World Without End | Sitkolson [C]

TWO

SEPTEMBER 3, 1764

I have yet to speak to Ryan about my dream I had a night ago. I don't know how I haven't noticed it yet, but it has only now dawned on me. Ryan has been my protector since I was sixteen. In those five years of protecting and serving me, I haven't seen one flaw. I'm not talking about his looks, though he is one of the more decent looking men here, but I mean the fact his features have yet to change.

I may be overthinking everything, but I am now certain that I am right. I'm completely unsure of how I'm only just noticing this now, but it's made me more than curious. I will find out, though. My curiosity will get the better of me and I will find the answers I need. I'm hoping that Ryan will actually listen to me enough to understand...

With a sigh, Ricky shut his book, staring out the small window as he tapped a finger on his chin.

Whenever Ricky wanted answers, he would find a way to get them. As bad as it was, being the King's son did have it's positives. Finding out information from someone lower than him one of them.

Though he hated that he had to use his 'social power' as an advantage, he would use it in this time. Because, it had only just made Ricky realise that his dream was more than right.

"Richard."

A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts, getting him to rise from his position and greet one of his fathers knights.

"Ivan." Ricky gave the knight a small smile, "What can I do for you?"

"The King would like to see you. He's in the council room."

With a nod of his head, Ricky walked past Ivan and down the long, narrow hallway.

The designs were fairly simple. Wood walls, silk curtains and small candlesticks placed on some of the walls.

Slowly, it had started to change. When he was a young teenager, they didn't have half as many materials as they did now. They had wood, cloth, metal and other implements. But they had never had the fine clothing they had in the late seventeenth century. The books said that in the fifteenth century, the only clothing people had was basically table cloth. Now, Ricky was grateful that they had softer materials and could actually make decent looking suits. He never really could imagine himself dressed any differently. After all, his father would forbid it.

As Ricky stepped past a window, his blonde hair shining in the sun, he saw that the markets were on, practically luring people their to buy whatever they had to sell.

It was Sunday, meaning that he had to attend church.

Ricky was never one to really take part in anything religious, but it was more than a tradition there. Really, the church only helped the younger children. They taught them in Latin, even read the bible in Latin. Like stated, it was more than a tradition.

As he pushed  the dark brown oak door open, that was significantly taller than him, Ricky caught the scent of wine and heard multiple voices, obviously signalling that there was a meeting.

He walked in, being careful not to disturb as he stood to the side, watching the commotion take place.

"No!" His father growled, standing over the table, "That is against our laws. If we were to do that, we'd break generations of work."

"Sir, I understand that you're having trouble with everything-"

"I said no! This is my son. Who should..."

Ricky's eyes widened, his father somehow taking the opportunity to look up and greet his son's blue eyes.

"Ryan," The King sighed, looking down in shame, "Please get Richard ready. We have church to attend."

Ricky only stared in horror and confusion. It was rude to speak out of turn, especially to the King, so Ricky didn't, not until Ryan escorted him out of the room and started walking him down the hallway leading to his room.

Angry, Ricky pushed Ryan away, demanding, "I want to know what they're talking about."

With a sigh, Ryan replied, "I'm sorry, Sir, but it's best you don't know. It's-"

"You can't say no to me." Ricky growled, using his authority against Ryan, "I'm higher than you, so you need to tell me."

"And I'm part of what's going on." Ryan snit, "Therefore, you have no control over me. Especially when the King has placed orders."

"I want to know!" Ricky yelled, his mind later going back to the dream, "But most of all," He growled, his temper snapping, "I want to know why you haven't changed once since I was sixteen."

Ryan tensed, his eyes slightly widening.

He knew Rick was smart, but he didn't think he would figure everything out now. Sure, it was almost five years of compelling, but Ryan thought they would've lasted longer than that.

With one last look around, making sure there wasn't anyone lurking, Ryan grabbed Ricky's arm and dragged him to his room, slamming the door shut so no one could hear.

"What do you remember?"

Ricky pursed his lips, "I had a dream. You were there, telling me a few things, but it was inaudible... You looked the same whilst I was younger, around seventeen."

Ryan sighed in relief, turning around to walk to Ricky's dresser where he pulled a new, more church-appropriate suit out.

"I refuse to get changed without the information, Ryan."

Ryan knew how stubborn Ricky could get, that's what could get annoying.

He didn't want to have to keep compelling Ricky to forget, because then not only would Ricky be in the shadow of his father's life, but his own. So, with one final decision, Ryan told Ricky to sit on the bed, saying that he'll explain everything.

"I'm not who you think I am, Sir." Ryan muttered, "I'm now what you think I am."

"You're human." Ricky says, slightly chuckling, "Just like me and Angelo and-"

"No." Ryan shook his head, "You're wrong, Sir."

A/N: So, I have a question...; how long do you guys want the chapters being? Say, 10-15 pages...? Please comment because I don't want to make it too short or too long.

Thanks! xxx