Hi everyone! So this is the second story in the series of A king and his servant. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! If you have just started reading the series. I highly recommend that you read 'A king and his servant: Don't judge a book by it's cover.' First or you may find it hard to keep up with the story line. As with my other story I will set a warning. Warning: story contains BoyxBoy, swearing and bear in mind and ratings may be turned up at a later time. If you don't like boyxboy. Then don't read. Just like with the last story I will try updating on a daily basis. Enjoy!

James yawned as the sunlight cascaded onto his eyelids through the silk curtains of his room. "OH you cannot run and you cannot hide. Yeah you got to face it baby, things go bump in the night!" His alarm clocked played the song loudly so he could not ignore it. His bronze hand reached out as it smashed down onto the off button as his turquoise eyes blinked open slowly. He groaned as he turned his body on the bed. His leg and ankle were shooting waves of pain through him. "Stupid lame leg." He growled as he slowly slid it into the long mechanical stripped boot which rested next to his bed.

He winced as he reached down and pressed the long strips of metal against his leg and locked them in place. He ignored the sight of the ugly red and purple lumps which covered his foot or the hideous bright pink scar which stretched down from his leg. Long fresh surgery lines were covered across his foot from where scans and examinations had been preformed to try and help it. He hated the fact that it was hurt.

He hated the fact he couldn't walk.

And most of all. He hated this stupid brace!

As the metal curved set over his foot. He tried flexing it to see if he had regained some function. Of course he wouldn't move it much without agony shooting through his body because of it but that didn't stop his determination to try.

Of course though, he couldn't move it much. Just as he couldn't walk on it. He would mask his face as he walked so that the pain would betray it. His mother had taken him countless times to the hospital to try and see if it could be fixed but the idiot doctors couldn't even find something wrong with the damn thing! He yanked hard on the strap as it finished clamping around his leg. It started just before his toes and ended just beneath his knees. "James? Are you okay in there?" His mother called gently. "Do you need some help with the brace?"
"No it's fine." James reached up and ran a hand over his forehead.

Daenerys stood outside the door. She sighed as she rested her forehead against the hard wood. Her blond hair cascaded down her neck and across her shoulder. It was braided smartly and yet still shined. People often thought that it was dyed because it was that bright sometimes it almost seemed silver. Why can't James accept help... Because he takes after me. She grinned slightly to herself at that. James was her pride and joy, it hurt to see him have to struggle with this on a daily basis. It was almost impossible to remember the days when he would run out of his room in the morning and hug his mother before he ran to school. Those days when he used to be on the stage and dance... "Okay then." She turned and began to walk down the corridor of rooms. "Drogon!" She called out. "Rhaegal! Viserion! Come on! Wake up! You're going to be late for school!"

Three sets of groans filled the rooms. "Oh by the way, I've cooked bacon and sausage for breakfast."

Three loud sets of bangs hit the floor synchronised as they called out. "COMING!" They all yelled at the same time.

The three doors were flung open as three figures began to step out. The first boy to step out had pitch black hair and sparkling midnight eyes. His skin was slightly pale though he was strongly built in his torso as he took pride in his six pack. He was the eldest of the Daenerys' siblings. He wore a pair of black boxers and stretched as he lent against the wall. "James do you need any-"
"SHUT UP!" The voice screamed out from the room and Drogon flinched back at the angry snarl of his youngest brother. He had been awoken last night by the pained screaming. If it wasn't from his leg then it was from the nightmares. Why couldn't his little brother just get a break for once? "James come on! Let me in there and help you."
"Oh come on. You know how stubborn he is."

Drogon turned back to gaze at his younger brother. "Rhaegal that doesn't change the fact that he's family!" He snarled and watched the younger sibling pale slightly.

