Hey Y'all sorry about the lack of updates. this is my secondary story which i was hesitant to post as it wouldn't receive as much attention as my other story, You'll Be Mine. I was able to finish writing this chapter in physics.
Any spelling mistakes are mine as this is unbetad.
Also I would like to dedicate this chapter to a guest reader who left a comment on the 2 of January 2021.
Within the next few days, the castle was shut down around Adrien, who had no idea why and no one would tell him. He watched sadly as Plagg was moved to the room down the hall, saw his older brother give a half smile before some look of pain crossed his face and he closed the door.
At first Adrien thought that Plagg was in major trouble, but over a month had passed and he hadn't seen his brother out of his room. When he asked his parents, they simply told him that his brother was going through things that he was too young to understand.
With all of Adrien's free time that he used to spend with Plagg, he would try ways to get his now absent older brother out of his room. He would sing, tell jokes, be loud, be annoying. None of his tactics seemed to be working, except when he left Camenbert on the floor outside his room, the next morning the cheese was gone.
Eventually his father noticed, and made him take extra lessons in an effort to use all his time. As the years passed, Adrien became an excellent fencer, pianist, and could speak in a few of the neighboring kingdom's languages. One of the lords in the castle has a son who wishes to become an artist, thus finding Adrien with lots of free time meant that the prince would be the perfect muse.
Yet Adrien still sat outside Plagg's room, talking to the closed door about what happened during his day. He would just talk hoping to earn some sort of reaction to his words. He would end his one sided conversation by saying "see you tomorrow," even though they both know that he won't.
Plagg listened to every one of Adrien's conversations, mumbling answers underneath his breath. He hated not being able to see his brother anymore, but it was for his own safety.
Two years since he locked himself away in his lonely room, his father came up with the idea of gloves to help him control the power, which Plagg thought would solve his problem. He was giving the solution a month before he would allow himself to interact with Adrien again. However the day leading up to when he was going to see his brother, his excitement got the better of him, a wave of destruction spawned from his bed, making a circle around it where he wouldn't let anyone near. As his fear grew, so did his powers, becoming stronger than ever.
However this did not mean that Plagg would tolerate some of his fathers more grueling ways of distraction for Adrien. He had discovered that for some of the portrait sittings that Adrien had to do, their father would force him into strict diets, unknown to their mother of course. Emilie was too caring to allow that to happen.
The Queen never found out why Gabriel stopped entering Plagg's room, never noticed the slight amount of fear whenever he passed it either. She barely noticed Adrien slowly getting thinner and grimmer as the years passed, but not because she didn't care, no you see that's the problem, she cared too much.
All the emotions that went with raising a child were draining on her even before they discovered that Plagg had powers, the worries for his safety, how he was to be entertained while she handled her royal duties, his future. After the powers though, Emilie grew scared, for she didn't know how to raise a magic child, especially one that could cause so much chaos.
So Emilie grew ever more distant as time went on. She became so wrapped up in her emotions, that she became a walking shell, no one knew what would accidentally send the queen into a fit of sadness, her mood swings shook everyone.
But she never lost her composure with Plagg. She cared too much to let her struggling eldest witness her break downs. She was the strong shoulder for him to lean on, the rock in his storm. And Adrien knew this, he knew the role that his mother played in his brother's life. So when he recounted his day he never told Plagg about his mothers breakdowns, the yelling, the crying, and sometimes the hits he endured in those moments. As long as Plagg had someone to help him through whatever he was going through, Adrien would let it happen.
Midway through Adriens 16 year, his parents informed him that they were going to visit Queen Emilie's mother while she was ill. Adrien had begged to be allowed to go yet he was denied, the king not wanting his son to be out in the world just yet. He had recognized that the forced Isolation in the palace for Adrien meant that the young Prince wasn't developing the socialization skills that were necessary in politics or visiting family, something he planned to correct when he returned from their trip.
