Love for a prince ~prinxiety~

One-The beginning

A royal guard knocked heavily on the thick wood door, the metal around his hand created a loud sound. He stood tall waiting for the door to open, his hand on the pommel of his sword. It was hot, his armor helped none, but this was a different hot. It was a heavy hot, like a feeling of dread. The guard fixed his feet as he heard shuffling from inside.

The door swung open. On the other side stood a scrawny man. The man looked behind him quickly before stepping outside. He was dressed in a thin white tank top that was stained, dirty blue jeans, and heavy work-boots. The man closed the door behind him, he looked towards the guard before motioning him to speak.

"Are you Richard Allard?" the guard spoke in a professional voice. The man nodded slightly, he was slightly fidgety. "I was sent by the king, is he ready?" The man sighed with relief before opening the door behind him again. He whistled into the house and waited. Soon emerged a small, frail boy. The guard took in a breath as he seen the boy was extra malnourished and dehydrated, looked like he hadn't slept in days or bathed for that matter.

"This is him, take him." The man said gravely. The boy looked towards the man quickly, then down at the ground. The guard nodded, "Your gold will come in the mail, the royal family appreciates your kindness." The man just grumbled and pushed the boy towards the guard. "It's a good riddance. He's well behaved, I've trained him well." The guard gave the man an odd look but nodded his head. He took the boy by the arm and marched away.

He lead the boy to a carriage and the guard opened the door. The boy looked at him before looking inside where two men sat. "Go on, boy," He listened and climbed inside. The two men sat on one side, so the boy sat on the other and pulled his legs up to his chest.

"Hi, kiddo," One of the men spoke, "It's okay, you're okay, I'm Patton, I'm the caretaker for the Princes. And this is Logan, he's the royal adviser." The man, or Patton, spoke. The boy looked between the men but didn't speak. The royal adviser, or Logan spoke up, "Are you all right?" The boy nodded quickly, but still didn't speak. "Can you speak?" The boy nodded, "Then speak," Logan said.

The boy looked at the caretaker, who nodded. In a quiet mumble, the boy spoke, "Where am I going?" The two men shared a look, Logan spoke up, "You were sold to the royal family, you will work as an assistant." The boy sighed, "So a servant?" Logan shook his head slightly, "Not entirely. You are a servant technically, yes. But you will only work for Prince Roman. You are his assistant, you will not be cleaning or other servant responsibilities unless the Prince ask you to. You will be over his paperwork and some other duties." Logan explained, "I will go into more details when you meet the royals." The boy nodded.

"But when you get there, we gotta get you cleaned up, kiddo. And into clean clothes." Patton said with a sad smile. The boy looked down at himself and hugged him tightly, almost like he was trying to hide the dirt on his body. Patton and Logan shared a look.

The trip to the castle was long and bumpy. The boy didn't speak unless he was spoken to. Patton and Logan eventually gave up and spoke to each other quietly.

Eventually the carriage came to a halt. The door open and the guard from before stood next to the door. Patton jumped out the carriage and thanked the guard. "Come along, we don't have much time." Logan said. The boy followed him outside. The guard gave the boy a small smile. Patton took the boy by his hand and lead him into the castle. A guard opened the big door for the two was Patton dragged him up the stairs.

The boy looked around in awe of the beautiful interior. It was breathtaking, he's never seen anything like it. Patton turned to a maid that was walking by, "Excuse me, do you to care to take this one to get clean up and into uniform. He's Roman's new assistant." The maid nodded and looked the boy up and down. She smiled sadly and motioned the boy to follow him. He listen with little hesitation.

The maid brought him down a long hallway. "This is where us servants bathe and get ready for the day." The boy nodded and looked around. The hallway was dark, only lit dimly by old lights on the walls. The maid opened a door and lead Virgil into a shower-room. It was slightly run down, the floor had a few cracks and there was a leaky pipe. "Take a shower, towels are there, soap and shampoo are in the shower." The maid closed the door and left the room.

The shower-room was old. It had six shower stalls much like the ones you find in a fancy locker room, except these weren't fancy. They had a curtain that closed so you had some privacy. The boy chose the one that looked the cleanest. Inside the stall was a drain in the middle of the floor, an old rusty shower head on the wall, and three sleeves that were hanging on the wall. Shampoo, conditioner, and soaps were in the sleeves.

He showered throughly, it had been a wild since he actually bathed. It felt nice. The water was the warmest, but it was still nice. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He dried him self fully and wrapped the towel around his chest.

The maid came back in and handed the boy some clothes. She left again and he changed quickly. He stepped outside the shower-room and the maid lead him back to Patton. "You look great, kiddo!" He said as he grabbed the boy's arm. Patton lead the boy down a corridor and into the throne room. The boy hugged himself as Patton greeted the royals.

The king and queen had two big thrones in the middle, both decorated with gold. The princes were on either side of their parents with smaller but equally beautiful thrones. Patton set the boy front and center to the royals. The boy bowed, he was nervous, extremely nervous. "Rise." The king's voice sounded. His voice held power and it felt like it echoed in the empty room. He stood quickly and refused to make eye contact.

The king glared down at him. "State your name." The boy looked up to meet the king's gaze, he looked away quickly. His voice shook slightly, "Virgil," His voice was louder than he expected caused him to hug himself again. "Virgil, a lovely name, dear. I am Queen Eleanor. It is a pleasure." The queen spoke. She was kind, you could hear it in her voice, there was an invisible warm that surrounded her. "I am King Arthur, you know why you're here, yes?" Virgil nodded slightly, "Yes, your majesty, Mr. Logan explained it all to me." Virgil had a soft voice, not quite timid just soft. The king cracked a smile at the "Mr." Virgil put in front of Logan's name.

"You will be working under my son Roman." The king motioned to the prince that was placed next to him. The twins were vastly different. Roman was collected, he sat proper, he looked like what you'd imagine a prince to look like. He was attractive, well built. He spoke with purpose and pride much like his father. He's a kind soul that has a big ego. He was a known flirt. Remus was more relaxed, he didn't act like a prince. He was smaller built and had a crazy look in his eyes. He used slang and liked to pull pranks. He's a complicated soul that had a good heart but a weird way of expressing. Both twins when you got to know them were easy to talk to and fun to be around.

Roman looked Virgil up and down and jumped down from his throne. He walked with grace, he loomed over Virgil. Virgil shrunk in on himself. Roman looked him up and down before looking back at his father, a silent question was asked. "Yes, Roman, he's dismissed. Take him to his room." Roman lead Virgil out of the throne room and up a set of stairs.

Virgil looked up at the Prince in front of him. Roman had an aura Virgil couldn't quite explain. He almost felt...safe?