Fractured Youth

Bastard - 7

Age: 17

My roommate was a complete and utter idiot.

Reid Larue had been assigned to be my roommate when we both were promoted to work in the palace as the new High Lady's guards. Between the chosen few of us, we worked at least once a day, taking shifts being the shadows that trailed the High Lady.
Unfortunately, that meant that my dorky, flirty, very bi roommate developed a crush on the prince.

So when he came back from a party (That I'd chosen to skip) drunk and blushing like a madman, I already had a sense of what he'd done.

"What did you do?"
"Callllllllllllllll! You should've been at the party! You could've finally talked to a female other than the ones giving us orders!"
"Reid." I said, though hiding my amusement. "You're blushing. What did you do?"
"The prince kisses like a god. That's alllllllll I'm saying." He said, slurring slightly since he was still drunk.
"You kissed the prince?" I facepalmed. Of all the dumb things he could've done, he kissed the prince. One of our superiors despite his age.
"I would've fucked him but the spymaster got in the way." the red haired male grumbled, flopping onto his bed.

For a second I just stared at him. This male had a death wish.
"You do realize the prince has a very obvious thing for someone else?" I eventually said.
"Didn't seem like itttttt!" he sang happily.

I snorted and gently got him onto his feet, leading him to the bathroom and getting him into the shower. Turning it on the coldest setting and leaving him to partially sober up while I got him some water.
When I came back, Reid looked a little more steady on his feet, and his eyes were clearer.

"Oh gods. I don't know if I want to wish that didn't happen or if I wish I could do it again." He muttered when I handed him water after he'd dried off.
"Well, at least you know they won't fire you." I commented, handing him some dry clothes.
"Yeah but the white haired deaths are gonna give me hell in training tomorrow."
"True."

'White Haired Deaths' was the name most of the guards and soldiers in the palace used to describe two of the main females running the show. In looks and personality, they could've been sisters; pure white hair, ice blue eyes, stone cold bitches. Rayla Dark and Meira Dynam respectively were in charge of the Night Court's spies and legions.
The War Lords controlled the war camps, but Rayla controlled them.
Meira, the spymaster, was a whole other nightmare entirely.
While Rayla would physically beat you up and make you physically regret anything you'd done, Meira played a more psychological game. She forced you to do very specific tasks in order to truly show you how stupid you'd been to do whatever it was you'd done.
In the palace, getting on their bad sides was worse than a bounty on your head.

I stayed with Reid until he'd completely sobered up and made sure he got to bed without falling over.

the last thing I heard before I fell asleep was
"The prince still kisses like a god, no matter how much hell I get tomorrow."