King Kyle's Poems"

✧ Chapter One ✧

"If you'll excuse me, I need to go to fulfill some royal duties" I announced firmly as I stood up from my lavish throne. I clapped my clothed hands together in order to get my personal guard's attention. My name is Kyle, the king of the powerful Broflovski kingdom. I've been in power of this wonderful kingdom since I was 18 and I've always been trained for that moment by my amiable father. So far, I'm the youngest king ascended to the throne in our entire family tree and I'm positive this ascension cut off a big part of adolescence away from me. I've always been quite fragile since I was a kid, unfortunately my body isn't built up like the one required for such an important charge but I've been training all my life to be at least half of what I was required to be.
I slowly walked around the palace with my guard by my side, admiring the mesmerising paintings on the walls of the corridor and the amusing wooden sculptures on the ceiling, letting the wonderful art hypnotize me with their warm colors. Since I was younger, my father had always told me the risks of being the king since there will always be someonw which wants to put an end to the monarchy, but I knew I didn't have to worry with someone like my personal guard by my side. He has always been there for me at any cost and I'm positive he'll always be. My thoughts got cut off by the cracking of the castle's library door in front of me being opened by Stanley. I gave him a simple smile as I stepped inside the room which looks as antique and dusty as usually since I'm the only one in the castle which enters in here regularly. In normal circumstances, Stanley would have to stand outside the door to guard it for me but it's been awhile since I last let him do that: "Come inside, please" I demamded with a reassuring tone of voice. He hesitated at first but he soon got inside, closing the door behind him.
I walked towards an easel with a canvas on it which I had covered the day before with a white blanket. Stan looked around the library curiosly, passing his fingers on one of the shelves in the bookcase and then looking at how dusty it was. I picked up a color pallette: "Stanley, remove the cover from it please" I politely asked as I turned towards him, giving another reassuring smile since I was aware he must have felt quite nervous so I tried to make him feel as warm as possible, I dont want him to feel that way. He hesitantly did as I asked him, revealing the panting below the cover. I've been working on it since awhile now, it was a night sky with the moon glowing bright among some pine trees. I noticed Stan looking at it amusingly but I didn't mind that much, so I proceeded to sit, dip the brush into the water then into a dark color on the pallette to then finally start brushing the colored bristles of the brush against a blank surface of the painting.
After a bit I noticed Stan getting closer from behind and leaning in carefully while I continued my work: "What is it, Stanely? " I asked, keeping my eyes on my work. I chuckled faintly as I noticed him struggling to look at the painting from behind me, so i proceeded to make some space on the seat: "Would you prefer to sit down? " I offered him: "I'm afraid I can't, my lord-" he started. I sighed and turned towards him with a reassuring smile on my lips still: "Come on Stan, it's your king asking you this" I replied and patted the space next to me. Stanley nodded his head and did as I asked, my cheeks flushing red as i felt the warmth of stan's thigh as it touched mine.
I sighed my thoughts away and kept painting, overjoyed by the fact that Stan was interested in my work.
𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽; [4:11𝘱𝘮 - 7:00𝘢𝘮]
I stood from the footstool and got everything like it was before me and Stan had entered. Once finished I exited the room, the sound of our steps filling the empty dark halls as i walked towards my bedroom at the end of the corridor. I placed my hand onto the door knob and turned towards the knight: "Knock on the door when the chef announces dinner time." the guard nodded obediently and stood next to the door frame as I finally stepped inside.
This room gives me so many good memories as well as bad ones. I sat myself down on the spotless canopy bed at the centre of the room, with it's luxurious red velvet cover and the soft duvet below it. I carefully placed my crown on the ground next to my feet and then leaned onto my back on the bed, turning my head to the side and gazing at my hand leaning on it's palm next to my face; sometimes I like to just lean down and stare into the unknown which usually brings me to overthinking. When I mentioned bad memories earlier, I was talking about all the times my father would ask me to come in here to talk about stuff that would happen inside the castle. The speech of his which is stuck in my mind till this day has to be that one time he told me I shouldnt be very close to Stan. When we were kids I used to train with him and play around since our dads were working all day. One day tho, Stan started to be cold towards me, he wouldn't laugh much or joke around like we used to, and ever since then i've always been the one of the two trying to get closer to the other. Till' this day, I always try to get closer to Stan and make him feel as comfortable as possible when we are together. I felt my cheeks get warmer at the thought. I looked at my hand with half lidded eyes and brought it on my forehead, placing the palm on it; it's kind of weird i feel this way towards him... as my father said, it isn't normal for a knight and a king to be this close. I closed my eyes and gripped onto the red velvet cover with my free hand. Sure, Stan does everything for me and always gives me good advices when I need them, I would be lost if it wasn't for his help as soon as i became king but,,, I can't rely all my trust onto him, my father always told me I need to be carefull to the knights. He always pointed out how physically weak I am and always told me that I should be afraid because people might take advantage out of it and kill me off. A shiver went down my spine at the thought of Stan betraying me, he had so many chances to do so, even earlier when we were all alone in the corridor. I flinched as I heard a loud repetitive knock coming from the door: "My lord, dinner is ready." he announced. I sighed out of relief, it was stan's voice. But was i really reliefed? Of course I wasn't. I shouldn't just calm down because it's him, he might be planning something as far as I know, I shouldn't trust him just for his service for the crown.
Soon I stood up, got my crown back onto my head and headed towards the door. I carefully opened it and noticed stan outside waiting for me to step out so that he could bring me to the dining room. I felt a little nervous to have him behind me while we walked so I slowed my pace to have him by my side, it doesn't change much but to be honest I felt a bit more secure this way.
After dining I headed back into my residence to rest but it wasn't like everyday at all, I felt weird and with a strange feeling into my stomach everytime I would be alone with Stan, which is actually everytime of the day. As soon as I was in my room once again, I made sure to lock the door, I was always afraid to lock myself inside so that's why I didn't usually lock it but this time it just felt right to do so. I sighed out of relief as I locked myself in and started to get ready to head to bed. my father was right, a king isn't supposed to feel the way I do towards his knight and viceversa.