Narrator

The Royal Family all sat down for their morning Sunday breakfast.

Both the King and Queen sat at each ends of the long table as the four children along the side.

The servants walk cautiously around placing the plates of steaming hot food carefully in front of each Royal.

All plates were served and the servants returned to their places as they start to resume their daily chores.

All except one... One of the youngest.

"Hurry up slave!" The King shouted making the young servant flinch and drop the glass of juice, on the freshly ironed pants of the eldest prince soon to be King.

"Look what you did?!" The King yelled angrily.

"Another slip up of yours and you're gone!"

The young servant's eye widened and gulped. He immediately patted down the young prince's pants, tears in his eyes.

He's never done this before. He's just so tired today.

"I'm s-sorry, my prince," The tired slave whispered, not meeting the young prince's eyes.

Though if he would of looked up, he would saw the sympathetic smile directed to him.

"It's okay," The young prince said grabbing a tissue nearby.

"No it is not, Prince Jason," The queen spoke up.

"You may go," He said dismissing the small servant and ignored his mother. The young minor nodded formally and retreated the grand dining room. He took a deep breath as tears fell.

"Ma, don't call me that," He whined and rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense, that is what you are. That is what you get called. A prince does not whine nor roll their eyes," She scolded.

"How are you supposed to be King when your father steps down?" She asked from her end.

The young heir huffed and sat back.

'You don't need to be rude to be King' He thought.

"May I be excused?" He asked after few minutes of the knife and forks clinking against the glass plates. His pants were now cold and sticky.

"Yes you may," The Queen said with a single nod sipping her tea.

As the young prince got up, he caught the sight of his younger brother next to him.

He furrowed his brows. His brother had an expression he couldn't make out. The younger prince nodded his head towards the door where the young slave retreated.

The first heir then nodded after understanding.

The young prince exited the double doors of the grand room.

He began making his way to his chambers. He shut the door behind him only to be startled by the young slave walking out of the connected bathroom with a hamper.

"Your majesty," The young servant bowed.

The prince nod as the servant continued.

He watched as the servant placed the dirty hamper on the ground as he began taking off the bed linen.

As he bent down the young prince's eyes widen as he saw the red gash on the lower part of the servants back. The thin clothing hiding part of it.

"W-what is that?" The prince asked.

The servants head snapped up and stood up straight wincing at the throbbing ache in his body.

"What i-is what, sir?" He asked turning around.

"It's just Jason," He said softly though the young boy hesitated every time.

"Okay sir- I mean Jason, what is what?" He asked again.

The prince walked closer to the younger boy.

"Darling... Please don't hide that away from me. Did you clean it?" He asked lifting up the stained clothing.

The latter shook his head, tears in his eyes.

"Oh, my sweet sweet love, let me get it clean," The prince said quickly dragging him into the bathroom.

He pulled the disinfectant and some medical wipes from the under the vanity sink.

"This is going to hurt," He said warning him.

The servant hissed at the contact as it stung his wound.

"Sorry," The prince apologised.

After cleaning it, he placed a bandage over the wound.

"T-thank you, my prince," The servant whispered after put his shirt down.

"No problem, darling," He said smiling a little down at the boy.

They stood staring at each other before the younger boy tore his gaze away from the beautiful blue eye staring back.

"I...I must finish and go-o," He whispered.

He quickly finished and made the bed again, running out with the hamper.

He shook his head as he walked the large hallways.

We're on opposite ends of the class.

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"Justin!" The prince soon to be King yelled as he spotted the boy down the hall.

The young slave stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"Your majesty," He said.

"I know you're busy now but please later when you're done, I wish to give you something in my chamber," The young prince said panting after the caught up.

"O-okay sir, as you wish," The slave said.

"Justin!" He heard a faint call.

"I-I must go, my prince," He said panicked at the voice.

The young prince signed. It's just Jason..

He shook his head once again thinking about the small boy returning to his quarter.

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After another long day of degrading remarks and pushes, the young slave made his way to the prince's door.

With a shaky hand he knocked twice.

Shuffling was heard and the door swung open.

There the young prince stood with a bright smile only for it to drop.

"Darling," He whispered.

He noticed the servants flushed face and teary eyes. Tired, exhausted, sad.

"My baby," He said pulling the younger boy inside as he let a sob.

"You're alright, soon you will not have to suffer," He said carrying the slave to his messy wrinkled bed.

"T-they w-were so mean," The young servant cried softly in the prince's chest.

He knows this isn't right. It's against the rules to even touch a Royal. They're not even supposed to interact.

Though he was so tired, so exhausted to fight the prince's grip.

"I know, baby," Jason said rubbing his back.

"Just a few more days," He said.

"My darling, I did wish to give you something," He said.

The slave pulled back and the latter lifted his hand and wipe the fallen tears.

"What is it, you wish to give me s-sir?" The slave asked quietly.

The prince broke the hug and walked to the corner where a small wrapped box with a blue bow on top.

He grabbed it and walked over the younger boy.

"Happy Birthday, Justin," He whispered.

The young slave broke into tears. He forgot his own birthday and the prince had gotten him a gift.

"I...I cannot take this, sir," He said shaking his head.

"Jason," The prince insisted.

"No, I can't," He whispered.

"Please, just open it,"

He wasn't going to stop. The slave sighed and grabbed the box in his frail hands.

He unwrapped it and opened the box.

"T-thank you," He whispered, a tear falling.

Jason lifted his hand up and caught it.

"I'll never let you tears fall... I'll catch you if you fall," He said.

The slave smiled at his generosity and kindness.

"Thank you, Jason. But I cannot take this," He frowned.

"No, yes. Yes you can," The prince said pushing the gift back which held a diamond bracelet fit for the small servant.

"No, I cannot," He whispered. He's already broken so many rules he thought.

"Yes you can, my love and as your prince soon to be King I command you to take it," He said firmly.

The younger boy sighed and nodded.

"I'll cherish it forever," He whispered.

"Good," The prince said before bringing him into a hug.

"I must go before they know I'm missing," He said suddenly remembering the time.

The prince shook his head.

"No. No darling, you shall stay and sleep in my room," He said still with his arms wrapped around the boy.

"B-but what about the-"

"I will say I needed you with me all night," The prince said with a nod.

The servant finally nodded agreeing. He could this for one night.

"Now, how about I set a warm bath on for you with some lovely scents?" He asked.

"If you don't mind," He said timidly. He could do with a bath.

"Of course baby, come along," He said holding his hand.

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"Goodnight, my baby," The prince whispered cuddling into the young boy holding him sight.

"G-goodnight, Jason,"

That night the prince fell asleep with a small as his baby was right next to him.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of blue-grey eyes had witnessed as a small smile played on their lips.

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1k+ words! -not edited-

Who was the blue eyes at the end??

As I said, I might do a little 2-4 chapter series on this😌 IF YOU LIKE IT.

Hoped you liked it my loves💓

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