The sun rose on the kingdom and the sunlight shone upon it. The air was fresh with summer; birds sang, flowers bloomed, trees budded; the fields were green, the meadows starred with daisies, the hedges bright with may-blossoms, and the woods full of song. There was a pleasant stir in the air, as if all nature had awakened to the sense of its own loveliness as if this summer morning were the dawning of some great gladness that should fill the whole earth with sunshine.
In the King's castle and one of the bedchambers of his palace, there lay a young man named Silver asleep. His black curly strands of hair spread out like wings on the pillow; his eyelids were close, he breathed softly through parted lips, and his hands were clasped across his chest.
In one of the three bedroom windows, which overlooked the royal garden, slowly opened sash after sash until the whole pane was wide enough for two blue birds creatures to fly through. These flew in and perched on the sill, chirping joyously. Then they fluttered into the room and landed on the front footboard of the white elegant bed where the young man slept. One of the birds flew onto one of the silk white pillows and landed just inches close to the young man sleeping face laying aside.
As the bird hopped toward him, it tilted it aside slightly and stared at the corner of his eye. Silver stirred, opened his eyes and saw the blue bird staring right at him, blinking. He smiled and stretched his arms and legs, two birds soon landed on his knees, each of them chirping happily to wish him a very good morning.
Then Silver reached up and stroked their heads gently. "Good morning to you little birds." He said with a smile. Both birds chattered back happily, then flew away from him, leaving him alone again in his bedchamber.
He woke up fully and felt refreshed. As he did every day, he took a quick bath, cleaned his face and brushed his teeth and hair. Silver then moves all three curtains aside to let the sunlight stream into his room. He looked around, the room is very much baroque style with fourteen white pillars decorated with gold on top and bottom. The walls have an printed azure baroque brocade pattern with white wainscotting underneath the wallpaper feature gold mountings and on top of the wall is gold trimming accents.
In the center of the ceiling there is a golden crystal chandelier hanging above the low table with two elegant sofas facing each other, which shines brightly down on him. There's an white fireplace in the left side of the room between the bathroom door and closet door, it is in this carrara marble texture with elegant ornaments. Above are two vases with roses, alstroemeria, and mini carnations in a mixture of blue and white color, and green ivy on opposite sides with a white marble stone bust of Greek god Apollo in the middle.
On two sides of the bed, there's a wooden brown grand dresser on the left side made out of maple maple on top with a gold hand cravens design featuring six drawers, like a fireplace there's also a vase with ivy and white roses on top. There's also a vanity with low relief floral carvings, an arched ornate mirror, turned baluster legs and bun feet. Includes three dovetailed drawers over lower cabinets. There's a tall gold stand mirror on the wall facing the side of the bed and the window. This stunning mirror has a huge carved crown and a massive carved center medallion shield amidst thick, open carved scrolls and foliate to either side. Dimensional carved fruits, floral and scrolling continue down the entire length of each side; a superb display of artistic skill in the carvings.
Silver turns his head side to the window that shows a beautiful and wonderful royal garden. He can see the fountain in the middle of the lake, the pretty flowers, the blue sky, the pathway, the tree and many more.
"Beautiful…" Silver said softly as he stared at the scene outside.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
He turned away from the window and saw Prudence entering his suite followed by two young adults around his age. A young Korean man with black hair and a curvy figure and a young woman with Thai descent feature and bronze skin, her hair is in this brown color with hints of black.
She then curtsy at him as she stood in front of him with two standing behind her who also greeted them with a curtsy/bow. "Good morning Mister Willow." She said to him, "I do hope you sleep well."
"Oh I do!" Silver replied to her. "The bed is quite comfortable to sleep in."
Prudence nodded back before she stepped aside and introduced him to them. "Allow me to introduce your personal maid and butler, Miss Tiffany Rueng and Mister Urban Jeong."
