How To Be A Prince 101 (Prince Matthew x Jon)

Chapter Two

Here Jon was, sandwitched between two guards, in a carriage to Britania for a form of audience with the Prince. It was a long ride, a silent ride. Two days spent in a carriage, the nights spent camping outside on the grass around a fire. Jesus... If only Jon had recieved the answers that darted around his head like a broken carasol that had lost its stop lever. He was so sick of this two-day journey. The whole time, nobody would even mutter a word to him, making him feel extremely lonely and awkward.

The short male would tap his filthy boots together out of boredom, twiddling his thumbs. All of a sudden; the carriage would halt to an abrupt halt. He'd be thrown forward a bit, one of the guards showing slight kindness as they'd sturdy him. Jon would thank the guard sheepishly before turning his head to look out the window. Unfortunately for the short boy, the guard to his left's head was in the way. (Both of the guards were rather tall compared to him--) Jon would pout in annoyance and inconvenience. The door to the carriage would swing open, the guards dragging Jon out. Jon would finally be able to see where the hell he was; a fancy-pants castle. You never see these in The Wild West... This amazed Jon. It was like he was in a form of Fairy Tail!! Except for... He may have the possibility of being hanged or decapitated by the end of it... They still never really told him why His Highness would like to speak to him.

Suddenly, Jon would hear a loud and commanding "Bow for Head of The Royal Guard!!" and the guards would kneel, dragging Jon down to his knees. A soft pat would've been felt on Jon's head. "I'll take it from here, gentlemen."

The soldiers would've let go of Jon, Jon raising his head to look at who had pat his head like a small child. There stood a man, maybe about a little less than a foot taller than Jon was. His hair was a dirty blond with two hair horns, his eyes a bright grey. He had this playful, almost menacing smile. He seemed so friendly... "Rise. No need for you to be on your knees at the very moment." The devil-like man would speak. "I am supposed to escort you to where you will be staying until His Highness is prepared to speak with you. He told me to treat you with respect-- So don't worry. I can see you've had a long journey anyway!" he'd smile widely. His smile was so bright--

Jon would follow after the Captain swiftly, scattering quickly in order to catch up. The Captain would lead him through a nice, light-purple hallway, adorned with portraits of royal family members. All of the family members looked very simular to Prince Matthew. The Captain would make a halt in front of one of the white birch-wood doors before playfully shoving Jon in there, closing the door, and leaving Jon alone as he'd catch himself from falling.

Jon may have been startled for a moment when he was shoved in to the room... But was easily calmed down. The room was rather classy. The room had light purple wallpaper, speckled with darker purple polka-dots. The floor was a very clean, sturdy wood, fancy. The room was lit with natural sunlight through a window with a birch rim. The bed was queen-sized, clean white sheets and two fluffy and soft pillows... The room was very, very nice.

Jon would've then noticed a rocking chair in the corner near the window. The old rocking chair reminded him of home... The Wild West. He'd sit in it, beginning to rock in it as comfort and normality would fill him. Peaceful... He didn't even bother thinking of why he was being treated so kindly like a guest... He was just satsfied with the rocking chair.