What the King's Heart Wants

Chapter 1-The Beginning

''Newt... Wake up... You need to get up darling,''  a voice seems whispering to my ears. I groaned. This person of mine is breathing on my neck. What an annoyance. Is he trying to make me obnoxiously get out from my dreamland? Oh no, he isn't. 

''5 minutes more please...'' I begged while my eyes were still shut close. That person chuckled. I ignored. Then I heard silence with some soft static sound. What is bloody going on. This shuck is giving me my temper blasting to its limit.

''Darling~'' I still groaned.

''D- (static sound)darli- (static sound)Master,''

''Master, wake up.'' Confused I was. I opened my eyes a little bit slowly, the gaze was a bit blurry but I soon got adjusted to the brightness. Slowly, I saw Butler Alfred to my sighting. I sighed. Another bloody dream.

''Master, wake up. You need to get ready.'' I sighed once again only this time is visibly to be heard by him.

''What time is it Alfred?'' 

''It's time...(heading to my closet) to get ready Your Highness(showing me my king's attire),'' he smiled. Oh how lovely.

I got up from my bed and walked down to the stairs of my bed. (yes, it's gigantic) I took my towel and went into the bathroom.

''Umm... Your Highness-''

''Alfred, What have I told you about calling me?'' I raised my left eyebrow while looking at him. He smiled fatherly. ''But Yo-'' I put my one finger on my lips and widened my eyes. ''Newt, you're a king. This is very disrespectful of me calling you by name.'' I smiled. I was going to reply, ''And I'm not your father,'' He said. 

My smile, it was fading. The memories were starting to play. 

''It's going to be a good weather sweetie.''

''I hope. We still need to help those people.''

I was polishing my shoes. Smiled happily to finally follow them to other side of the country. To help our people.

I was there, when it all happened.

''Sweetie, get cover!''

My mom and I were in the safe deck.

''Newt darling. Stay here. I'll find your father.''

I was there, when they died.

''Father, Mother!''

The waves controlled the ship, the ship wrecked. The waves flushed away, flushed away my body to the beach. Flushed away my parent's bodies to the unknown sea. To be known dead by the society.

I snapped from the reminiscing. I looked at him and throw a reassuring smile.

''But I'm considering you one, Alfred.'' I told him. He noticed the sad tone by my voice. He smiled fatherly that warms my heart like always.

''Whatever that makes you happy, Newt.'' then he left the room. I shrugged to those bad memories. I closed the bathroom door and slowly took of every piece of clothing on my body. I throw my dirty clothes to the basket. I walked my way to the royal bathtub then I saw my reflection on the mirror. I stopped and rested my hands on the sink counter.  

I looked pale by the days come. I looked tired. I'm kind of skinny to be a warrior king. How did I come across to this life? I'm no like my father. A hero to the kingdom and family. Neither those I'll be close as good to him. Even I haven't met the love of life. I feel empty.