I know, I shouldn't be starting a new fic. Since my other two never get updated as it is. But I figured, what the hell, if my readers hate me already, I may as well give them good reason!
I own nothing, except the plot. You will find out the setting later on, this is just to get the idea to Tommy and Chuckie that they'll be house-mates.
Tomas Piquelz sat at his desk in the castle of Virdgrien, nervously staring at the message he'd received from his mother.
Tomas,
I will see you in your chambers tonight. We need to have a very serious talk.
Love,
Mother
He had no idea what it was about, but he knew it wasn't good. Just as he'd read the message for what felt like the hundredth time, his mother's soft knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in, Mother."
She peeked in, her flaming crimson locks drawing Tommy's attention away from her face momentarily. "How did you know it was me?" She attempted to ease into the conversation using humor, but Tommy wouldn't let her.
"What's this about, Mother?"
Didi's face fell and she cleared her throat. She then sat down on Tommy's bed, folding her hands in her lap.
"King Daile contacted me. He told me about your fight with Charles, a few days ago."
Tommy hung his head. He'd hoped the fighting with Chuckie wouldn't get back to his mother. His hopes were apparently in vain.
"I spoke with the king. He was in a similar spot, himself, around your age."
"Really?"
"Mhm. He and his brother Velken didn't get along at all, and they were sent off to a home by themselves. They became the best of friends, when their time was up. He suggests this for you and Charles.
"Excuse me?" Tommy wailed at his mother.
"You heard me," Didi said sternly, standing up, one hand on her hip. "You'll be living with Charles for a while."
"What! Why?" He hissed, flames shooting from his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, Tomas." She snapped, her limp hand popping up to scold him. He sobered. "Your constant fighting with Charles has caused distress for the king. He demands you and Charles to live in the south wing of the castle, alone."
"What will that help, Mother? And, how did you even know about the fights with Chuckie?"
"I usually have someone around making sure you don't get killed, they've told me about your fights with him. I was hoping the king wouldn't notice, but I was not so lucky. King Daile believes if you and Charles spend time together; save the attendance of servants, family, or others; that you will become friends. He is having his terms written, and he will send them to myself, and Charles's father tonight. When you, your father, and I talk it over, we will have a meeting with Charles and his family. I imagine that you will then move into the south wing with Charles."
Tommy was dumb-struck. His mouth was opening and closing as he searched for words to make. He couldn't find any.
"Tomas, close your mouth you look like a fish." Didi snickered.
"But I don't even like Chuckie!" Tommy held his hands out in defense. His mother snorted.
"I do believe that is why you are in the position you are in. Am I wrong?"
Tommy made a show of his sigh. "I guess you're not."
"Good," She walked to the chamber door. "King Daile should be sending his terms to my office soon. I will call you after I read them."
Tommy sat on his bed, huffing in depression. "Okay Mother."
Didi walked over to Tommy and smiled, cupping his face in her hands. "I know it sounds horrible, but I agree with the king. You might find a great friend in Charles." With nothing else to say, she opened the chamber door and walked out, sending a fleeting smile to her son.
"Somehow, I doubt that." Tommy said to the closed door.
It didn't answer.
Kind of a short beginning, but the original was the length of four medium chapters, or two long ones, and I didn't want to put anyone off with the length.
Review? Tell me how to improve. -throws confetti, smiles-
I'd also I like to hear your pronunciations of my fic'd up names!