crown me 👑 ts + jb

sixteen.

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Alexandria walked past Troye's room and assumed she would see it empty but, to her surprise, Troye was standing in the mirror fixing his clothing. She raised an eyebrow as she walked in and stood behind Troye. "Where were you yesterday?" She says. 

Troye looks himself over one more time before turning to Alexandria. "I left," He said. "I needed some time to think about things." 

"Troye about yesterday I-." Troye raised his hand and Alexandria quickly stopped talking. 

He sighs. "It's fine... in fact, it's what I needed to hear."

"What?" 

Troye walks over to his bed and sits down before gesturing Alexandria to sit down next to him. She had sat down awkwardly close which caused Troye to scoot over a little more which caused Alexandria to raise an eyebrow. 

"I'm not like this because of my parents death," Troye said. "It's what I had to do, I've been a prisoner of this castle... this court for that matter. My father was never a nice man, even before I was born. My mother, she was the embodiment of light, the only thing that made this castle what it was."

Alexandria grips Troye's bicep. "She sounds wonderful."

The young price look at Alexandria's grip on his arms and casually removed her hand and placed it back on her lap. "She was," He says. "And for years they ruled and to the common eye they were perfect, we were perfect. Though they fail to see the darkness of the crown and how it changes people." 

Alexandria looked down at Troye's knuckles, they were red and scarred from all the times he has punched a mirror. Something tells her that he's been doing that for years by the was his knuckles look. "Is that why you punch mirrors then," She says. "Because it's easier to harm yourself than to face everything."

Troye looks down at his knuckles and laughs dryly. "Others use rum and beer... I do this. When you came in that night I was having one of my fits and you cleans my cuts and mended one that reopened you reminded me of someone I used to know."

Alexandria smiled a little as she curled some hair behind her ear. "Really, who?"

"A servant," Troye said and Alexandria's smile fell. "Her name was Rose... probably the only person other than my mother who truly cared for me."

Alexandria made a face. "She was hanged," Troye said. "She was hanged because my father wanted her to."

-flashback two years ago-

"I want to speak to her," Troye yelled "I need to speak with Rose! I am crowned prince and you will let me throu- to hell with what Father says I need to speak with her!" 

Troye manages to push though the guards and runs to the cell that was holding Rose. Her hair was no longer in the nice bun that Troye had always known. It was down and had grown raged due to the lack of combing and her eyes were bloodshot red from all the crying she's been doing. 

"Oh my god Rose," He says falling to his knees and gripping the bars of the cell. "I've been trying to get down her for days but my father told the guards I wasn't aloud." 

Rose walked over to the cell and kneeled down on the other side. She slipped her hands through the bars and placed them on top of Troye's. "You came," She says. "That's all that matters."

 Troye sighs. "God I'm so sorry," He says. "I've been trying so hard to reason with my father... to stop your execution but he just wont see past it."

"Have I ever told you the story about how I got to this castle?" Rose said. 

Troye shook his head.