Phil is king of his country, but during his coronation he gets kidnapped and locked up in a kind of cell. "King Lester, the weird dystopian AU none of us wants to live in." ~ DAPGO
"No, no, no, you can't do this! I'm your king! You can't-" My fists banged against the iron door of my cell. They had just thrown me in here, those traitors. Kidnapped me and somehow got past the security only to take of my crown and put me in this dark room. "Well, a king, huh? That's a first." I quickly turned around at the sound of that voice. Another boy sat against the wall opposite the door, curly brown hair falling against the lashes of his brown eyes. He was handsome, and I caught myself blushing at the sight of his pretty face. However, I soon got to business. "Who are you?" I asked, curious at who this boy might be. "I'm Dan Howell." He let out a faint smile before he bent his head and added "Sire." I gruntled. "Please don't. I don't really seem to be that much of a king now." He looked up again, an amused look on his face. "You can call me Phil." He nodded while I started walking up and down the small room. I had to think of a way out. I had a kingdom to look after, for gods sake! "That won't help you. They don't make any mistakes, believe me. You'll never get out if they don't want you to." A closer look at Dan proved what he said. I saw scars and bruises of trying to escape everywhere on his skin. I sighed and sat down, dust immediately falling on my torn clothes. At least I fought. I closed my tired eyes for a second. At least I fought. I looked up again, catching Dan while he watched me. He didn't look away. No: he smiled. Now my cheeks were really burning while I moved my eyes to the floor. I seemed to amuse him. "Why are you here?" The question darkened his gaze. I was stuck with the realisation that he must've been here for quite a while, alone. I wondered how he could survive that. I would've gone mad. "Same as you, I guess. Got kidnapped and thrown in here to rot away." He sighed, stroke his hair back with his hand. I couldn't help but think of how pretty he looked. "How long?" The question escaped my lips. He looked up to me, his dark eyes filled with an expression I couldn't place. Maybe he had gone mad after all. "Too long." I couldn't look away, even if I wanted to. His eyes were burning their way through mine, and for a moment I saw him as if his face was made of marble, filled with small cracks. He, too, wore a mask. But it was about to fall down. And in that exact moment I realised two things: one, I was going to fall in love with him, no way to escape it. Two, I was going to get us both out of here.
No matter what.
