Royal Atrocity 2

"Jeezuz our dad's horrible, like you." Rontu snapped, and at the last bit he paled.
"Th..that's al ie! My sister would never..." HE bit down on his lower lip, panicking a bit.
"Don't you dare-! Gaah, fuck you!" He nsapepd, pissed, annoyed, and shcoked all at once.. Did his sister really move on, ignoring the fact he was kidnapped, and snogging with a man far odler hten her?

"Oh please, you ARE the pervert, chaining me up like this, havign me as a slave instead of killing me-and I'm red beacuse...beacuse I'm MAD, that's why!" HE snapped, turning his head away to glare at hte window. Antoehr bump, and a leg came out, causing his wrists to pop and bruise, nadh e sowre, getting back on the seat and glaring at the ground.

"......Not like I wanted to kiss some snobbish brat who's been pampered and bathed in perfumes all his damn life..'

Xavier sat quiet for a moment, wincing then got up and undid the boy's chains before retreating to the farthest corner away from the boy. "Yeah. Because I'm totally having your skin flayed... And yes, your sister would. Which wouldn't be bad, Jem's a fine kid, respectful. And don't I dare what? Tell you what will happen if you escape? Don't be stupid."

His dark hair hid his eyes as he stared at the window, the day turning to night, "You'd rather be dead then huh... And you kissed a pervert then. And you may be mad but your face isn't red because of that particular emotion." That's right Xavier, state the obvious... He was pissed, he'd enjoyed that kiss more than he thought he should and it bothered him to no end. If he did decided to swing that way it shouldn't be with a boy who not only made a fool of him but totally hated his guts. Well, except the reaction. Lust maybe? He shrugged to himself, it was more than likely...

Ahhh....
He sighed with relief, moving away to the farthest corner-not mirroring the other's moves, he just did'tn want to be close, and he rubbed his wrists, sitting down properly and glaring out the window.

"He'd better not touch her anywhere..." HE muttered, the brotherly instincts kicking in. He was older, by five minutes, so he had that authority.
"I meant don't you dare use her as a threat, and if Jemmy's a 'nice guy' liek oyu say, I'm sure he'd slit her throat the moment I escape and you alerted him or somethign along hte lines of that."

He crossed his legs, out of habit, in the female fashion, andh e crossed his arms, movign them a bit to get the blood flowing as he stared out of hte window, a flush still on his face.

"Go check your eyes Prince-not everyone fawns over you....I don't liek you at all, it's just that..." HE blushed ab it mroe, then sighed.

"Dressing up as a woman does get you ...grabbed, in places, and you tend to get used to men fawning over you, alright? S...so just shut up, it's apart of my act for my sheeks to flush, it's become involuntary now."

A total lie, but he did'nt want the prince winning this battle.

As night turned to day, Rontu restedh is head against the wall, and soon his eyes closed. Onceh e was asleep, his hands fell into his lap, and gradually he laid down across the seats, sleeping rather soundly....Then again, his sister did say he always slept like a rock.

He chuckled at the boy's remark, "Rontu, I seriously doubt you have control over her choices so calm. And..." He tilted his head as the boy fell asleep after speaking..

"Hmm, you are on weird fellow... And a bad liar." He brought a cloak from under the seats and laid it over the boy. "Yeesh... Some scary prince I am. Letting you go and now this.. What the fuck am I thinking." Xavier, talking to himself, assumed Rontu was fast asleep and could not hear him.

"Well... I'm sure I'll think of worse things once we reach the castle... Should be early tomorrow morning. I doubt the sun will even be up then.." He yawned and slowly fell asleep himself, sitting up.

Hours later the carriage rolled to a stop and a gentle tap from the door woke Xavier up. Ora was there, smiling warmly as usual. She looked at Rontu and raised her eyebrow, "You better fix that M'lord before somebody sees."

Xavier nodded and picked up the boy, covering his face with the robe, "He sleeps like a frickin board..." The Prince and maid quickly scurried inside the castle, being seen by only one guard but a kind one so they wouldn't be ratted out. Xavier and Ora reached his room and he put the boy down on the windowseat. "Um... What do I do now with him.. I don't want Father to see."

Ora smirked, ironically mirroring the Prince's, "I'll just tell them you fell ill. They'll stay out of your room for awhile. I'm sure your Father thinks the boy was taken by the Slave Caravan so don't worry." She left the room, firmly closing the door behind her. Xavier turned and looked at Rontu's sleeping form.. the boy was certainly different than what he'd expected. Then again what had he expected? A scared out of his mind slave?

"....mnn...."
He twisted a bit in the other's grip as he was carried, and gripped his shirt, yawnign and snuggling into the warmth-he figured it was his sister, they shared the same bedi n the small caravan....

"Nng....Issie..move over...." HE kicked the air gently, and felt cloth over his face.
Ah, she pushed the blanket, didn't she?
He grunted, but relaxed after a while, yawning....hnn, the blanket smelled funny....
He stirred, rolling off the windowside and falling with a thud on the ground.
"....Mph?"

