World Without End | Sitkolson [C]

ONE

SEPTEMBER 1, 1764

I hadn't exactly wanted to celebrate like this. They said it was my birthday, my 'twenty-first', to be exact. My father had had too much to drink, so had my mother. They invited the all of the people, even the peasants, into our manor to celebrate my birthday.

Ryan, one of the men my father has recently asked to protect and serve me, hadn't left my side the entire night. Though he had dozens of woman ask to dance with them, he had kindly declined.

He didn't speak much. Then again, he never really did. I don't think he exactly knew how to, because he tells me he isn't the best with reading, either.

One of my closest people, Chris, had spent most of the night speaking with my other 'servant', Angelo.

As I had recently stated, it wasn't a very fun night. It was hard to tell what we were celebrating. The peasants had finished almost every ounce of wine they were allowed, making them funnier than the greater lords and the King, my father.

I am not very-

"Richard?"

Ricky placed his pen back in his book, marking the page before closing it, turning around in his seat to see Angelo standing by the door.

"Angelo," He smiled, standing up, "How was your night?"

"Pleasant. I got to meet that Chris you speak so much about."

He nodded his head, "What do you think of him?"

"I like him. He's nice."

"That he is."

After a moments of silence, Angelo spoke up, a frown crossing his face.

"Have you seen where Ryan went, Sir?"

Rick shook his head, sighing as he walked to his dresser, "He walked me back here than left. As usual, didn't say much."

"Your father," Angelo says, quickly correcting himself, "The King, had he spoken of any plans, raids or voyages?"

"None that I'm aware of, why?"

"Well, usually Ryan leaves on them. If he hasn't, though, he's most likely wandering the manor."

Nodding his head, Rick kindly asked Angelo to go and find him.

Ricky had never been one to get a perfect night's sleep. The only time he could ever actually try and get a good night's rest was when he had Angelo or Ryan in his room, their protection being enough to set him to rest.

Though the rules said that at Ricky's age, he should've been fighting along side his father in the battles they had at hand, he never actually had. He never had been asked to go on those sort of things, because, as Angelo had mentioned, Ryan would always go on them for him. Not that Ricky knew that much.

•|•|•

As Ryan wandered around the manor, he looked up, noticing the small specks of white in the pitch black sky.

He had always found beauty in the most simple things. All though, there were many secrets only the King knew about. Ryan had tried his best to seem nice and cover everything up. Especially the King. Even though he ignored his son most of the time, he had gone to extreme measures just to protect him. Using Ryan as a 'guard' being one of them.

"Ryan!"

Angelo slowed his walk down, his breathing not as rapid when he finally made his way to Ryan.

"Angelo."

"You know," He breathed out, "You should tell Rick. After living in his father's shadow his whole life, he should at least know who we are. Or rather, what we are."

Sighing, Ryan shook his head, "He's a smart kid. He'll see everything eventually."

•|•|•

As Ryan stepped through the door, Ricky's head snapped up, a slight smile on his face when he saw him.

"Ryan." Ricky smiled, walking to where Ryan stood, "I sent Angelo to look for you. I hope you don't mind."

"It's fine. Now," Ryan walked past Rick and to his bed, pulling the covers back, "You should get some rest, Sir. I don't want you tired for tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" Ricky frowned, laying on the bed and watching as Ryan covered him up.

"Another day."

A/N: I'm not the best with first chapters. Hell, I'm not really the best with books. But, OH WELL!
I hope you guys enjoy this book!
Thanks! xxx