I feel as if I'm letting you down in this chapter. I'm sorry! Flame if you want. I know I may have rushed.
Kenny awoke in the early hours of the morning, dry blood caked on the floor, what remains he had of his shirt, rubbed against his cuts, Kenny bit back a sob of agony, his face distorted in pain, no longer in his dreamy state. He was now wide awake, picking his body up off the ground, gingerly taking off his shirt, the cuts stretched as his body moved, making him utter profanities, as he walked to his room. He ran his hands through his already messy blonde hair, looking out the window. The sky, a midnight blue, growing lighter, as day light was soon to come. The light blue reminded Kenny of Stan's eyes, how deep they were, expressing concern for him. Treating him like a human, instead of the slave of which he was. He smiled, he would see the Prince again at the Sunday breakfast, he was pleased with that. An idea popped up in his mind. Maybe he can get away, before Eric woke. Maybe he can go by the river. And throw stones like he used too. Yes! That's exactly what he would do. Throwing on a shirt, He opened the glass window, the cool morning air swept through his body. Making him shiver, he jumped down, and landed on a squatting position, his hand hitting the dew covered grass. Kenny sprinted to the river. Jumping on the rocks, balancing himself, as he picked up a stone. Winding up, he released. The stone skipped against the calm river, splashes disturbing the fish, scaring them away, until it sank to the bottom. He grabbed a bigger stone, with a flick of his wrist, it went further out. Hearing the snapping of a twig behind him made him freeze. He looked back, seeing someone in the shadows. He jumped down from the rock he stood on, and crept toward the noise, seeing nothing made Kenny tilt his head in confusion. And return to his place, a hand on his shoulder made him scream out, spinning around he came face to face with...
"Prince Stanley? What are you doing out here, it's barely morrows wake," Kenny said in shock.
"I couldn't sleep, I come out here to think sometimes. I thought I saw you in the distance throwing stones. I stepped closer and saw you in the clearing. I didn't mean to scare you" Replied the raven haired teen.
"Not at all. I was just leaving." commented the blonde, skirting around Stan, but Stan quick on his reflexes grabbed the other boys hand. Kenny looked back, confused.
"Don't go, sit with me for a while, I enjoy your company" Kenny blushed and followed him.
"What brings you out?" Stan asked.
"I felt bored, I always used to skip stones when I was younger. I haven't done it in ages. With working for Eric and all, it kind of gets hard to do your normal activities, I'm sure you'd understand."
"Indeed, I never have time to relax, yesterday was the first time in a year I relaxed in the presence of someone who wasn't my father, mother, or wedding planner. Sometimes I don't even feel human, like I'm outside of my body, watching myself. And not knowing what to do, the pressure of marriage, being a king. I can't do it, I really don't want too. It's not glorious, It's rough, the weight of the world is on my shoulders. And no one cares" Stan said, Kenny felt sorry for him. He didn't know what to say. So he nodded his head.
"But enough about me, why were you throwing stones?" asked the prince.
"Skipping, you mean? It's kind of relaxing. The splashes the stones make. It's calming."
"Do you mind showing me?" Kenny smiled.
"Sure, jump up on the rock." He said, holding out his hand for the prince to take, Stan skeptically took it. Stepping up, Kenny moved behind him. Handing him a stone. Stan wrapped his fingers around it.
"Put it against your chest, bend your arm in" Kenny said gently. Stan did so.
"Flick your wrist outward, snap it" Stan sent the stone flying into the air. Blushing deeply. Kenny laughed genuinely. Putting another stone in the princes hand. Kenny put his hands on Stan's hips, steadying him, he rested his head on the taller teens shoulder. Stan shut his eyes, hearing only Kenny's voice, so quiet, it sounded like the wind. He did as the boy requested. He opened his eyes, the stone splashed against the water. A victorious look in his eyes.
"I-I did it Kenny! I did it!" Kenny smiled.
"I know, great job" Kenny said hooking his arms around the boys slim waist, pulling him closer. Stan leaned into him. The blonde glanced at him, putting his head against the princes neck. Stan smiled softly. And put his nose in the boys blonde locks.
