King ~ A Troyler Story.

Chapter 9

Hello my lovelies! I give you another chapter. So Tyler is making a development here which is the first of many. He is obviously a very closed person who very rarely shows himself yet in this chapter he yet again has that dark vibe but has a small moment of weakness with Alfie. This is highly important as he is a very brutal and rough character who has no thought for other people and to show his thoughts to someone else is a big step for him. I can't wait to show you all how he develops as a person with Troye and how certain people really can change your whole persona. Troye doesn't do it all with sympathy though. He has many things to overcome himself like his responsibilities, his constant pressure from his father and his odd immaturity that he is using to help himself. I hope you will fall in love with these characters as much as I have.

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It was a simple movement really. Pick the coin up gently, swivel it and watch it turn before it fell. Then when it softly tapped the surface you picked it up again and repeated the movement. Of course you didn't know whether it would land on heads or tails, you could make a calculated guess maybe but you would never know. The probability of it all was easy enough to make sense from and he could complete the movement rather smoothly. Then why was something wrong, something oddly frustrating about the movement. Tyler growled quietly under his breath as he picked the silver coin up, spun it and watched it land on heads. His stomach churned again and he angrily picked the coin up and spun it harder, watching it violently twist and turn before spinning of its path and over the edge of the table. One of the maids looked anxiously at him and he just waved a hand at her, signalling he didn't want her to pick the coin up.

Instead he took a hold of his glass and raised it to her, watching in amusement as she scurried away to fetch some more whisky and bringing it back. It took her a few moments before she returned and walked over to him, keeping her head down. Unscrewing the lid there was a soft clink that vibrated through his ears like the already present alcohol hummed through his veins. Her hands shook as she poured the bottle, stopping when he mumbled the word and leaving to put the bottle back. He spun the liquid round in the glass a few times with the tip of his finger, before raising it and placing it in his mouth to gather the liquid. He made no noise as he sucked his finger dry then wiped it on the napkin in front of him with a blank expression. He then let out a huff of air, wishing he had the coin to swivel once more. It wasn't like he didn't have anything to do, there were several things he had to take care of but his interest wasn't exactly- well interested.

He raised a hand to his face, rubbing his chin and feeling the subtle stubble that grew there. He wasn't exactly the picture of a King right now, but when was he? As a kid he was far too eager, goofy smile with weird glasses that made him look like the town joker rather than a Prince. As a teenager he had gotten somewhat snobbier but still somewhat eager to become the best king there was. Now he was here, with serious anxiety issues and anger that he could never quite control. In fact he couldn't even sit here without a weird, dark vibe coming off him. He turned his head to look at a maid and watched as her eyes widened with fear before turning his head back. Oh yes, he definitely he had a weird vibe. Yet he was oddly comfortable.

This was one of the only rooms apart from his bedroom and the library that he could be bothered to sit in sometimes. It was an office of sorts one could say but it didn't really have that atmosphere right now. There was a large oak desk in the middle, the dark wood one of the finest cuts in the town. It was a gift from a rich old duke that had taken a weird liking to Tyler and decided to send him a desk of all things. However it did have Tyler's initials elegantly carved in the corner which was quite a nice decoration. On the desk was a bottle of ink with an expensive quill which Tyler had found when he was younger and he got it with no charge due to him being Prince. Then behind his desk was the chair which he currently sat upon, an uncomfortable wooden chair with a large back. Tyler didn't really care for comfort though and just placed a pillow on there when he sat down. One of his arms was draped across the arm of the chair while the other he had placed his elbow on so he could place his cheek in his hand. The room was dark and dusty, the curtains still drawn and the general lack of lighting in the room. Tyler hated light anyway so he didn't really care.