The maid wore a light blue color floor-length and long-sleeved dress with white buttoned cuffs, puffy shoulders and a white collar with two white buttons underneath a white frilly apron, white knee-high socks and matching Mary-Jane shoes. Her hair was put into a bun which was covered in a mob cap with ruffle hem and a bow in the back.
The servant wore slim black trousers, a white pleated shirt, white floral-patterned waistcoat with pocket-watch, a white cravat, and a black tailcoat. He wears white stockings and heeled black leather shoes with tiny bows. He wears white gloves and his hair has a modernized crew cut that gives a sophisticated look with its side part.
"Her royal highness, Princess Cinderella, assigns them to be your personal staff for the weeks until you are able to go back home." Prudence explained sternly to him.
"Good morning Mister Willow!" Both of them greet Silver with a smile as they both curtsy/bow at him.
"I'm Tiffany Rueng, if it pleases you. At your service." Again, she curtsy at him.
"And I'm Urban Jeong, sir." Another does the same.
"Tiffany and um.. Urban," he said, not knowing what to do, they then looked at him, with a friendly smile, waiting for him to respond. "It's nice to meet you both." He said with a nervous smile.
They bowed at him once again.
"And, please, you don't… don't bow like that." He said as they both stopped and looked up at him.
"Not like this? How do you like it, then?" Urban asks.
"Like this maybe?" Tiffany then arch her back forward as she bows her neck while placing her hand on her belly and the other on the back.
"What? Oh no, no, no, I didn't mean-like-you know…"
"Or like this?" Urban sticks her leg and her right hand out as she too bow her head.
"No, no, not that way. I didn't mean it, um…" Silver then suddenly copies their bow and curtsy which he doesn't know why exactly.
"Oo! Oo! Or perhap something like this?" Tiffany then stood tall and bowed her head down like a soldier. But both maids then repeatedly do four different greetings over and over again while Silver tries to stop them bowing or curtsy.
Prudence shook her head at them. "Goodness gracious…"
"Uh, ehehehe um…" Silver then gave her a small nervous laugh as he began to whisper to her. "How do you turn off the curtsies?" He asked her.
The woman then looks at him and faces Tiffany and Urban. "Enough bowing. Back to your chores. Chop, chop!" She ordered as they finally stopped and started doing their task. Tiffany went to the closest to fetch his clothes while Urban made his bed for him.
Prudence then to face Silver. "As you were staying here for three weeks, it's important you must follow the rules and regulations. So, for now, please get dressed and ready for the day ahead. First I need to inform the king about this matter. After that, we will go to the throne room for this important discussion."
Silver nodded, saying nothing.
"Good. I'll leave you now for you to get changed. Miss Tiffany and Mister Urban will take care of everything else." Prudence told him as she left the room not before closing the doors shut.
Tiffany came back with his attire including the undergarments and helped Silver get ready before she usher him to the vanity so she can do his hair while Urban smooths out the clothes and iron them.
"How should I do your hair, Mister Willow?" Tiffany asked her as he sat on the vanity chair.
"Oh you can just tie my hair into the ponytail, please." He replied as Tiffany began to move his locks with her fingers and combs his hair into place.
"Presenting, Mister Silver Willow!"
Silver was then escorted to the throne room where he stood in front of the King who sat on his throne with Cinderella standing on his left and his son the Prince on his right. Tiffany and Urban help him put on this appropriate attire for today.
His ensemble consists of an white dress shirt featuring wide folden trim on the sleeves with five button closure, on top of his dress shirt was this knitted vest in light blue featuring a pumpkin leaves embroidered around the hem. A matching cravat was tied around his neck and a pair of navy blue bloomer-style trouser with elastic at the hem held up with a brown leather belt and a pair of shining shoes with white wool stocking on his legs.
His hair is done up in this very simple ponytail with a matching navy blue ribbon to tie up his hair with a small bow to hold it in place. Last but not least, his outfits won't be so complete without his black glasses.
