《what about angels?》2.
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"..aa..a"
the small voice Rang clear yet somehow frail, 'is he finally ready to cry?' I lowered my eyes to gaze down at the child in my arms.
his platinum curly hair that seemed almost white had been surrounding, full and tiny cheeks that were slightly flushed.
To my surprise, his left eye had opened, be that as it may, it was different.
'I've never seen anything like it.'
it was blue with some gold specks just like a jewel , while his other eye was crimson red just like every member of the royal family.
'those filthy greedy peasants are not worthy of even getting in his sight.' I thought to myself before standing up "silence."
The old man gulped and quickly kneeled down on the floor begging for forgiveness.
I gestured to the guards to take care of it.
Heading to my work room , I opened the door seeing the usual sight , paper works that were piled up.
Sitting on my seat I rubbed my temple and sighed.
the child was only watching quietly this whole time , still didn't cry.
I looked at him and held his soft cheeks then looked at his eyes closely, "Yes , You heard me right you are mine."
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It's been three years and a half since I've been here in this world.
'I somehow got used to it.'
After a few months my father took me to an other Palace called the crystal palace for unknown reasons
oh Yes and also put it under my name.
'he carries me with him wherever he goes treating me well.'
'however I noticed that all though it's been a year here at this palace.'
'I haven't seen one single servant...it was as if it's just me and my father , which I found strange a huge palace but no servants to be seen.'
'I do hear maidservants chatting and gossiping behind the doors of my room sometimes but they'd gasp and leave as if they realized this is my room or something.'
'Yet every time I leave my room ,with my father of course, I see nobody but us , as if those voices were only my imagination , and I'm fully aware that that's not it.'
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I laid down on my bed looking at the ceiling and sighed quietly.
'I can't even remember the last time that I've walked on my own!'
isn't it better this way? Not having to worry about anything...Resting all day..sleeping, doing whatever I want.' I thought to myself .
'I practiced speaking everyday before bed , and I can speak perfectly right now but I probably should keep quiet for now.'
'there's magic in this world , so I also found it helpful if I learned a skill or two , aand I ended up learning all of them.'
'I wonder what kind of magic father uses , like me, or more?'
Just then I heard a knock on my door , I tilted my head "..papa?" I said , thinking to myself 'of course who else would it be.'
A man whom was wearing a red blindfold covering his eyes entered my room "Pardon my interruption , Young master." he bowed placing one hand on his chest.
he was wearing a black uniform and white gloves, something that a butler would wear.
I sat up looking at the stranger who held an insincere smile.
I looked at him with curiosity unconsciously rocking my legs back on fourth on the bed "who?".
"I was assigned by his highness to take care of You , Young prince." he said.
Looking at him with my usual expressionless blank face , I hopped off of the bed and waddled my way to him to take a closer look.
he looked down at me with a troubled expression as I was staring at him "can You see Luv?"
he then cleared his throat "I can see shadows and figures, Your highness."
He then looked at his pocket clock "it's ur meal time , Young master , shall we take a bath first?" I nodded quietly and held out my short arms waiting to be carried out of habit.
He paused and looked at me , he was hard to read because of the blindfold and his poker face , though I shouldn't judge too quickly, my arms were getting weak from being held out for a period of time.
I'm assuming he did not understand what I meant by my actions "uppie" I tugged on his sleeve , "uh , Yes , Your highness." he picked me up with ease I could feel his muscles as I laid my head against his shoulders.
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he smelled like Caramel and cinnamon I thought to myself , I mumbled "I like Carmel..." as I wrapped my arms around his neck , might as well take a little nap.
he strode towards the bathroom which was understandable because he didn't want us to be late , he undressed me quickly but with care , He carefully put me down in the bathtub that was filled with perfect temperature water , "is this temperature alright, Young master?"
I nodded.
he started by washing my hair , I tilted my head to the back making it easier for him to wash my hair and stared at his face, how long has it been since I saw an other person other than my father , I looked at the blindfold , I Then reached for the blindfold I was only planning to take a closer look at it however I ended up accidentally undoing it only with a little tug.
my eyes widened as the blindfold landed on the floor and so did his.
he quickly kneeled down on the cold quartz floor "M-My sincerest apologies , Your highness." he said.
I was a little confused what am I supposed to do or say at this kind of situation "raise" is what I said 'even though it was my fault.' remembering what my father said the other day to that other servants.
he lifted his head after quickly covering his eyes once again dealing with it professionally "why the blindfold?" I said as he lifted me up out of the bathtub drying me with a fluffy towel.
"It's his majesty's orders , Young master." He said shooting an other insincere smile.
He then wrapped the fluffy towel around me and held me back to my bedroom , he put me down on the edge of my bed continuing to dry me up and then he dressed me up , "why are all my clothes feminine?" all though I'm a male my father always dresses me up in this manner. "Your highness looks the best in everything" he held an other insincere smile.
"..."
I looked at my reflection in the mirror causing my face to twitch , no matter how I look at it , this is definitely a females dress 'maybe children my age wear the same thing in this world.'
After My butler has put the clothes and towels in for laundry he came back to pick me up and strode towards the dining room that takes about 30 minutes, so I laid my head on his shoulder taking a whiff of that cinnamon caramel scent and making myself comfortable to the point where I started dozing off.
"Young master , it's time to wake up"
"zzz.."
"Young master" he whispered in my ear.
slowly opening my eyes my vision was still blurry because of my teary eyes.
he opened the door to the dining room and slowly put me down on my feet.
I looked at my father sitting on his usual seat at the dining table I took a step towards him "papa."
then hesitated after noticing 5 servants lining up against the wall bowing.
they were wearing black blindfolds.
i then noticed my father opening his arms for me , I pitter-pattered my way towards him before jumping right into his arms.
he kissed my head before going back to reading what seemed like a newspaper.
I turned my attention towards the dining table and before I could reach to the muffin basket , Isaac put one on my plate.
while my father was drinking his tea , I drank my cup of milk.
"aren't they hungry?" I looked up at my father's crimson eyes with my pair of crimson and blue ones.
"they will eat after we are done." He stroked and patted my head gently.
My father cleared his throat earning my attention I looked up at him . " say , do You want friends?" He said.
" friends?" I thought to myself before answering , "no."I smiled briefly.
'friends won't be a bad thing , it can be fun too but I have a feeling it's going to be dangerous and troublesome..'
"tonight , the empress's son debut party will be held , Your butler will take care of You and other unnecessary stuff." He said.
My butler then came and wiped my mouth cleaning the mess that I've made.
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