Story: Wakareru
Meaning: japanese word - to part, to separate, to break up.
Summary: What if it was impossible to be with the one you wanted? What if your fate set true love apart?
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to HSM, I'm only playing with the characters.
Prologue:
Jack Bolton, the most attractive and successful man in Albuquerque, New Mexico never had much complications to get to the point of his life where he was worshiped as a God, envied by every man in town and desired by every woman in the state of NM. He always had the way to power and success clear and free of obstacles, not because of his own hard work, but mostly due to the status that the name Bolton had all by itself. He was the only son of the wealthy and lonely businessman Abraham Bolton and for a long time, the only heir of his fortune. Jack was constantly spoiled, extremely cocky and ridiculously handsome. He made his way through everything and everyone with a glistering white smile on his face and a confident attitude.
No one ever believed that the bachelor and player would have a family of his own, on the contrary, it was expected that Jack Bolton would live a lonely life like his father lived till this day. For an enormous period of time, mostly when Abraham decided he was too tired and wanted to retire and leave the business for young and reckless Jack, the son that everyone thought would be a great businessman, spend more money than needed in parties and women. He travelled around the world and had the best time of his life. Jack Bolton did everything he wanted and nobody said anything about it because they couldn't criticize royalty. And he was the king of that city of endless deserts and high temperature. Albuquerque was his kingdom, his home and his constant playground.
It wasn't until late, when he was already 38 years old that the status of playboy, party maker and lonely man changed. Surprisingly, there was water in the desert and during a rainy night, when wind blew furiously against his room's window and couldn't let him sleep, he had to find something to do with his boredom.
Her name was Myra, she was too young for him, with big and sparkly blue eyes and long blond hair that cascaded midway down her back and around her shoulders. She also worked as a maid in the house and trusted that every single word that left his mouth that night came from the bottom of his heart. Being so naive fooled herself and as his beautiful husky voice pronounced sweet compliments she never imagined to hear from a man like him, she gave her body and soul to him, literally throwing on the garbage her beliefs of saving herself for the right one.
Throughout the entire season of endless rain, she believed she was special every time he knocked on her door and made himself comfortable under her covers and using her body. As long as the rain lasted, he was there with her, loving her and sending her over the moon with his caresses and words. But as soon as the water stopped and the sky was clear again, making it possible for the stars to reappear, he was gone.
Even if he promised innumerous times he'd always be back for her, the king never considered the possibility of returning to her warm and spread arms. The queen she once dreamed to be and the illusion of being with a man like him, slipped through her fingers like crystalline water. The maid, immersed in pure love, suffered with his lack of interest in her and decided she had no reason to live without the one she had fallen in love so deeply. Myra stopped eating, stopped smiling and finally, stopped living. Rapidly she began fainting and throwing up, showing sickness even to selfish and oblivious Jack. One night, convinced by his father, he called a doctor and, on the last day of the month, while, ironic or what, it was raining again, they discovered they would be parents. The king and the maid.
After much arguing, Jack decided to follow the eldest Bolton's advice to keep the girl close and be a father to the baby. He wanted someone to be exactly like him. Myra couldn't be happier as she moved from the employees' dormitory to a guest room on the second floor of the mansion and was, for the first time in her life, treated as a person by the Boltons. Her heart was starting to heal by the time she got in labor and gave birth to a healthy and beautiful little boy. Jack named him Troy, like the legendary city, and baptized the baby in glory and richness. He wished for his son to act and be just like him and continue his achievements in life.
The maid went through a few months of calmness, and as baby Troy turned five months old, she was fired from the house, sent far away from her son, the man she loved so much and the family she wished to be part of. She was prohibited to come back, but Jack made sure she had money enough to live her life without worrying about it. More than anything, he made sure she wouldn't want to come back to ask for money.
For the entire household, Troy's mom was dead and nothing could be said about her. It was law set by the king and the ones that didn't respect it, would suffer the consequences. Why he did this? It was simple, yet cruel; royalty belonged with royalty. So Jack decided it was time to be a grown up and pass the torch to his son.
As Troy Bolton grew up to be the spitting image of his father, Jack knew he had been successful in raising his heir. It was more than DNA and genes; Troy had an aura around him that stated he'd be a winner in life. He was truly a Bolton.
He was the prince.