The Fallen Royalty

Chapter 3

Something had to be done. Had to be stopped. Just in a way that did not result in more travesty. Patton pondered more on his rational thoughts, or what was left of them, to see if there was actually a light at the end of the tunnel. So far, all he could see the blanket that was pushed up to where his glasses once sat on his nose.

He wallowed, pettilly laid down, trying and failing time and time again to do just that. It truly frustrated him. He wanted to see the good Roman had to offer him, had so seemingly been willing to give before that day.

It hurt to think about it, to process it now that the damage had so blindly been done. Patton closed his eyes as he clutched a fluffy pillow in his arms. Maybe if he just came to terms, he could be free.

FLASHBACK

Roman had sent for him, requesting his presence at the gathering for a wedding. It touched Patton that Roman would want to be seen with him in the public eye, so his tailor got to work on a fine tuned outfit for the special occasion.

He looked awfully put together in a flower gown that would compliment, what he assumed, would be Roman’s blood red suit.

That seemed to be his style anyways. It hadn’t occurred to him the depth of what was actually taking place as he was guided from his royal quarters to where he’d been requested to go.

The halls seemed to grow darker now that he’d thought about it, a more sinister touch was added all around him. Too bad he was just so excited to spend time with who he truly thought was his boyfriend.

The hall doors opened, leaving Patton to continue on his own.

It was a short walk, one that was a calm before the storm, a light wave before a tall one.

Roman should have controlled himself. Should have held back from his desires.

He was stupid enough to think he’d had time, time to go against all rational thinking.

Kissing the one person that could drive a wedge between the two royals. Making out for lack of better word. Remy always had a way with his words, convincing and death defying, so comforting it was sick. Wrapping Roman around his finger, making him drop at a simple word, this was Remy’s intention the whole time.

To drive them away from each other, keep them from communicating, and smiling while doing it. Except for they weren’t smiling. They were suffering. Remy wanted to watch them suffer. He couldn’t watch them if they wallowed, so he had to do something about that. Right now.

Kissing Roman was the least of his worries. But making sure Patton had seen was the goal. Patton knew that now anyway.

FLASHBACK OVER

Times change. So do people. Patton braved a face, letting a smile settle his options as he walked out of his living quarters for the first time in a month. Shocked faces followed, but he’d expected that.

But what he really should have expected, was the man standing at the end of the hallway. Him.