared.

"That's all the questions we have for now," said the interviewer, she did her outro and they started getting ready to leave. "Back to your room Thomas," his father said with he nodded going. The king said his goodbyes to the interviewing people and walked them out personally. Witch they appreciated.

He layed on his bed holding the crown up above his face, just looking at it while fidgeting with it. He was so tired of everything. Days passed as he was grounded and the more interviews and meetings he had to go to.

He was exhausted and still wanted to crawl in a ball and grive. It's so annoying that the time everything comes out is right as the only person he had growing up dies.  "Thomas's the king asked me to come get you, please change," said the butler, he groaned but sat up. He changed into an appropriate outfit putting on a crown and once out the room he was lead to his father office.

Getting in to the office he was confused seeing a girl around his age with two adult, witch he correctly assumed where her parents.

"Thomas, this is Lillian and her parents Jason and Jasmine," his father said getting up. He stuck out his hand to shake hers, "it's nice to meet you," she smiled and shook his hand, he could tell her smile was fake. "Why don't you two go hang out in your room, Thomas and get to know each other, who knows she can be your future wife," he said, took looked at him schocked and confused. "Are you trying to marry me off?" He asked angrily.

"Now Thomas please don't raise your voice at me, yes I'm trying to find you a wife but only for when your 18 you have a year and a bit till then," he said.

Tommy didn't know how to respond, "now don't be rude, go show Lillian your room," he said so he nodded, "yes sir, follow me," he said.

So she did, the walk to his room was quite. "So how dose my dad know your family?" Tommy asked once getting there, she was just looking at all his stuff. "He and my dad where close when they were younger. You guys are like rich rich, huh?" She said. "Well my father is the king, so yea," he said sitting on his bed.

She was looking at everything she could, "my dads rich too but my room has never been this big, he mainly puts are money into investments witch is so stupid," she said, "I don't think so, isn't that a good way to stay rich and get richer?" He asked. "Yea but it doesn't matter if we can't spend it," she said starkly.

"I think I would prefer a smaller room, big rooms are harder to make it feel like home, just harder to decorate, I don't know how to explain it," he said. "Yea ok, you shouldn't complain," she said.

"I'm not trying to, I'm greatfull for it, I thought we where just shearing are thoughts and opinions," he said confusedly. "I was, your just being spoiled," she said turning to him. He just smiled nervously, "sorry I don't mean to," he said. She scoffed.

"When I marry you I'll have everything I ever want," she said, "I'm only 16 I don't even want to get married," he said. "Well your dad will force you, and it will be to me," she smirked.

"I hope not," he said in his head. She seemed very unpleasant to be around. "How old are you?" He asked. "17, my birthday in January so I'm not much older then you so it's all legal if that's what your wondering," she said he shook his head, "no I wasn't, just was trying to make conversation," he said.

"Why is this locked?" She asked trying to open his closet, "my father grounded me and I have a gaming pc in there he doesn't want me to touch," Tommy said.

"Ew, when where together your selling it, actually I think you should sell it now and buy me a necklace, this one only £300 and with your gaming thingy you can buy me a better one," she said.

"No I built the pc myself and spent so much of my time getting my set up how it is, it was even all payed for with money I earned, I'm not going to sell it for some girl I just met," Tommy said getting up.

"Is that how you want to be speaking to your future wife?" She asked angrily. "I'm not going to marry you, your a very unpleasant person!" He said angrily, he couldn't talk how he wanted to talk witch was probably for the best because he would have chewed her head off and spat her out.

She slapped him as the door opened, her parents and the king where there. "Get her out my room!" Tommy said angrily. "Thomas! Don't speak to me like that, what did you say to get her to slap you?" He asked.

"Daddy, he was being mean to me, saying that I should go back to the kitchen and when where married he's going to force me to do all the housework," he said as she started to fake cry. "That's a lie! She was-" he was cut off. "Save it, I'm so sorry about him," the king started to apologizing, getting them out the room.

Tommy stood there shocked, not knowing how to respond.