The Reaturn Of The Demon

~Chapter 8~

You stared at the slightly-closed door in silence. What does he mean when he says he wasn't talking to us. Did he mean Bill separately? Was he referring to me? Or was he referring to me, not to Bill?

Or was he talking to someone else?

Such a thought sent chills down your spine. If he was talking to neither of us, then that means there must be someone in this room besides you and Bill. But who could it be?

And where are they right now?

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you realized Bill wrapped his arms around your back, tightening his grip on you just a little. Blinking, your eyes glance over to check on the prince, to see that his eye was closed.

He looked relaxed.

An eyebrow was raised, what gave him that idea?

Well...I mean, I am sitting on his lap, and he is kiiiiinda resting his head against my shoulder...and he does occasionally do this but solely when he's stressed -

Bill's stressed.

Why though?

Your hand slithers up to his blonde locks, locking on contact. Your ears perk up when Bill gave a soft noise. His stress could be from his dad.

You weren't dumb. Bill and King Percy don't have a nice relationship.

Sure, they may not be the same as you and David, but they have some issues around each other. King Percy appears to toy around Bill, who hates it. Whenever Bill tries to toy around, his father smacks him down - coming with an uglier comment. Especially from now; Bill tried to talk smack right infront of him, saying of how he has someone else do the dirty work. And what does the King say in return?

"I want my hands clean after all~"

Boom. His own father smacks Bill's trashy talk down on the floor.

Especially from when King Percy took you to the throne and Bill confronted him. He hammered his son down to the floor, even accelerating to physical contact.

Has there ever been a time where King Percy does something nice for him?

"...Hey Bill?" Your hand on his hair moved just a little to get his attention. Bill gave a small noise, his hands twitching on your back.

".....mhmm?" He sounded tired.

"Has your dad...ever done anything nice?" You asked, feeling his grip tighten just a little.

"....Well." He gave a sigh, "There was one time, but its all talk."

"What do you mean by that?" You asked,

"Well, when I was little, I kept running from the castle to get an adventure of my own.." Bill huffed, "...and I met someone, it was a male I'll tell you that." Bill's hand slithered up to your hair tips, twirling. "He was tall, and had this weird aura. I don't really remember, but the next thing I knew I was in my bed."

"Teleportation?" You blindly asked. Bill laughed,

"I don't know. I remember my mom rushing in asking if I was alright. Said I was under attack and someone saved me."

"Your dad?"

"Heard from the counselors that it was. Probably was the only nice thing he did."

So King Percy must be the type to care on the inside, rather than out.