𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋. ( 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 )

No Fun Being Royal // Chapter Five

Status: Edited

// Ponyboy's Point Of View //

I stood in my room pacing around, it was almost six thirty meaning the guards were going to pick up Johnny soon. My legs ached a bit, I had been pacing for almost an hour out of habit. I really needed to look into my pacing so that I could fix it but pacing calms me, weird I know. Finally stopping, I lay down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling, not moving an inch. I was worried about Johnny getting to the castle because I lied to him about who I really was.

To him, I'm just a server who worked here in the castle but that's not what I am. I just had to be the God damn prince of this small kingdom! He's going to think that I'm a liar and he won't trust me anymore, he probably won't talk to me. . . I don't know why I'm so worried about that, he is just a stranger that I met one time and talked to once. I'm scared because I usually don't lie that much but I liar to a stranger that helped me when I was hurt.

That makes me feel like shit knowing that he helped me and I lied to him. Someone knocked on my door and opened it, I sat up quickly to see who it was. Clara stepped in and closed the door behind her. She walked over and stood beside the bed looking down at me. I smile lightly at her and payed back down.

"Ponyboy, your father and the guards went to go pick up your new worker," she stated quietly.

"Alright Clara, thanks for notifying me," I said back.

She nodded slightly and turned on her heel, leaving the room. I stood up and and walked up to the mirror hanging in the wall. Johnny would notice right away that I wasn't who I was but the only thing that's different is he has to call me Michael. That's the only that would be different about me, my name, middle name technically. . . I've always hated the name Michael but my dad still called me that, my brother's only called me that when they were mad at m and mom never called me that because she knew I hated it. . .

Looking in the mirror, all I saw was a well dressed, ordinary boy with a crown on. There was nothing there that made me, well me. . . It was just an ordinary person standing there. I was relieved by that but I wanted to not be ordinary, I wanted to be unique, my own person. I wanted to be remembered, not as a prince or a king but as a good friend to be around, a good person, I want to be remembered for those things. . .

I rubbed my eyes and walked back over to my bed, sitting on the edge of it. I didn't know what to do anymore, it was all messed up. My dad wants me to marry someone I don't know, that I don't love. I lied to the only real friend I've had. . . I ruined everything. . .

The guards should be back in about fifteen minutes, it doesn't take long to go to town and back if you hurry. My dad is all about precise timing so he should be there right now picking up Johnny and on his way back. My hands started sweating awfully and I couldn't think straight, I was stressed out by all of this that was happening. I'm going​ to be a liar and lose someone. I'm going to be a cool and mess this all up because I had to help someone out of the situation they were in.

Another knock on the door and I looked towards my door. It was my dad with someone following behind them. It must be Johnny, I stood up quickly and walked towards them. Dad smiled softly and moved to the side, revealing Johnny with his head down. I smiled at that and put my hands at my sides.

"Well Michael, here is the new worker you requested​. He works for only you so you are in charge of him, got it," my dad asks sternly, it wasn't like I was going to let the boy roam around the castle.

"Yes sir, he won't be a trouble I promise you," I stated with a nod of my head.

"Good. I'll leave you two alone so you can discuss the rules," he said, leaving my room and shutting the door behind him.

Johnny lifted his head to look at me and gasped. I smiled at him and nodded my head at him slightly. Trying to get him to think your not who he thought you were is very complicated. He had his bag around his shoulder and held onto it tightly. I shook my head at his shyness.

"Hello sir, what might your name be," I ask pretending that I don't know his name.

"J-johnny. . . May I ask for yours," he asked softly.

"My name is Michael," I said.

"That's a very nice name sir. . . Y-you look familiar," he said putting his head back down.

"How so," I ask.

"Well, you look like my friend Ponyboy. I met him yesterday when he cut his hand. He said he worked here and that he'd get me a job," he states looking back up at me.

"Well he succeeded in getting you that job huh," I said chuckling.

"Yes, yes he did and I will forever be grateful. . ."

// Authors Note //

I updated!! I'm sorry for the wait. . . I hope you all enjoyed this chapter though anyway. I'll see you all soon.

Till then,

~ Stay Gold