The Fallen Royalty

Chapter 6

As much as Patton would have loved to take care of his problem, he had a meeting to attend. With frustration, he tied Roman to a chair, gagged him, and backed him into his on-suite bathroom.

Vague memories of their moments shared in this room tried to beg his attention, but he paid no mind to them.

They were the past.

Right now was all about revenge.
Patton wished the meeting into action, moving swiftly as he normally would, sparking no alarm.

All the guards were on edge anyway; any change with his demeanor and the discovery of Prince Roman’s disappearance, he would be found guilty.

His eyes dragged almost professionally as he nodded along with the words being presented by his royal advisor, Emile.

“This is the stats on how the kingdom will likely pa-” Emile crossed his arms, fixing his glasses flesh to his nose and sighed, “Pat, I know this is the last place you want to be, but could you at least act interested?”

“I can do a good acting Emile,” he gave a small smile for him, seemingly satisfying the advisor.

“Satisfactory Patton, now-” he looked back to the board, drawing on them.

Patton couldn’t be less distracted.

What if he got out? He was a very smart man… he could be an idiot sometimes, but he was physically smart. And yes in both contexts. It was highly probable, he was loud.

What if he hadn’t tied the gag hard enough?

What if- Patton was snapped out of his thoughts by a literally snap. Emile looked mildly irritated.

“Patton, I suggest you go rest.”

“But I assure you I am not tired.”

“Not from the looks of you. We can continue this meeting when you are more well rested.”

“But-”

“Patton say one more word, I dare you.”

They exchanged challenging glances for a few seconds, before Patton slumped back in his chair, “fine.”

Once Patton was basically escorted back to his room, it took everything in him to shut and lock his door from Emile’s prying eyes. He was a curious one, he’ll give Emile that one. After he tossed the key to his mirror stand, he took off his sash and shoes, looking rather handsome and not like he had been before.

Patton knocked on the door, earning a whimper from the other side. He shouldn’t have been up yet. Maybe he should have just whacked him a little bit harder.

Whatever, all that mattered was his Prince was awake, and ready for mass interrogation during his “nap time.”

Opening the door, Patton saw his head laying back, looking out the only window giving off light. “Hey Roman.”

His head lifts up slowly, almost like he has a headache, and said in a defeated tone, “Patton.”

“You don’t look well.”

“I wonder why.”

“That was grade A sarcasm.”

“You know it lover boy.”

“I can actually knock you out again, don’t test the triggers.”

Roman almost laughed, it was more of a chuckle from the depths of his throat, settling the air like a blanket of warning. Patton moved forward, standing between Roman and the ropes that held him down. He was a good prince in the light, but stick him in the dark, and it’s all fun in his little games. Patton knew that, Roman had not.