"The Pianist"

~Chapter Fourteen~

He feels his hands on his bare stomach, his lips press firmly against hers as their tongue finish the dancing they were doing prior to this. He doesn't know where they are, what part of the castle they are in...but he knows that it matters not, not when he's in the most wonderful place that is the most welcoming. With her fingers running through his hair that was tied back, his waist coat was buttoned; his tunic strings tied...and then things got heavy. Heated. Loving. Her fingers drawing circles on his stomach as they climb up on his stomach under his tunic, he moans and pushes her against the wall; feeling the smooth roughness of the bricks as he blocks her between him and it. Not that she'd runaway from this, he thinks. "Mmm..." she moans, he slides his kisses from her mouth and down her throat; nipping at the soft and tender flesh that awaits his teeth. The trail of burning flames that follow after...

Knock. Knock. He can stay like this for ever...

"Master Troy!" knock. Knock. "Your mother craves a word with you!" groaning, Troy lifts his head; a delectible dream and he has to be woken from it?! Why?! The servant knocks again, he lays his head on the pillow again- he had moved in his sleep, he is lying on his back with his arms out and his...southern apendage standing up like the knights in the hallway. Long, hard. Hmm...

"What is it?!" He yells, sitting up on his elbows; darkness still. He sighs, if his dream...if it were real he wished that were enough to make him see again. The door squeaks open, making Troy turn his head toward the huge door. The timid cough of the servant suggests that the poor sod is looking at his feet and not at him directly. "What does my mother want?"

"Uh..well, it is nearly supper-"

"Supper?" Holy hell, he slept for the day! He hadn't wanted to do that! "Why is it no-one woke me earlier!" He kicks off his blankets and throws his feet over the edge of the bed; running his fingers through his hair that stops at his shoulders. He hates his hair, its long and in the way all the time. The servant coughs.

"I'm sorry forgive me-"

"Whatever." Troy scoffs, feeling the floor with his feet for obstacles. The servant watches him, "would you like some help, young master?"

Troy sighs, "No I-" he stops before the words leave his mouth entirely. His mind drifting to the woman in his dreams. He knew it was Gabriella, he recognized her voice even in his dream state...he must impress her. He must. She is his 'friend' that he is bringing to Sharpay's ball...the servant- in a state of temporary shock stands where he is, until Troy clears his throat. "You said you wanted to help-"

"I just...you never-"

"Is Gabriella going to be at supper?" The servant watches him intently, as if a snake watching its prey.

"I haven't a clue...I haven't gone to get her yet; but your father says that her father will be joining us this evening."

"What?!" Troy barks, however he cools instantly after so it's more from shock that he raised voice. The servant clears his throat and walks to him, helping him by his elbow it's a good thing that he's already dressed and didn't strip down to nothing. As proud as Troy is and how he hardly asks for help from...anybody, the servant is shocked that he took him up on his offer. The servant takes a step back and clears his throat and folds his hands in front of him. "Isn't he not well-"

"Your father and the healer both agreed that he is-"

"And you couldn't ask them about Gab-"

"Wouldn't that not appropiate of me to ask of, sir?" Troy sighs, running his fingers through his hair again and then pinches the bridge of his nose. The servant takes a step toward him and grabs his shoulder and arm, gently guiding him to the door. The males are both silent; servant is still reeling in slight shock that the young master has accepted his help at all. It's not like the young prince at all to accept any help, he's always been...headstrong. Reeking of masculinity, whereas he himself admits to anyone who asks that he has more effeminate qualities that of a woman than a man, and enjoys...well, enjoys things that a woman would. Quite flamboyant.

"Thank you..." Troy says, grabbing on to the railing, "I can take it from here-"

"You know the dining room is on the left?"

"I listen for voices and sniff the air like a dog...I know." The servant nods, Troy see's his bobbing shadow; bless the witches, the shadows that he see's are becoming clearer, darker still, but clearer.

"Shall I go get Gabriella?" Why does Troy's stomach flip at her name? His cock harden at the very idea of feeling her under him? His mind whirling back to that dream he had been having before he was interrupted- "Sire?"

"Uhm," he coughs, shaking his head and grabbing tight on to the stair railing. "Y-yes...get her for dinner." The servant nods, once again Troy thanks the witches for letting the blindness lift to the point he can see only shadows. At least it's something...but there's the fear that it may go back to complete darkness. Nevermind that fact, that he may see shadows of people, but he cannot see shadows of objects. So...he must be careful when even walking down the stairs. Don't want a concussion now do we?

Such a short chapter, yes, and I'm deeply sorry that it's been awhile, but I have three personal novels that I'm working on...and I've been busy and all with my family. Again, I'm deeply sorry for not updating a longer chapter and also not updating sooner...

Please forgive me, and don't forget to REVIEW!

~Elena xx