A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with a new chapter of The Royals!

So last chapter was a sweet, yet very intense, chapter of The Royals! Ethan is awake, but he is kind of high on all the drugs, Tobias is angry, and so is Rory. Erica is a bit shady, and Jane is as mischievous as usual. And Ross is smack dab in the middle. And Samantha is still dead. AND BENNY IS STILL MISSING.

UNTIL NOW.

We are gonna see how things are on Benny's side, and where he is up to. I mean, we kind of have to. It's been, like, six chapters since we did. Jokes! And we meet the Evelyn we have all been talking about! Yay? Or 'AHHH!'? Jokes!

Shoutouts to...

123456789 vampire- Good questions, my friend! Good questions that will all be answered in maybe five or six chapters from now. It's hard to believe that this story is ending soon...sniff. I am sad just thinking of it. Nevertheless, good theories, and I guess you'll just have to find out soon ;)

MBAV fan66- Tobias does have some anger issues towards Ross. Probably because he knows where his boyfriend is *wink* What is Tobias? I dunno...normal? Or not? DUN DUN DUN! Jokes! And for all your questions to be answered, I guess you are gonna have to wait ;) Thanks for your review!

And with that, let's get on to what might be one of my favorite chapters so far! Probably because it is about Benny. That is probably the reason ;)

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P.S- This takes place between Chapter 12 and 13...I think. I mean, it would make a lot of sense.

The Royals: Chapter 14: The Spellmaster's Awakening

Benny's eyes blinked open slowly, his arms hurting, as with his chest. He felt as if he was asleep for hours, and he felt really sore. Where was he? Where was his horse? Or his things?

Benny realized he was so stupid that he left the Morgan Kingdom. Yeah, he was freaked out from the magic spark, but he should've been more aware and planned out the situation a bit more. He should've known he wasn't skilled enough to venture through the forests alone; he tried to avoid them often, only going there if he needed to go to the market quickly. Even so, he would take his familiar route. Why didn't he take that one instead...?

He looked around to where he was, and realized he was hung on a wall, wrists and ankles locked in shackles. He hated being stretched out like this; it was rather painful.

Benny saw that the small room was completely wooden; with bits of metal here and there for support. The tables were wooden, the walls and floors were wooden, and then some of them were cornered with shiny steel. Potions and vials littered around the room, and he squinted to see that there was sparkly liquid inside some of them. Benny gulped; he didn't want to know what was in there.

"You awake, Sleeping Beauty?" A voice echoed in his ear, making him jump a bit [well, more like try to jump, since he hardly couldn't move]. Benny looked up a bit and focused his mind on trying to think of who the person was.

An aged woman with old skin and stunning emerald eyes walked into the room, and she stared at him. She scrunched up her face in some thought as her grasp tightened around the wooden spoon she carried. She had short, silver hair, and she was small. She wore rags and a leather belt that wrapped around her waist, and to confirm his worries, he saw the end of a leather whip. It looked pretty new too.

And oddly painful.

"W-Who..." He started, but felt his throat ache. He didn't even realize how long he was asleep; his muscles were sore and his throat was scratchy and raw. The old woman walked slowly towards him as she cupped his cheeks with her small, wrinkled hands, having to stand on a stool just to reach the suspended spellmaster.

"Oh Benjamin," She said with a small smile, wiping a tear from her eye. "It has been so long since I've saw you last. Tell me, how have you been, being fed lies," She said, sneering a bit as she stepped off the wooden stool and looked up at him. Since Benny was on the wall, he had to look down to see him. He was pretty mad, or as mad as a guy on a wall could be.

"How do you know m-my name?" He asked, voice cracking. "W-Where am I? W-Who are you?" He said, squirming around as he tried to break free of the bindings that held him. The aged woman laughed tauntingly, checking her nails nonchalantly as she paced in front of Benny, making him jealous that she could actually walk.

"So many questions, eh boy?" She said, almost sounding like a pirate.

Benny didn't like pirates.

"At least tell me where I am and who you are." He begged, making the girl laugh.

"I like it when you beg." She said, licking her lips. Benny's eyes widened in horror.

"You are, like, double my age!" He exclaimed, mortified. He tried his best at tugging his arm to break free, but he wasn't strong enough. He kind of wished now was the time he would be able to perform whatever...magic he did before.

"I was just joking!" She protested, making Benny sigh in relief. "Gosh, you are as hard headed as your father." She said, making Benny growl. She ignored him, however, as she looked at him with a sly smile.

"I, dear boy, am Evelyn. You are in a place no one will ever find you." She laughed. "For now!" She cackled as Benny shuddered in fear.

"What are you?" He asked, looking at the potions and what not. Evelyn beamed at the subject as she proudly pointed to herself.

