Royal

I see Pete Wentz Underpants

I stare at Peter. How had I never learned his name before now? I step past him and grab a few of the slices of cheese and ham as well as fruit I stuff it in a bag and hand them to him.

He stares at me in shock and grips the bag with white knukles.

"What are the names of those gaurds?" I ask.

" Fitzgerald and Huntz your highness." He stumbles over his words and stares at the floor.

"Stand up Peter. Have a meal with me before you go will you?" I ask boldly. I see Peters eyes snap up to mine wide with shock his mouth opened slightly.

"Yes of course your majesty."

"Please call me Patrick." I say helping him from the floor. I make my way to the pantry and pull out some of the food there. I eye up the chocolate from Switzerland and my mouth waters I snap off a chuck and add it to the plate of food.

Peter is still standing holding the bag as I turn with the plate filled with goodies and walk to the dining hall. He follows behind me quickly.

Instead of sitting at the head of the table I sit on the side and gesture for Peter to sit across from me. I set down the plate in the middle of the table and he reaches into the bag.

"No save that for later." I say quickly and his hand freezes. He slowly sets the bag down and turns toward the plate.

"You are to kind your high.. Patrick." He says politely and reaches out a tentative hand to grab a small grape from the plate.

I watch in wonder as he eats it slowly. Its been to long since I have had diner company that I actually enjoyed.

"Here try this." I say and snap the chocolate hunk in half and hand one of them to him. His whiskey coloured eyes widen again and he takes it slowly. His finger tips brush against mine and I feel myself blush.

He places the peice in his mouth and makes a noise I have never heard before. I feel like it belongs in ones private chambers. It makes my cheeks flare up even more as I watch Peter's eyes close as he savours the chocolate.

His eyes open and he stiffens when he sees me watching him so closely.

"Sorry your highness." He says and stares down at the table.

"No its just. Uh. Its just. Here have the rest." I shove the other half toward him.

"No its yours. I mean all of this is yours really. I uh Im sorry." He stutters and stands and flees from the room. I watch him go and my heart fills with sadness as I hear the doors close silently. I stare at the other peice of chocolate in my hand and I am no longer hungry. I look at Peters chair and the bag sits by its foot.

I feel anger bubble inside me. I made him that bag because he was hungry! It was for him and he rejected it!

I push away from the table and walk up to my chambers. I kick the door closed angrilly and flop down on my bed. I fall asleep with thoughts of Peter swirling in my mind.

I wake up when a servant opens the heavy curtains and light filters in.

"Good Morning your highness. One of the cooks would like to have a word seems as if someone broke into the kitchen last night." They say politely.

"Oh that was me." I say quickly. I see the servants eyes fill with confusion before they nod.

"I will let them know." They begin to walk out.

"Wait can you arrange a meeting with Fitzgerald and Huntz the stable gaurds for me today?" The servant nods and slips from the door.

Thats when my right hand man bursts into the room. My head servant that I consider my closest friend. Brendon.

"Up Up Pattycakes breakfast awaits! What should you wear today?" He bounds over to the wardrobe and starts pulling out item after item. "We have to finish that painting today before the painter must leave. Dont worry they said you don't have to be dressed in the same clothes they just need your beautiful face." Brendon laughs at his own joke and pulls me from the bed.

"Whats that look on your face. You look different." Brendon questions.

"Have you ever met Peter?"