Chapter 1; Reunions and Gratitude.

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Brady sat up straight in his bed that Mason had offered him the night before. He could still feel the sharp pain in his right side, but at least the pain killers lessened it. He was still very exhausted and wasn't exactly in the mood to get out of his bed, but he needed to go and jog. It was one of the things that clear his head nowadays. As he moved to stand up, Mason stopped him.

"That is not a wise decision, my King. I'd recommend that you sleep another hour. I can clearly see that you're exhausted." Mason said as he crossed his arms over his open chest. The large man was standing in the middle of the doorway, concernedly staring at the young man.

"Same old, Mason." Brady shook his head with a small smile playing on his lips. "Lighten up a bit, will you?"

"My King you are injured and I can see the exhaustion in your eyes as clear as day." Mason said as irritation started taking over his voice. "Get. Some. Rest."

"Alright, alright, but I have a question though." Brady stated as he frowned slightly. "Why do the elders want me to come back? Didn't you tell me that they only want one king on the thrown?"

"It's too soon to say your majesty, but I am guessing that is why you must return." Brady frowned even harder as he stared into space, trying to figure out what this could mean.

"Enough stalling, my King get some rest." Mason stated once more.

"No, I need to go and collect my stuff and say goodbye to my friends. I guess I won't be able to spend much time with them?"

"I could see what I could arrange, my King." Mason sighed. Brady nodded as he slowly got onto his feet and made his way to the huts exit, with a death glare from Mason.

'Three years ago…'

Brady ran as far and as fast as his legs could carry him. He had to get away. He needed to.

'He's too immature for me…' Mikayla's voice still echoed in his mind. 'I could never date him…'

Brady was so sure that she felt the same way. He was so sure that she would finally return his feelings. Well it looks like he was wrong, like he always was and always would be. If he was too immature to be with her, he was too immature to run a kingdom. Anger and sadness burned brighter within him. He would prove her wrong.

As he ran as fast as he could he let out the loudest cry of anger and sadness he could. 'Too immature…' Then he would become stronger, braver and also the man that she wanted and apparently needed. He would earn her heart this way then. With that the soon-to-be ex-King ran faster and harder.

'Present'

Brady slowly walked through the silent and sleeping village. He wasn't far from his hut now and Nico and Meg was probably waiting for him there. He smiled tiredly as his hut came into view. Both his friends was sleeping in front of the hut's door, holding onto each other for dear life. Those two have been in love for the past two years, but was too afraid to admit it.

Brady quickly entered his hut as softly as he could and packed his most important things in his bag as fast as he could. Things like his useless cell-phone, he never uses it anymore but he kept it just in case, he packed his guitar as well as his clothes. Then he packed a picture of him and his two friends. He would really miss them, but he had a duty to fulfil once again.

Brady fetched an envelope that he prepared for when this day arrived. He wasn't really good at goodbye's, because the letter in the envelope did it for him. He quietly made his way out of the house once more with his guitar and his bags. He softly placed the envelope on Nico's lap, because he always slept like a dead person and rarely ever moved in his sleep.

He place his forehead against his friends one last time and allowed warm tears to slip across his cheeks. Hopefully they wouldn't be angry and at least visit him at the palace. When he felt a bit more like he was ready he slowly stood up once more and made his way back to Mason's hut.

As Brady walked slowly through the silent village once more his thoughts went back to Mikayla. He was started to get annoyed with his stupid brain. Couldn't he at least get five minutes where he didn't think about her. Brady sighed as he entered Mason's hut once again. Maybe a few more minutes of sleep couldn't hurt.

When Brady woke up again it was because Mason argued rather loudly with someone. Brady was still half asleep and couldn't really focus on the voice, so he decided to get out of his bed and make his way to the kitchen part of the hut. He would probably be able to listen better there.

"What are you hiding in there that requires you to keep me out of our hut, daddy?" Mikayla asked with irritation. 'Shit,' Brady thought to himself. He should've known that Mikayla would turn up some or other time.

"Nothing, baby g-girl…" Mason stammered as Mikayla frowned at his once again. This argument had been going on like this for several minutes and Mikayla was starting to get tired of this. She growled at her father and pushed past him. She looked around the hut searching for anything out of the ordinary.

Meanwhile, Brady had climbed up to the ceiling of the hut and manage to support his feet against the wall of the hut. It was a miracle that she hadn't seen him yet, but there was still the problem of his wound.

"Who slept in the guest room, daddy?" Mikayla asked as she crossed her arms. Her father was hiding something from her and it was starting to annoy her.

Mason remained silent, unsure of how he should answer his daughter. He didn't allow her in because he knew that Brady wasn't ready to see her or anyone yet. It was still early and there was plenty of time to take him back to the castle.

"Daddy, are you seeing someone else?" Mikayla asked as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. This was like a betrayal to her mother in her eyes. Her father had promised that he wouldn't love anyone else as he loved her. Of course it was unfair to expect this of him, after all he was human, but she still couldn't bare the thought.

"What!? Of course not, baby girl! I would never…" Mikayla cut him off in her hysterical daze.

"Then tell me who was sleeping in the spare room?" Mikayla's question was answered by a loud thud. Mason closed his eyes and reopened them as he turned around. He had wondered how long Brady would be able to hold on with that wound of his.

When Mikayla saw who was laying on the ground her eyes widened in shock. The raven haired figure was someone she hadn't seen in three years and someone she had missed severely. She lifted her hand to her mouth in shock as a tear rolled across her cheek.

"Oh, no need to help me stand up, Mason. It's not like my stitches tore again." Brady said with sarcasm.

"Oh right sorry, my King." Mason said as he made his way to Brady. He quickly helped Brady up and helped him move to the guest bed. All the while Mikayla kept staring at the young man in front of her.

"Brady?!"

Alright this chapter turned out better than expected, but let me know what you guys think… Until next time…