Silver then stops in the center of the room to kneel before the King and puts his hands together in a gesture of respect. "Your Majesty, I humbly thank you for having me stay here for three weeks." He said before standing back up.
The King nodded his head in approval before he spoke. "I'm glad to hear that, Mister Willow. Under the protection of the crown, you will be staying here until things calm down. But, you must not forget that you are still a guest here." He said without shooting him with a serious expression on his face. "And, to ensure your safety, you must follow our rules and regulations."
Silver took a deep breath before answering him. "Yes, Your Majesty. I understand, I will follow all the rules and regulations until my return."
Cinderella was the one who answered him. "For starters, you will have your own personal staff assigned to you at all times to ensure your safety and provide you with anything you want. If you need help with your personal needs, you may ask for their assistance."
Silver quickly nods back at her.
"If you wish to invite your friends or family over, you will need to ask us beforehand." Cinderella added. "Once we give you our stamp of our approval, you will send out an invitation but they must have their invite with them once they reach the castle gate so the guards can verify it as to not let anyone in here without an invite."
Silver's eyes widened with surprise as he bows his head a little. "Of course, Your Highness." He said with a soft voice.
"Secondly, you must obey all the security measures we have in place in order to keep you safe." The King said sternly.
"I understand, Your Majesty," Silver said with a stiffened voice.
"For instance," The Prince stated, "you are not allowed to leave the palace grounds. When you're going out, one or two of your personal staff will accompany you and escort you everywhere you go but you must stay with them at all times."
Silver slowly nods his head. "Yes, Sir."
"Your staff are also allowed to act as your bodyguards when necessary but only if we give them permission to do so." The Prince said.
Silver nods his head again.
"Fourthly, Miss Prudence will come check on you every three hours to ensure your wellbeing and report back to us. If she finds any abnormalities or if she has any concerns, she will report it to us immediately."
Silver takes another deep breath. "Understood." He said.
The King nodded his head back at him. "Lastly, this is a serious case that Yen Sid has given to us so we are giving you for your own safety and wellbeing." He paused for a few seconds before continuing. "You must not mention anything to the press or anybody else about your stay here. Is that understood?"
Silver quickly nods his head. "Yes, Your Majesty. Of course."
The King nodded his head back at him. "Very good. You may go now." He said as the Prince escorted Silver out from the throne room.
Outside of the throne room, Tiffany and Urban were waiting for him and to accompany Silver back to his room to see what he thinks about the new rules and regulations.
"So, how do you like the new rules and regulations, Mister Willow?" Urban asked him.
"They seem quite strict, but I can live with it." Silver said with a soft tone.
"That's good to hear!" Urban said happily.
"Do you think it will be a problem?" Tiffany asked him.
Silver then thought for a moment. "Well, I guess, maybe. But I'll just have to deal with it." He said with a forced smile.
"Don't worry, Mister Willow. Everything will be alright," Urban assured him.
"Thank you two." Silver smiled. "But please, you don't have to address me as Mister. I would prefer that you called me by my name, Silver, please. After all, my stay here is temporary so there's no point in keeping formalities."
Urban and Tiffany look at each other and nod. "Alright, we'll call you by your name, Silver." Urban said as he and Tiffany bowed their heads.
Silver then looks at them. "Thank you both. It means a lot coming from you."
As they continue to walk down the hall of the castle, two women also walk down the same hall as them. Silver recognizes them as Daphne and Beatrice, Cinderella's ladies-in-waiting, the one who he saw at Belle's Garden Party. Of course, the last time they encountered each other was not so pleasant. Silver still remembers Beatrice making a comment of how she would never dream of courting Silver if she was Staghart.
The two groups stop and stare at each other, the tension between them is evident. Silver could see an apologetic face on Daphne whereas Beatrice looked away and averted her gaze. None of them have said a word.
The silence continues for a few moments before Daphne speaks up. "It's been a while since we've seen you, Mister Willow."