Rhegal like James had bronzed skin though he had dyed his natural hair to a deep crimson. His body was leaner and more athletically built for running. While Drogon spent his time in the gym. Rhaegal spent most the time on the running track. "Doesn't give him an excuse to shout at us!" He said loudly through the door.
"SHUT UP OR I'LL TELL MOTHER WHAT YOU WERE DOING BEHIND THE SPORTS STANDS YESTERDAY AFTER SCHOOL!"
"YOU LITTLE DICK! WHO TOLD YOU!"
"I READ YOUR FUCKING DIARY!"

A pause grew between Drogon and his younger brother as he raised an eyebrow. "You have a diary?" He grinned.
"It's a JOURNAL!" He slammed his fist on James' door and began to walk off but not before a feminine laugh filled the hallway.
"Yeah right!"

The final sibling stepped out their room as Viserion leant into her doorway. Like their mother and most of the kids she was an absolute beauty. Her golden hair wound down her back and was tied with a few flower accessories that she had bought. She wore a white blouse and denim jeans with black heels and somehow she still looked amazing. "YOU CAN'T TALK! YOURS IS JUST AS ENTERTAINING!"
"You... little..." All humour had slipped off her face and been replaced onto Rhaegal's as his deep sapphire eyes glinted. A tooth grin moved across his face.

But now Viserion was banging on the door as her cold eyes pierced through the wood. "JAMES OPEN THIS DOOR!" She and her brother spent most of their time in theatre class though James mainly stuck to the swimming team. "OPEN THIS DOOR OR I SWEAR I WILL COME IN THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS!? YOU LITTLE CR-"

Everyone became still silence became the master.

Drogon whispered quietly. "You two go to breakfast. Go on. I'll talk to him." The two siblings exchanged glances. It wasn't until Viserion whispered. "James I didn't mean it."
"Go. To. Hell." Came the quiet growl from James room. The two siblings walked away sadly.

Drogon sighed and pulled on a shirt as he knocked on the door. "James can I come in?"
"What ever."

Drogon took this as the closest 'Come on in dear brother' He would get off the brother.

James' room was painted an emerald and was humble though the decoration taste definitely was opposite than anything that Drogon would have chosen. When they had first moved into the house James had taken the smallest room. His siblings insisted that he drew the short straw but deep down James had always wanted the humblest room. It was a square room with four walls. As you walked into room the first thing you saw was the sheer expanse of bookshelves which took up the majority of one wall. A large white wardrobe was placed on the right followed by a few tables and draws of jeans and shorts. The boy had more than enough clothes to last for the next five years and half of it he hadn't even worn!

Drogon grinned slightly. His little brother: The Diva dragon was the nickname he liked to call him. His brother could sing and dance, he was so amazing. Those very rare moments when James' leg hadn't become so bad. He used to be able to dance so amazingly. People would awe at the way he used to be able to move.

But then he had his accident the leg.

Drogon pulled out the white chair which was in front of a table and mirror where James liked to get himself ready in the morning. Drogon just watched his brother slowly struggle to his feet. The brace slowly creaked as he moved his leg forward slowly. The movement seemed agonising just by looking at it. "Where are Viserion's and Rhaegal's diaries?"
"I don't have them." James growled as he opened the glass doors on the final wall to the balcony and let the fresh air fill the room. The balcony had a railing of black iron which had roses wrapped around them.
"You really grew those roses well." Drogon smiled and for a second James stared out at the balcony giving a faint smile. Drogon noticed the barriers were slowly coming down between them.

James slowly got his leg into some tight leather jeans but then paused as he looked down as his socks and shoes. "Here." Drogon knelt in front of him and gently easy the boy's foot into the shoe before tying the laces enough that so they weren't lose enough to fall off but tight enough that they provided some support. "Thanks." James muttered quietly. "Just... please don't tell the others you had to help me... Please?" He whispered.
"Don't worry." The eldest brother smiled. "So I heard that you and Joffrey went to the cinema the other day?" James blushed incredulously.
"Joffrey and me are just best friends that's all." James slowly pulled on a tight collar white shirt and pulled a emerald hooded jacket on over it. He ran his hand a couple of times through his locks of hair and smiled approvingly to the mirror when he saw the finished image. "Besides Joffrey is all excited cause apparently a new boy is joining school tomorrow... why someone would join school on the last week of term I will never understand."
"Just play nice okay Dragon warrior."
"What did you just say?"