"I am an Earth Priestess, a type of sorcerer." She nicked Benny's chin with a dagger she pulled from her belt, making him wince as small drops of blood dripped from his chin. She ignored the pain he was in as she got a vial and let some of the blood drops soak in. She wiped his chin with a rag as she smiled a bit, looking at the emerald eyed boy.

"Just. Like. You." She said, each word its own sentence as Benny sneered, lunging as far as he could.

"Stop it!" He yelled. "I'm not like you! I AM NOT!" He roared, feeling sparks at the tip of his fingers. Evelyn smiled in victory as Benny silenced a bit, a single tear streaming from his eye. He sniffled; this was not part of the plan.

Evelyn, however, was not pitiful towards the brown haired boy.

"You are just like your father." She said with sneer. "Always a fighter, then always runs off to a corner and cries. I should know." She said with a chuckle, making Benny steam.

"Don't you dare say anything like that towards...the king." He said, not being able to say 'father' since the eruptions of the previous weeks. Evelyn just smiled as she looked at Benny with steely eyes.

"Oh please! Is that what that moron has been telling to you?" She snorted, making Benny frown. "What do you mean?" He questioned. Evelyn smiled.

"What is your middle name?" She asked.

"Weir." He responded. "Before you ask, my full name is Benjamin Weir Morgan, so I guess my middle name is Weir." Evelyn laughed.

"Oh please!" She exclaimed. "My last name is Weir." She giggled. "What creativity does your father have, anyway? Was he trying to help you figure out who you really are?" She added with a chuckle.

But Benny couldn't physically respond because mentally, he was freaking out. His breaths were shortened as he felt his knees go weak, but that was probably because he was bound on to a wall so tightly.

He was having trouble processing all the information. Was this girl related to him in any way? But it wasn't possible; he memorized the family tree when he was younger. There was no sign of Evelyn Weir. And when he used to spend time in the library, he never saw anything about Evelyn Weir. It was like she didn't exist.

"Didn't exist, eh?" She interrupted her thoughts, and Benny frowned.

"I didn't say anything out loud." Evelyn laughed as she held up a vial, filled with blood red liquid. It sparkled, but was half way empty. Evelyn smiled.

"When I collected blood from you, I simply brewed up a potion with the spell 'let me read the mind of the boy with this blood' or something like that. Then voila! I can read your mind. For now." She said with a wink.

Benny was panicking now; he tried his best to keep his thoughts blank. But it was merely impossible, because he had so many questions. Was Ethan okay? After the poisoning, he surely hoped he recovered as well as he did.

"What?!" Evelyn roared as she quickly exited the room and came back with some crystal ball. She rubbed it and a hazy image appeared in front of her eyes. She smashed it at the wall, making Benny wince as the heavy crystal ball collided with his stomach. He huffed as he was trying to breathe, feeling as if all the air was sucked out of him. It broke at contact, sending bits of glass shards flying, scraping Benny a bit. Blood trickled from Benny's forehead as he looked weakly at Evelyn.

"Really? Was that really necessary?" He yelled, making Evelyn look at him in fury, hand around the whip.

"I am way too mad to process right now, boy." She said. "You'll hate when I'm mad."

"At least tell me what happened!" He yelled again. Evelyn sighed.

"That...man, you call the soon to be prince," She started, then Benny interrupted. "That 'man' is my brother!" He exclaimed. Evelyn snorted. "As if! None of you are related! Not even Rory is related to you! Ethan is not your brother, Samantha is not your mother, and Ross is most certainly not your father. Because you see boy," She smiled a bit as she looked at him closely.

"I am your grandmother..." She smiled as she walked away from Benny, making Benny's eyes widened.

"H-How?" He sputtered. "I-I have been a Morgan all my life! I am royal blood!" Evelyn laugh.

"Didn't you hear?" She chuckled. "We are not of royal blood; we are all born the same." Benny couldn't believe it.

He wasn't a Morgan.

...he was nothing.

"Such shame, isn't it, grandson." She teased, making Benny growl. "At least tell me what happened to Ethan." He challenged. Evelyn nodded.

"I sent out the butler, the maid, the chef, even the doctor. Ethan was controlled to kill himself, but it never happened. The chef and the butler teamed up and managed to stab Ethan. He is still alive! The doctor overdosed him and your 'mother'" She used air quotations on that word, making Benny growl. "With drugs. HE IS NOT DEAD!" She roared. Benny's eyes widened in horror.

"M-Mother?" He stammered. Evelyn nodded, not really paying attention.

"Yeah. She's dead." She said with a shrug. Benny's jaw dropped. "Dead?!" He exclaimed. Evelyn smiled. "Long story short, she had it coming. That cheating asshole." She cursed, making Benny wince; what lies has he been living under?

