The slave (jeremike)

Chapter 1 Introduction (edited)

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Mikes POV

I silently walked the halls of my grand palace. I wore heels and with every step came a sound that echoed off the walls. My extremely short hair lightly bounced with every step. I passed by my best friend's room, Chica. I could hear her having another fight with Freddy. Chica has lived in the palace for as long as I can remember. She's treated practically like a queen here. Well, more like a princess, but you get the point!

"I fucking hate you! You disgusting pig! Act like a fucking lady for once!"

Smash.

Something broke and damn was it loud.

Honestly, what the hell did she see in him? He did nothing but slap her and yell until he lost his useless voice.

I sighed deeply and waved at all the panicking maids, rushing to Chica's room to see what happened. Each and everyone bowed lightly. I felt disgusting. I'm no God! Why do they bow to me? I'm not different from them. I hate being a prince.

My royal adviser/ messenger passed by me, smiled with glee, and stopped me dead on my tracks. "Prince Mike! I have excellent news for you!" I nodded knowing all too well what awaited me. I'm almost 18 years old! I know crazy right? Chica is 21 and honestly that's a great thing! She hasn't been forced to marry yet!

"What is it Malvin?"

Shit! Please don't say what I think you're going to say!

"As you obviously know you are almost 18 years old!" I nodded with fake enthusiasm.

Kill me.

"Which means you are officially ready to take the throne once your father's passing has happened."

Don't do it. I swear to god I will throw cow shit at you.

"Which means..."

Don't!

"... You have to..."

MALVIN I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL DO IT!!

"...pick a..."

DON'T!

"...bride!"

There it is. I need a pooping cow now.

I nodded again. I was honestly feeling sick at this point.

"Your parents will be having a ball on tuesday and you have to pick a bride!" I wished the world could eat me up at that point. I nodded and he patted my shoulder with a little too much enthusiasm.

"I'm sure you'll make an excellent pick! I must go now, breakfast is on the table for you prince!"

With that he left me. In the middle of a hall, contemplating if I should break a window and jump. I gripped tightly on to the left side of my suit. I was about to scream out in annoyance. I should be grateful, but I'm not.

Chewing my lip and biting the tears back I decided to walk to the kitchen. I needed some comforting advice amd I knew exactly who I could get it from.

The idea of being married to a wife was disgusting to me. I never found any sort of attraction to them. To be honest I want to be married to a man. When I was a kid I didn't have a word for it. Now I do and I can confidently say I'm a homosexual! I remember my first crush was a cute boy from another kingdom. My first kiss was a kid I played with. He was poor and eventually he and his family moved.I always found men more attractive. Yet. . . I know my parents would never allow me, their only royal son, to be married to a man.

When I entered the dinning hall, all the loud chatter and laughter stoped. I found it nauseating. I am nothing special, my social class does not mean I want to be treated higher than anyone else. Everyone stood up, bowed, greeted me, and continued on with their mindless conversations. I walked into the kitchen, the smell of food hitting my nose immediately. I walked up to Larita, my favorite slave. She was always so kind and nurting. Larita looked up and smiled happily. I sat on a chair next to her and sighed deeply. She silently continued to cut up the vegetables. And then she spoke up.

"Your parenta assigned another 'bride party' ?" She asked as she poured the chopped vegetables into a pot, adding water and putting it gently on the stove behind her. I nodded while I grabbed a apple slice from the fruit bowl. She laughed, shaking her head and turning on the stove. Larita was 40 and even for her age seemed so young inside. "Honey, you just gotta tell your parents you prefer a man over a women that just wants your kid. Comr on we both know that's all those girls want, leave at the first oppurtinity because they don't actually want to be wed this early." I chuckled and I raised an eyebrow.

"You're right, but what am I to do? I bear this curse of being a selfless prince! For crying out loud I feel guilty for eating a piece of fruit!" She chuckled and stired the soup while picking up a bit of spices. "Whoever this man ends up being, he'll love you more than you can ever imagine! Wouldn't that be better than to die knowing you never loved the one who you actually wanted? Sure, there's hateful people, but baby love is stronger than everyone's hate combined. Got it?" I nodded smiling.

Maybe I just am going to tell them.

Maybe I'll tell them that I. . .

A prince. . .

Is gay.