Royally Fucked

IV:2 - Royal Rush!

KENJI RUSHTON

Prince Maximillian grabbed me firmly by the wrist and then began walking, dragging me along with whatever plan he formed inside that silver head of his. Eventually, we were both jogging along the narrow alleyways and just casually stepping on never-drying puddles. He just dragged me like a ragtag doll, and the next thing I knew, he was already buying pizza and beer. I just went along, and for the most part, I was both confused and annoyed.

Honestly, I totally didn't see this coming at all. He just invited me to a fancy dinner. I knew it was going to be a fancy dinner because of the way he said it; it felt nuanced with such wealth and affluence. I fully thought I was swallowing my pride just to thank him for keeping my phone all the while; he had a different plan in motion. All I thought was that, finally, I could sit at a filthy rich five-star restaurant table surrounded by people of high class society. I thought I could finally hold and taste a spoon for the rich, or should I say spoons? Rich people really do have all sorts of spoons; really, there's a specific type of utensil and cutlery for every single type of dish. What was that all about?

"Where are we heading?" I asked, finally finding my own voice. I have been trailing him for the past fifteen minutes, and if he were just a regular friend of mine, I would've been bombarding him with words of complaint.

"Just follow me!" Maxim replied. "Trust me, this is going to be worth it."

We continued walking until we reached a certain building.

"Hold this for me," he spat, passing the box of pizza and bottles of beer towards me.

"What are you... Where are you going?"

I watched as the prince pulled the metal ladder, going up to the emergency exit stairs.

"Are we really going up there?" I asked.

"Come on, follow me."

I followed the prince, like I didn't really have much of a choice but to be his follower. First of all, I said yes to this. I know I should've just said no, and I'm currently regretting my decision at this moment. Second, he's the prince, and I'm fully aware that I've just lost my voice the moment I said yes to him. Of course, I'm just going to go along with whatever bullshit runs through his head. Lastly, I hated having no voice, but it's been the story of my life. I'm just a follower, and it's not because I can't say no or I don't want to do it or that I don't like you, so fuck off, but it's more like I don't have the means and power to say no. The reality is, in this world, I'm not one of the fortunate ones.

The prince and I soon reached the top of the building, and I do think this wasn't the first time he came here because he knows a good spot. By good spot, I mean there's a beautiful view of the river along with a picturesque panorama of the city. The wind was blowing perfectly calmly and gently, brushing through our skin. The city lights are glowing and blinking under the night sky, which I really do find alluring. I guess the best part of this spot was the tranquility of it all. I could really stay here up all night and just take pleasure in the serenity. I could just sit here all night watching the beautiful view of the river and the city while thinking out loud about life and how it sucks.

"I told you this was going to be worth it," the prince mouthed behind me. I was just admiring the view, and I may have drifted along the lines of tranquility and beauty.

"What the fuck! Don't creep up on me like that." Jumping out of surprise, I accidentally stepped on his shoes.

"AWWW!!!"

"I'm sorry!" I had to apologize in a snap, and as I looked at our feet, reality came and spanked me with an iron club. His shoes were filthy, expensive, and shiny, like they personally hired someone to keep them squeaky clean. I got mine from a thrift shop, and I've been wearing them for years because they sustained holes. The difference between our status in life flashed right before my eyes. Perhaps I shouldn't be hanging out with a prince.