Summer Camp

Chapter Eighty Six *R*

Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors
Pulled apart at the seams
And it's blue
And it's blue everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of color
He don't know what it means
And he's blue
And he's blue

~ Colors, Halsey

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**Alex's POV*

"Come in," I heard the King yell through the door. I stood outside of his chambers, waiting for the King. I opened the door, and stepped inside his home. I looked around to see the King in his bedroom. He was sitting on the bed shirtless. The King was only wear pants that looked similar to sweatpants, his hair was messy.

I took a second to look at the King's chest. It was toned and sexy. The King noticed me staring, and smirked at me. I quickly tore my eyes away from him, forcing myself to look at his face. I made my way towards the King, into his room, and he watched me the whole time, gazing at me intently. 

"Sit," he told me, patting the small section on bed beside him. His other side was full of empty space, yet he wanted me to squeeze into a small section. I moved to the side of the bed, and sat where he had motioned. 

I was in his side, leaning back against the head board. The King's arm snaked out around me, holding me into him. I was instantly aware of his musky scent, and his body heat. The warmth of his skin seeped into me, and I wanted to melt into him.

"Hi," I said timidly. My emotions were confusing me to much.

"Hey," said the King, looking down at me. He smirk had become a genuine smile, "How are you?"

"Good," I lied.

"That's good," said the King, "I wanted to talk to you about something that's coming up."

I frowned, I would have known if something was coming up because of the schedule that Harry had gotten me. This thing must have just come up.

"What," I asked, confused.

"Well some royal members from another underland section are coming to visit soon," said the King, "They want to meet you."

"Wait, what," I asked, "There are more places like this?"

"Of course," said the King, "There are five."

"Why do they want to see me," I asked.

"Well we are all related, all of the royal families," explained the King, "And they wanted to meet the woman who will join them. They want to make sure that you are worthy."

My head started reeling, other royalty were coming to see me. 

"How do they tell if I'm worthy," I asked, panic raising in me.

"Oh they'll ask you questions and things," said the King, not concerned.

"What if I'm not worthy," I asked, afraid of what the answer would be.

"Are you afraid of that," asked the King, looking down at me. 

I nodded. The King suddenly grabbed me, moving me so quickly that I didn't know what happened. I was suddenly sitting on him, my legs straddling his. 

"Don't be," he told me, pulling me into him. He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me for a couple seconds. He stopped and I pulled away, "You're worthy, and if they don't think you are, I'll kick them out."

I put a finger on my lip, where a tingling sensation was slowly fading. It was nice.

"Okay," I said, still straddling the King's legs. I was aware of my legs touching his, and how close I was to the King's mouth.