Two o'clock in the morning, my night spent in the castle was far from magical, the back of my head resting against my interlocked palms. Coming back from a stroll, twenty mahogany doors, sealed and bolted shut. Tiny red patches stuck to the hinge, all ranging from two different colors, some green and the rest red, no sounds within.

Silent, but when I hover my ear against it, energy radiates inside. I cross an ankle over the other staring above at the ceiling in thought. At the thought of her, truly she has flourished, I always knew she would. The tattoo on my right pinky surging, the inner child in me is crying out for me to make myself known but I'm forbidden to spew any words.

Tiana, I sigh to her name. A mellow feel coursing through me and I almost slipped a smile, when there was a sudden shift above and a muffled conversation. To muffled to make out any words, but there are people above. Something groans darkly than and a chill race down my spine, whatever figure above with a sudden thud.

"Just wait for tomorrow, there will be plenty of children." someone hisses aggravatingly.

My brows fuse together, that voice, that sentence. Tiana's father? it falls silent, and soft footsteps echo, I listen intently as they move around until they descend down the steps. I boorishly glance towards my gun as they draw near but then descends the second flight of stairs.

Whatever is upstairs, silences.

***

I await by their door, a hand clutching my wrist, my head down waiting for the royal double doors of the queen to spring open. My mood is a ticking time bomb, finding myself continuously forcing away any creeping images the back of my head wants to conjure.

He slept in there with her, he slept side by side next to her, touching and feeling.

A rapid hammering in my chest and I lose control of my breathing, this emotion in me, its burning, the blood in my veins scorching as it travels excessively throughout my body, boiling an acidic sensation deep in my abdomen, threatening to free out of my throat.

I am uncertain of this feeling; never have I felt this way before. Gunter has women scattered all throughout the headquarters, but none have made me fight this strange nauseating feeling.

My ears perk listening to a sudden shift in the room. Knowing Gunter, he knows I need to be up earlier and guarding his door until he himself comes out and dismisses me. Knowing this cycle, I have no doubt he will fling the doors open, exhibiting himself in nothing but his boxers from the aftermath of last night's affairs.

On cue soft patters of feet pace the ground, I grind the back of my teeth hearing them draw in closer and closer, but in the middle of it, the feet change courses. They grow distant until they disappear behind a closing door.

I glanced down at the Rolex around my wrist, time is of the essence. By noon she will be coronated and the wedding will take place shortly after, the mere thought of all this spiraling in one day spreads a sickening feeling from the ends of my fingers down to my toes intensifying this already unbearable heat.

Clicks of shoes echo in the hallways along with instructions being spewed by a familiar raspy voice, tables scraping against floors and distinct conversations. The time has come, everyone on alert, moving about frantically. I watch their figures move effortlessly from down the hall when that familiar butler paused just at the center, the feel of my eyes burn his cheek and he leisurely glances over towards me.

His sky-blue eyes pierce through me but I don't falter, instead I glare back. Green butler attire crisp as always, even his gray hair was neatly coiffed back, deep wrinkle lines adorning around his face. Gaze focused, analyzing my body as he leans his head back, his creased eyebrows relaxed.

I wonder. Age surely kept up with him, but if he were to recognize me, what would he have said?

A maid stops before him bringing a vase of white lilies to his view thus tearing away from our silent stare. Simultaneously behind me there was a shift inside, a door closing with a creak of a bed. I'm ready to hover over the door, glancing at my watch once again. Perhaps even knock, and as I fisted my hand and lifted my arm an inch, the doors flung open.

Stunned at first when she meets my fist still lingering in the air before her orbs glided to mine, her lush lashes fluttering as her eyes soften to mine. I had no words, only the swarming butterflies flapping their wings wildly in my stomach. How does she do it? just by looking at me I want to fall down to my knees.

A vision even the greatest artist couldn't paint.

My arm falls, curling my lips and nodding before I stepped away, not before glancing in the background to find it empty. Was Gunter still in the bathroom? I quickly divert my eyes, knowing it will ogle down her body shamelessly, twisting my frame back to the hallway, I only now alleviated the painfully hard organ in my trousers, eliminating all those tantalizing thoughts.

But now seeing her all alone, her shapely body cladded by the gold and black gown, large, oiled breast sitting high on her chest, her perfume hypnotizing. He hardens behind my trousers, threatening to break free from the zipper, wondering if she would allow me just ten minutes to make her cum, licking every succulent part of her body where she likes it most.

The ends of her stilettos hit the ground rounding over to my view, agonizingly slow. She is surveying my body. I bite my tongue watching her lustrous wavy hair come to my view, when we were children, we'd be face to face, now I force myself not to linger down at her for too long, biting my tongue.

"I take it you're not even allowed to tell your new Queen good morning." she says to me. Her voice ever so sultry and rich. I glanced down quickly to nod and forced my head back up.

"No one is here." she whispers, I swallow gravely watching her body lean into mine. "Just say it for me, Good Morning."

I don't respond, instead I glance down again to let her read it through my eyes. Only us in the middle of this void hallway, I take my time looking at her as she does with mine, a drumming in my chest but I remain stern.

Our gaze intense, she studies me, and I take the time to paint her face behind my eyes. My chest heaving, and her eyes slip down to my chest, gliding her gaze down the navy dress sleeve that hugs my muscles. A twinkle in her eyes and her lips suddenly parted, chestnut skin turning red at the tip of her nose. And she tears away from me nervously clearing her throat.

