The Writer And His Beast(Boy*Boy)

chapter 3

"But mama...." I tried reasoning with her.

God this woman is difficult.

"No, my mind is made up son, your papa and I have discussed this, it's for the best. You will take over sooner or later, you should start getting used to dealing with him." My mother concluded leaving no room for discussion.

You might be wondering what's going on right?

Well my loving parents decided it'll be best for me if I attend the next council meeting at the royal castle of the ruler. Why would they do this to me?

They know very well that am terrified of him . Plus am only 70 years and my father is still capable of reigning. All this just feels so weird and sudden. I mean last night nobody mentioned anything about me attending any council meeting. And now this morning all of a sudden am being rushed to attending the fucking council meeting? This is just absurd.

So currently we were all at the dinning table. My papa as the head was taking his sit at the royal table and my mother at his right. She has always been his right hand woman. The two complement each other..they are each an extension of the other. The love between the two was envied by many...it was obvious they they would do anything for each other, they are mates so that's understandable.

Is this  how being with a mate really was?

Being loved unconditionally?

Living for the other?

Full filling promises of love?

Is this how it really is? I wondered. The way my father looked at my mother it was hard for any one to miss the hint of satisfaction and adoration in his eyes. He looked at her as if she was holding his dear life at her palm and he was more than satisfied by that fact..and she clearly reciprocated the gesture and adoration from papa.

I wanted this.

I wanted a mate to love me, look at me the same way my papa looks at me mama.

With love, adoration and perfection.

My bubble was unfortunately bursted by Alana who was sitting next to me.

" Dude what's up?" She inquired through mindlink while tapping my left shoulder.
" Are you still contemplating on whether to go to the ruler's castle or not coz you really don't have a say on this the king has decided." She said looking directly at my father with an emotion I didn't quite understand,then immediately looked at me with those black irises that I got lost in for a minute.

"But Eva,why the sudden emergence of this decision?" Shawn asked my mama while breakfast was served by the chefs. Breakfast was one of the important meals before dinner that everyone had to attend to no matter the situation. It's a rule placed by the king to us. And by us I mean, Shawn, Jules, Alana and me. My three best friends are considered family at the royal palace hence have to make appearance for such family meals. According to mum it's the only time the family gets to interact and enjoy the company of each other, well before us was a feast, if I must say..a glass of milk for everyone and a jar full of apple juice was in the middle of the table. Waffles were presented smeared with a little bit of honey and bacon too not left behind. The bacon did look juicy I must say, a bowl of salad placed next to the apple juice,scrambled eggs,sausages and coffee for my papa. Everything looked delicious and  enough for all of us. Our diet was a complicated one and hence required a lot of attention that's why the head chef Mr Elia was all our favorite of the 15 chefs in the house, he made sure there was a little bit of blood in all the food and made it edible for us, he  was just mesmiriesin in the kitchen, he made various dishes all the time, new dishes everyday and we didn't care as long as we ate the delicious meals.