The day of their departure Adrien had given both his parents a hug that far outlasted his father's desire for physical touch, but he didn't care. Even though he wasn't going to be on the trip he was excited for his parents to be able to go.
Plagg was out of his room for the first time in what felt like forever to say goodbye to their parents but Adrien was not allowed near him for some reason. So he watched through the top of the stair as his older brother talked to his parents, shying away from his mothers touch as though the thought of it would pain him.
Keeping the thought in mind for later Adrien raced to one of the higher windows in the palace to watch as the ship left the harbor. The young blonde watched as the boat shrank, until it was no longer visible on the horizon.
"Come now Adrien, you must continue your studies." Natalie called him away from the window.
It was a long few months without their parents, a time where Adrien felt more lonely than ever. No one in the castle had children present for him to play with, and Natalie rarely gave him any free time, constantly bustling him about the castle as he attended his studies and lessons, paintings and lonely meals.
The few free moments he did get, he was almost rebellious. Riding through the hallways on bikes, climbing trees in the gardens, hiding in the castle to where the guards would be called in to search for him. These brief moments cause him some joy, bringing some happiness into his life as there was none.
At night, he would sneak to the kitchens, and steal a slice of camembert, before returning upstairs. Setting the camembert down in front of Plagg's room, he would begin to tell his brother of his day, no matter how mundane the details. He never received an answer, but when he returned in the morning, the camembert was always gone.
When word spread through the watchers that their parents' ship had returned, Adrien raced back to the high window, bouncing with barely contained joy at the thought of being with his parents, the thought of not being so alone in the castle.
When the ship had landed, the people were gathered in the square celebrating, Adrien had just seen his father walk off the ship before he was zooming down the stairs to the castle door, waiting to greet his parents with open arms, as he ran, he vaguely heard the sound of a horn blowing, the deep sound resonating through the palace.
"Mother! Father!" He yelled from the top of the stair case. The doors had barely opened when he felt strong arms around him, pulling him back and behind a wall. He struggled for a moment, wanting to run to his parents arms before a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Adrien, stop, please, you need to stop." He hadn't heard this voice in years, yet there was no mistaking his brother's voice. Plagg was wearing gloves, black ones on his hands with green stitching, something Adrien would've found odd if he was paying attention.
"What- Plagg? Why?"
"Did you hear the horn?"
"Well yeah I heard it, it was just announcing their return."
Deep green eyes clouded with sadness, his grip on his little brother growing stronger. "No, that's not what it means. It means," taking a deep breath wondering why on earth he had to be the one to explain this, "It means that Mother is gone." he finished in a barely audible whisper.
Adrien looked at him in disbelief. That couldn't be right, Mother couldn't be gone. "No. She's right there with Father."
"Adrien, wait-"
"No!" He struggled out of Plagg's arms, arms he used to fight to be wrapped in, and ran to the balcony.
There in the hallway was his father, crying into Guerilla's arms, the first time that Adrien had ever seen his father cry. His normally immacalculate hair was a mess.
Adrien dropped to his knees, hands sliding lifelessly down the balcony. "No." his broken voice mumbled.
He didn't register Plagg's arms around him, not as they began rocking him back in forth, not as they held him while his world shattered. He didn't register that his father had found them and rushed to join them. He didn't register that the entire family was crying on the entrance hall balcony for hours.
He didn't register the next couple of weeks, with the castle bustling but seemingly through syrup, the black curtains and colors as they adorned the hallways. He didn't register as his father tugged him along through the morning dew up the hill. Didn't register the words of the minister as he blessed his mother and her passing, as he stood in the shadow of her stone.
He didn't register when that night, Plagg had left his room. Didn't register when the older boy wrapped his arms around his own lax body. Didn't register the whispered words of comfort before he disappeared again, behind the closed door.
He didn't register any of this until he found himself sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at the wall of his room.
Alone.
So I don't know when I will be updating this story again but right now I have a creative writing assignment due for school that I need to finish, so it probably won't be updated till after that.
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