My King

Chapter 5 - The siren's song.

Chapter 5 – The siren's song.

King Luka Black

I awake with a shout, and the air knocked out of my lungs at the heavy weight of my friend and right hand jumping on me. I groan at the pressure, and my narrowed eyes fall on his mischievous gaze, as he sits atop my stomach and chest area. His hair falling an inch above his eyebrows, his blue orbs shining in mischief, and a smirk playing on his lips.

"Time to rise and shine, your highness" He teases, a glint in his eyes that spell trouble. As usual.

A permanent scowl is set on my dark expression, and I shove him away, the force sending him to the floor, face connecting with the floor. His high-pitched scream echoes against the stone walls, making the sound vibrate even louder throughout my chamber. My annoyance peak, when he sends me a pout and a whine, his discomfort showing.

Why we do this dance every morning is beyond me.

I grumble under my breath, while throwing my comfortable covers to the other side of my large king-sized bed. My bare feet connect with the cold hardwood floor, a shudder making itself at home within my bones. I already miss the warmth of my bed.

A heavy sigh is breathed out, when a string of cusses comes my way. "You stupid motherfuc-" The creak erupting from the door, interrupt Alaska' mad jabbering, my father standing tall in the doorway. He sizes up Alaska' sitting position on the floor, before his disapproving and narrowed gaze falls on me.

I clear my throat. "What do I owe this pleasure father?"

"Get your ass up, son, the death trial starts soon"

He huffs and direct his gaze back to Alaska for a brief show of his distaste. "You too, Alaska. And if you can refrain from bringing shame upon the royal family, that will be highly appreciated" He says with a disdained growl, and slam the door harshly on his way out.

His loud disgust for my friend, never seize to amaze me.

Our equally blue eyes lock head on, and I give him the usual apologetic look for my father's behavior.

The hate for my friend, hasn't come over time or after getting to know him. It was always there lurking in the shadows. His low status is to blame for the hatred he suffers from. His angered words still linger in the back of my mind, painted as a constant reminder.

That lowlife shouldn't even inhale the same air as my son, let alone befriend him. He's born a commoner, nothing more and nothing less.

The lecture of our hierarchy was a storm swirling my way, the minute my father was informed of my secret passageways.

Growing up in a large castle might sound glorious to some, but to me it was my own personal prison full of lectures and manners. Training was devastating and always ended in puke and tears. Friends weren't on my father's long list of chores, nor was it ever a reality.

Friends make you weak. Playing is useless and a waste of precious time.

His deep voice was always framed by a disappointed undertone. Pleasing my father was a hard, if not impossible task, and I've never achieved it. I had strict orders throughout the days, and a two-hour reading session containing every last detail of the four kingdoms and their rulers, was my reality. I spent it locked in my chamber with the hollowing silence. No one was allowed to enter during the hours, claiming it could disturb me, and ruin my education.

Not on my watch – My father's word was law.

The heavy silence was a tough rock on my heart at times, and exploring the insides of my chamber became an intriguing game. The narrow passageway hiding behind the large painting of our family was what guided me out of the castle, and into the busy town square. I was heavily disguised behind my oversized black hoodie, knowing full well if I was recognized, I'd be shipped back to my father, where his wrath would meet me.