crown me 👑 ts + jb

twentyfour.

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"your highness we need you to try these and see if they are to your liking."

"your highness there are some travelers here that wish to speak to you about playing for the ball after."

"your highness-."

"your highness-."

troye slams his hands on the table causing everyone to fall silent. he then removes his crown from his head and runs a hand through his hair. 

"i've had enough," he says. "i've had enough of all of you pestering me like rodents. i can never get a moment to myself with the lot of you scurrying about. "your highness.." this "your highness.." that. honestly people do you really have a-."

jacob steps in. "what his highness means to say is that all of you bombarding him with questions regarding the coronation isn't going to get anything done faster."

they all mumble "yes sir jacob" as well as "sorry your highness" before scurrying in several different directions. jacob looked over at troye who held his head down.

"are you alright?" 

he pushed his chair from under the table and got up without saying a word. jacob watched as he left before turning to a maid who was walking into the dining room. 

"what's today." jacob says. 

"august 20th sir jacob, why?"

he looks at the seat that troye was just sitting in. "it's nothing."

she gives a weird look before leaving.

today was the day... the day his parents were killed. he remembered that day... everyone england did.  bell had rung thirteen times that night. everyone stepped out of their houses, dogs were howling and some cried. 

nothing was ever the same since then. 

jacob shook his head and started in the same direction that troye was going. before he could get anywhere Alexandria seemed to jump out of no where. 

"lord jacob," alexandria says before looking behind her. "are you doing anything."

"your highness..." jacob said. "i was just on my way to see you actually... since his highness is planning the coronation now i just wanted to make sure that everything is to your liking."

"like..." alexandria says raising an eyebrow.

jacob chuckled. "like...like your gown, black and gold correct? lord hunter wants the both of you to wear the colors of your respected countries."

alexandria smiles and nods her head. "yes those are my colors and then troye is wearing red and white i presume?"

"yes."

the two of them stand in an uncomfortable silence before jacob clears his throat.

"was... there anything else your highness?"

alexandria shook her head. "no, you seem to be in a rush jacob."

jacob smiled. "the... other knights are expecting me in the armory."

"oh, give them my regards."

jacob bowed his head. before heading down the hall. alexandria watched him disappear and as she did one is her ladies came up beside her.

"he's hiding something," she says. "that much is obvious."

her lady looks over at her. "are you sure you wanna do this, he is troye's personal guard."

"he's a guard, im a princess. at the end of the day i have power... he doesn't."

"of course alexandria but you're also a stranger here and someone who just had their love killed..."

alexandria looks down.

"hunter will do anything in his power to make sure troye doesn't get a spec of dirt on him... even if it means taking you down."

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when jacob came to the conclusion that troye wasn't in the castle he realized there was only one place he could be.

their little spot in town.

he felt weird walking through the little shops in town with his armor. it was almost like this was a different life.

people bowed their heads as he passed, kids would slow down and step aside... it was weird. this is probably what troye was talking about.

once the young knight made it to the opening in the wooded area he saw troye flinging the wooden sword around like a real one.

"practicing for our next battle i see?" jacob says.

troye looks up and smiles. "just needed to get away from the castle," troye says before throwing the stick down. "it's getting harder and harder to hide there."

"i know that's not the only reason... i know what today is. it's the-."

"don't. even now it doesn't feel real... not to me at least."

troye pulls put the blanket, fans it out and sits on it. "you know when you found me in the courtyard that night i saw rose?"

jacob made a face.

"yes i know she's dead but it was her, she told me that i need to let myself feel and even though i know she's right i just cant. it's programmed in my head to feel the way i do."

jacob went and sat down on the blanket beside him."this is a start, admitting that you want to change."

troye looks over at jacob. "you seem off, what happened."

"alexandria was acting weird... almost as if she knows something. i think she knows about us."

"how, we've been discreet."

jacob shook his head. "i dont know but i feel like that night in the courtyard we weren't alone."

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