The Royale Murder: He's Mine - King Roland x Cedric

Lamb To The Slaughter

Cedric rose up from his slumber. His daily routine started out as normal. Wormwood being an annoying nuisance as always. Cedric had tried to tidy up his tower but his efforts were for nothing as Wormwood knocked over all his progress.

"Merlin's mushrooms...", Cedric cursed under his breathe.

Cedric had tried to tidy up his living quarters. He hadn't really slept the night before, probably from nerves.. unsure of what  nerves exactly. Cedric could have sworn it was something important. 

It was almost as if he couldn't remember.

Odd.

Cedric brushed it off as if it were nothing, putting on his cloak. There was a supposed staff meeting that the king had organized this morning. He quickly slicked his hair back, not doing too much to his perfect hair, as he would say. He opened a drawer that contained many bowties, but he chose the one he always wore in the castle. 

Cedric then gravitated to the drawer under the one that contained his bowties, opening it and grabbing his signature brown fingerless gloves. He made his way to a long body mirror, checking himself out before he left. 

He had always wanted to look good when the King was around, but he had this feeling in his stomach to look the best  he ever had. He walked out the hallway, closing the door behind him.. continuing his way to the Boardroom that is until he had a sinking feeling he'd forgotten something.

Cedric quickly patted himself down, his hands gliding throughout his body, trying to feel if he had taken his wand. His heart almost jumped out of his chest when he felt the emptiness. Cedric quickly walked back into his tower, scanning the room for his wand.

Where could I had left it.. 

I know it's here somewhere.

If Roland finds out I lost it.. 

No.

You can't be thinking like this, Cedric. 

Think, Cedric, think... where could that blasted wand be. 

He could feel a surge of panic festering up inside of him. He didn't want to lose that wand he had just gotten. If it was any other wand, he wouldn't have given a care in the world. 

But since it was King Roland  who had gifted him this wand.. 

It was very dear to Cedric's heart.

Cedric continued to throw spell books and loose articles around the room he had just cleaned up. He could care less about the mess he's making at the moment, all that matters is finding that blasted  wand.

"Will you quit the squawking already?!", Cedric turned to yell at Wormwood. He had already been stressed out enough, if he stresses out anymore he'll get some more gray hairs.