Broken wings

Chapter 20

A gentle knock is heard on the door. Roman is laying with his back facing me, but rolls back over when the knock stirs him awake. He shuffles and buries his face in my neck in protest of waking up already. The knock is heard more persistently then.
"Prince Roman, your highness?" A male voice speaks up. I hear Roman groan annoyed against my skin and chuckle softly at his behavior.
"Time to wake up, oh royalty of humanity." I speak up in a cheery high pitched voice to mock him. He hits me without any real force behind it. His hand just falling on my chest.
"Sire, may we come in?" The man asks again. Roman lets out a deep sigh as he pushes himself up. He throws the blankets off of him and he shuffles towards the door. I get out of bed as well and sit down on one of the armchairs.
"Enter." Roman calls tired when they knock again. He rubs his eyes before they open the door and push in a cart full of food.
"Good morning, Sire." The man who has been speaking bows. I'm fairly sure it's the same man who helped James with the carriage last night. Doesn't he need sleep as well? Perhaps he's like John and Tim and mainly works nights. This being his last chore before being released or something. However humans work.
"We came to provide you with breakfast." He nods towards a middle aged lady with curly blond hair to her shoulders who's pushing the cart. She bows as well. Before looking surprised at me. I quirk an unimpressed eyebrow at her and she quickly looks away again.
"Thank you, that's rather kind." Roman replies. The sleep miraculously out of his voice and posture when he addresses the two strangers.
"Pardon us if we've woken you up, your highness." The woman looks guilty at his pajamas and bed hair. He waves the apology away.
"That's alright, I have to be somewhere fairly soon so I had to wake up regardless." He assures her. She nods friendly. The man looks at me then as well with a confused look in his eyes as he tilts his head. Roman follows his eyes.
"Is there a problem?" He questions. The man quickly snaps his head back at him instead.
"No, sire. Of course not, your highness." He bows scared. I roll my eyes and can see that even Roman looks uncomfortable by it.
"Would you like us to bring a second tray, sire?" The woman wonders.
"That won't be necessary." He declines her offer friendly. She nods.
"E-Enjoy your meal, your highness." She bows again. I roll my eyes. I wonder if they'd ever roll out of my head if I stay too long on Earth and keep witnessing these things. The man bows as well. They both cast me another glance and I wave at them with a two finger salute before glaring annoyed. They close the door behind them and Roman lets out a deep sigh.
"Sometimes I forget how scared people are of me just because of my last name." He looks down at the tray. I shrug. I'll never understand why they'd even do that to themselves. As if they deserve less because they have different parents. It's really quite ridiculous. Roman looks up at me.
"Do I look scary and mean?" He wonders sincere. I burst out laughing at the idea alone.
"You could've just said no." He pouts at my reaction. I smirk amused when I get a grip on myself again.
"You're a lot of things, but I don't think you even have it in you to be scary." I tell him. A crooked smile pulls at his lips for a second before he looks down and picks up one of the forks on the cart. He puts some scrambled eggs on it and shoves it in his mouth. Humming pleased when it hits his tongue and rolling the cart towards one of the armchairs so he can use it as a convenient table instead of the one actually in the room.
"You sure you don't want anything of this?" He looks at me questioningly. I shake my head. I'm not hungry yet, but I'm glad he seems to have found his appetite again. I don't speak up until I'm sure he's had enough food in his body to function for the day.
"So how do your funeral rituals go again?" I ask him when he seems satisfied and pushes the cart away from him. He looks up at me. His eyes darker at the reminder of what happened yesterday and what's still to come today.
"Uh." His eyes shift away as they look into the distance. "We, uh, we dress in black and say goodbye to Patton as they lower him into his grave." He blinks back up at me then. I nod.
"Right, I'll be right back. Just call me when you're about to leave." I tell him as I stand up to go home.
"Where are you going?" He looks up surprised. A scared undertone in his voice.
"Home." I reply. "To get black clothes." I add. That's what he just told me, isn't it?
"You've got other clothes?" He wonders intrigued. I quirk an unimpressed eyebrow. Of course I've got other clothes. I may like these best, but that doesn't mean I've only got one outfit. I don't reply, but simply fly home.