Servienne (LGBT)

2-Tailing [revised]

    Lucillia would never insinuate that she felt uncomfortable around royalty, but after spending the last three days tailed by Prince Aaron every second of every waking moment, she couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy. No, you heard that right. For three days, Aaron could be found at her heels, observing her and treating her like an experiment. Her wrists still throbbed, and having him around kept fresh the encounter between them and the king in her mind. Sleeping, eating, cleaning, walking, Aaron copied her movements and her actions. At that point, she was looking over her shoulder every few seconds just to check to see if Aaron was watching her walk or blink or breathe. It made her extremely uncomfortable, but he was royalty. Who was she to demand anything of royalty?

   Still, though she thought she could handle it, on the third night, she honestly couldn't take it anymore. Knowing Aaron was right on her ankles as she headed to check the tea stock, Lucillia turned towards him, forcing him to abruptly stop in his path. He glared down at her, brushing past her and pretending he hadn't been doing what he had been quite obviously doing. "Your Highness," Lucillia called. Aaron froze, sharply looking back at her. "May I help you with something? You seem to be bothered by something to do with me," She pointed out, waiting patiently for his response. Aaron scoffed, walking to her again, towering over Lucillia. "What do you care what I do? Just mind your own business," He snapped, and Lucillia couldn't help but flinch. "No, I was just--" She didn't even get the chance to speak before her voice was sliced through. "Hear me the first time, servant. Mind your own business. Someone like you can't help me with anything."

   Twitch. Her eye twitched. She couldn't help it. Was he being serious? "Your Highness, someone like me is exactly the kind of person your father wants you to get along with. I was merely going to suggest going around and maybe talking with some of the--" His eyes narrowed to slits, and before she could comprehend it, her back had slammed hard into the wall behind her. The wind knocked from Lucillia's lungs, and she wheezed as she looked up at Prince Aaron fearfully. "I said mind your own business!" He shouted, slamming his fist against the wall, making it shudder, and she yelped in fear. "I care not what my father said, you are below me. That is the way of the world. I will find a way to be king, one way or another. I do not need to treat things like you as any different than I have all my life." She knew that already. Why did he merely have to make her choke on her fear further? This man standing before her could have her head at the wave of his hand, after all. While she was technically protected by the king at the moment, she knew King Erwin wouldn't hate his son for long if she just so happened to end up beheaded. The royals are invincible and terrifying, so these fears of hers were not without merit.

   Tears filled her eyes, thighs trembling beneath her despite how much she tried to stop it. "I, I'm sorry, Prince Aaron. Please, I didn't mean to offend, I merely sought to help. I, I, I see I, I was m, mistaken," She stuttered through her sobs, trying to keep herself together, the threat of death feeling like it loomed right above her now. He scoffed, punching the wall beside her once more and smirking when she shrieked in terror before turning and storming off, letting her collapse to the ground, sobbing and shaking. He didn't care. All he cared about was being king.

   Erwin's words came back to him then, and Aaron stopped in his tracks, clenching his fists. "If you do not learn to understand the People you are meant to rule over by the day of your coronation on your nineteenth birthday," then he would never be king. How could his father say that? To be king was his birthright! Who else would? His useless, pathetic cousins? They were unworthy! Aaron's blood boiled at the thought of his cousins from the southern kingdom of Alksber on the throne, Judice Gruera the tooth-gapped Duchess of Caperfield and Jakob de Liesdi, Baron of Vapron and the biggest ass ever to live. Then there were his Nashali cousins to the east, Sameron and Krulione, the pickpocket lords born on the streets legitimatized merely because their father had no other heirs with his infertile wife. They would bring ruin to his country! His father could not give it to them, and Erwin most certainly not steal the crown from he! Well, he could, but...

   No, it mattered not what Erwin's reservations were. Aaron was the best candidate, regardless of his number in line to the throne. He knew the ways of his country's economics, politics, and military issues. He would be king, whether his father would be scowling and cursing at his coronation or not. He had to save his country from the hole in was in. He had to lead it out of the darkness. He had to nurse it back to health from the wounds his grandfather's rule had inflicted.

     He had to be king.