King Kyle's Poems"

✧ Chapter Ten ✧

"Can we come in, your majesty?"

A secure voice spoke behind the door along with a few loud knocks that made my skin crawl:

",,,yes".

Tucker, Mccormick and Butters walked inside my room and stood in front of the bed I was laying into:

"We- couldn't find him."

Mccormick spoke first with a sad tone.

"That jerk must have hidden somewhere in order to plot something else."

Craig followed, side eyeing the other knight.

"He was probably tired of STAN-ding all day with all the responsibilities he needed to carry!"

Butters joked, the two knights glaring at him as soon as he spoke.

I lowered my head and looked down at my blankets. I stayed quiet for awhile as the others stood there.

"I can handle this, go out you two."

I was able to hear the royal guard's leader order the other two. As they got outside and closed the door, Tucker walked next to my bed and lowered himself:

"Your majesty, I beg you to apologize me for my absence the day the incident had place. If I was there I would have slayed the traitor in a second unlike the others."

He spoke and placed a hand on the blankets next to me.

",,,It wouldn't have been necessary. He didn't hurt me afterall-"

I coldly replied as I kept staring down at the sheets. We stayed quiet for awhile.

,,,"Your majesty,,, you should really get out of your room."

He offered. I stayed quiet.

"You've been here all day sleeping and the peasants are n-"

"I haven't slept."

I interrupted the other.

He quickly shut up as I blankly looked down at him.

"I haven't been sleeping this whole night,, I haven't done anything except thinking of what has occurred-"

I admitted as he looked at me with a frown.

"The peasants are needy for your word in the throne room. You cannot just not show up, my lord."

He continued, ignoring what I said.

I stayed quiet again.

"Alright."

I slowly took the blankets off from me and stood up from my bed. I was already wearing my dress since I didn't bother changing, so all I did was simply dust it a bit to give it a better form and brush my hair to give it a quick fix.

,,,"Don't ever call me 'your lord' again."

",,, excuse me?-"

"Call me everything but 'your lord'."

Craig stared at me with a light frown on his face

"Did my message get through?"

"Tsk,, yeah your majesty-"

We both stayed quiet as I slowly walked out of the room.

,,,

I walked down the hallway and down the stairs looking at my feet until I arrived in the throne room.

"Get ready to open the doors once the king sets everything and announces so!"

Craig yelled at the other knights standing near the door as I slowly sat down on my throne.

The room looked so empty though,,.

I turned to my right to ask Stan if he had the same feeling but,,, he wasn't there. We aren't able to find him since yesterday and I perfectly know but,,, my force of habit just couldn't handle his missing. If I knew it would end up like this I would have never done anything like that. If I knew how he felt earlier I would have stopped but,, I was too egotistical to see that.

If only he came back,,, I would trust him fully and would never be afraid of him.

,,,or would I?- He tried to kill me and almost succeeded at it.

But it was because of the way I treated him that he reacted that way,,, my Stan would never even think to do such a thing.

,,,I wouldn't blame him if he doesn't come back anymore. Such a great soul like him deserves so much better in life,,, I'm glad he figured that out.

"You can,, open the gates."

I managed to say as I tried to get my thoughts away.

[time skip; 4:30pm - 6:30pm (yall will get the style in this style fic soon, dw,,,,)

"Thank you so much, my lord! May the gods bless you! Bless you!-"

An older lady got on her knees and pleaded in front of me. Soon the guards escorted her out and got back to standing beside the gates.I sighed rather loudly and looked up at the ceiling, admiring at the beautiful wooden sculptures on there. There were various meanings for each thing sculpted: the various old looking people were the disbelievers that didn't like the monarchy, the paladins were the people among the kingdom which believed in the figure of the king and, the angel holding an arrow standing beside a godly looking creature were supposed to represent,, the king with its knight.

,,,I sighed again and looked down at my lap now. Everything I think about always ends up referring to him. Forgetting him,, seems like an impossible task to accomplish at least for now.

,,,There must be witches able to erase memories around the kingdom, right?

It took awhile for me to raise my head but soon enough I noticed a familiar looking figure walking inside towards my throne and proceeding to stand beside it

,,,

,,,"Stan?-"