crown me 👑 ts + jb

six.

-flashback three years ago- 

"If you could choose..." A sixteen year old Troye says. "Would you rather be a royal or one of the common people Mama." 

Laurelle laughed quietly. "Status never mattered to me Tokkie," She said. "My mother always raised me to treat people fairly, if you want people to be loyal to you, you have to give them the same respect they give you."

Troye smiled as he walked besides his mom through the little town that he had grown to love over the years.  He looked over at the woodsmen's shop, he was talking to a mom and his son about the wooden toys... it reminded him of him and his mom. 

"Your majesty," The jewelry merchant, Christopher, said bowing his head. "Prince Troye."

They both smiled, Laurelle started to look through the jewelry and Troye looked around the little shop, looking for Jacob. 

"Jacob told me to tell you that he is in the two of yours usual place, your highness." Christopher says. 

Troye smiles in his direction before going a little ways down the shops until he hit the woods. He followed a path that has been trampled down because of all of their running on it. Eventually he got to another opening, The trees looked as if they were curved just for them.

"Your highness," Jacob said getting up and bowing his head.

Troye shakes his head and laughs. "No one is here, you can quit with the formalities."

"Troye," Jacob says stepping up to the young prince. "I got the baker to make your favorite bread... fresh, might've cost me a little extra gold but," He rolls on his feet. "It was worth it."

Jacob walks back over to a blanket that was in the middle of the area. He sat on it and sure enough there was a loaf of bread accompanied by fruit and wine. Troye smiled even wider as he went and sat down next to him. 

"I never get why you do this," Troye said. "There is so much more thing you could do with your gold. You've always said you wanted to buy some land."

Jacob props himself up on his arm. "And I will," He said. "I have time, we're only sixteen."

Troye scrunched his face up. "If only it were that easy for me," He said. "My dad has been meeting with people about my coronation. Finding an alliance that would fit for England, just this morning he left for France. I tried to tell him that it will be awhile until my coronation but he just keeps pushing and Mother tries to reason with him bu-."

"Hey," Jacob said placing a hand on the side of Troye's face. "The reason you mother comes to town and the reason you are back here with me is to get away from all of that. You aren't Prince Troye here or the dauphin... you're just Troye."  

The young princes face quirked up into a smile. He took a few grapes and started popping them into his mouth. "God I wish life was simpler," He chuckled. "Sometimes I wish I could never grow up." He then takes a piece of the warm bread of Jacob gets up and grabs a stick that was on the side of the blanket.

"Remember when we would sword fight with these," He said before swinging them around. "My father went mad when you got hit."

Troye took another piece of bread and hugged his legs. "Oh yeah,"  He said. "He thought my mother would clog him or something." He got up and grabbed the other stick.

He slashed it through the air, listening to the stick tear through the air. "Must say," He said. "A lot lighter than a sword." 

Jacob gets in the stance that Troye taught him all those years ago. Troye chuckles mirroring his stance. Jacob went first and Troye was quick to dodge him and then cut him off with his own sword. The two fought for awhile before Jacob took note of something, Troye never blocked below his waist. Jacob smiled as he took one hit at Troye's legs and he was quick to fall to the ground.