"Sir, he's here."
"Thank you, Wes. You are dismissed for the day."
"But, my lord, I have to serve supper in an hour." Wes stepped closer towards the male sitting at a throne.
"I'll get David to do it. Bring him in, I'll see you at supper."
"Thank you, sir," Wes back let out of the huge room and went to go grab the person waiting outside the door. The male on the throne sighed and fixed his crown, looking around the room. He noticed that a few if his pictures were fading and that he would get someone to paint new ones. The door opened, pulling him out if his thought.
In stepped another male, his brown hair a mess on too of his head. He had a few bruises in his pale skin an his clothes were ripped. His blue green eyes were rimmed with tears threatening to spill. His tattered clothes showed his exposed body, which made the King lick his lips. The male that had just walked in looked to be in his high teen age, or early twenties.
The King liked his lips once more before sitting up.
"Hello, welcome to the Dalton Kingdom. As you can see, I am the King. The ruler of this place. My name is Sebastian, but since you will be staying here, you can either call me King, Master, or Sir. You can not call me by my real name. But for you, You can call me King Sebastian or Sir Sebastian." The King stood up from his throne and walked down the five steps and made his way towards the stranger. "I hope you find this stay," he licked his lips, "rather dashing." He stuck out his hand for the stranger to take, but he stood there, tears falling rapidly on his face.
"Why..." He whispered.
The King pulled his hand back an straightened the coat he was wearing. "Why... What?" He questioned, lifting and eyebrow.
"Why did you take me away? Why did you kill my parents!" The stranger lunged forward the King, but he side stepped and he fell towards the floor. The King pulled out his sword and pointed it at the man on the floor.
"Your parents were working against Dalton. They were trying to take it over." He said calmly. "You're lucky we found you, or you would've been right along with them. Dead." He heard the boy sobbing, and put his sword back. He bent down on one knee and placed a hand on the males back.
"Why do you want me here?" He said through his sobs.
"We don't want you to fight for them. We want you on our side."
"Why?" The male sat up, rubbing his eyes. The King looked at him sadly, his brown eyes staring into the blue ones. He placed a hand on the formers knee.
"We're pretty sure you know what's happening over in Lima. You can help us."
"Why would I want to?" He asked looking down at the hand in his knee.
"Because, stranger, if not, we'll have to kill you."
He tensed. "I have a name."
"Well why don't you tell me it?" The King questioned.
"Why don't you ask for it?" He snapped.
The King nodded. 'I like this guy'
"Alright, fine, what's your name?" He asked with a smile.
"Kurt Hummel." He pulled his legs up close to his body and rested his head on his knee.
"Prince Kurt?" The King asked with enthusment. Kurt shook his head.
"No. Well, yes but I'm last on to the throne. My older brother was next, but- but since my parents aren't here, I guess he's king now." Kurt began to sob softly. "I- how did you know?"
"Our grandfathers had been fighting for ages, Kurt. My father and your father has too. But mine had died four years ago, putting me as King. And I slayed King Burt and Queen Carol down to their graves!" The King stood up and started swinging his sword.
"No- st-stop it! Please." Kurt begged, crying.
The King looked down at Kurt. "You're with us now. You are no longer a prince, so you have to forget them. And when your brother comes back to his castle and find everyone dead, that's when we will strike. We'll kill him, and then there will be no rivals." The King sat back down next to Kurt. "Forget them. It'll only do you harm if you keep them in your heart." The King placed his hands on both of Kurt's shoulders and looked at him in the eyes. He smirked, gazing into the boys eyes.
"Sir, supper is ready! Oh..." Someone shouted barging in. The King took his hands back to himself and stood up.
"Thank you, Thad. But will you show our new guest, Kurt around and show him his living quarters?" Thad came over and helped Kurt to his feet.
"This way, Kurt." He walked over towards the door.
"See you at supper." The King said, winking an eye at Kurt. The boy blushed and followed Thad out of the throne room.
Everything was new to Kurt. His old castle was huge, but not this huge. There were two stair cases that were going down and one on the floor her was on. Thad ushered him up the flight of stairs, pointed at everything he needed. They entered what appeared to be a dormitory holding tons of rooms. They walked by a few open and closed ones, all of them sporting numbers on them.