James turned his head sharply and stared at his older brother as though the sky had just dropped. "James?" The youngest brother paled slightly before shaking his head.
"It doesn't matter... Yeah... I'll play nice. Don't worry." James muttered. Drogon wrapped an arm around his brother's torso and began to help him to the staircase. "I'm horrible to you... and you still help me?"
"I'm your brother." He shrugged. "And I love you." He kissed James' forehead making the smaller boy smile slightly as they stood at the edge of the stairs. "Okay... One at a time. If you need-" James shot him a look before Drogon corrected himself. " someone to distract the others. Just let me know okay?"
"Okay." James whispered and nodded thankfully before Drogon slid down the stair bar. "Show off!" He called after him and the eldest brother grinned before walking down into the kitchen.

Daenerys smiled and kissed her son's cheek. "Thanks for helping him." She whispered and set a plate down on the black marble island in the middle of the kitchen. The two other siblings were already tucking into their food. "Diaries." Both said and held out hands expectantly.
"You both must not have wrote in them recently because he didn't have them... so funny thing that you both lashed out at him." Drogon glared pointedly at his sister who paused. A silent understanding passed between them that he wouldn't tell their mother what she had been about to say but she really had to work hard to make it up to him.

From the corner of his eye Drogon noticed his brother struggling on the stairs and gave a curt nod to his mother who casually walked over to the windows. "You know the bad things about diaries? They keep things in the dark." She said in a spooky tone before Daenerys slowly lifted the blinds in the expensive kitchen and the two younger siblings made a dramatic hissing sound as they slowly sank from their stools. "AGHH SUNLIGHT! OH WHAT A WORLD!" Their mother laughed but watched with serious eyes as Drogon bolted over to the stairs and carried James down the last steps. "Okay you two. Come on. Get going you're going to be late."
"Can't we go with James?"
"He's staying here today." His mother stated and James' eyes widened.
"What! Because sleeping beauty over there had a nightmare he's not going to school!?" Rhaegal exclaimed.
"Shut up!" Drogon snarled and the two objecting siblings who fell into obeying silence quickly. Drogon watched as James slowly limped away deliberately into the living room. "James come on. Don't listen to them!" Drogon chased after his brother as their mother frowned at her other two children.
"If you want to call us we will be at the pool later then we're stopping by the hospital because your brother has to go for more scans. I'm sure he wishes he was going to school instead of having to be examined more by doctors. You both will apologise to him later. Understand?"

Both nodded before standing up and leaving out the front. "Drogon you got to go!" Daenerys called as she came back through to see James and the eldest brother sat on the staircase. She paused as she listened quietly. "James it will all get better one day. I promise! Maybe one day you will even be able to dance again-"
"Don't bull shit me." He growled.
"How about I come to the pool later. I want to show you something I've been looking up in the library."
"Fine." James sighed.
"Do I get anything?"
"You're the best brother ever." James couldn't help but give a smile as he kissed his brother's forehead and hugged him. "Now get going before you're late."
"Fine. Call me when you get out of your scan okay?" He ruffled James' hair and slowly jogged out the door, scooping his bag up and placing a skateboard down as he took off down the street.

