Royal

Castle Walls

I sit by Peters bedside and stroke the back of his hand with my thumb. I kissed this hand only a few hours ago what could have possibly gone wrong in such a short amount of time? I rest my head against Peters thigh and sigh heavily. My chest hurts and I can't pin point what this feeling is.

Suddenly Brendon bursts into the room. He pauses when he sees me but clears his throat loudly. I sit up and he has a grim look on his face.

"We found them." He says bluntly and I stare at him questioning if its true. He nods to affirm my doubts and I feel rage bubble up from my stomach. I gently place Peters hand back across his chest and stand slowly placing a kiss to his forehead before stalking out of the room.

I adjust my pajamas and burst into the grand hall. I see a man on his knees infront of my thrown. His mouth already dripping blood onto the rich carpet. I feel my hatred burn in my veins but I calmly go sit in my thrown.

"So tell me why did you do this to one of my staff?" I spit out grinding my teeth waiting for the answer.

The guys head tilts up to look at me. I glare daggers at him and get a slight good feeling seeing his face bruised and beaten as well. "He is a slave thats why. He doesn't belong in the servant quaters." I grip the arm rests tightly my knuckles turning white and nails sinking into the wood.

"Tell me right now why I shouldn't kill you where you kneel." I growl. I desperately want to punch this guy in the face.

" Because I am doing my job. Your father told me to fend off all un wanted suitors. He wanted to see this kingdom flourish not become ruined from a teenage boys hormones." He doesn't even regret it. I stand and take a few long strides toward him. The guard holding him looks uncomfortable but the guy stares directly in my eyes and has a emotionless face.

I feel the anger take over my entire body and my vision turns red just looking at the still face of the man in front of me. My hand darts out and snatches the sword from the guards hip holster and I draw back to seing at that mans face. The monster. A follwer of my father who was nothing but pure evil. I begin the down swing hard enough to take his head clean off but someone stops my arms.

I turn angrilly growling but it fades when i see Brendon's worried face. "Patrick put the sword down. This carpet is already stained with enough blood from your fathers rule. Don't sink to his level." My breaths slow and I take a deep breath and drop the sword. I turn back to the man on the floor.

"To the dungeon." I say quickly and the guard joined by another drag the now smirking man out of the room.

"Your weak Patrick! Your father would be ashamed of what you have become!" The guy yells as he is dragges out of the door.

I run a hand threw my hair and take a shaky breath. I start walking away but feel Brendons hand land on my shoulder. I push him off and rush out of the room despite Brendon's protests.

I make it back to my chambers before I break down on the floor. I can't breathe it feels like my chest is collapsing as tears streak down my face. I claw at my chest because I need more air and it isn't coming. I cry harder because somehow I have turned out to be exactly what I have been avoiding.

I have become my own father a relentless blood thirsty monster. I don't know how long I stay on that floor but I am vaguely aware that at some point someone came in and is stroking my hair softly. I bite back my cries long enough to see Brendon's teary eyed face. I am pulled knto his lap and my head against his chest.

I cuddle into him and use his shirt, which is probably worth more than half my wardrobe, to dry my tears. He strokes my hair and back softly murmuring encouraging words.

"You shouldn't believe a word that man said. You have become a fantastic ruler of this kingdom and any normal father would be incredibly proud of you. I am proud of you Patrick." I sniffle softly and don't respond, I don't trust my voice to not crack at the moment. " I will make sure that no one else in this entire city was also bribed by your father."

We sit there for a moment longer and he continues to stroke my hair. I sigh loudly and whisper against Brendons ruined shirt. " What are we going to do with him? Is he a traitor or is he simply doing his job? He hurt Peter Bren if I see his face again I will try to kill him."

" I know Patrick." He sighs and pats my shoulder. "What about public punishment? Send a message to any others who alliances lie with you father."

I sit back slightly and debate this. It would be a good way to deal with him. I smile up at Brendon and he smiles softly back. "Perfect."

A/n sorry this is kind of short. I am hoping to update again soon since I am an update behind.

Anyways who knows what that plank of wood thing that has the hand and head hole is called? I suppose I can google it.