Did...Issie kick him off the bed?
"Owww....." HE sat up, a hand slidign out form under the cloak to yank it off, and he rubbed the back of his head, blinking-
Hnn?!
He looked around the elaborate room with wide eyes fileld with surprise.
The..hell?! This wasn't the caravan-!

His eyes laid on the prince, and he stood up, dropping the cloak and glarign at him, though he was surprised, his mind blank at hte moment.
"Who....what the-hell?" It came to him and he wiped his eyes, figuring this was just some weird dream, and glanced at the prince again.
Nope, not a dream-he really was a prisoner....

"Ah...umm...Morning?" He rubbed the back of his head, then slid his hands into his shirt and yanked out the sandbag breasts-no wonder he felt uncomftorle. HE let them drop, his shirt flattening ot a simple blackshirt, and after pulling otu the sandbags at his waist, to reveal narrow hips instead. Once he was done with all of this, he crossedh is arms, glaring up at hte Prince.
"ANd just how long are you going to stare at me?" HE snapped, a bit embarrassed that the other had watched him.......

Xavier frowned, the boy undoubtedly missed his sister. He wondered what it would be like to have a sibling, maybe a bit better for having parent's 'attention'. He laughed out loud as Rontu fell off the bed, "You've got to be kidding me!" He slowly stopped laughing, "Very graceful for an acrobat."

"Heh, good morning. Finally got it in your head to get rid of the girly attributes eh?" Xavier smirked and kicked the sandbags toward the garbage, "That is strange beyond words. Ah well." He sat down across from the window seat and deliberately stared at the boy, "As long as I want thank you. Technically you are my property like it or not."

“Sh..shut up...I move in my sleep....” He muttered,, crossing his arms and leaning against hte window sill, only the man kept staring at him, so he glared right back, though after a while he had to avert his gaze, a shiver running down his spine.
“So...you kidnap me just to stare at me? You’re just like the men that watch me dance, always gawking...” He stuck out his tongue, then smirked.
“And by men, I mean old men, geezers.”
He stood up, glancing at hte window-they were pretty high, but those ledges looked..durable. He’d try later.

“Property? More like stolen goods, you rotten prince.” Yes, he knew he was going low, insulting the prince and all, but if it got him death quicker, hten maybe he could haunt him in the afterlife or something.

Xavier laughed, "Right. Because I am soooo old. And quit thinking about escaping." He turned away from the boy to walk across his room and to a large, ornate dresser. "And you were mine once your kin accepted the money. Quite funny actually. ...And is rotten prince the best you can do? Seriously."

He dug around in some of the drawer's until he came up with a set of new clothes. His dark eyes glared at Rontu until he was sure the boy was to.. whatever he was... to look back. Xavier quickly changed. "You might just want to stay in this room by the way. If anyone finds you, they will kill you and then what fun would that be?"

The prince ran over to the other wall to grab a decorated rapier from it's case and attached it to his belt. "Fortunately for you Rontu I have a court meeting." He cast one last look at his new acquisition, one of confusion then left the room. Xavier's dark boots clacked against polished marble floors as he swept towards the council's room. He really could care less since he had no say but Xavier figured that he needed to learn this for when he ruled the country.

"Oh I could say alot worse, but I'd rather keep my limbs intact." HE crossed his arms, hten blinked.

He rolled his eyes, groaning to himself as the other grabbed clothes, and glared at him. HE blinked, hten realized what hte lok meant.
"I'm not a pervert-what a self concious prince..." HE rolledh is eyes and turned his back, though he did get a view of hte other's broad chest in the window's reflection. HE flushed a bit, but since he was facing the otehr way, he was sure the other did'nt notice.

"...kill me? Why?" He seemed annoyed-did htey order them to kill him if they saw him? What kidn of vicious jerk was this guy?
He turned around as hteo ther walekd and grabbed hte jeweled sword, looking at him puzzled. THat made Rontu raise an eyebrow, and he leaned agaisnt the wall until theo ther left.

As the footsteps faded, he turned ot hte window, grabbign the corner and tugging. Half an hour later, he tugged, then sighed, resting agains it-
"W-woah!" HE fell throguh-ah, he forgot castles had the kind that pushed out...
He winced as his back scraped agianst the stone tiles and he tumbled, barely managing to catch the ledge with a hand. HE glanced down over his shoudler, saw the country side, and paled, grabbign the edge with his otehr hand, and pulling himself up, panting.
"Ah....m-made it...."

Only.... he was on a tower top, and there was no way down...damn.
He glanced around over the edges, but there were no windows. So he sat there, trying to make himself comftorble as he measured distances mentally, to see ifh e could try running and jumping.

The closest was the stone edge near hte prince's window, so he ran and jumped, only he missed and yelped, catching it with his hands, only a part crumbled away. Glancing under him, he saw spides of towers-no way he'd survive the fall. He grabbed at the drapes, and tugged himself up beforei t ripped, and he fell back into the Prince's room, still holding a part of hte drapes and panting heavily.
"H...holy shit..."
I am NOT doing that again...


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