"Mmm, yes it has." Silver replied with a soft voice. "It has been a while." He tapped his chin with his fingers. "Now, where did we last encounter?" He asked them. His eyes looked directly at Beatrice who gulped. "Beatrice, I'm sure you remember, you were there right?"
Beatrice swallows hard as she nods her head. "Yes, Mister Willow." She said in a soft tone. "At Princess Belle's Garden Party."
"I see." Silver said as he nodded his head. "Wasn't it when I overheard you telling Daphne about the rumor of…." His eyes looked at her with an intense gaze. "Staghart cheating on me?"
Beatrice nodded her head. "Yes, Mister Willow." She said with a worried expression.
Silver continued. "You know, it wasn't very nice of you to spread such rumors. And, what was your response to that?" Silver asked her as he slowly approached her. "Do tell me?" He gave a slight chuckle.
But Beatrice doesn't say anything as she simply keeps her mouth shut.
Silver then moved closer to her and stared into her eyes. "Why Beatrice, what's the matter? Are you afraid to answer me?"
Beatrice swallows hard as she shakes her head. "N… No, Mister Willow."
"Then why aren't you saying anything?" Silver asked her.
Beatrice looks away. "I'm sorry, Mister Willow. I shouldn't have spoken to Daphne like that."
"Oh, is that so? What did you say to her exactly if you were Staghart?"
Beatrice is now trembling as she says, "I-I told her that I would n-never dream of c-courting you if I were Staghart."
Silver smiles at her. "Well, that does sound rather nasty, doesn't it?"
Beatrice finally opens her mouth to speak. "Mister Willow, I didn't mean to cause you upset!"
"That's enough!" Silver snaps at her. "You say you wouldn't dream of courting me in your wildest fantasies if you were Staghart." He pauses for a few seconds. "I might not be in your wildest fantasies but I'm certainly in Anthony's wildest fantasies!"
Beatrice's eyes widened in fear.
Silver moves even closer to her ear. "Good day Miss Beatrice." He then leaves the terrified shaking Beatrice standing with Tiffany and Urban quickly follows him from behind.
Once they were out of sight, Beatrice then fainted to the ground.
Urban and Tiffany were laughing at what just happened while Silver stood tall with an smirk on his face.
"Silver, that was amazing!" Urban said excitedly.
"Agree." Tiffany added.
"I couldn't believe that you snapped at her like that!" Urban said. "Her face! She is paler like the ghost and for the moment, I thought her soul left her."
Silver chuckled. "It was a bit startling at first but it made her realize the consequences of what she did. Besides, I almost scared myself too with how I acted towards her. I was kind of surprised and shocked at first but after seeing how she reacted, I felt relieved."
Tiffany looked at him with concern. "Are you alright?"
Silver sighed. "I am fine now. But I won't forgive her for spreading rumors about my former relationship of me and Staghart. While I am a bit guilty in being a little harsh towards her, I am still angry with her.
"She got what she deserved," Urban said. "Don't tell this to anyone but I despite her."
"Pretty sure the staff dislike her." Tiffany's response. "Not just you, you know."
"Yeah," Silver said as he chuckled lightly. "Now, would you two care to lead me to the guard station? I would like to see my partner Anthony, if you would be so please."
Tiffany and Urban nodded their heads with Urban leading them in the front while Tiffany walked beside Silver.
Just about 27 minutes away from the King's Castle, the French Renaissance style Guard Station is situated in the northwestern part of the King's Castle. In the courtyard, the royal guards were out outside practicing their sword fighting skill with one partner that they have been paired up with. Somewhere in the yield of the royal guards, a redhead young man is seen fighting his opponent with his sword while the Prince, his mentor, watches them from the sidelines on the balcony stairs.
