King ~ A Troyler Story.

Chapter 4

Prince Troye's POV

Wrapping his fingers round his brother's wrist, he hauled him over to the stand with a devilish smirk on his face. Ignoring the promise of behaving he had given to his father (and the King) he handed over three small silver coins in exchange for the three sponges. He gave one to Tyde and the other one to Harlow before stepping in front of the line that had been painted on the floor. A few feet in front of him, shackled in the wooden stock was the Trading Minister who had been bullied into the stock by Troye and Tyde. The man laughed nervously with his hands and feet tightly secured in the padded holes. Troye locked eyes with him and lifted the sponge above his head, making sure he had the perfect aim. With a hushed count of three under his breath, Troye threw the soaking sponge and with a ferocious slap it hit the Trading Minister square in the face. Troye felt the laughter bubbling at his expression and he eventually let out a throaty laugh, bracing his hands on his thighs for support.

A while later the Prince, his brother and Harlow were wondering through the village once more with the people of Eleanora gracing them with smiles and such. They were a few days into the week of visitation and so far Troye was bored out of his mind. Due to the King requesting his best behaviour his father had been even more controlling; Troye couldn't even breathe without having to do it 'properly.' He was originally going to be in meetings however his father chose to take Tyde into them instead because Tyde seemed to be the less rebellious one of the two. If Troye was being frank he was ready to go home. All he did here was wander round the village under the close eye of the Trading Minister or Harlow. Or even better he sat in their guest room, wondering how to have some fun in this place.

The Kingdom of Eleanora seemed to be somewhat mysterious like the stories told. Troye hadn't found anything worth staying for yet but he had to admit- there seemed to be some sort of secret that lied beneath the cobblestones. Honestly the kingdom was almost as dull as its King; it almost seemed to reflect his personality. The colours were drab, the weather usually moody and the entertainment as non-existent as the Kings sense of humour. The strange thing was that the residents seemed so happy like they belonged in a cartoon or something with their over animated faces. They also seemed to stare at Troye with such happiness wherever he went which was getting annoying. Really annoying.

Later on that evening he was laying on his bed which his father would probably yell at him for because he had to always have good posture. However he lay on his stomach with his ankles crossed in the air and his arms folded under his chin. He was currently watching his father adjust his blazer several times for the meeting that was about to take place. Troye thought the week was meant to be for celebration however the Kings that had gathered wanted to secure their trading ties or discuss the recent stock market. Troye could literally puke. The women went on fancy lunches together, the younger ones trying to catch the eye of possible suitor while the elders tried to pass on their wisdom of some sort. Troye didn't know where he quite fit in during this week but he all of a sudden got the answer.

"Troye I want you to come to this meeting with me. I think it will be extremely beneficial." Troye looked at his father in surprise then narrowed his eyes in suspicion, one eyebrow raised curiously. His father must have a reason behind the invitation, especially since he had been bringing Tyde to the meetings and that seemed to be going well. He looked at the dress of his father to see if he was a little more dressed up than usual but he seemed just as formal as ever- the picture of a ruthless King. King Shaun noticed the Prince's confusion and sighed, deciding he didn't have to explain anything to his son otherwise he would refuse to go.

"You will find out why when we get there. However you are going no matter what."

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