"Kenny..." Stan whispered. Pulling the boy against him, Kenny hugged him tightly.
"I need to go, I'll see you at the breakfast, I'm sorry!" Kenny said untangling himself
"Alright, come find me" The prince whispered.
"As you wish, my prince." He whispered. Stan blushed, and smiled. Counting down the hours until he saw him again
Sunday Breakfast
The clock struck nine, Kenny dressed in a dark blue button up with black pants, his hair was still disheveled, but it didn't make him look bad, it made him look rather attractive. His well angled face bought many girls eyes to him. He smiled at them politely, most of them probably not knowing he was a commonor. His eyes scanned the busy church hall. He watched the pianist playing a harmony he grew up hearing as a child. It reminded him of his father. But only his father knew the words. Sighing, the boy looked away. A rather glazed look. He walked around the tables filled with food. Not really hungry, he sat down against the bench. Deep in thought. He closed his eyes, seeing nothing but a vision of a raven haired boy, kissing him softly, the prince, Kenny's eyes snapped open. His heart raced, and his face burned. How could he of been so blind, how could he think of royalty, an engaged man kissing a male? A poor one at that? Why would he waste his time? Who would want him? Nobody, Eric was right. He was better off dead. He deserved being struck. He was disobedient. And he was completely oblivious, to the fact Eric Cartman brainwashed him. Getting up, he walked up the steps to the Ball room. Speaking softly.
"Of what a day, the day dedicated to our savior, a day of cleansing the sin from our hearts, in the eyes of god. The day of purity. But I don't wish my sin away, loving someone should not be a sin. In gods eyes, man and woman, Adam and Eve. But in the kingdoms eye. Love is love, whether man or man, or woman and woman. Does god have a say? No! Only in death! If God denies me for whom I love, I deny his guidance, I may be poor, but the way my heart beats, the way my breathing hitches. The emotion I feel, is rich. Oh how I wish I knew. But he shall not want me, for he is with another. His eyes, makes my heart stop. His voice, my stomach twist. But him, Oh God almighty, if I may ask one thing, is for his heart to beat in harmony with mine. If I wish it, shall it be granted? I beg of you! My sweet prayer leaving my lips, all I'm asking you is to hear of it." Kenny said. A tear dropped down his cheek in sadness. Maybe God doesn't want to hear him, maybe he shall ignore it.
"That was beautiful." the voice that made his stomach twist and his heart stop.
"Prince Stanley, how much did you hear?"
"All. You speak beautifully, Kenneth. God shall answer you"
"If he does not?"
"Don't be negative. For you have to many positive attributes."
"Thank you, my prince."
"Why, thank me?" Asked the prince questioningly,
"Why shouldn't I? You're a man of strength. You speak from the heart and mind. Had you not forgotten the morning?"
"I have not, I never want too."
"Then please don't." Said Kenny stepping closer. Stan wrapped his arms around the blondes waist pulling him closer. Kenny wrapped his arms around the princes neck.
"You make me feel as if I'm normal, Kenneth, everything about you. Except, It's wrong of me, for I am not worthy of you, as anything."
"God hears of your lies and must laugh, for it is I, who should mean nothing."
"I speak truths, never a lie. If I am lying, God please strike me!" Stan cried
"I am a man of sin, I will bring you down. I am not good for you! I am a worthless swine, who deserves to die."
"Is that what you think?" the prince asked.
"It's what I know. Prince." Stan looked at the blonde before him, shocked.
"Then let me be worth nothing, and a sinner with you" Stan whispered, cupping the blondes cheek like a lover. Resting his forehead against him, Kenny's eyes watered, tears falling gently. Stan kissed him gently on the lips. Kenny pulling him further, pushing his body against him. Kissing back with as much intensity as he could. Stan licked his bottom lip, Kenny granting him access, they explored eachothers mouths. They pulled away breathless. Kenny's eyes opened in a dreamlike state. Stan breathed heavily.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." Stan whispered locking eyes with Kenny.
A secret seen, his eyes lusted with rage, a sadistic smirk on his lips. He seethed in anger. Eric Cartman knew of no restraint. After all, Kenny belonged to him, and he'd make the prince, soon realize.