King ~ A Troyler Story.

Chapter 5

King Tyler's POV

He paced his room with long strides, hands running through his hair as he tugged at the blonde roots while mumbling incoherent sentences under his breath. He was so used to this; his life was made up of this- keeping himself together even when he wanted to crumble apart. He had to keep up his appearance but even he was noticing the little cracks that were beginning to form and he was so prepared, so prepared. He had planned ahead, he had practised, he had organised who shall be there and who shall not. Yet it was all falling to pieces because of the one thing he hated to admit to himself.

Even after all these years he had no control over himself.

It was almost funny in a sadistic, morbid way. He had been groomed all his life, moulded into this perfect little toy that could be pulled, pushed and commanded with a permanent smile on its face. That was the thing though; he had been led to believe he was actually happy during those years of emotional and mental changes, as well as physical. Here he was now; however, the smile washed off as the clay shell he was hidden inside began to break with the various smashes it had faced. The toy had officially stopped working but there was no one here to cry over it because that was another thing he despised admitting even though it was one of his most troublesome thoughts that scratched at the outer walls of his mind.

He was alone. He was so alone.

He stopped suddenly in his tracks that had sped up his nightmares began to surface. He tried to think of his mind as a lake, not a single ripple that disturbed it. Yet he knew he could never be described as that. Tyler knew he was a storm that destroyed everything in its path. A violent, terrifying storm that whipped up any happiness and left behind shattered hopes. He turned his head a fraction and looked out the window, the darkness staring straight back at him. He blinked once, the darkness immobile as it greeted its old friend. The rain began to come down a little harder, welcoming its greatest ally who was now standing in front of the window. Tyler let himself tilt forward as he braced his hands on the smooth, cold panes of glass. A single puff of air escaped his air, magically forming a fog before disappearing.

Oh yes, Tyler Oakley was nothing but a storm.

He had to somehow regain control once more, the outburst that he had earlier had frightened him beyond belief. In that moment he could feel the true fury that he always concealed boil to the surface and spew over, its victim unfortunately drowned with in the scolding liquid. He wanted so badly to keep his expressionless mask and just dismiss the nasty man but he knew that he had defended himself too much. So much that it immediately appeared suspicious and that was further fuelled by his foolish decision that followed. Asking the Prince to stay in the meeting and somehow indirectly complimenting him for having a pleasant attitude (which he did not. If Tyler was being frank the boy annoyed him to no end.) Yet he felt that the boy still had to remain at the meeting, it was almost an instinct like he belonged there anyway so Tyler could ogle at him like a schoolgirl

He did try to think that the boy annoyed him. But he didn't. His reaction to the boy did.

He knew from the second that boy entered the ballroom on Tyler's coronation day, with his stupid smirk and his stupid face and his stupid pretty blue eyes that he was going to be nothing but trouble. Princes don't behave like five year old children but that boy definitely did, his whole existence was almost sarcastic and Tyler hated him and every inch of his appearance. He knew he was being irrational but he felt like the boy was the reason for everything going wrong, distraction him from controlling himself, the ripple in his smooth lake. He hated him for it and yet he was so endeared by his erratic behaviour. All his life he was used to the manners, the over exaggerated politeness and the stiff backs. Then this boy enters the meeting with a loud voice, slumping in his chair with his crown tilted on his hair while he insulted pretty much everyone with his look.