Royal

Garden Flowers

Brendon ends up shoving me in a outfit very similair to the one earlier and I really want to question why I own these garmets in the first place.

"Okay so don't scare him off go slow you realize he was a slave and you rule a kingdom right? You have to understand that this is alot of change for one man even if he has a cute little muffin like you pinning after him." I nod as he does up the last button on the back of my shirt. Which dips and flashes scandalous amounts of collar bone.

Brendon plays with my hair while pushing me out the door. I swat away his hands and smile as I rush down the stairs.

I wonder into the kitchen and see Peter washing plates in a large basin of water.

"Come leave those for now it will be dark soon. Thats the best time for the garden." Peter jumps slightly and I realize I should have perhaps said hello before I blurted this out. I see a servant and call to them "Hey can you finnish the dish washing I will be borrowing Peter for the evening." They nod but their eyes flicker between us and a smile crosses their face.

I slightly regret telling them why Peter cannot do it for now there will surely be rumors spread across the castle.

I take Peters hand and walk out to the garden. I breathe in the cool air and smile enjoying the gentle breeze on my skin. Me and Peter walk silently down the garden paths and occasionally look at each other. I almost wish I had not let go of his hand. We make our way to one of the many garden benches and I pull him onto it.

"You can see the sunset from here." I say quitely and Peter looks at me and toward the castle wall blocking the horizon.

"How do you see it if there is a wall in the way?" He asks and looks at me I smile sadly.

"I always just pretend the wall is the horizon. I am not allowed outside without a gaurd escort." I state looking at the grass.

"Thats a shame its really beautiful out in the world. I always enjoyed the open water because you can see forever in either direction." He says dreamily staring off into the distance.

"Did you use to live on the water?" I ask and Peter tenses slightly.

"My father owned a trading business he would sometimes allow my mother and I aboard. Of course he was a wealthy white man and my mother was a slave he had bought. He never saw me as his child he only kept me around because he didn't want to anger my mother. One day she got very ill and later died I was only around eleven at the time. Needless to say he was outraged and sold me at the nearest port. Which so happened to be the one here and then I worked in the stables here."

I suck in a breath and stare at Peter in shock. "That is tragic I am so sorry." He smiles sadly a stray tear on his cheek.

"Well ever since you became king things are starting to look better." He says softly. I smile and lace my hand with his.

"Thank you. I have always tried to not be the man my father was." Peters habd squeezes mine and he slides a little closer.

"Look the sun is setting." He says nearly above a whisper and I turn and watch as the sun creeps behind the wall. As soon as it does a shadow crosses the garden and it becomes instantly colder.

"Let us go inside." I say and me and Peter walk back into the castle holding hands. I pause when we reach the door off of the main corridor to the servant quaters. I pull Peters hand to my mouth and kiss his knuckles softly. "Goodnight Peter" He blushes and nods smiling brightly and walking to the door waving at me before dissappearing behind it.

I walk back to my room happily and strip off the tight clothing before crawling into bed. I smile and think about Peter before dozing off.

I am awoken by someone shaking my shoulders violently. "Patrick wake up its Peter." I snap my eyes open and Brendon stares at me with worried eyes. I sit up quickly and Brendon pulls me down the halls and into one of the many guest rooms.

He pauses by the door and hold me back. "Patrick I don't know who did this but I will find out for you I promise." My body fills with fear as he says this and I glance toward the door.

"Brendon what did they do?" I ask slowly and Brendon looks to the floor and takes a calming breath.

"Honestly Patrick I have no clue what class of monster could ever do that to an innocent man." He says and walks away. My hands shale violently as I grab the handle and walk inside.

A doctor is just packing up his bag at the foot of the bed blocking my vision of Peter. He turns and sees me and smiles sadly.

"Your highness I tried my best I have put him on some sedation to help with the pain. I will return tomorrow to check on him." He hurries out of the room and my eyes snap to the figure in the bed.

Peter looks broken only his face and upper chest are visible from above the blankets but his lip is busted and his nose swollen and bleedig a bandage across the bridge of it. His cheek is a ugly red that will most likely be purple by the morning. I walk to the bed side and run my finger carefully across his forehead sweeping away the stray hair.

I grab his hand and the knuckles are bloody and scratched the nails have blood underneath them andI squeeze it and hold it to my chest. When I find who did this I will have their head.