"I know." She said with a smile. "You've been living under so many lies for the last seventeen years." She said with a grin, taking the whip and looking at Benny.

"But I'm mad." She said, looking at the boy with a smile. "And if I can't kill Ethan first, I might as well threaten to kill you."

Before Benny could respond, Evelyn slapped the fresh whip across Benny's leg, making him roar in pain, his back arching against the wall. Evelyn smiled as she saw blood trickling down his leg. She whipped him near his torso, and he cried out in agony.

After a few whips, she whispered a few words under her breath and smiled.

"Suffer." She whispered, sending a bolt of energy through Benny, and after an agonizing scream ripped out of his throat, he was knocked out, barely breathing as the pain was sent through his whole body.

...then there was nothing at all.

The blonde girl entered the house, which was a bit bigger than she remembered. Evelyn stood in the middle of the room, brewing up some potions casually and what not. When she saw her enter, she closed a book that laid beside her and saw the tears that ran down her servant's eyes. The young girl sniffled and broke down to gut-wrenching sobs. The elderly, a glimpse of happiness and mischief in her eyes, hugged the girl tightly.

"You were right, master," She wept into her shoulder. "He...he doesn't love me. He loves another. You were always right! Always!" She wailed. Evelyn smiled behind the hug.

"Oh dear," She said maliciously. "I am sorry."

She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at the unconscious boy that hung on the wall. He was barely snoozing, and his emerald eyes were shut closed. His head laid on his chest, and his chest rose up and down, to indicate that he was still alive, but to her, he very well looked like the dead. Dried blood soaked his tunic as dark circles rimmed his eyes.

"I am going to help you. Now I have a reason to." She said with determination.

The elder smiled; it was falling into place now.

She finally got her back on her side. (This was set in chapter 12...)

The blonde left after an hour, but returned hours later, with her suitcase and everything (Here's the setting in chapter 13).

"What are you doing back here?" Evelyn exclaimed, unknowingly awakening the weak Benny. He looked up to see who he never thought he'd see again. He was utterly amazed, shocked, and kind of betrayed.

Erica.

What the hell is she doing here? He thought to himself, closing his eyes a bit as he listened to the conversation they were having, his muscles aching; being bound to the wall was completely uncomfortable.

"...He is figuring it out, master." Erica explained. Benny frowned; master? Was Erica working for Evelyn?

"How is that?" Evelyn questioned, rather calmly for the tempered woman she is. Erica sighed.

"He told me to tell you...that it's over. He threatened to steal everything from you, like you did with him. He said he was crumbling anyway, that he had nothing to lose. He...he kicked me out." She said with a sniffle. Evelyn started to turn red as she scribbled notes on her papers. Erica watched her as she frowned.

"You've been hiding a lot more from me, aren't you?" Erica whispered, voice barely audible. Evelyn heard this, and she sent a small, but painful, shot of magic through Erica. She yelped as she fell to the ground, shivering. Benny peeked a bit, and was shocked.

"Don't you ever say that again." Evelyn demanded. Erica whimpered.

"Yes boss." She whispered. Evelyn went up to the fake sleeping Benny and sent magic through his body. He roared as he snapped awake, wishing he was asleep to feel that.

"Benjamin! I know you met Erica, no?" She said, showing Erica towards him. Benny growled.

"Is everyone working at the palace as diabolical as you?" He sneered, making Erica lower her head in shame. "You are dating my bro...Rory." He said with a saddened frown. "You should die. Rot in hell, asshole." He growled, making Erica sniffle a bit.

"I-I love him, but he loves another." She sniffed. Benny growled.

"Blasphemy!" He announced. "He loves you." Erica shook her head.

"You don't know that." She whispered. Benny frowned as Evelyn showed Benny a note.

"This is what your father is getting. Your boyfriend is gonna find it. And I swear, this is a threat to you to. Take it." She said with a growl. Benny squinted to read the note.

She told me everything you said to her. Touche, Morgan.

Let me let you know, that if you threaten me again, I will make sure it is my number one priority to kill Benjamin. Or maybe, I'll just keep him here forever. You'll never find me. Ever. So don't you try to even bring me down.

Fire spreads, your majesty. And the fire on your liar pants, are burning fast.

~Evelyn

Evelyn snapped the letter away from Benny's sight as he handed it to Erica, and sent her off. Evelyn smiled at Benny, who was alone with her.

"You are gonna rot in here." She smiled, sending another shot of magic towards the weak boy, who was blasted into unconsciousness once more. She smiled evilly.

"And I am gonna take over the Morgan Kingdom. If your father knows what's right," She grinned.

"He'll hand the crown to me."

A/N- Quite the chapter, no? I hoped you liked it :)

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