"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living"
Marcus cercero
Aidan's POV
I can't believe she meant it, mom had said something last night at dinner about taking in some kid who lost her parents.
I wasn't really listening in detail but i don't think she mentioned it being this soon, you can imagine how surprised i was seeing her today at the house, although i gave no hint of my surprise and walked right past them, up the stairs and into my room.
I pride myself in never showing my emotions.
urggh, its annoying enough with that dickhead Jayce around, now there's another.
I'm certain she'll be staying in the room next to mine so I decide to play my music throughout the night to frustrate her, who knows maybe she'll pack up her bags and run away before tomorrow morning.
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Audrey's POV
That was the most horrible night ever, i didn't even sleep a wink with the loud music coming from that jerks room.
I'm sure Marsians would be grooving to the music all the way in Mars.
How did Rose and Jayce sleep through this ruckus.
Don't the neighbours call the cops on him, like i see in American movies. If this is a regular occurrence, I sure as hell won't be staying long.
I check the clock next to my bed and its 6:00am, deciding i can't take any more of this, i step out of my room and angrily pound on the door which Jayce described to me as Aidan's yesterday.
Like he had been waiting for me, the door swings open almost immediately to reveal a very pissed off Aidan.
"What?", he sneers and all the energy and anger i came bubbling with dissipated into nothingness at the sight of him.
His blue eyes are so soft and yet so hard and distant, his messy jet black hair is soaking wet on his head.
I trail my eyes to fully look at him and my breath is caught in my throat. His perfectly toned body is left exposed, he only has a very small towel wrapped around his crotch area.
"Are you going to stand there looking at me, you little pervert or do you actually need something" he says, leaning against the door post looking like he could murder me any second.
Wait, Did he just call me a pervert?
"Now hold it right there mister, how dare you call me a pervert, you're the one who came to answer the door half naked" I say fuming.
"What do you want?", he asks, completely ignoring my little rant.
I'm pretty sure i have steam coming out of my ears with the kind of anger that is brewing inside me, Dear Lord, I want to rip of his head and feed it to hungry Lions.
I close my eyes and try to suppress my anger after all I'm the new kid and fighting isn't the best way to thank them for accepting me into their home, i resist the urge to snap his thick neck and answer softly.
"I just came to tell you to keep the music down, people down the block are probably wondering if there is a party in here"
"Fuck off" he says as he slams the the door at my face and turns the lock .
I stand in the hallway with my mouth hanging open.
You know what, fuck it, I'm going to murder him. No one talks to me like that. Raising my fists, i pound like a maniac on his door.
no reply
I continue pounding until I hear the lock on his door click.
I prepare to lash out all my pent up anger and frustration on him but when he opens, I'm taken off guard as he immediately pins me against the wall opposite his door.
He's so close that i can feel his breath on my neck.
"Did you have something to say" he says leaning closer such that his lips are hovering dangerously close to mine.
All the words leave my mouth as i stare at his eyes in awe. The hard blue eyes i had seen earlier seemed to have melted into a puddle of blue waves.
Is it weird that I'm a little bit turned on by how close he is, and the fact that he's only in a towel doesn't help matters.
"Ehm, Yo..you called.. Nothing, I'm sorry" I end up saying, too captivated by him.
"I thought so", he smirks and almost immediately his eyes harden. Leaving me totally stunned, he turns around and enters his room.
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After the little incident in the hallway with Aidan, I came back to my to try to catch some sleep before anyone came for me although frankly I'm surprised that no one has already, its almost 9:00am.
In the palace everyone has to be awake before my dad wakes which is by 6:00am, being a deviant, i never really adhered to it, i do recall dad disbanding that rule a long time ago but none of the palace staff obeyed out of fear of my mums wicked tongue.
As i lay there memories of my parents flood my mind and i couldn't help the tears that came with them.
I can't believe they're gone.
My train of thoughts are cut short by a knock on the door.
"Hey Al, are you awake, can i come it?", Jayce asks.
"Yeah sure", i reply only after wiping my tears on the blanket.
Good morning, he says
"Morning Jayce, hope you slept well".
"Yes I did, with a beauty like you under the same roof with me, i sure did", he says and i can't help but roll my eyes in response.
"Hey, are you crying?", he questions, advancing closer, his face contouring in sadness as he embraces me in a hug.
"Its gonna be okay Al, I promise", him saying all this just makes the tears keep rolling down my cheeks onto his shoulders as he comforts me. I feel so empty, i feel like nothing, in a matter of hours, my whole life was stripped from me, my parents, my best friend and most importantly, my kingdom.
"How about we go have some breakfast, i know a really cute coffee shop?". Jayce says.
That would be nice, give me a few minutes to change.
My mind drifts back to Reva, the news of my fathers death should have spread by now. Uncle Jonathan has probably cooked up a very convincing story of how the king died and the princess fled her responsibilities, making him the most suitable for the position.
I can only imagine what the people of Reva will go through under Uncle Jonathan's reign.
Up until now, i never even thought of the people.
I've been so selfish, thousands of people under the rule of a tyrant.
I can't let my people suffer, my parents are dead, i can't get them back ,the least i can do is reclaim my empire for my people and i promise that I will avenge my father.
But to do that I'll need to lay low from the time being until i can gather enough strength to oppose my uncle.
I am more determined than ever, its not only about revenge, its also about freedom.
"Hey Jayce, after breakfast can you take me to a salon I'd like to get my hair done".
"Yeah, sure, there's an amazing salon just down the street". He responds
"Perfect"
Its time for a drastic change.
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Reclaiming My Empire
General Fiction"Uncle Jonathan, how could you do this, he was your brother, my father and you killed him, for power?"', i say, tears streaming uncontrollably down my eyes. oh, sweet princess, your father was never man enough to lead this nation and you sure wouldn...