Daenerys came and took a seat next to her son on the stairs. "You know your siblings love you, right? Drogon worships the ground you walk on. He would do anything to protect you."
"Let it go Mom." James sighed. "I get it. I keep them up most of the night because of the screaming of course they're going to be angry at me." He shrugged. "What time did you want to leave for Hydro?"
"We'll leave in a couple of hours. Get some rest. I booked the day off so that I could-" James frowned slightly. Her son was really opposed to someone helping him... that stubborn streak was definitely his personality weakness... but unfortunately. So was she. "So that I could look after you. Now. We're going to sit in the living room. You're going to rest your leg and I'm going to get my laptop so I can work on my designs and send them into my manager." She stood and slowly began to walk up the stairs. "Margaery is really cracking the whip lately at the buisness... I can't understand why. It's like she woke up and realized just how much she didn't like us all." James frowned slightly but said nothing as his mother chuckled.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Oh damn it... James can you get the door please?"
"Sure." James slowly limped forward and took hold of the golden door handle. It was probably Joffrey just asking if he was going to school or not.

But as he flung open the door he felt himself almost freeze as he gazed at the figure in front of him. Don't blush. Don't fucking blush! His thoughts screamed as he raised an eyebrow and instantly masked his face.

The boy in front of him looked about sixteen, same age as him... though sometimes James would admit that he felt a lot older than he felt. The boy was a head taller than him. His wavy brown hair was curved over to the right though it was slightly a curly mess... it was such a rich brown that James resisted every urge to reach out and run his hand through it and just play with the way it toned from light on the right to darker on the left. The boy was wearing a button up turquoise shirt but James could still slightly make out the sight of abs through the material. He wore skinny jeans and converse trainers... if this guy wasn't a super model then James was the son of a dragon.

The boy smiled at him. "Uh hey. I just moved in next door. I'm sorry, I know you're probably off to school about now but I thought I'd come and say hello." His mouth... James couldn't move his gaze away from it. Something in him yearned painfully to move forward and lock his own with it. James said something unintelligible like "Oh okay." But it came out more like: "UH oohhhh-kayyyy." He winced slightly. Man... this was becoming more painful than his leg.

The boy chuckled softly and just smiled even softer. "You have a name handsome?" He grinned but now James' mask cracked as his face turned bright red.
"My name is James and don't worry. You haven't got to rush..." He turned even brighter when he realized how this sound. "I mean... I mean don't worry cause I'm not in school today-"
"James honey? Who is at the door?"
"The new neighbour!" He called back.
"Well invite him in! Ask him if he wants breakfast."

James just smiled as he hobbled to the side. The boy didn't draw his eyes to this strange movement but James just indicated for him to come through. "Your name is James?"
"Yeah... What about it?" He raised an eyebrow but the boy just shrugged.
"Nothing. It's a nice name is all."
"Oh.. Thanks. Would you like some breakfast? I was just about to sit down and eat mine."
"Breakfast sounds nice." The boy smiled and James limped slowly hiding his wincing as he walked back into the kitchen. His footsteps bounced off the walls.

But as he stepped his right foot down his eyes widened fearfully as a creak of metal echoed around him. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! His thoughts roared at the brace. I'm yelling at an inanimate object... I'm losing it. He shook his head and sighed slightly. The boy hid a questioning gaze behind his eyes but said nothing as he took a seat on one of the stools.

James tore his sandwich in half and held it out the larger half for the boy as he placed it on a plate. "I never asked. What's your name?" James wondered as he sat opposite the boy and lowered his head into his palm.
"Um... It's kind of embarrassing."
"I get called Dragon Diva... trust me, I won't laugh."
"Dragon Diva?"
"My older brother." James laughed softly. He almost yelped as in the reflection of the marble he noticed dark circles around his eyes. "Do you have any older siblings?" James wondered as he gazed back at the boy.
"Just a sister but she's already left for college... and my name is Jojen. Jojen Reed."

James raised an eyebrow. "It's... a nice name. I'm James, Fenice, Draco Targaryen." Both grinned slightly.
"Wow that's a mouth full. But... I kind of like it." He smiled.

Then he asked what James had been dreading all along.