"Uh-um. I take it you are looking for your Prince?" She never turns back to look me in the eyes, thus giving me a moment to rake my eyes down her backside. I try to stop this lust in me, but my tongue breaks from my mouth, and I use it to wet the bottom of my lips, picturing her naked on top of me, bouncing her massive ass against my abdomen. Watching my dick disappear and reappear and the lips of her pussy tightening sweetly around my shaft.

By now the organ is angered, veins pulsate, and I grit my teeth. What a view, I think to myself.

After moments pause, she turns back to me. Face flushed with glossed eyes. "Your prince and I agreed to sleep in separate rooms until we are wedded." her throat still raspy.

Making sure she doesn't meet my eyes. "I uh, I don't know where he slept but he and I will be reunited at the coronation." she finally looks to me and smiles tightly, but sincere.

Mesmerized just at the sight of her before me, I nearly reciprocated the gesture when it suddenly dawns on me. Let me paint this image into my mind for safekeeping to store it deep into my memories forever, this will be the last time I will ever get to see it. Because after today. She will detest me for her remaining years.

"Princess." A voice calls out, by the elder man. Her gaze moves from me to the hallway, I listen to man but couldn't tear my eyes away from her. "Guests are arriving please let us get going." he speaks formally, but the haste in his tone left no room for arguments.

"I will see you there." She says, I bowed. And she walks away, shamelessly I watch her retreating figure, eyes focused on her rear but glanced up in time to catch the cold gaze of the elder man that awaits her down the hall. I clear my throat and look away.

Another sound of a door flings opens with a creak, Gunter emerges from a room at the end. Suited in all black, hair gelled back. His elbow bent and his hand hangs in the air, a white band wrapped around the palm, soothing an ache with his teeth grit when he looks up to me. Instantly he retracts the visible arm hiding it behind his back.

"Brother!" he roars, the bags of his eyes hung like weights. "Father has called and he is on his way." he moves past me walking forewords and I follow. Our emerging frames garners attention and the maids and butler's pause to bow as we head for the door. "I can get used to this" he chuckles.

The royal doors break open, rays of the morning sun beam inside illuminating the gold and silver decor inside, ridding the gloom within the walls. Sinister designs glimmer as the sun beams against it, I glanced at the painting of the demon on the wall, as a child it gave me chills. And now as a man, with my profession, I was no better.

A warming temperature meeting our skin and from there I witness the crammed lot of lavish chariots and vehicles. Though it is modern times, chariots are still highly favored amongst the elites.

Prince gunter emerges himself from within to step into the light, a sea of cheers roar in sync at the sight of his presence. Just over the horizon, an army of people stood outside, rows and rows of people it was hard to differentiate between the commoners and middle class. A memory pricks the back of my temple, years ago on this day I in the streets. Scouring for food to feed my badly beaten brother, the memory surges across my mind bearing down on me heavily and I swallow.

Aside Gunter I stood as he waves over to the crowd, waving his wrapped hand and I notice purple of his fingertips. Whilst he does this, I search every angle in case someone harbors any weapons.

"By the way." he suddenly said to me. "If you are wondering, she has not forgotten about you."

I keep my head straight but discreetly glide them over to the side of his face, ears perked high. Why tell me this? Knowing Gunter, he searches for a reaction, his own personal amusement at my expense just like when we were children.

"Father is here." he says, and I tear my gaze from a black car rounding around behind the castle and deadpan it on the approaching Rolls-Royce with the initials carved at the hood.

King Adelheid has returned, and this time he has no plans of leaving.

I see Charlotte as the driver, golden hair glimmering in the sun as she rounds to the VIP parking lot, her lips as red as rose and lashes lustrous with clean cut brows, she drives the King and behind her is Ray.

She meets my eyes and I smirk.

The crowd roaring grows louder as Gunter steps onto the pavement, and I behind him. Our dress shoes clicking and scraping on the pavement, his composure steady with slight jitters. "How do I look" he asks. Aligning his handcuffs, he has learned his lesson from the first time.

I glanced down his body up to the slight reddish bruise around his nose, surprisingly he was well groomed, I could lie for my own amusement as he panics, but as of now I have bigger affairs I will be needing to focus on. "You're fine."

In a blue skintight dress, Charlotte steps down from the driver seat, both Gunter and I flicker our eyes over to her frame, drinking in the hourglass figure and mounted breasts, the cerulean blue accentuates her ivory skin and compliments her eyes. Highlighted blonde hair swaying and curled, with glossed plump lips, gunter whistles aside me and I clear the grovel in my throat.

It has been a long time since I have seen her in such elegance, normally it is a leather suit stuffed with life threatening weapons and poison. She rounds to the passenger door and clicks the door open; my knee comes to the ground as I bow to the King. Within my view, white leather shoes step down one by one and so does the brown woodened cane at his side.

"Rise, little frog," he commands.

I push my body up to realign my back and I come face to face with the king, an all-white suit with a black bowtie around his neck. Hair gelled back with his beard shaved, though he has aged, I could see his younger face, the same face back than that opened the gates of hell for me today.

From behind him Ray steps out in an all-black dress suit like I, as gunter walks over to his father. Albin in all red with a buzzcut, and Bartek in all green with the same hair style. Square jaws clean shaven just like the king's, I glanced downward at Albins hand and saw patches of blood on his knuckles and without seeing it, I knew the reason behind it.

The occasion was of elegance, someone must have trimmed his hair poorly and met his wrath.