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bmc: boyf riends

This is a royalty au. Angst. And this is to clear things up:

King: Squip
Queen: Madeline
Prince: michael
Maids: chloe, brooke, Jenna
Guards: rich, jake, christine
Rouge: Jeremy
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Michael's pov

I sit in my room and write. Every night I write a letter and drop it out the window for a rouge. The letters contain the most updated information on the palace. This way they will always know the best way to overthrow it when the time comes. Our king, Squip, is a monster. He's dangerous and his powers are growing. I'm his and queen Madeline's adopted son. They used to have another, his name was Jeremy. But he had refused to cooperate with their crooked way, so they disowned him. And then got me. I hate it, for I still have all the responsibility of a prince, but not the respect. I roll up the note and tie it closed, and drop it out the window, before crawling into bed.
When I wake up in the morning, I go for a walk. My stomach drops when I see my note from last night still laying in the grass beneath my window. I snatch it quickly and shove it into my pocket, before walking into the palace.
"Um, queen Madeline? " I tap her on the shoulder. Her usually cold eyes always seem a bit more warm and maternal when Squip isn't around.
"Call me mother. And what is it?" She asks.
"I was wondering, was there a seize last night or something?" I ask.
"Your father captured a rouge that was roaming about our gardens. We know the boy, and he is going to be executed for his treason." She states. My heart drops.
"May I see the rouge? I've never actually seen what our dungeon looks like." I ask.
"Sure. Richard! " She yells for our guard. The short but built guard runs up to us.
"Yes, you're majesty? " He bows his head in respect.
"Lead the Prince to the dungeon and show him our newest catch." She demands as she saunters off.
Rich guides me down a narrow staircase that is across the throne room. The staircase is stone, so it's a lot cooler in here than the rest of the palace.
"The rogue's name is Jeremiah Heere." Rich informs me. "Dont panic when you see him. He is in very ill shape. Hes half dead." Rich's voice is somber. "The king's beaten him senseless. It's a horrible sight... that was once his son."
"You seem fond of the boy." I state.
"Very much so. And dont act as if you're not. Who do you think kept the other guards from finding your letters?" He asks with a smirk.
"Was that the rouge who'd retrieve them?" I ask.
"Mhm. Jake and I watch out for you, prince." Rich and I stop at one of the cells in the far back. My breath hitches and tears brim my eyes once I look between the bars. A horribly pale and skinny boy sits in the centre of the cell. Each of his hands are restrained by a set of chains on either side. Red whip marks and welts cover the naked skin of his back and legs, and soft sobs can be heard from inside the cell.
"Oh my god..." I cover my mouth with my hand. "J-jeremiah?" I whimper the boys name. He slowly turns and looks at me, he has a black eye and bloody nose, along with a busted lip. Tears streak his pale cheeks and he's shaking ever so slightly. He turns away and shakes his head, as if he cant bear to look at us.
"Rich.  I-i need the keys..." I stutter.
"I don't have them. The head maid keeps them." Rich shakes his head.

