My Prince

(9) Anger Leads To Confessions

I ask generally. He runs his hand through his sandy hair and continues to pace around the room, fuming, and there we go, I'm going to be here for a while,

"Yeah loads! For starters the bloody rules! You know when we turned eighteen, apparently according to my father I couldn't have anymore contact with my friends outside the wall because it would make us look 'weak'! What kind of bloody rule is that?" I let out a small 'Oh' realizing that's why he was so distant after his birthday,

"And you know they don't let me say anything during the meetings because 'Oh you're not king! You have no right to say anything until otherwise!' what the hell! You see my generation actually thinks through things before acting, not like you goons who just go with you gut, and afterwards everything is in ruins! All I want is for the kingdom to be safe and I'm certainly not going to lose it because you old goonies trusted your gut and didn't think through the consequences!"

   I move myself to the foot of the bed leaning in not saying anything, but thinking they one day when he becomes King, he will be the best that had ever lived.

"And there's so much more, but I fucking hated the first rule I had to follow, 'absolutely no wall friends!'" I hide a laugh as he does a horrible impersonation of his father,

"And you know the next year! I was an absolute wreck!" He's stopped pacing, his face flushed, he's running his hand through his hair. He's standing in front of me as he continues, no more pacing,

"I missed you! I missed you so much! And no matter how many times I tried to convince them to let me to go out for your birthday, they were stubborn and everytime they said the same thing, 'No she's a bad influence!' a bad influence! You are anything but a bad influence! You are amazing and if anyone says otherwise they're lying!" My eyes widen a little as he pauses dropping his hands to his side. He thinks I'm amazing... that's all I need to hear to know for sure I'm in love with him, and that I have been since the first day I met him,

"I fucking missed you so much! I was an emotional wreck! I didn't get to see the one person who would see me as a kid and not as a royal man! And then the stress came and I didn't know what to do because when I was stressed before you were always there! But today I lost it. I left in the middle of the planning of my wedding that isn't even for another year and a half. I came here and cried so much, that when you came there weren't any tears anymore! I just wanted to see you. Talk to you, hug you. I just wanted to be with you! You were my anchor when I was a teen and then you left and I didn't know what to do anymore." there were tears threatening to spill in my eyes as I got off the bed and made my way to him.