The Prince Forth & The Pauper by ARIE78 (Completed)

8. The change of his new lifestyle

~The next morning~

Beam walked along the corridor towards Forth’s room, a fresh tray of breakfast held tightly in his hands. He tried not to yawn, being able to cover his mouth, and shook his head trying to wake up properly, not used to such an early wakeup call from one of the other servants. He had sighed with relief when he remembered he had locked the door to his room the night before, not wanting to sleep with the wig on. He had been shocked by the warm welcome he had received from the other servants, not thinking they would take instantly to a new staff member. He smiled as he wandered down the corridor, remembering fondly, they obviously were just as relieved as he was that he had made an impact on Forth. He stood outside the door for a second, wondering how to knock with his arms full. He quickly glanced around, asserting that nobody was in view and kicked the door softly. “Prince Forth, I’ve got your breakfast.”

“Come in Be-Amy. The door’s not locked.”

Beam tutted at the reply and put the tray on the floor. He pushed open the door slightly and picking the tray up again pushed softly with his shoulder. “Honestly. You think this tray can be held with one hand? I know you’re a prince but you could help once in a whi...” He trailed off as he took in Forth’s appearance and lost his trail of thought.

Forth turned around, having been looking through his wardrobe on the far wall of the room. He was halfway through changing, having already put on his trousers for the day and looking for a top, his chest in full view to Beam. He smiled guilty. “Sorry. I was getting changed and thought it would be easier just to unlock the door. He walked over and took the tray from Beam, and settled it down on the desk and himself into the seat beside it. He stretched, yawning. “It’s really hot today.” He smiled brightly up at Beam, before taking a sip of drink. He frowned as he noticed Beam’s expression. “Are you feeling OK?”

Beam looked at him properly, taking in the concerned expression and blushing slightly. “I-I’m fine. Sorry, I was gone for a second there.” He yawned as well, luckily tired enough to blame it on that and went to sit on the bed, stretching and flopping back. “I’m just not used to the early wake up call.” He blushed further as he realised he was disappointed that he could no longer stare at Forth’s chest.

Forth frowned further, though Beam was unable to see it from his position, having noticed where Beam had been staring. He turned to Beam. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Beam sat up again. “No!” He cursed and blushed again as he realised that his sudden outburst was suspicious. He coughed. “Just eat your breakfast.” He looked away again, resting his head against one of the posts of the bed as he stared out of the window, trying hard to look interested.

Forth tilted his head to one side before shrugging and returning to his meal. He glanced up every so often, deciding to turn his chair around so that he could look easier. He smiled as he watched Beam relax more and marvelled at the sunlight as it filtered through on to Beam. He blinked as he realised Beam had stopped looking out of the window and was staring back at him. He coughed and nodded towards the window, trying to distract him. “I was thinking of going out into the grounds today, what do you think?”

Beam brightened up, grinning at Forth. “That’s a great idea; Ming said you’ve been cooping yourself up in here.” He smirked. “If you hadn’t said anything I would have probably dragged you out anyway.”

Forth chuckled. “Really now?” His face dropped slightly though and he looked down at his food, pushing it around with his fork. “I’ve really worried Ming and Kit, haven’t I?” He smiled softly. “Of course I have otherwise they wouldn’t have asked you to do all...this.” He gestured to the maid outfit. “I’m sorry you have to put up with that.”