Prologue

A/N: Rawr! Royal Dragon here! Sorry this is short but this is the prologue or first chapter or whatever to King Of My Heart! So welcome, welcome! I've been working on this for a few months and so far I've hated everything I started. This I like so far so bear with me and let me know if you'd like me to continue this or not. But as for now here's a teaser I suppose until I can work on some more. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own them all! I snuck into… Mmmph!
Axel: She lies! She owns nothing but the plot just ignore Royal!

Royal: You never let me have my fun! But sadly Axel's right I own nothing but the plot!

Do you remember the day you bought me? I do, I remember the sun was shining brightly and it was hitting my eyes so that I felt blinded for a moment. I was stripped of my dignity; I had rope binding my wrists and chains on my feet. My once flaming red hair was dirty and pulled back in a ponytail. Men had been prodding me all day as if I were cattle. I may as well have been. Father sold me because he knew I'd fetch a good price. I didn't blame him we were poor; my master the one that was selling me now was cruel. He beat me and always brought me back whenever I tried to run away. But do you remember that it was your first time at Market; you came with your mother and father the King and Queen. You were but three at the time, remember how you pointed me out?

"He's the one! I want him!" You marched right up to me and tugged on my pants leg, "Mister come home with me… please? My brother has a friend and there always playing and I'm lonely so come home with me! Momma can sing real good if you come home with me I'll sing for you like she does for Papa." I fell in love with you right then. I knew if you wanted me to bring you the moon I would have found a way.

You had that circlet on your head that was to big but you were growing into it. It had the most precious of jewels etched into it. Your robe was barely hanging off of your narrow shoulders and your feet were bare that day as were mine. I have scars where you have sun kissed skin and golden hair, the bluest of eyes. Your voice, it was the most enchanting thing I had ever heard.

Do you still remember the day your mother died? Of course you do, you were only six I had just turned thirteen. You stood there at the pyre as the body was wrapped and burned; you shed not one tear until we were all alone. The King wasn't seen for weeks with his lover an old friend of his that he had fallen in love with before he was betrothed to the Queen. You stopped talking that day, and you haven't talked since. You go to voice lessons all the time with the scholar that lives down the hall from you. Do you talk to him? I'm envious if you do. Do you sing for him? Do you tell him all the things you used to tell me? Are you close with him as you once were with me? Do you sleep in the same bed with him as you once did with me? If you do, does he hold you as you cry silently to him because you dreamed that your mother was still alive? You did that with me… or you still would if I hadn't left you.

I miss your voice though, I think of it often how you used to sing to me.

How your mother would come and sing to just the two of us as I held you in my arms. You used to talk of love, love that you had for me. Do you remember what you said when your mother got sick? How you stamped your foot and commanded me that I must never leave you.

They have bound me here all this time, I'm just your servant and you're my master the Prince of this palace. This love I have for you… it is not right it is shameful. No one thought anything of the King marrying his best friend, that's because he is also of noble birth. I am not. I am a servant; you are a Prince we come from different worlds. My life is meaningless compared to yours.

My former master was not kind to me as you are. I shouldn't be so greedy; I shouldn't have fallen in love with you. But you saved me from a life of pain, I should be happy with that but yet I'm not satisfied. I want to hold you in my arms as your brother does his best friend.

I want to be able to embrace you as they do in public. I want to kiss you… but I've forgotten that's what has been driving me away. It's almost your birthday you'll be sixteen in two weeks and the gift you want… a kiss… from me.

Do you know that you are the one who drove me away? This should be your fault, not mine… you should be crying every night that I don't hold you. Yet you probably don't I'm the one who cries every night of your absence. I'm the one who misses your voice, your touch, and your silent cries.

I miss your face and those beautiful eyes that once used to shine brilliantly have dulled since I moved out of your room. Why is that? You're not taking care of yourself, your losing weight. You're so small anyway you shouldn't be losing any of it. Does your brother and his fiancée do they comfort you now instead of me?

I'm sorry I'm keeping my distance but it's because of this shameful love that I must stay as far away as I can. Even now as I'm standing outside in the maze of gardens I can see you standing outside on your balcony. You're looking for me. But I'm staying out of view because I know if you find me you'll come and look for me. I don't know if I'll be able to hold back though, I'm scared of myself.

Roxas… no… not Roxas, Master can you forgive me? I'm ten years older than you this love shouldn't be… I'm just a servant…

A/N: Well this is the end of the prologue or chapter 1… anywho! Let me know what you think! Reviews would be most welcome and if you have any suggestions of what you'd like to see from this story don't be afraid to leave it in a review or pm me! I love suggestions! So review guys and let me know what you think and if I should continue this or not.