Mr. Mora

Chapter 2

I slam the door behind me with enough force I hoped it would break. My life has been controlled by the same few people and, even though I will be King of Princes, still get treated like a child. Today, everything will change with the few ceremonies I must perform in front of my waking brothers and sisters.
I stare at the clothes. They're much like a normal man's, but I see Phillip has thrown in a few surprising accessories for my well-being.

I've been reading books and blogs about a man named Mr. Holmes from another world. I spend my time in the Blegh I hardly see any human life from above. Perhaps I will meet that extraordinary man while above the surface. God, I hope so. He's desperately incredible.

I see Phillip has taken a liking to my accustomed favor in this man and decided it would be a good idea to make myself somewhat like him. I'd thank Phillip once I got dressed if I still have time to see him without being rushed.

I dropped the robe to the floor and hung it up on a coat rack. It's purple color blended nicely with my deep blue walls.

I had vaguely thrown on my boxers and the black pants. The shirt was purple with dark blue buttons and very well made. I took pride in the people of my castle. Though, I don't remember asking for a dress shirt. Phillip must have made it especially for this day. My dear companion.

I'm quite thankful for Phillip, really. He takes the blame for all of my foolishness when I don't pay attention to my duties. He gives excuses like "I'm truly sorry, Headmistress. It was my fault for not keeping a watchful eye upon the Beloved" or "It was my fault for not keeping tighter reigns to the young Beloved".

I don't understand why he doesn't want me getting into any sort of trouble. I know what would be coming to me if I misbehaved, but I wonder if it was worse to Phillip, for he is simply a servant to the castle.

My imaging him getting beaten to death is the worse possible thing my mind could come to. His olive skin turning blue and ripped. God, it would be so horrifying.

I pay more attention to reality, or at least enough to get the shirt, blue scarf, and black trench coat on. My mind palace seems to be taking me more than usual these days and it gets worse by the second. I can't go one day without visiting it. How will I ever survive today without losing reality? I must stop thinking about it. I must.

I frown at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit beyond imagining. It was awful.

I ran the comb through my violet hair and dapple my face with white powders to make myself look as pale as possible. It was definitely working with my sheet-of-paper skin and body. Absolutely revolting.

I open the door and step outside, admiring the hardworking people of the castle. They ran here in the just to get my preparations done. I've never met kinder people in my life.

"There you are, my dear." A woman's voice speaks. Her voice was soothing and I almost had no idea who it was at first.

I smile at the woman and dip my head in a greeting. "Good morning, mother." I say with a smile.

It was disrespectful to call your headmistress "mother" until she left the castle. But she just smiled at me. It was odd.

"My son is growing up," She says. "I'm so proud of you, my dear." She embraces me in a warm hug and kisses my cheek. I knew this day would be the last I'd ever see of her unless I traveled to the human world.