The Prince stares at his protege carefully as he watches him practice his swordplay. He has been watching his student for over days now and he knows his strengths and weaknesses. So far, he is impressed that the young man has not yet mastered the art of swordplay and that it took him quite some time to get used to the technique and how to swing it properly. Even if he is a fast learner, the Prince still thinks that Anthony needs more training and guidance if he wants to be the Captain of the Disney Guards.
As the Prince continues to watch his protege, he can't help but think of the great responsibility that lies ahead for him. Being the Captain of the Disney Guards is not an easy task. It requires discipline, bravery, and a strong sense of duty. But he has faith in Anthony. He sees the potential in him and believes that he can rise to the occasion.
Suddenly, the sound of metal clashing against metal interrupts his thoughts. He looks down to see that Anthony has disarmed his opponent and has his sword pointed at his chest.
"Excellent work, Anthony," the Prince calls out, clapping his hands in approval.
Anthony turns towards him, a look of pride on his face. "Thank you, Your Highness," he says, bowing respectfully before helping his opponent up.
The Prince descends the stairs and approaches Anthony. "You're improving every day," he says, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But remember, there is always room for improvement."
Anthony nods, understanding the Prince's words. "Yes, Your Highness. I will continue to practice and hone my skills."
The Prince smiles, pleased with Anthony's response. "Good. I have high hopes for you, my boy. One day, you will be an excellent Captain of the Disney Guard."
"Presenting, Mister Silver Willow!"
The Prince and Anthony turned around and saw Silver approaching the two followed by Tiffany and Urban. The three bows to them in respect.
"Good afternoon, Your Highness," Silver greets with a bow.
The Prince greets Silver with a nod of his head. "Silver, it is good to see you. What brings you to the Guard Station?"
"I came to visit Anthony, Your Highness," Silver replies respectfully. "I hope you don't mind, how is he?"
The Prince smiles. "Of course, of course. Anthony has been doing quite well in his training. I'm sure he will be pleased to see you."
Anthony sheaths his sword and walks over to Silver, taking his hand in his own. "I'm surprised to see you came," he says softly, lifting his hand up to his lip before slowly placing a kiss on his knuckles.
Silver smiles back at him. "I wouldn't miss a chance to see you in action Anthony."
The Prince clears his throat, reminding the two that they are in the presence of royalty. "Anthony and I were just about to take a break. Care to join us for some refreshments?"
Silver nods gratefully, and the group makes their way inside the station where a servant brings them some tea and pastries. As they sit and chat, the Prince can't help but notice the way Anthony looks at Silver. There is a certain fondness in his eyes that the Prince recognizes all too well. He has seen it in his own heart, after all.
But he knows better than to interfere with matters of the heart. He simply smiles and continues to enjoy their company.
As they sipped their tea and nibbled on pastries, Anthony began regaling Silver with tales of his training.
"I've been working quite hard at mastering the technique of my swordplay," Anthony said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "It's been quite a challenge, but I feel like I'm making progress."
Silver listened intently, his eyes alight with interest. "I can see that you've been putting in a lot of effort," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "You've always been one to strive for excellence, Anthony."
The Prince watched the two of them, feeling a sense of warmth wash over him. As they chatted, the Prince couldn't help but notice the way that Silver's eyes kept darting towards Anthony. There was a certain tenderness in his gaze that the Prince could not ignore. It was a look that spoke of deeper feelings, of a connection that went beyond mere friendship.
"Silver, how are you feeling?" Anthony asked, noticing a hint of sadness in his boyfriend's eyes. "I know that you had to leave your home for your safety. It must be hard to leave everything behind."
Silver sighed, taking a sip of his tea before speaking. "I have been feeling well, Anthony," he admitted. "But to be honest, I do miss my home, my friends, and my family. But I know that it was the right decision to make with Yen Sid. The paparazzi can be ruthless, and I couldn't bear the thought of putting my loved ones in danger."
The Prince nodded sympathetically. "I can only imagine how difficult it must be," he said. "But I want you to know that we will do everything in our power to make you feel welcome and safe."
