~ Gay Short Stories ~

The Prince and The Poor Boy (part 2)

The poor boy rushed back to his home, a smile painted on his face. Pushing open the door, he saw his mother stirring something in a metal pot, with his other mother who was humming and dancing around the kitchen. His mothers smiled at him on his arrival. "Someone's happy." His mother giggled watching him grin. He walked towards them placing the bag of coins on the table, along with the various jewels he collected. "Where ever did you get this??" His mother gasped, picking the sack up and emptying it. "I met the prince." The poor boy said happily. Both his mothers looked at him shocked. "You stole from the prince??!" His parents shouted, looking shocked and impressed. "No, I met him, had a conversation and he gave me it." The poor boy reassured. His mothers expressions turned calm once again. "Did you woo him with your charming ways." His mother joked, hugging her son tightly. "Well he asked me to meet him again, on the balcony." He said, smiling at her. His other mother pat his head. "That's my boy, the charmer!" They laughed together before being irrupted. "What's all this ruckus?" The old woman said making her way into the kitchen on a walking stick. "Our Boy here charmed the prince!" The mother exclaimed. The old women smiled at him. "On the night of the ball? Like I told you, you have a gift!" She laughed.

The prince lay on his bed, in the company of his butler. "Butler! I am in love!" The Prince exclaimed putting a hand on his forehead pretending to faint. "Don't call me tha- WAit WHAT?!" The butler replied quickly. "YOU LIKE WOMEN NOW?" He exclaimed, staring at the prince. "Ew no, I met someone. Do tell me, who's the young man who works as a servant?" The Prince asked excitedly. The butler pauses to think. "Sir, we don't have any guy working here who's under 30..." The butler turns slowly. "Nonsense, the one from the poor side of town, 18-20?" The prince said eagerly. "Nobody Sir. Must have been a villager." The butler sat down near the prince. "Why would a villager be in the castle, he said he worked here..." The prince stood up and began to pace. "He did climb down from the balcony to get out- oh my god he was a thief." The prince stopped looking back at the butler. "No way, you let a thief escape." The butler said with a shocked expression. The prince looked away nervously. "...Not just that..." The butler stared in confusion. "What did you do..." The prince took a deep breath. "I kinda invited him back here tomorrow night at 12pm to meet me on the balcony to get to know him better..." He said fast. The butler pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily. "You flirted with a criminal..." The prince looked away his face going red. "He told me about himself, his family. He said he has two mothers, they all live in the poor side of the village." The prince told him hopefully. "I'll ask around with the other maids and see what I can find out." The butler said smiling at the prince and with that he left the room.

The next day the poor boy sat at the dinner table with his family once more. They were finally having a full feast instead of soup made of rotting vegetables and stale bread. The money had been shared out between them all. His mother had used a small portion of the money to buy her wife a new wedding ring as the old one had become rusted. The other mother had used it to buy clothes for the family. The old woman had used it to put food on the table as a way to pay back the woman for taking her in. The boy hadn't spent his yet. "What are you planning to do with your share, son?" His mother asked. "I want to buy something for the prince" He replied quietly. "May I suggest a chain of some kind, you know the women down the road makes some lovely one of a kind necklaces, go have a look." Said the old woman grinning from ear to ear. "I think I will." He smiled, getting up from his chair. "Thank you for the meal, but I must be going." The boy grinned, walking towards the door. A chorus of goodbyes were heard as the left and made his way down the road.

The butler opened the princes door. "The King demands to speak with you." He says quietly, a frown painted across his face. The prince could tell this wasn't going to be good. Walking into the throne room, he could already see the anger in his fathers face. "Yes father?" The Prince said avoiding eye contact. "I did not see you express interest in any maiden last night, I expect you have not chosen a bride." He spat, looking down at his son. "No father" He said quietly, staring down at his feet. "You better start deciding soon because if you don't choice a partner in the next, I'll be forced to pick for you." The King said almost glaring daggers at his own son. "But that's unfair, I should be able to choose" The prince fought back, he looked towards his mother who had been looking down the entire time. "That's why we are giving you a week. Now, you are dismissed." The King began to look away. "But" The Prince whimpered. "I said you are dismissed." The King said more sternly. The prince sighed, leaving the throne room and walking up to his bedroom. "I can't believe this!" He sulked, into his pillow. "I'm being forced to choose within the next week and a girl at that matter too." His butler walked closer to the bed. "May I point something out, Sir?" He spoke quietly. The prince looked up. "I mean, sure?" The prince sat eagerly. "He said partner not wife." Joy filled the princes face. Then a frown took over. "It must of been by mistake, surely? My fathers always been against that stuff..." The prince looked down. "He's the only once that had those views, I'm sure the kingdom will love the new kings." The butler winked. The prince flushed red. "I'll speak with him tonight."