"...chloe. wait here." I race up the staircase and into the maid's corners.
"Valentine!" I cry out, earning concerned looks from the maids. "I need Valentine!" Im hyperventilating.  Chloe walks up in her blue short dress, with an apron.
"What's the matter?" She asks.
"I-i need the keys to the cells." I whisper.
"Follow me." She whispers back. "Lohst, Rolan." She snaps. Two other maids follow us. We get into the empty corridor that holds the maid's bedrooms. "What for, prince?"
"I-i need to help a boy escape..." I admit. Chloe looks at the other maids and nods her head slightly be for handing me the keys.
"Is it Jeremy? " Brooke asks. I nod. "Save him. Please." She begs.
"I will. I promise... I have an idea. Do you three wish to escape with us?" I ask.
"Please." Jenna nods. "Meet us in the gardens at night fall. Jake patrols the area then."
"Alright." I nod and hurry back to the dungeon, key In hand. "Rich. Get a hold of jake and Christine.  We are fleeing tonight. And I want them to be aware they are allowed to join us." I inform him.
"Alright. I shall do that now. I'll lock up the dungeon and say it's for the daily cleaning. No one can get down here but me. So you're safe." He runs off. Once I'm sure that the door is locked, I unlock the cell and run to Jeremy's figure.
I kneel before him and he can barley lift his head to look at me.
"T-they chose a p-retty prince..." he smiles at me, his eyes glazed over. He's dying... without a doubt. His ribs are bruised, and he's literally been beaten half to death. I undo his restraints and we wait. I nurse up the bloody spots, and fetch him water and we talk.
"I don't th-ink I will make it t-through the night..." Jeremy whimpers.
"Sure you will! We'll get you out of here. I know we will. And I C-can nurse you back to health. And feed you properly. " I assure him.
"I can't gain weight, Michael. I was ill before they captured me. Im dying..." Jeremy closes his eyes.
I hug him, avoiding touching his back,
Which isn't easy.
"You can't die. I think I love you. I think I loved you the night I first dropped a letter out my bedroom window, I can't give you up now. " I look at him. He smiles as well as he can, and I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.
"If i survive, d-do you want to start A life together? " Jeremy asks.
"Absolutley." I nod.
We sit there until night falls over the palace. Rich walks into the dungeon.
"It's time." He whispers. I pick Jeremy up, and carry his frail body in my arms. We sneak through the  passages underlying the palace and we are silent as we walk. The only sound being Jeremy's laboured breathing. When we get outside, Jeremy goes into a coughing fit.  We don't have to worry about him being Loud. Even his coughing is weak. Chloe and the others come around the corner and we make our way away from the palace. Escaping isn't hard. Especially when all the staff hates the king. What is hard is finding a place to hide.
"We need to get somewhere fast." I say. "I need supplies to help jeremy."

"M-michael. I'm cold..." he whispers, looking up at me.  It's a good eighty degrees outside, so this scares me.

"Just hang in there... please." I whisper back. He clings to me, and I hold one of his hands.  Eventually, we come to what Brooke claims is her home, long forgotten. We all walk inside and she lights some candles. Rich cleans the kitchen table and I gently lie Jeremy on it. He groans at the contact with the cold wood. I start cleaning, bandaging and kissing over Jeremy's wounds.
"It'll be okay..." I promise. Brooke walks in to check on us.
"Hey Jeremy. " She smiles softly at him.
"Hey Brooke,  it's nice t-to see you. " he smiles back. His voice is still weak, but better than it was. After a small exchange of words,  brooke bids him a good night and heads upstairs. She told us to share a room, for everyone was doubling up. I ask Jeremy if he can stand, and he tries, but collapses almost instantly.  I apologize all the way up to our room for that.
I lay him in bed and snuggle him gently, before we both fall to sleep. I knew he'd make it through the night!

When I wake up I yawn and smile at Jeremy next to me. He's still asleep. I shake him gently to wake him up so I can clean his bandages.  He doesn't stir.
"Jeremy, time to get up." I hum, shaking him again. Nothing. I feel my stomach sink. I press my ear to his chest and hear nothing. No heart beat, and no rising and falling of his chest. I let out a choked sob and cover my mouth as tears roll down my face. "N-no!" I cry out. Seconds later everyone's gathering in the room. I'm holding Jeremy to my chest and rocking back and forth as I sob.
"Oh no..." Christine gasps.
"J-jer! Jeremy, wake u-up!" I sob.
"Michael..." Jake sighs. "I'm so sorry but... why don't we get him dressed up and we can hold a small funeral.  Rich and I can bury him tonight..."
"H-he cant be dead..." I shake my head. "We have t-to start a life together... We have to fall in love, a-and figure things o-out together..." I cry.
By the time evening falls, everyone else has said their farewells to jeremy. I approach his body, draped in a nice outfit, of which belonged to brooke's dad. I reach into my pocket and pull out the letter he never got to recover and I place it in his frail hands before kissing his forehead. There is no future for us... not now...
"Jeremy... I hope the after life treats you better than life D-did.... you deserve to be happy" tears run down my face and I'm too numb to wipe them away. "Perhaps our paths will cross again in another life..."

That was the day that I found out that life is no fairytale... not even for a prince...