Taylor P.O.V.
"Miss. Taylor, King Brady has sent up some food," one of the staff said from outside my door.
"I'm not hungry!" I yelled through my pillow.
"Please Miss you haven't eaten all day," she begged.
"I said go away!" I demanded. There was shuffling and mumbling from outside the door and finally I heard it open. "I said go away," but when I turned around I saw Brady with the plate of food, not the staff. I recovered from my shock and hid back under the blanket. "What do you want," I mumbled.
"I want you to eat and stop drooling on the pillow," he replied with a small smile. I turned red but I'm happy that he couldn't see. Once I got rid of the blush I took the nearest pillow and chucked it at him. It missed his head by two feet and I cursed my bad aim. He laughed and put the tray down on the table next to him. "You need to eat." I was about to argue but my stomach growled instead. He laughed again and tossed my an apple. The minute I took a bite of it I couldn't believe how hungry I was. I finished the fruit in recorded time and drowned the whole glass of juice he brought me in under a second.
"Thanks," I whispered. Then we sat in awkward silence.
"Taylor you know how I feel about you?" He finally asked.
"Yeah apparently you could do better," I replied bitterly. He signed and started to walk over to the bed, "don't come near me." He didn't listen instead he sat right on the edge of the bed and faced me.
"You drive me crazy, you are stubborn, you eat like a pig-" he started.
"Where is this going?" I said.
"You're beautiful, funny, lovable, cute, strong, independent, and a handful but I could never do better because there is nothing better than you," he finished. I didn't know how to reply to that so I just looked at him with shock. Finally I found my words,
"You're lying!" Not the words I wanted to come out of my mouth, but once they did I couldn't take them back, "you know you could do better so why stay with me? Why don't you just go date a queen? or at least someone who knows what they are doing!" I sighed and continued my rant letting all my anger and frustration out. "The longer I stay, the longer I cause you more trouble. It pains me, and all I really want is one reason for me to stay." I looked down at my hands and waited for his opinion. When he didn't say anything I felt myself about to cry again,
"please," I whispered more to myself than him, "just on reason."
"The reason you shouldn't leave is because I love you!" He finally yelled.
"You...you love me?" I asked astonished.
"I love you Taylor and even though you think you're weak, that you think your only causing my trouble or that I could do better even though I can't even do better than you because I feel in love with you, and you are the best thing in the world." I looked into his eyes to see if he was lying but I didn't see any trace of it. I smiled and grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to me and kissed him. Everything I was afraid of and doubted dissolved into that kiss and much more.
I was woken up to a sunlight hitting my face. I had to squint my eyes at first but then I finally have up and just rolled over in my bed. I saw Brady sleeping next to me. I smiled and ran my hands through his hair. I decided to let him sleep a bit more so I got up and went into the bathroom to get ready. After I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and fixed my hair I walked out of the bathroom and downstairs to the throne room. "Good morning Taylor," Mason said, "where is king Brady?"
"He upstairs sleeping," I replied.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Mason offered.
"No thank you but would you mind if I looked at The Great Book?" I asked.
"I don't know..." Mason trailed off.
"It's okay I understand of you don't want me to look at it," I replied then gave a small smile, "I'm just really curios about this place."
"Well I don't see why not, seeing that you're the only person who will actually wants to read it," he said and I laughed. He went into the secret volt and pulled out this giant book. My eyes widened at the sight of the book, I don't even think I could life that. He placed it down on the table and left the room.
"Okay," I said to myself, "lets get reading."
In another room Brady was standing looking out at the view of the island.
"Hey Brady," someone said behind him. He turned and saw that it was Boz.
"Hi," Brady said.
"We never got a real chance to talk and stuff and I don't think we will ever with everything that is going on but I just want to give you this," Boz said as he held out the kings ring, "I figure you could use it better than I can." Brady looked at the ring in his hands then back up at Boz.
"Thanks man," he said with a kind smile. Brady then took the ring and put it in his pocket, because he knew exactly who to give it to and it wasn't himself. Boz smiled and turned to walk away but Brady called him back, "wait Boz."
"Yeah?" Boz sasked.
"You can keep the crown if you want? I don't have any use for it," Brady said. Boz's face lit up and he nodded his head in appreciation then left the room.