King Kyle's Poems"

✧ Chapter Twelve ✧

Thoughts roaming through my mind as I made my way back to the castle, maybe repenting of my own choice step after step. I wasn't even sure of the words I could've said to him, not even i was capable of recognizing my own emotions. 

Stepping besides the entrance of the palace some guards stared at me in confusion, they had their swords at hand as if I was an enemy ready to suppress, but for any reason they were not coming close to me, only keeping their eyes on me as I made my way in.

I continued walking through the main hallway, my eyes then finally meeting his figure.

He was sitting on his flower decorated throne, his visage showing a small frown on it, as he stared into a blank space near his seat, almost not caring about the sorroundings of the room. His eyebrows were furrowed, his beautiful curls were lifeless this time, almost as much as his olive green eyes, supposing he didn't get much rest the previous days.

Not even a moment after I stepped inside the room the knights around him tightened up, pointing their blades at me as if I was some feared enemy of the kingdom.

Looking up I saw his eyes shifting in my direction, a bit of surprise showing in them.

",,Stan-?"

The corners of my lips couldn't help but curl up at the sound of his voice pronouncing my name again, but it wasn't the right moment, as the head of the knights came into the room after that:

"Marshwalker-?!"

His tone did not sound so surprised, more full of anger towards my persona, almost if I was the most hatred traitor of the crown.

"What is he doing here? And what are you all doing standing there? Go lock up that traitor immediately !"

Some of the guards then came close to me, like I was a threaten of any sorts, before he spoke all of a sudden:

"Do not get near him nor lock him up."

He stood up from the throne and walked closer to me.

"I do not Wish for you to take action against him, I will take care of the situation myself."

His last words sounded softer, almost as if there was a drop of sadness drowning into them.

"I don't want any move from you either, Tucker."

I could see craig's eyes averting from my figure, as he left with an annoyed frown on his face.

My eyes drifted back to the king, he was looking at me up and down, the only difference was the look in his eyes. They were calmer, not the usual judging, mean glaze I used to meet not so long ago. I could see the corners of his lips curling into a soft smile as he pressed the palm of his warm hand over my cheek.

"Could we talk in some other place rather than here, please?"

Taking his hand in mine and pushing it away I slightly nodded; his smile faded before my eyes as he stood up and started walking out of the room, me following behind. We were approaching the entrance of the castle's library, and once we got there the king reached out for my hand, holding it tightly, raising it to his chest and speaking:

"We could talk in the library, I've been missing you, Stan."

I looked away with a frown on my visage.

"We don't need to talk, I'm here for pure formal work, that is all."

He looked at me, he wasn't speaking, just looking into my eyes with a sad expression on.

That look soon faded away, replacing it were two cold eyes averting their look towards the door and entering the library without a word out.

Before he could close the door he glanced at me, I was standing beside it as I intended to do before anything happened.