Royal

Cheese and Wine

When I open my eyes next I can tell time has passed the evening light in the windows has since turned to night and the whole room is enveloped in darkness. I shift and suddenly become aware of the weight below me. I trace a hand up and feel that Peter is indeed sleeping with me on top of him.

I feel heat rush to my cheeks and I roll off of him immediately. He whines in his sleep and his arm reaches out trying to grope around for something. I shove a pillow toward him and he squeezes it tightly. I smile and get out of the bed gently. the floor of the castle is freezing against my bare feet which is strange because I know for a fact I had shoes on earlier.

My clothes feel uncomfortable as they are definitely not meant for sleeping so I slip out of them and into something far more suited for sleeping. Which is basically what could be described as a comfortable patterned sack. I yawn and make my way back to bed but before I can my stomach rumbles.

I sigh remembering I didn't have dinner at all the past day so I decide to head down to the kitchen. The castle is dark and eerie in the night most of the torches have been snuffed out so the hallways lay sheathed in darkness. I shiver as a cool breeze blows in the window but continue to the kitchen.

When I make it I notice food laying out on the counter covered by cloths. This must have been the dinner prepared for me. I uncover one of the plates and see bread slices with toasted cheese a shame that it is now cold but I still grab a piece and munch on it happily.

I take my piece of bread and begin winding my way back toward my bed chamber. Before I make it back a lean figure emerges from the shadows in the hall.

I scream and drop my bread and then sadly look at it on the floor before angrily looking at the person. My eyebrows raise in surprise when I see that its Brendon.

"What are you doing? You should be resting." I say and Brendon shrugs and its then I notice the bottle in his hands.

"The same could be said for you." He laughs and takes another swig from the bottle.

"So your drinking spirits now? You said you never would, told me it made the best of men fools and I see that's exactly what its doing to you." I spit angrily wanting nothing more than to brush past Brendon and return to sleep. He simply shrugs the bottle barely clinging to his fingertips. I wonder how many of those he has had tonight.

"It makes me feel better." I glare at him and go to brush past but before I can he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall. "So many years I've tried to show you how I felt and you pushed me away. Made me feel like a servant of yours instead of a friend. I've done so much for you Patrick and you treat it like nothing. Why?"

I gulp as he presses me against the wall his breath fanning across my face with a terrible smell. "Brendon I think you should go to sleep you've had to much to-"

"Shut up and answer my question!" He yells smashing the bottle against the wall directly beside my head. I whimper and shrink down slightly. Brendon has always been stronger than I have he easily holds me to the wall and I know I have no chance of breaking loose by force.

"I don't know Brendon. I don't know why. You were always a friend like a brother to me I didn't see you romantically because I loved you too much as a friend." Brendon deflates his forehead resting against my own. I shiver with fear as the alcohol smell of him fills my nose.

"Maybe I just have to show you how good we can be together." He whispers and I feel my body run cold with fear. Brendon presses a kiss to my nose and then begins trailing across my cheek the gentle kisses leaving sickly feelings in my gut.

"Brendon stop! Your not yourself please let me go!" I cry as Brendon's fingers dig into the flesh of my arm. Then Brendon starts to shake and I feel wet tears splatter onto my collar bone.

Then he lets go and pushes me down the hall way. I stand shocked for a moment and look at my best friend who looks broken down and beaten.

"Leave." He croaks out I feel my legs working to get me away before my mind can catch up. When it finally hits me what happened. What could have happened my legs feel weak and I fall onto my knees in the hall and a sob rips from my mouth.

My hands shake violently and tears stream down my face as I curl up in the cold dark hallway.

I hear a door open but can't bring myself to see where it is. Then suddenly warm arms are wrapping around me and lifting me up from the floor. I cling to them and cry against their shoulder grabbing desperately at their shirt trying to hold onto something to ground me again.

"Its okay Patrick I'm here your okay. I'll keep you safe." They whisper against my ear and I recognize the warm scratchy voice of Peter and feel myself sink into his safe hold.

A/n its short but a lot happened right? Hope you all enjoy!