My bodyguard // Noah x Michael // Royal AU

7. ~A Ton Of Secrets~

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Noah's pov:

After I brought Michael up to his room to rest after he fainted, I have been sitting in a chair he had at a desk in his room. I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, it was light out. Michael was still sleeping on his bed.
I sat up on the chair, looking at Michael with a stoic expression that quickly turned to pity, before turning back to normal. I stare at Michael, debating if I should wake him or not.

I eventually decide to stand up and wake Michael up. I quietly walk over to the bed, and shake him by the shoulder the tiniest bit.
"Hey, wake up, it's 10:00." I whispered, continuing to shake him.

I can see the way his face moves that he woke up.
"Mmm..." He made a tired sound. "What..." He pulls the blanket over his head, pulling it off a second after to sit up.

I chuckle a little when I see his expression. I found it kind of cute.
"Come in, wake up, sleepyhead." I said, still shaking him.

"Why..." He rubs his eyes, whining as he clearly didn't want to wake up.
"Because it's 10:00 am." I tell him again. "And because I want you to eat something."

"Oh..." He said, clearly not thinking because of how tired he was.

I ruffled his hair for a bit before speaking up again.
"So come on." I said a little quieter, grabbing him by the armpits and pulling him up a little.

Michael places a hand on his head, holding it.
"Why am I so dizzy..."

My gaze turned to a soft expression, looking a michael.
"Because you need something to eat, come on." I grab his hand and start to pull him up off the bed.

"Wait..." I hear him say. He tried to stop me from moving him but he was so light, it was so easy to move him.
"I- can't go down there..."

My expression turned to on of worry quickly, mixed with a bit of anger. My grip on his hand tightening a little.
"Why can't you go down? What are you so afraid of?"

...
He doesn't say anything for a second.
"My parents... I told you this yesterday..." He paused again. "Since you forced me to quit the meet and greet yesterday because I was "overworking" myself, they won't be very happy."

My grip on his hand loosens and I let go. I knew how brutal the king and queen could be, but I also didn't know the full effect on Michael since I'm not allowed near him while he's talking to his parents. "Right..." I say in a soft whisper. "Then I'll go talk to them."

"No!" Michael wasted no time yelling out. He realized he yelled and made a mistake,  so he tried to cover it.
"No- just... bring some food up please...and if they ask you why, just say you were hungry."

I was about to protest but realized Michaels thinking was probably best. He's lived with them for the 16 years he's lived. He knows how they are.
"Fine. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" I said with the slightest bit of hesitation, walking out the room after I get a small nod.

As I shut the door behind me, I began to walk through the halls of the palace. As I walked, I smiled and nodded at all the guards and maids around, who gave me the same nod and smile back. Soon I arrived in the dining room since that's how I got to the kitchen.

"Ah, Mr. Carter!" Queen Clara smirked as she saw me. Her and King William were sitting at the dining table with papers all around them.

I mentally groan when I hear her voice. I hated her in every way possible. I forced a fake, but convincing smile before speaking and standing in front of them.
"Good afternoon, your majesty's."