Blue Blood

Starting the day

By the time I'm finished cleaning, he's finished eating all but the orange.

I smile at my work and grab the tray from Rody and set it on the hand crafted dresser next to the door.

Rody yawns gently and lays back down like a feather fluttering to the ground.

"Nope, get up." I say tearing the covers off him.

He groans curling into a ball and covering his arms like he's cold. "But Maaaaaags, I'm so sleepy." He hides his face in his pillow.

I Sigh, "if you get up now and stay up, I'll make you some fresh sticky buns."

He shoots up like a rocket. "You mean it!?" I nod. He rushes toward his drawers messing up everything as he looks for the days clothes even though I already set them out for him and he didn't notice. He hears me groan behind him and try's to fix the clothing he's not using as I struggle to not scowl. He doesn't do a good job but it's the thought that counts right?

He throws on a white button up shirt and wiggles into some pants. I can't help but watch him try to squeeze his little butt into those tight pants. It's quite comical and I hold back a laugh.

"Your pants are too small." I say nonchalantly while rolling my eyes with a smile.

"Aw, you noticed!" He says sarcastically while struggling. Finally he gets the pants around his rear and cheers. Then he moves onto stumbling with his shirt.

I roll my eyes once more and help him with his shirt buttons. He tried to button them by himself but failed miserably. I unbutton them all and then start buttoning them correctly. He stares at me the whole time I do this.

"What?"

"Nothing." He says continuing to stare happily. I don't mind too much and continue buttoning.

Even though I'm getting closer to the top of the buttons, I still have to bend my head a ways down. I've always been the tall one, even when we where children I was always taller but sadly I was skinnier at the time as well. While Roman was born in the life of luxury, love and care always available, I was born practically an orphan. Who's the skinny one now?

As much as I dig through my memories, I can never find a moment when I had a mother or father. Why didn't they want me? Was I really that bad?

I push those thoughts away and get to the last button just under his chin. I gently place my hand under his chin and tilt it up so I can see the last button and button it as Rody giggles.

"What now?" I question, clearly confused.

"It tickled!" He giggles as I let go and smooth out his shirt.

He smiles brightly and thanks me as he sits down on the bed.

"Rodyyy." I warn sternly. He quickly gets up.

"I wasn't going to sleep! I'm fiiiiiiine." He whines.

He shuffles over to his wardrobe and puts on his armor sloppily. Of course, he needs help with that too. He managed to get everything from the waist down perfect but his upper half still needed work. I try to refrain myself from just doing it for him and saving us some time. Finally, he gets the chest on properly and only has his gauntlets left. He struggles for awhile before I can't help but step in.

"Give me your hand." I demand with a soft smile.

He eyes me suspiciously.

"Please." I sigh.

He gives me his hand and I begin to strap them up. Even through leather gloves, his hands are still so warm. He's the sun itself.

After I finish with the right, I fix the left and he gives me a big smile as thanks.

"Alright! Ready for the day!" He shouts about to leave but I grab him by the back of his collar. He looks at me confused as I raise a brow. I can practically hear the gears turning and the candle flickering to life.

"Ooohhhhhh, on it!" He skips to his dresser and begins to sloppily fix his hair. I watch him, just to make sure he does it right. He sees me staring through the reflection of the mirror and scoffs.

"Mags, I got this! You don't have to go all 'mom' on me."

I step next to him and sigh, "One: I'm only two years older than you, two: I'm not even a woman, and three: if you did a good job more times than not, I wouldn't be observing so diligently. It's my job to watch over you and protect you."

He groans, "yeah, but can't you just be my friend from time to time?"

My heart sinks a little in my chest. "I . . . I apologize, I thought I was both."

"Ah, that's not what I meant I just . . . Never mind, just forget about it and yes you are both."

He faces me and holds out his arm in an L. "Friends forever, right?"

I smile and do the same, holding his hand. "Always."

He smiles and finished styling his hair, something between 'this took an hour to do' and 'I woke up like this.'

"How's it look?" He asks with big, hopeful eyes.

I examine it a moment longer with a finger against my chin. It still looks a little sloppy but I know that's just his style. "Yes, I think it will do quite nicely."

He pumps a fist in the air and smiles big and toothy. Always so over dramatic.

"Alright Magsy, lets get a move on!" He pronounces as if he's leading a parade.

I open the door for him and we step out into the polished halls. The people have finally begun to wake and they soon littered the halls. Of course, as soon as Roman comes near, they all move to the side and bow. I debate on making a pun but decide against it. I'm not a jester, it's out of my jurisdiction.

Suddenly, Roman decides to interrupt the quiet between us. "Hey so is that whole 'becoming a true royal' ceremony thing today or tomorrow?"

Oh my lord you are so dense.