Royal

Letters and Lust

I flip threw a few of my libraries old translation books but find nothing to decipher the letter. I sigh and put the letter into a new envelope and seal it with wax before addressing it to the towns historian who may be able to translate it.

I walk out of the library and down stairs handing the letter to a servant to take to the historian right away. They scamper off taking the letter with them. Hopefully the historian will write back the translation soon.

I make my way into the kitchen and the chef slides me a steaming cup of tea. I thank him and take a small sip of the herbal mix.

I grab two apples as well and walk out of the kitchen. Perhaps Peter is hungry I wonder over toward his room and when I see the closes polished handle I want to turn and walk in the other direction I was here only a few hours ago. Peter probably wants his own space back.

I bite my lip and stare sadly at the apple I grabbed for him. I turn to walk away when I hear a grunt of pain come from within the room. My heart rate speeds up when I hear a crashing noise follow.

I rush into the room and Peter is on the floor as someone throws punches at his face. He is crying out in pain and I see a splash of blood. My vision goes red and I find myself body tackling the guy off of Peter and beating the living shit out of him.

I pound my fists into the guys face over and over and hear cracking and see blood pouring from his nose but I dont stop. He was going to kill Peter and I will fucking kill him first.

The guy falls unconscious and I feel someone dragging me off of him. I try to lurch away and kick the guy who lays in a puddle of blood on the floor but they keep pulling me away. I turn and snarl at them and Brendons shocked face finally registers in my mind.

"Patrick stop hes not moving any more. Go to Peter." My anger drains away and Brendon looks at me worried as I scramble across the floor to Peter. He lays at the end of the bed weezing and gasping for air, fresh blood trickles from his nose, one of his hands grip tightly at the carpet the other pressed to his ribs.

"Peter?" I ask in a small voice and his one good eye rolls toward me and half his mouth cracks into a smile before he starts coughing. I scramble closer and sit him up patting his back as he gags on air. I feel like my heart is breaking and my insides are being torn in two as I hear the pained noises he is making.

Finally his breath comes back to him and the couching dies down. I gingerly wipe the blood from his face with one of my hanker chiefs and he stares at me with a glazed expression.

"Thank you." He chokes out his voice weezing terribly. I smile softly and dab at his face somemore.

" Im sorry. I should of had a gaurd on your room at all times. This is all my fault I didn't think they would come back so soon." I say sadly and Peters hand trails from the carpet to my shoulder.

"Its fine." He says his eye drooping and he grimaces in pain. I prop him up in my lap and continue cleaning his face. I pause when gaurds drag the still unconcious man from the room his face swelling blood dripping from his mouth. I hope he dies and rots in hell.

I snap my attention back to Peter who has fallen asleep on my shoulder. I brush his black hair from his face and tuck it behind his ear. I plant a soft kiss to his forehead and lean back against the wooden panel at the foot of his bed.

Peter won't be safe any longer in this room. Any number of my fathers henchmen could still be lurking around the castle. There would be no way of knowing who is secretly plotting Peter's demise. It's not like I could fire everyone and expect to find others to replace them. The palace must have close to a hundred staff if not more.

I shift slightly and then maneuver myself to stand while holding Peter in my arms. He isn't very heavy so I carry him easily threw the back hallways of the castle. I make sure that no one sees me carrying him to my own chambers for two reasons.

Number one being if someone saw me carrying an unconcious man to my bedroom rumors would fly faster than pigeons out of this place.

Number two being that if no one sees no one will know where he has gone and won't be able to plan another attack. I can have gaurds put on my room simply under pretext of wanting protection for myself and the doctor can always come in the back staircase.

I set Peter down on my enormous bed and pull the covers over him. I try not to freak out over seeing a man in my bed and try to set aside the dirty thoughts that come with it.

This is simply for Peter's safety and no other reason what so ever, and even if this bed is huge I will be sleeping over there on that couch by the window. I gaze longingly at my bed knowing its feathered softness is alot more appealig than the couch but I shake the thoughts away.

Man I must be the worst king in the world letting one of my staff sleep in my own personal bed. Which was imported and specially made. None the less this is all for Peter.