Silver smiled gratefully, his eyes shining with emotion. "Thank you, Your Highness. That means a lot to me. I do hope that once this paparazzi situation dies out, I can finally be able to go back home with my family."
Anthony looked at him with a cocky expression on his face. "And what about me?" He smirks. "Aren't you going to miss me when you go back home?" He locked with a pouty face like a sad child.
Silver chuckled, patted Anthony's cheek. "Of course, I will miss you. You're one of the reasons why I'm looking forward to staying here for three weeks."
Anthony grinned, feeling a warm sensation in his chest at Silver's words. The two of them shared a brief moment of eye contact, and the Prince couldn't help but smile at the two.
The Prince swallows a small square cut of sandwich, contemplating his next question. "Silver, how has your stay at the castle been so far?" he asked, his tone gentle. "Is there anything we can do to make you feel comfortable?"
Silver set down his teacup and looked up at the Prince. "It has been wonderful, Your Highness," he replied with a smile. "I must say, I have been treated with the utmost kindness and hospitality since my arrival. All of the staff have treated me so well…. Well… almost."
The Prince looked at Silver, confused by his statement. "Almost? What do you mean by that?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
Silver took a deep breath before speaking. "Do you remember your wife's, Cinderella, lady-in-waiting?" he asked, looking up at the Prince.
The Prince thought for a moment before nodding. "Yes, of course. Which one are you referring to? There are two of them after all."
"Beatrice," Silver replied. "The tall one with the blonde hair and wearing a blue dress."
"Ah yes!" The Prince finally remembered her. "Beatrice, has she done something unwelcome to you?"
Silver shrugged. "I guess you could say that."
The Prince looked at Silver with concern, sensing that there was more to the story than he had initially thought. "What did she do, Silver?" he asked gently.
Silver took a deep breath before speaking. "Do you remember attending Belle's Garden Party with your wife and her two ladies-in-waiting?" he asked, hoping that the Prince would recall the event.
The Prince nodded, a hint of recognition dawning on his face. "Yes, I do. I was there when we went. What about it?"
"I overheard Beatrice commenting on a rumor about me and my former partner, Staghart," Silver said, his voice tinged with frustration. "She was saying some terrible things about us, and it was clear that she didn't believe that Staghart was faithful to me."
The Prince's expression darkened at the news. He was deeply troubled by the thought of someone spreading false rumors about him and his ex-partner. "What did she say?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"She said that she believed that Staghart was cheating on me with someone else," Silver replied, his voice filled with anger. "And then she said, and I quote, 'If I were Staghart, I would never dream of courting him, not in my wildest dream. Any gentleman who dates him is absolutely mad as a hatter.'"
The whole room went into complete utter silence. The Prince gazed at Silver with a mixture of sympathy and concern. Anthony, meanwhile, looked shocked and frustrated at this. He could only imagine how hurtful those words must have been to him. "I am so sorry, Silver," he said softly. "No one deserves to be spoken about in such a manner. I will speak to my wife regarding her Lady-in-Waiting, Beatrice, about her behavior and make it clear that it will not be tolerated in my father's court."
Silver nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. He knew that the Prince would not stand for such cruelty and he was grateful for his support. "Thank you, Your Highness," he said, his voice softening. "I just wanted to make sure that you knew what was going on."
The Prince smiled at Silver, his heart swelling with affection for his protege's boyfriend. "Thank you for telling me, Silver," he said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You have my word that I will take care of this."
Note to himself: Have a serious talk with his wife about one of her ladies-in-waiting, Beatrice.
Silver's eyes were almost filled with tears as he recounted the hurtful words he had heard Beatrice say. Anthony's heart ached for his boyfriend, and he his seat moved closer to him, wrapping his arms around him in a comforting embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Silver," he said softly, rubbing his shoulders soothingly. "No one should ever talk about you or your former relationship like that. It's not fair."
Silver leaned into Anthony's embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over him. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It just hurts so much to hear those things."
