Training: Begins

Ronald was requested to stay back with her and he gladly agreed, without giving it a second thought.

And that was when he realized.

His phone was still at his house, probably overcharged.

"Dang it." He said out loudly before slipping out of his bed and transporting warily to his room.

Just great. He thought.

His mobile device was quick to show low battery, a disease of it when it has been over charged. He made a face and switched on the charger once more. Then he thought for a moment and made way to his parent's room.

How could this skip out of his mind?

His parents were yet to accept the king's and queen's invite to live with them at the palace.

Oh, my old people are going to enjoy so much in the company of more oldies. He chuckled at himself, effectively waking up his beta parents. Yes. Both of them were born as farmer betas.

They stirred in their sleep, nonetheless spread their arms wide and gave him space to plop between them. He was much, much taller, but he didn't mind tucking his feet inside as he faced his mother.

"Did you sleep well at the palace last night?" Her groggy, morning voice enquired the first thing in the morning.

"I did. They have the softest pillows and bestest bed breakfasts." He earned a small slap to his chest as he giggled like the child he is.

He kissed her cheek and turned to the other side where his father was looking at him with a teasing smile.

"Why are you—"

"Oh nothing." Then the old man looked over to his wife who squinted her eyes at her husband, but they soon widened up to be the biggest wrinkled saucers.

"Are you serious?!" She exclaimed loudly, clutching the poor boy by his shirt and turning him to herself.

And there it was.

A small blotch of purple and red on his neck.

"This means..." she then realizes the situation, screaming like a high school girl. She jumped up and began dancing on the carpet, leaving both of her boys amazed.

One was amazed by her excitement and the younger boy was plain clueless and astonished.

"YOU ARE GROWING UP SON!"

It was after a solid minute that realization hits him like a fully loaded truck.

"Oh, you guys!" He covers his hickey with a slap, his face reddening in an instant and his father begins shaking him by the shoulder.

"You did it, boy! Oh, we're going to be grandparents soon!"

"What!?! Dad, no! We- we didn't do 't-that' but...OKAY I JUST MARKED HER!" he screams in such a fast pace that his words almost didn't make sense to his parents.

"Oh..." his mom was the first to say something to cut the awkward silence around the room. Ronald was feeling as though he ruined the moment with his words, but it is not like he can just lead them on with the false assumptions.

Soon, Ronald made an excuse that Jane must be waiting for him at the palace so that he can leave for now. And he did leave, right when Jane was waking at the usual time of dusk.

"Good morning, beautiful." He was already on the bed, on his side as he admired her fluttering eyelashes and sun kissed skin.

"Good morning Ronnie." It was her baby voice which made him scrunch up his nose and softly nibble on her apple cheeks.

"Stoph!"

"You didn't have to be so cute first thing in the morning now, don't you. You deserve this." He dived back in as he kissed and tickled the hell out of her, making her squirm all over in the bed and all.

"Oh my god, my stomach hurts! Stop it please!" Her broken sentence was finally accepted as he moved a bit away, letting her exhausted-from-laughing-too-mych body to sprawl freely on the queen sized bed.

"You always tickle me. That's not fair until I get back to you."

"Oh yeah? Let's make you get back to me then."

—

"Ronald, could you please call Gerald? We are running a bit late of time."

He scowled.

Why can't the trainer request the maid or someone. He thought in wit.

Nonetheless, he nods his head in acknowledgement and goes to fetch that roach. He remembers his room from the visitors chambers in the right wing, twists and turns taken until he arrives in front of his room.

He knocks on his door harshly, not saying a word when he hears a "who is it?" From the other side of the door.

"Who— oh. It's you."

"Yeah it's me. Training has started."

"So you finally admit that you need my help huh?" Anger surges through Ronald's blood as he snarls at his face.

"I never said I needed your help. I didn't want to be rude—"

"And show your true colors in front of the King. Right." He is cut off by Gerald who leans against the doorframe with one hand. Ronald never felt the incredible need to slap the hell out of someone until now. He heaves a heavy sigh and turns away, mumbling low sentences.

"You are called by the trainer and if you don't wanna show up, I couldn't be any happier." He mumbles, walking away like nothing happened but the veins popping out on his arms show otherwise.

"Of course I'm gonna show up!" Gerald calls after him and enjoys on his anger. Of course he was going to show up. His ultimate goal is to make Ronald sad anyways.