Royal

Gold and Chocolate

I strum my fingers on the desk top and ponder how I can get Pete to see me as a friend. An idea clicks in my head and I smile and rush down the the kitchen. When I enter the chef jumps slightly before hurridly continuing preping the meal for dinner.

"Could you use more staff here?" I ask and the chef pauses.

"Why yes your highness it would be lovely to have more help." They say this warily as if worried to complain.

" Alright done you get a new man to help here." I walk out and call to the servant.

"Can you fetch Peter from the stables and give him a bath and fresh clothing he is going to have a new work assignment in the castle." They nod and scurry off. I see another servant. " Can you put out a job posting for a stable boy for the castle." They nod and nearly run away. I try to shrug it off knowing I should not take offence to everyone being afriad of me.

An hour later the first servant comes into the grand hall followed by a damp haired newly clothed Peter. I smile and sit up straighter when I see how good he looks all washed and wearing clothes that properly fit.

"Thank you, you may go and leave me with Peter." The servant nods and rushes away. I see the fear in Peters eyes and I just smile brightly.

"Hello Peter." I say happily his eyes dart up and he nods.

"Hello your majesty." He says and shifts slightly on his feet.

" Please call me Patrick. Anyways I have a new work place for you." This captures his attention and he looks up and his brown eyes connect with mine. "You will be working the kitchen. I also would like to offer you payment for your work. You will no longer be considered a slave in the castle and will get a room in the servant chambers. As will all other slaves in the castle." I watch as the words register on to him his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open.

" Thank you my king. I me-mean Patrick." I smile as he calls me by name the word sounding so nice after such a long time without anyone using it. Well no one except Brendon. I call to another servant " Can you bring Peter to an empty room in the servant quaters and let him get his things settled and then bring him to the kitchen and tell them he is the new help." I watch Pete follow them and right before he leaves the room he turns around and looks at me with a smile. I feel my heart fludder and I blush slightly.

"Who are you screwing?" Brendon says right in my ear and I jump.

"What in earth are you saying?" I screech.

"The red cheeks the slave boy slipping from the room newly washed and clothed. You are so screwing him arent you, you dirty little man." Brendon laughs as I turn a brighter shade of red.

"You shouldn't say things like that to the king." I huff which causes Brendon to laugh harder.

"Oh no you aren't screwing him. Oh man you totally want to be though. You poor innocent young virgen you have no idea how to woo a young lady let alone an older man." Thats when I punch Brendon and walk away. "Patrick wait! I'm kidding! Wait I can help!" I pause and Brendon runs infront of me. "If you want to woo a man we have much to talk about first. I thought you be the one to marry the princesses and then have 12 children but I suppose I am wrong."

" Brendon I do not know why I cannot just be normal and do exactly that but I like Peter. I want him to like me as well."

"Well for starters do you know if he enjoys the company of men in that way? He could be into women and very possibly married at his age." I feel a swell of saddness when I realize he is correct. Pete is alot older than I and could very possbly be married to a woman.

Me and Brendon spend the next few hours in my chambers talking about seduction and flirtation. It makes my head hurt and also worries me that Brendon knows these things and is the same age as I am. Brendon picks me out an outfit consisting of tight satin and cotton and insists I wear it into the kitchen.

"Are you crazy? That is practically what women wear in the brothel." Brendon smiles and nods.

"Exactly if he does not eat you alive with his eyes you will know he doesnt enjoy men." I blush and usher him out of the room and pull it on. It hardly fits and when I look into the mirror I look ridiculous.

I walk out of the room and Brendon beams. "Look at you, you seductress." He slaps my butt. "Go get 'em."

I blush and rush down the hallway and make my way into the kitchen I see Pete bringing a steaming plate out of the stove. I clear my throat and he places it down and turns and sees me. His eyes widen as he takes in my outfit.

"How do you enjoy the kitchen?" I ask and I smile slightly when I see Pete's eyes look me up and down.

"V-ver-very lovely my king." He stutters out and I smile as he cannot stop tailing his eyes over the outfit. I almost want to do a victory dance.

"Good to hear Peter. Will you be serving dinner this evening?"

"I believe so my king." He says and I nod and turn to walk out only slightly swaying my hips as I go.

When I make it back to my room I let out a breath I didnt even know I was holding and laugh happily.

So Peter also enjoys men.