Anthony pulled back slightly, cupping Silver's face in his hands and looking into his eyes. "I wish I was there," he said fiercely. "I would give Beatrice a piece of my mind and make it clear that she has no right to speak about you like that."
Silver smiled weakly at Anthony's protective nature, feeling grateful for his unwavering support. "I know you would," he said, reaching up to place a hand on top of Anthony's. "But I don't want you to get into any trouble because of me."
Anthony shook his head, his eyes flashing with determination. "It wouldn't be trouble, Silver," he said firmly. "It would be justice. No one should ever make you feel like you are less than worthy of love and respect."
Silver felt a sense of warmth spread through his chest, knowing that Anthony truly cared for him and would always have his back. "Thank you, Anthony," he said softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. "You always know just what to say to make me feel better."
Anthony smiled at Silver, his eyes filled with love and devotion. "That's because I love you," he said, pulling him back into his embrace. "And I always will."
As the afternoon wore on, the group finished their refreshments and time to bid their farewells. The fifth of them made their way to the main entrance of the Guard Station, where a carriage was waiting to take Silver back to the castle. Anthony walked beside Silver, while the Prince walked a few steps behind them with Tiffany and Urban following them from behind the Prince.
As they walked, the Prince spoke up. "I hope you had a pleasant visit, Silver."
Silver turned to face him, a smile on his face. "Yes, Your Highness. I had a wonderful time. Thank you for your hospitality." He bow his neck down.
"It was our pleasure," the Prince replied, nodding his head and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Please don't hesitate to come back anytime."
Silver nodded. "Thank you, Your Highness," he said, bowing slightly. "I will."
Anthony spoke up, his voice filled with concern. "Are you sure you don't need any extra protection, Silver? We can have more guards accompany you back to the castle if you'd like."
Silver shook his head. "No thank you, Anthony. I'll be fine. I trust Tiffany and Urban that are with me."
The group reached the carriage, and Anthony helped Silver and Tiffany climb inside with Urban climbing from the other side by himself. As Silver settled into the carriage, Anthony stood close outside to him. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Silver smiled softly, reaching out to take Anthony's hand in his own. "I'll be fine, Anthony," he said, squeezing his hand gently. "I'm just a little homesick, that's all."
Anthony nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know how hard it must be for you," he said, his voice soft. "But I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to make sure you feel at home here."
Silver smiled gratefully, his heart filled with love for the young redhead man beside him. "Thank you, Anthony," he said, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You always know just what to say to make me feel better."
Anthony blushed, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his body at Silver's touch. "I just want you to be happy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
And then, with a jolt, the carriage began to move, slowly pulling away from the Guard Station to the main gate entrance.
Anthony stood there, watching as the carriage exited through the gate. He felt a sense of longing in his heart, knowing that Silver will pay him a visit next time. He raised his hand in a wave, watching as Silver, smiling when he turned his head around, raised his own in response.
And then, with a smile on his face, Anthony turned and walked back into the Guard Station with the Prince to resume his training with the other guards.
Well, well, well, look Beatrice is in hot boiling water right now once Silver have finally told the Prince about Beatrice's unacceptable behavior that happened in Belle's Garden Party. If you think that after being confronted by Silver is bad enough, wait until she finds out that the Prince is now aware of her wrong doings thanks to Silver's revelation and will not tolerate it at all. Who knows what will happen to her, but I am certain that there will be consequences for her actions and it's not going to be good.
Now that Silver has listened to all the rules and regulations the royal family have been given to him in order to ensure his safety from the media press for three weeks. Silver may get homesick while staying in the castle but at least he is allowed to invite his family and friends over to come and visit him to see how he is. At least now his personal maid and butler, Tiffany and Urban, will keep him company for them and perhap develop a friendship with each other.
Next Chapter: How will Anthony deal with his fellow peers' curious questions about his personal relationship with Silver?