King ~ A Troyler Story.

Chapter 3

King Tyler's POV

"Presenting His Majesty, King Tyler of Eleanora." Tyler stood from his throne as he was applauded yet again by the various people that were here for the week of celebration. The word celebration did nothing but unsettle the King, his stomach churning at the thought of Eleanora being filled with strangers for a whole week. Strangers whom he would have to put a façade on for. As the crowd settled once again the music began, the band playing a variety of fast paced songs that had everyone cheering. Several people's eyes were glazed over from the strong wine that was being served throughout the night. Many couples were dancing skilfully (some not so much) while many women ogled Tyler, none of them gaining his attention.

He scanned the room for Alfie; the sight of his advisor would somewhat sooth him and was surprised when he saw him. He stood near the buffet table, talking to a young girl who he recognised as the Princess of Summerville. She was tall and lean, her long ruby red dress hugging her torso before spilling into a skirt after her waist. Her hair was piled on top of her hair, the blond tips curled tastefully. Tyler watched as she laughed at something Alfie said, placing her delicate hand on his arm. He chuckled as Alfie blushed at the contact, ruffling his hair awkwardly.

The sight somewhat fascinated him. After locking himself away he did not witness the couples that were formed in the castle, or even in the kingdom itself. The thought of love or relationships had never touched his mind, a book that was untouched and not read. Tyler didn't even know what he looked for in a partner but he didn't need to worry as he wasn't looking for one. He would feel sorry for the unfortunate soul that would have to share his life. No one should suffer him, so he stayed alone, he could run the kingdom alone.

'A King should be his own advisor, his own partner. A King does not need the love of others.'

Tyler was sharply pulled from his thoughts at the sight of a young woman and an older man standing before him. "Your Majesty, I am the King of Esmerelda and this is my daughter Princess Elizabeth of Esmerelda. I would like to offer her hand to you for a dance." Tyler raised an eyebrow as he looked at the woman. Her pale slender skin and raven black hair would be enough to drive any Prince crazy. Tyler could already see many males looking at her and now as a result, him, with jealousy. Her father shared his daughter's fair skin; however his hair was now silver as the result of age. His eyes were hard as stone but he obviously saw Tyler as an ideal partner for his daughter. Again Tyler would never put someone in the position of sharing his pitiful life.

A thought disturbed him though. As much as he could appreciate the beauty of the young woman, he felt no reaction to it. Not even a stir of arousal as most men would feel. "As much as I appreciate your offer Your Majesty, I must decline. I don't, nor do I plan to, dance." The elder man look taken back as did his daughter, the offence bringing some sort of morbid amusement to Tyler. The King ushered his daughter away after an awkward wave goodbye, steering her towards a noble man whose eyes were already trained on her breasts. Tyler let out a snort.

This seemed to happen most of the night, fathers and Kings from other countries offering their daughters hand to Tyler, some almost pleading him to dance with them. Every time he declined them politely, losing his temper with some. Again he sought out Alfie in the crowd who caught his gaze, inclining his head to him. Tyler noticed the Princess of Summerville now clinging onto his arm, looking up at his face with wonder. Tyler felt himself smile softly at the sight of his best friend (though he would never admit that to the advisor) in love and wondered how long he had been planning on keeping it from him.

Alfie began heading over to the King with an important stride, the woman following surprisingly gracefully. Tyler raised an eyebrow but instead of scaring the young woman off he decided to be kind, his advisor had shown enough kindness to him over the years. Alfie stopped in front of him and gestured to the woman on his arm. "Your Majesty this is Princess Zoe of Summerville who is one of our strongest trading partners. My Lady, this is King Tyler of Eleanora." She bowed down to Tyler with a smile of beauty and Tyler lifted her hand, placing a kiss upon the middle. Alfie smiled at him gratefully, before sending the Princess to get them some wine while he spoke to Tyler.