Ripped Time (Boyxboy)

Chapter One ~ Friends

Shuffling under the blankets, Bryn stretches his arms over his head and pushes the covers off of his face. Rich golden sunlight streams through his satin curtain giving his room a shadowy tone. Moving his legs over his bed, Bryn stands up and walks to his bathroom. Clothes were strewn all over the place. Towels hung over the towel rack and over the shower curtain. Bryn hated his servants messing with his things. He knew where everything was but when the maids come in and clean...that's a whole other story.

Bryn hops into the shower and quickly washes his short brown hair. The smell of warm sandal wood dominated the air along with lingering steam. Bryn rubs his hair with his towel and puts on some black skinny jeans, a light grey t-shirt and his black converse. Grabbing the silver ringed crown, embedded with garnets (his birthstone), he looks at the indoor rose bush setting on his night stand.

Bryn always knew about his gift. Talking, aging, making and even fighting with the power of a plant has always sent a chill down his spine.

Bryn waved his hand and the three buds that would normally take three more days to bloom sprang pearl white roses. Bryn could feel the happiness radiating from the plant so he knew he was taking care of it perfectly. It was about 5 inches tall and rested in a ceramic glass bowl that has the words "La Vie Est Belle". Life is beautiful. Pulling himself out of his reverie, Bryn knows how to speak french. Its his natural second language he's been learning since he was 3. Bryn places his crown upon his head and leaves his room.

His family palace was huge. 1000 rooms, 2000 bathrooms 4 kitchens and over 3000 servants, maids and butlers. His mother, Queen Esmé, his little sister and him were the only royalty in the palace. Is father died when he was only eight and now he was 18. Three more day until his mother gives up her rule and passes it down to him.

The walls were decorated with pictures if family and past kings and queens. Podiums with figurines, vases and many other relics mounted in various places. Paintings hung on the wall. Chandlers hung from the ceiling glistening off the walls. Personally Bryn didn't find the chandeliers necessary because the morning sun spilled through the curtains illuminating the halls.

"Your majesty!" A sticky boy in satin attire was running toward Bryn. His hair was the color if melted chocolate and his eyes were the color of copper. The smell of sage and freshly mowed grass permeated through the air towards Bryn.

"Hello Cal." Bryn stopped walking and looked at Cal.

"The Queen would like a word with you."

"Very well. Am I in trouble or dies she want us to practice for the coronation?" Bryn asked the boy.

"I wish I could say, your majesty, but your mother only requested your presence in her bed chamber" The boy bowed and ran off in the opposite way he came. Bryn murmured 'Remember to give him a better job after the coronation. He deserves it'

Bryn followed the corridor until he reached a door rich with golds, reds, and whites. The paint made light reflect off so it was as if the door was shimmering in the morning sun. Bryn knocked once and a maid opened the door.

"Your majesty! Please! Come in!" She stepped aside and Bryn rested his hand on her shoulder as he passed abs said thank you.

"Your kindness to everyone has always inspired me." His mother stood in front of a full body mirror with maids dancing around her. Some holding dresses, some fixing her hair, makeup, and nails.

"Good morning mother. Sleep well?" Bryn made his way over to the vanity table and sat in the chair, regarding his mother.

Queen Esmé was a very regal woman. Kind hearted, well tempered and superior. She always put off a vibe of someone who was above all. Seeing as she's Queen it makes sense. She was born of royal blood and my father married into the throne so I guess she was born with it.