Forbidden - Lashton

Chapter 2 - ashton

I was pacing back and forth in my bedroom when I heard a knock on the door and then opened the door when I didn't answer. I stopped my pacing and looked to see who walk in. It was a trained knight who had short blonde hair and had blue piercing eyes.

He closed the door behind him and I walked over to him. "Luke, there you are! I was looking for you but no one knew where you were which is why I'm glad you're here. I'm not having the best of days right now..." I sat at the edge of the bed while he followed and sat next to me.

"I'm sorry, I had to run some errands. Can I ask why you're not having a good day?"

I narrowed my eyes as I started to fidget with my fingers. "Well, you know I'm a prince, obviously, and I knew I had to become a king one day, I just didn't think it would come around so soon. It's completely weird and new and I don't like the thought of me being king at the moment."

I heard him sigh, "Maybe it would be time for you to be king. You would be such a great king alongside a queen if you put your mindset on it. I mean, you have such good leadership, anything a good king would have is what you have. I'm telling you, you think about it. I certainly would but I'm no prince."

"Think about it? I can not even thinking about something like this so suddenly, you of all people should know that. You're starting to sound exactly like my father, trying to change my mind an all."

We both stayed silent for a couple of seconds until I caught on. I got up from the edge of the bed and started walking towards my dresser. "Wait..."

I turn around to see him looking at the floor with the word regretful written all over his face. "Have you been talking with my father?"

His head shot up and looked at me. "Of course not, only if he needs me with knight stuff , you know how it is." After he said that, he got up from the bed and walked over to me but before he got any closer, I stopped him.

"He's been talking to you into convincing me to becoming a king, hasn't he?"

"No! I just think... maybe he's right."

Now this got me mad. "Leave."

He tried reaching my hand for comfort but I slapped it away.

"Ash-"

"I don't want to hear another word coming from your god damn mouth and I specifically gave you an order. Leave."

Luke was standing their shocked from the harsh words that came from me and to be honest, I was too but I remained angry.

He nodded his head and opened the door but his final few words to me were, "I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that, he left, shutting the door behind him as I watched.

My arms were around me, hugging myself. My eyes became blurry and I held in the tear  as best as I can that was about to fall. There's no way I could be crying for something incredibly stupid. Luke was my best friend and for him to say something like that, hurt me. He of all people should know I don't like to be rushed into things.

I went over to my bed to lay down and grabbed a pillow to hug with.

Luke and I met when I was seventeen and he was only fifteen, which was a bit weird. I was seventeen and I got personalized a guard who was ONLY fifteen years old but he did do me good with keeping me company. We always chatted more than me and Michael do. Michael and Luke never met in person before though I'd bring up their names in conversation from time to time.

Me and Luke's friendship were like no other. I can't begin to explain it but we had to keep it a secret because no one in royal history had a friendship with their personalized guard. I was eighteen when I started to feel something I never had before. It was like butterflies were flying around in my stomach and I don't know why, I just knew it happens when I'm around Luke.

I still can't explain what feeling that was, I never knew what it was or what It meant. I could only wonder if Luke had that feeling too. But that's besides the point because I'm mad at him and I didn't want to see his face, ever again.

I hid away from him and avoided him the next day. Whenever he did have a chance to talk to me, I'd flat out ignore him. He didn't get the hint until a month later and finally decided to to give up and stop being around me. After that, I haven't seen him since.

I talked to Michael more to fill in my loneliness.

It was night and I kept tossing and turning in my sleep. I was having a livid dream. It was in place, somewhere besides from the place that I'm living in. There was someone walking up to another person. They tried touching them but they got stabbed in the stomach and slowly fell to the floor, while trying to grab at them desperately but died within seconds and their head lolled to the side as they lay on the ground lifelessly.

I woke up so quick, I got a headache from sitting up so suddenly. I was sweating and breathing out heavily as I stared at the black abyss in front of me. I slowly regained my breath and laid myself back down on my mattress but my eyes were still open and my brain couldn't stop thinking.

So many swarming thoughts entered.

Who were they?

Why am I having dreams like these?

Why am I dreaming about someone getting murdered?

I had a few lucid dreams like these but I was young at the time and now I can't remember a single one anymore.

I couldn't understand, why me?

To be continued...