One King

| Chapter 6 |

Scorpius returned to his personal room after dinner, pulling parchment out from underneath the bed and a reed pen. He carried the objects onto his bed, curling himself up into a ball on top of the silk sheets. His silver eyes scanned the paper, his pen scribbling across it. He pulled from his memory the figure of a female woman, completely nude, but once he was done, he didn't like how bookish it looked. It was the only memory he had of a woman, from books his father had given him without his mother's knowledge.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and Scorpius quickly covered the parchment with the sheets on his bed. He scrambled off the bed, smoothing his tunic down, and running a hand through his hair. He cleared his throat and walked over to the door. Opening a small crack, one silver eye peaked out around the hard wood of the door. His eye fell upon a dirty blond haired woman, only a month older than him. Her eyes were hazel, like her mother's, Lavender, with a dark eye shadow make up around them. The shape of her face was her father's, Antonius. She had high cheek bones and her lips were a dark rouge color. She wore an emerald green chlamys. Scorpius smiled at her.

"Rose," he said and opened the door further for her, "Come in."

She stepped through the threshold, a small smile on her lips, "Thank you, Scorpius," and she paused.

Scorpius closed the door behind her and walked toward his bed, "Please, don't just stand there like a servant."

Rose took small steps toward him, "But I am one and you know that."

Scorpius sighed; they always did this, "Not to me, you're not," he contradicted as he patted the seat next to him, "Come here, tell me about your day."

Rose quietly sat down next to him. Even though they had been best friends since they were born, she was slightly uncomfortable around him due to their status. He was the Prince of the Underworld and she was just some common servant for his family. Her parents weren't even considered servants in the household due to everything they had done for his family, she wasn't lucky to have the same title as her parents. She glanced at him, refusing to make contact, "It's the same thing every day, Scorpius."

Scorpius sighed and cupped her cheek, causing her to pause in her rant and look up at him, "I'm sorry, Rose. I promise you, when I'm king, I'll release you."

Rose nodded, her eyes watering at his promise that would never come true. She leaned back on his bed, a loud crunching sound echoed across the room. She glanced at him, his eyes wide with an unknown emotion she had never seen in his face. She gently pulled the sheets back and beneath lay a sketch of a naked woman, but it wasn't realistic. She picked it up, her eyes scanning the picture, "Did you draw this?"

Scorpius' eyes narrowed in on her face, searching it for something. He nodded, "I did. Don't tell my parents."

Rose laughed slightly, "Of course not. Your secrets safe with me," and then her tone got serious, "But, no offense," she quickly added, "This woman doesn't exactly look real."

Scorpius laughed slightly, "I know."

"I could help you with that."

Scorpius looked at her with confusion, his pale eyebrows furrowed together, "What do you mean?" Rose stood up from the bed, her hands going to the tie on her chlamys. Scorpius' mouth dropped as he realized what she was doing. He stood up quickly, placing his hands on top of hers, "No, Rose, don't."

Rose looked up at him, a sly smirk on her face, "I don't mind. As long as you keep it private, I will help. What are friends for?"

"Rose," Scorpius shook his head, "Don't, please."

He would have allowed her to do so, if they were simply prince and servant, but not to Scorpius. If she slipped her clothes off and stood naked before him, he would do things to her that the mortal woman asked for. He wanted her, needed her, and loved her ever since he had come of age, but he had no idea if she felt the same about him.

"Alright," Rose said and tied her chlamys back up. She had confusion on her face as to why he was acting this way, "But if you ever need me, let me know."

Scorpius swallowed the lump forming in his throat, "Of course," and she sat back down on the bed.

"So, I heard King Draco had to leave," Rose commented, "Mother and Father refuse to tell me why."

"I don't know either, Rose," Scorpius said as he pulled her to sit back down next to him, "I'm hoping it was just some wild mortal who asked to see King Harry."

Rose chuckled slightly, "I don't think that was the case. Father knows how to deal with those people."

Scorpius looked at her, noticing the row of light freckled going across her nose and the small scar falling from her eye down her cheek. He remembered when she received it and it was partly his fault. When they were in their more innocent years, they were out in the gardens of the palace, playing with Fluffy, who was taking a quick bathroom break from guarding. He had smacked Fluffy hard of his rump causing him to rear up, his paw hitting Rose in the face. He remembered how terrible he felt and how he locked himself up in his room, not quite sure if she would ever want to play again with him. But she did and everything was forgiven, "What's your idea, then?"

"I think there was a serious problem, Scorp," Rose said seriously, her nickname for him falling off her tongue easily. She was the only one who ever called him that and he was quite proud of it, "What are our parents not telling us?"

Scorpius frowned, "I don't know."

Rose, suddenly, stood up, turning to look at Scorpius, a small smile on her face, "Well, I must get back to my room. My parents will worry."

Scorpius mirrored her smile and stood up next to her, "Would you like me to walk you?"

Rose laughed, "It's only a floor beneath this one, Scorp."

Scorpius gave her a devilish grin, "Well, then, I'll just lie here," he collapsed onto his bed, his body bouncing on the mattress, "And be completely bored out of my mind the rest of the evening."

Rose laughed again and jumped onto the bed next to him, lying down, "Fine then, you spoiled prince!" she teased.

Scorpius rose up on an arm, looking down at her face, her blonde hair spread out on his bed. He had dreamt of her looking like this on his bed in entirely different circumstances, her lips parted in a silent sigh, deep purple bruises on her shoulder. He had dreamt her blue eyes being dark and black, her hands tied to his bed. He dreamt her in so many different ways. His mind painted this scene on the back of his eyelids, so that every time he closed his eyes, he would see her. He smiled down at her, "I'm spoiled? I'm spoiled? I'm spoiled?" he repeated himself.

Rose continued to giggle, "Yes, you are!"

Scorpius made a sound of mock horror and rose up on top of her, caging her body beneath his. His fingers trailed up her sides and she burst into laughter, her hands falling on top of his as he tickled her. Scorpius laughed as she threw her head back, bearing her throat to him. His silver eyes narrowed in on the mortal life pumping through her veins in her neck. She was so mortal and untouchable and that was one of the many reasons why he craved her.

His sexual preferences had changed since he first discovered sex, like any male or human being for that matter, would have. When he discovered it, he thought he had been a lovable and affectionate lover with the way he thought and touched himself late at night; but now, he wanted females tied to his bed, teeth in their neck, and his hands around their necks. He knew it was hard to find a lover who was willing to do all of this for the sake of getting him off, but he knew it wouldn't be too hard.

"Scorpius!" Rose shrieked and she crawled out from beneath him, but he caught her wrist and she fell back onto the bed. Her laughing stopped and her blue eyes connected with his silver, a flash of something dark falling on top of them. He leaned down, her head rising up, and their noses touched gently. Rose sighed, her breath tickling his lips.

"Rose," his voice caught in his throat so nothing came out and he cleared his throat, "Rose," his voice was dark and lustful now and Rose's eyes darkened at the sound of her name from his mouth, "I...," he trailed off, not quite sure what to say.

Rose nodded lightly, "It's okay. I know."