Long live the king

chapter 3

(Ryan's P.O.V)

I was making small talk with jack when Michael busted in with bloody knuckles, and he looked so mad so there is probably another dent in his wall. again. There was fire in his eyes like he just became like me.

"What mogar" I yell very irritated by his behavior , he said nothing just stared at me till he can up to the throne and started staring down at me as I sit in my thrown.

" You know what!!!!" his yell rang through the thrown room like a trumpet, "Your little pet, do you expect me to train his weak ass!? He can't even hold up a sword for god sake!" His word made me mad, madder then I have been in a while , and I don't know why exactly. Was it that Ray made me feel a different emotion, one that I have not felt since my mother was alive? At this point I was standing, I was at least a few inches taller then him, and could see the newly found fear in his eyes. He know what power I had and one bad word could have him killed or even worse slain by me.

" excuse me?" my voice boomed through the room making my most fearless knight shrink a little, " Jack leave us" before I could finish the door was open and Jack was gone. " Who are you to talk about weak? You stayed in your room for a week crying about your poor sweet Gavin, and look were he is. Exiled , gone , poof." I spat this a him with so much venom that I could kill a cobra. When I finished a smile came across my face as Michaele went to the base of the thrown and pulled his sowed out and threw it on the floor signaling me he wanted to fight like real men. I unhooked my long cape and pulled up my sleeves, then waked to the base of the throw were mogar was waiting. I know he is the best fighter in the kingdom but his judgement is clouded my anger he will easy mess up and plus I was the second best fighter.

  ( Michael's P.O.V) 

How dare he say that about Gavin , he is going to die tonight or I will die trying. I rise my fist and throw a punch and his head to at least stun him but no, he grabbed my fist in his large hand. Then I realized what I have just done, he started to smile as he turned my whole hand upside down then 'crack'. With that sound I fell to the floor holding my newly broken wrist, as he lightly chuckles. how could some one be so heartless , he probably will never find love cause he doesn't know how to be descent. I kneel at the base of the thrown rocking back and forth cradling my arm. I know were he is. he is getting his blood stained sword out witch he calls 'edger' along with a cow in the cow pen witch is pretty creepy if you ask me, he is going to kill me right her right now, Would that be so bad , I mean I have no one to live for any one any more. The mad king is now caressing is sword and pricking himself with the tip of the sharp object. I gulp hard as he draws the sword back and stars his strong swing. then all of the sudden the door swings open, and he drops his sword. I turn around to see ray in tear know ,staring at me he stopped crying and became stiff.

(Ray's P.O.V)

After my 'training' I go to my room and start sobbing, I quickly get up and run to the thrown room where I know Ryan will be. I don't know why but he can calm be down in situations like this one, or at least he has before. As I open the giant wood doors Jack try's to stop me but I push threw him and into a seen I was not happy to now be in the middle of . My whole body went stiff when I saw Ryan about to behead Michael, to be honest I did not care that much if Michael lived case he was kind of a dick to me, But I was scared for him to see me in pieces running to Ryan crying my eyes out. The two of them just stared at me till Ryan broke the silence.

" we are not done moger" The kings voice sounds hard and cruel as Michael gets up holding his arm and he brushes my shoulder on his way out. I walk up to Ryan and look into his deep blue eyes and they look mad and full of sympathy. he opens his mouth but before he could speak I was in his arms sobbing very lightly, he stood still for a minute before he puts his large hand on my back, and makes small circle all over my back trying to south me. After a while I stop crying and we are sitting on his throne.

" Ray" His voice soft and sweet. "what is wrong , second time in one day that I have Sean you crying , and I have only met you a day ago. I did not speck for a while, but he was a lot more patient then I thought cause he just strocked my short black curls and waited for me to answer.

" Ryan..... I can't do this. I can't live like this any more. I miss my mom, but she is dead and I'm not even aloud to visit her grave." I speak with a slit quiver to my voice. "I miss my cat , and the worst part about it is I cant go home. my home is a pile of ashes and and a corps." With those word I was crying in Ryan's shoulder again. He just hugged me for what felt like an eternity, I was not complaining I felt good to be held again.
  "Ray I'm sorry , but you have to try to push through this, it might be hard , but you are stronger then me not physically but mentally." He finished and kissed the top of my head and held me close, closer then he ever has before.  I felt safe in his arms , and I did not want to let go but he pulled me off of him. He started into my eyes and sighed lightly wiping away my tears.
" Ray..... I don't know how to say this  but , you make me happy less angry do you know what I mean?" He asked I just nod as he continues to speak " I don't know what I feel but I can't do this I am supposed to be the mean king if I let you in people will think I'm weak."

    I don't know what to say to Ryan, but hug him he should know that people would not think of him as weak. He is the most strongest , scarcest person on the planet, and no one can take his place.
   After a few minutes of crying into Ryan's shoulder I fell asleep in his arms. I woke up in the same warm bed that I have the night before, Kings Ryan's bed. I smiled at the sweet sent of the kings smell, he kind of smelt like pine cones and spearmint, I annoyed this smell very much. When I sat up I was alone in the big room with a little note on the door that said -stay here be back at 5- I smiled at the note and looked at the large grandfather clock to my right to see it was al really 4:30 , great. I got up out of my bed and looked into the small mirror next to me and fixed my hair and looked at my face in the mirror. My eyes were blood shot and I had bags under my eyes I guess  I didn't get a lot of sleep in the past week. I quickly made the bed and walk over to the shelf's on the walls. They were filled with pictures of people that I swear looked just like Ryan. I picked up one of the frames with Ryan and what I was guessing his mother, I grassed  my fingertips over the picture and sighed.
   I was surprised to hear the door swing open and I was so surprised that the frame fell out of my hands and shattered on the floor. I was pushed out of the way by a hard push them looked at the floor to see Ryan picking up the picture off the floor and cutting his hand on the glass. He stood up and put the picture back on the shelf, and whipped his head to face me. His eyes were filled with anger and sadness, I was so scared that he was going to kill me I was literally shaking. I was slowing creeping toward the wall, when I was pinned against the wall the towered me, what scared me more was that the said nothing just stared at me.
  "What were you doing," he boomed I was now on the floor in a ball looking up at him.
"I....I was just looking at the picture and you just came in..... I I'm sorry" said and looked down at my feet which were closer to my head that I wanted them to be. There was a loud crack from his knees and he was eye level with me his eyes when from mad to so sensitive.
  " Ray I'm so sorry I.... I just don't like when people touch those photos" he looked down and I swear there was a tear in his eye.     " I....I mean no one comes in hear much so I forgot to put them away" he goes over to the picture that now had bloody fingerprint on it. He walked over to me and sat next to me holding the picture up. " this is my mother ,  she died about 17 years ago when I was 12. " he said this and then continued " sorry I ...  I just don't talk about this shit  a lot " he finished and I just hugged his arm to try to comfort the sad King , but doing so I fell asleep. Again.

Hey sorry I have an afternoon while I was catching up for some old friends. I'm going to vacation with my family so I will not be updated for a while talk to you bitches later.