He placed his sandwich down after taking a couple of grateful bites into it. "I heard there was some screaming last night... It sounded as though it was coming from here."
"Yeah... you get used to it after a while." He looked down ashamed. He knew Jojen knew that it was him who had screamed but he was grateful that the boy didn't push him for the answer.
"So how come you're not going to school?" He asked finishing the piece of shame that James knew he would have to answer. If he didn't answer it then the boy would just hear it from the wild lies and gossip about him at their school.
"I have to go to hospital... It's actually kind of why you didn't get any sleep last night." He moved his leg slowly and the long CREEK of metal groaned out.

Jojen's eyes widened slightly. "Is it-"
"It's not a fake leg. It's a brace... I had an accident a couple of years ago and now I can't walk much... or at all half the time." He didn't say it for the woe onto him factor. He said it for the fact that this boy who was cute, handsome and sexy didn't hear the bullshit gossip before he heard the truth. "Thanks." He said after a minute.
"For what?"
"For not saying: Oh how bad for you. It's nice not to hear that for a change."
"What would be the point for apologising for it? It happened. All that is important is how you feel with it afterwards." He's perfect. James thought whispered softly.
"James honey I got your shorts, now get in the living room and get that leg elevated!"
"MOM!" James snarled as Jojen blushed slightly.

Both boys slowly stood as they finished their breakfast and went back towards the living room at James' pace. James could tell that Jojen's curiosity was burning and bursting with questions about his accident.

This just made James respect him all the more that he held them back for James' sake.

The living room like the rest of the house was expensively decorated. Long fur couches were all aiming towards a 70 inch television which rested by the window. A old fashioned fire place was up against the cream coloured wall. "You guys like the colour white don't you... and fur?"
"My Mom and sister's idea." James whispered as he took a seat. Jojen followed him quickly.
"All the bookcases?" He looked around and James follow the gazed of long winding book shelves.
"Mine." He admitted as he reached up and pulled one down.
"James is your leg up!"
"I can't exactly do that right now!" He called back.

Jojen just shifted back into the seat. "Here." He tapped his hand on his leg. "If you need to."
"Are you sure?" James blushed slightly though he wasn't sure why.

In response Jojen as gently as possible lifted James leg across him and gently rubbed his thumb across the metal of the brace. "You don't have to feel awkward around me."
"Uh t-thanks." Both lounged back as the Television turned on. James flicked through a few channels before he put on 'Once upon a time.'
"What's this about?"
"It's about people from a fairy tale world are cursed and come into a modern day life." He rolled his eyes. "It's strange but kinda cool."
"Imagine if that ever happened?" Jojen chuckled softly.

Both boys laughed and locked eyes as they stared at each other for a moment.

Naturally James' mother chose that moment to walk in. "Oh...So you're the new neighbour?" She smiled. Her protective eyes instantly flickered to James who was laid back in the chair with his leg over the boy.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss." Her eyes watched carefully as James smiled fully looking at the boy... The boy was making him smile? It had been so long since she had seen a genuine smile from James... She held back a grin as a plan started forming in her head. "James that boy Joffrey called you again earlier asking if you were okay. I swear that boy loves you."
"MOM!" He exclaimed but Jojen just smiled and shrugged. James blushed brightly. "I'm gay and so is Joffrey but that doesn't mean we automatically like each other!"

He paused as he realised what he had just blurted out.

He slowly turned his head back to Jojen as his eyes were masking the fear that was behind them but Jojen was just smiling and suppressing a grin. "Um.. you're not... freaked out?"
"Don't worry." He chuckled. "I like guys too." Now James' smile reached it's peak. And so it begins. Daenerys thought with a soft smile.
"Don't call me Miss. Miss is so... formal. Call me Daenerys or Danny." She smiled. "Are you doing much this afternoon?"
"Well my parents are out so I was going to stick around by myself but-"
"Nonsense! We can go out for lunch and dinner... if you don't mind tagging along with us to a few... appointments with James that is."

James blushed even brighter... at least this would get truth out in the open. "Only if James is fine with it." Jojen smiled.
"Uh... Sure."
"Okay then." Jojen smiled up at James' mother. "Sounds like fun."