"Here's my room. Number 7, my name is Thad. So if you ever need anything, just come to me. I work around the kingdom, more of the King's second hand man. Um, I'm rooming with Hunter. He is one of the servants here. So you would need to come to us if you need anything." Thad took Kurt by the arm and pulled him to room number 13.
"Is this my room?" He questioned.
"Yes, you'll be rooming with Sir Blaine. He is the sword master here. He's pretty nice, if he likes you." Thad laughed. "Um, also watch out. He likes things to be very organized and he does have a temper."
"Are there women here...?" Kurt said, rubbing his hands together.
"Nope. Just guys." Thad grinned and opened the door, showing Kurt a huge room. "Your lucky he plays such a big part in this kingdom. His room is the biggest in the dormitory." He lightly pushed a gawking Kurt in the room, smiling when Kurt ran over towards the window.
Kurt looked down and saw a beautiful garden holding his favorite flowers ever.
"Roses!" He said loudly.
"Here, come out." Thad said opening a huge door that lead to a balcony. Roses were hanging on the railings. Kurt picked one up, but yelped, dropping it off the balcony three stories high.
"Ah, another cut." He said sucking his thumb.
"I forgot! Excuse my rudeness. Let me go run you a bath and call up a nurse." Thad excused himself, leaving Kurt stating outside in awe.
He saw a few people tending the flowers and then he looked to his right and saw people battling with swords. Kurt himself never fought in the wars between Lima and Dalton. He wanted to when he was younger, but his father wouldn't let him. After his first mother had died, he had given up on fighting, and focused on reading and drawing.
"That was fun!" He heard someone shout from below.
"Yeah, it was okay, but tomorrow, be prepared!" He heard someone else reply. Kurt watched now as the sun began to fall into the horizon, then disappearing. Just then a huge bell rang and he saw the people below leave, and walked towards the castle.
"Just in time. Your bath is ready Kurt. By the time you get out a nurse will be with you, and they will show you to the dining area. I'll make sure to save a seat by me." Thad bowed to him and then left.
Kurt closed and locked the balcony door and made his way towards the bath area. He striped out of his cloths and sat in the steaming water.
Honestly, he didn't know why he was taking things so lightly. He should be furious and sad, but maybe Sebastian- the King, was right. Maybe he needed to forget everything. But was it that simple? Kurt sunk deeper into the tub, and crossed his arms. Why did the King wink at me? Is he gay? Is there even such a thing as gay kings?
All these thoughts were rushing in Kurt's mind. He splashes water on his face, shaking his head. He washed himself good, twice, scrubbing hard, trying to get all the dirt off. After five minutes of scrubbing, Kurt stood out of the tub and dried himself off. He wasn't about to put on his old clothes, so he wrapped the towel around his waist and exited the room.
"You must be Kurt." A voice said, scaring Kurt. He nearly dropped his towel, but held on to it tightly. The guy that was there had brown hair and a blue and red blazer on.
"Yes... Um, are you the nurse?"
"Yeah. But call me Nick. I'll be showing you to the dining room, and I'll be giving you an official tour tomorrow." Nick patted a spot by him on the bed closes to the balcony door. "This is Sir Blaine's bed, but I doubt he will mind. Now come over here so I can stitch you up."
Kurt reluctantly came and sat next to Nick.
"Geez! Look at these bruises. And you have an open gash.. What happened?" Nick wiped at the open gash on Kurt's arm making him wince.
"You guys invaded out home and blew up some of the rooms. A wall crumpled on me when I was asleep an I got cut in the process." He said sourly.
"I'm sorry to here that Kurt." Nick grabbed a brown glass bottle and handed it to Kurt. "Here drink this. It will heal all your cuts and bruises by tomorrow. Trust me." Kurt took the bottle from his hand and chugged it down. He coughed and sputtered, standing up.
"Ew! Why- what.." He coughed more.
"Oh.. It might taste gross." Nick said, smiling.
"Thanks for telling me that after I drank that!"
"Oh, hush. Let's get you dressed. Um, we're going to have to find you something to wear for now on, but now you'll just have to wear some of Blaine's." Nick grabbed gray legging type pants and a green and yellow tunic. He placed it on the bed and looked over towards Kurt. "How's this?"
"It's fine. It's just that I'm not used to stuff like this.."
"What, nice clothing?"
"No, such a downgrade. I mean at my castle, our servants had better clothing that this. Not to be rude."
"Wait... What castle?" Nick crossed his arms.
"The Lima Castle. I was a Prince."