We are!
The first time I saw him I was twelve and he was ten. I didn't even spare him a second glance until there was a loud whining wail of "Wilhelm I really don't want to bother you, but my son is sick and I really need these clothes washed. Could you? It would really help" her voice was grating in my ears as she was asking the scrawny little boy to wash her raggedy clothes. Why bother? They would never be presentable anyway. The boy, Wilhelm apparently, looked as if he rather be anywhere else in the world but he didn't run screaming from the hag as a normal sane person should. As I snuck closer to the pair I heard him say "Of course I'll help you if I can. I just have to.. " He didn't get to finish the sentence due to the large basket of dirty rags was pushed in his arms. The hag walked away with a smug look on her ugly haggard face. Is it even allowed to be that ugly? For awhile the boy just stood there with the basket in his arms and a miserable look on his face. Just throw it away. what was wrong with the boy? Was the boy stupid or just brain-dead? He had however peaked my curiosity. Was he really going to do a favour for that hag? I would never do anything for someone so ugly. Eww.
It seemed the boy was actually was going to do it! He staggered along the road with the basket that was clearly too heavy for his weak little arms. Why would he take the trouble for a hag? Investigation time. I followed him from the hags rags to the a wench that absolutely needed to have help with fetching a pie, to an ugly old man whose ducks absolutely needed feeding and so on and so on. The boy was way to kind for his own being and way too naive to see the way these peasants took advantage of him. A good, kind, innocent boy. How amusing it would be to order him around I thought while my eyes followed him to his next pointless task. A plan was needed. It was a ridiculous easy plan. I went to one of the older servants and commanded him to go to my father, the king, and whisper in his ear that I needed a playmate. Someone to hold my attention and keep me out of trouble. That there was a boy around my age in the village that would suit me perfect. That maybe he would be a good influence on me.
I sniggered as the old fool accepted idea with a shout of joy. What a moron.
Eight years later
The mid-morning sun was trickling through the windows in an annoying manner and spread its sunshine over the bedroom of a grumpy prince. A naked grumpy prince. A naked grumpy and, in his own words, beautiful prince. His long blonde hair was spread over the pillow as half sat half laid on his bed. 'What's the use of mornings' he thought. He much preferred the gentle evening sun when darkness was approaching and nefarious plans was best executed. Still on his bed the prince thought about what boring day it was going to be. Unless.. He didn't get to finish the thought. A knock was heard from the door and was opened by a servant with too much mustache going on.
"His royal highness request your presence immediately" The little toad of a man said in a pompous voice. Ludwig made a disgusted face. He didn't want to think about that old fool so early in the morning, let alone see him. He was not in a good mood from the beginning and now it was downright sour. Here he was naked and beautiful in a large bed and the only company was a beady eyed little toad. Something was definitely wrong with the world.
"Get out" was all the prince could muster to say.
"Sir, the king is waiting"
"Well I'm naked and I'm not showing my glorious body to a toad" the toad-servant sputtered and his face started to flush.
"Jump along toad"
Ludwig said with a smirk. 'At least something was still amusing in this wretched old castle' he thought while watching toad-servant hurry through the door huffing about young perverts.
"Wilhelm! fetch me my clothes"
Now, where was his servant? Wilhelm still after all this time had the bad habit of stopping and helping people just because. Through the bedroom door came the summoned young man with a neat pile of clothes in his arms. His dark hair hung freely down his back and he looked slightly ruffled. He had a small smile on his lips. The cook had baked his favorite breakfast rolls today and the pies he had picked apples for was being prepared for supper.
"Good morning Lui-sama, shall I bring breakfast?" he asked while placing the clothes on the foot of the bed.
"If I wanted food I would have said that" was the only reply from the prince. He looked over his servant and noticed the pair of pants he today sported. The pants did a good job showing the world what a cute ass he had. Clinging the perfect amount to the twin globes and looking quite skin tight. Feeling rather possesiv this morning the prince thought 'My servant = my ass' nodding to himself 'I don't feel like sharing today'
"Wilhelm, your pants are ugly. change them."
"Lui-sama why should I.. of course Lui-sama!"
Ludwig still glaring at the younger man added.
"Take something baggy"
The confused brunette gave a last glance at the man sitting on the bed before disappearing out the door. 'what's wrong with my pants?' he thought looking down at them. What confused him more was that it was the prince that made him wear those pants from the beginning. He also knew there was no arguing with the prince. With a sigh he made his way to change the damned pants.
...
The room was quite lovely, high windows that allowed sunshine to freely light up the airy room and furnished fit for royalty. The only thing not pleasant in the room was the angry king that paced angrily back and forth ranting about his brainless idiotic son. The said son paid him no mind as he stood by the window looking at the view.
"Are you even listening to me!?" The king shouted in Ludwigs direction.
"It's too early to listen to a wrinkly old mans ramble"
"Wrinkly old man!? Address me as king! And don't change the subject!" the king was vibrating of anger.
"Another one of you courted ladys are missing!"
"Oh I wouldn't say missing. She's not gone. You see it's just that she is more beautiful dead than alive. Why let beauty go to waste?" The prince said with a wistful smile. The angry roar from the king could be heard through the castle.
...
The bags were packed and ready in the hall. The king was huffing and puffing and the prince looked with slight disbelief at the whole scenario. He, get a wife? The thought was absurd. Why would he settle down with one woman? a woman who with no doubt would expect to be the only woman in his life. He shuddered at the thought. Spotting Wilhelm standing looking dumb by the luggage now sporting baggy pants that looked awful. He really needed new pants. Although this was an opportunity to leave the castle behind and avoiding the old fool for awhile.
"You will not return without a bride!" the old fool was still at it. He had worked himself up to a steaming rage. At this point he didn't even notice the prince grabbing his servant and making a run for it.
"Prepare the horses Wil! we are going"
"Ehh! me too?! Why do I have to go?"
"Shut up my humble servant!"