Runaway

Prologue

He always knew he'd be the one to be crowned as King. Heck, everbody knew it was going to be him. Everybody but his brother, of course. He grimaced as he remembered how his brother's expression turned from shock and betrayal, to something dark and stoic. He clasps his hands loosely behind his back and walks over to the huge windows with his heavily embroided velvet cape trailing behind his feet. His violet eyes sweeps over the preperations which are going on down below for his coronation. Sighing a little he casts another glance below before he abandons the window and walks over to his study desk.

Absent-mindedly he trails a finger across the mahogany desk and stops infront of a pile of papers filled with words in his indistinguishable hand writing. He picks it up and studies it, feeling a deep hollow feeling gnawing in the pits of his stomach. Life had always been unfair to him. Still is. Just as he was at the peak of finding a cure, he was forced out of his reserach. " A King's first and utmost priority is always his people. Not looking for something that has and will always be an impossibility. Stop snooping about in the clouds, Samuel. And get your head back on your shoulders.  It's time you have learnt the meaning of responsibilty ," was what his father had spat at him when he put up a fight for wanting to give the throne up. 

He growls and pushes the papers off his desk with fury. He didn't want to be the responsible one. He never asked to be. Why give the throne to a son that refuses to take it, instead to the other one who's craving for it. "Exactly my point," his brother's voice echoed into his room. With a wary sigh Samuel turns around and sees his brother standing by the frame of his bedroom doors. " You might want to consider putting a lid on your thoughts. Seriously. I can practically hear you all the way down from the corridors, " Daniel says and as if to further emphasis his point, he closes both his ears and gave a mock shudder.

"What do you want, Daniel?" Samuel snaps instead and crosses his arms over his chest. "What I've always wanted," Daniel replies, and walks over, with such grace, to where Samuel stood; with a glint of madness in his eyes. Mirroring his brother's posture, he stood; challenging. " You know that's impossible," Samuel strains. "C'mon. We can do it the way we always have. I'll be you and you'll be me. Just like old times," Daniel pleads, putting both his hands on his brother's shoulders. " We're not as identical as we were before, Daniel," Samuel sighs and looks into his brother's blue eyes. The only feature in them both that sets them apart. "Says who?" Daniel bellows and drops his hands to his side as if Samuel had just slapped him across his face.

Flinching, Samuel reaches out, realising just how brutal he sounded, "Brother..-". "NO," Daniel bellows even louder now with rage and moves out of Samuel's reach. His chest puffing, hurt evident in his eyes. "No," he whispers hoarsely.once more before turning onto his heel and stomps out of the room. He stops at the door frame and turns his head slightly."Don't you ever call me that again," he says with a coldness Samuel had never heard before. "Ever," he whispers and he was gone.