Preparations

Memwell rose from the bed and was about to head to the door when he felt something strong crawl round his wrist and pull him back...he threw a sharp glare over his shoulder to look at the man... Bruce...who obviously had been the one who altered his movement...

"and where are you going to?"the man was quick to ask... shooting back equal angry glares as that of memwell.

"to his majesty.." came memwell's brief reply

"and what exactly for?"came another unwanted question

"I should be by his side..."

"why? since when did you become a soldier...and then his personal bodyguard or adviser ?"

memwell narrowed his eyes and turned to face the man completely

"wheren't you there in Bugland when he placed me by his side?"came his response... like the man had predicted it...he let out a smirk

"oh... memwell...and where have you been the last nine days? his majesty had been alone...all by himself stopping the lord from going wild ...and war news brings you to your feet running to his side?!" he leaned on the bed pillar and folded his arms... staring at memwell anticipating his response..but memwell didn't respond...his gaze was down... staring at the rusty ruged floor as if answers were underneath it

"didn't you know memwell...his majesty had already faught his war...this war I speak of...is not the one that he needs you for..."as Bruce spoke so nonchalantly .. like he was merely stating a fact which indeed was ...these words were like scarlet spikes piercing through memwell's heart ...he was being told he'd failed the prince...he didn't know the prince wanted him around and he'd been the one who didn't approach the prince all along...it was his fault if the prince no longer cared for him...this was his fault

"this war against lord Allen is nothing...you are merely a slave who bypassed slavery and became a man ...but you failed the prince ...he didn't expect such cowardice from you.." was what he said and he leaned forward in memwell... memwell didn't move backwards no matter how awkward he felt....their faces were only inches away.. their noses almost brushed over each other... memwell thought this was an intimate position but he couldn't find his legs to move backwards...he remained rooted deep like a tree by the side of a stream

"oh memwell...tell me why? why had his majesty lifted you? why had his majesty put you by his side...? and now you failed him?!" Bruce emphasized the last rhetorical question...it rang the loudest Bell in memwell's head and he subconsciously lifted his hands over his head

"stop it! stop it!" came his cry... Bruce's brows knotted...he knew that look...what causes that type of pain..what made a man's voice sound that way .that feeling was so familiar...it didn't escape him

"don't tell me you're in love with his majesty memwell?!" came the man's next words and finally... memwell staggered backwards seeing he'd been uncovered ....he couldn't find his voice to respond to Bruce ... he immediately turned and exited as soon as he could... leaving the man and his question wandering in the air.

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king Philip was seated still like a sculpture on his throne ..his eyes blank ...he was staring into nothingness.... it looked like he was thinking about something....the memory of his late wife had flooded his mind that he was immobile...his thinking faculty was tainted scarlet.... maybe a stream of blood mixed with tears...but he was tired....tired of crying...his eyes were swollen and he looked thin...his bones were visible and weak...he looked crepled ....

His royal majesty prince luscious walked into the throne room staring at him

"I've made preparations my Lord.."luscious said...his voice was soft...he'd broken the creepy silence that could send goosebumps all over his skin...but he was already used to this silence .. akin to the god of silence...the lord had been in this state....no sleep or food or a word for the past three days.

Philip didn't respond... luscious stood a while waiting for the next order ...the last he got was three days ago... Philip had told him to prepare the army for war ... although he could see that this would be a suicide squad ...he didn't hesitate to do the bidden ... maybe it would be best if the lord rested in peace...but he was worried too..why was Natasha not back? didn't she care? there was no way she hadn't heard the rumors in the three lands?! ..he didn't know what to think...but if this lord dies soon... Mariposa would be desolate...he cannot rule Mariposa if he wasn't having a wife...this was trouble...it had never been heard that the throne of Mariposa was empty... bugland could be ruled by nobles...but not Mariposa...

"bring in memwell..."was what Philip said...'wait what?! ' why was this king suddenly asking after the servant he'd made a free man...he lingered on but he didn't want to aggravate the lord so he moved out...he met memwell heading straight towards him ... like memwell had heard the call...this was surprisingly good...but luscious hadn't seen memwell for days... seeing the man now made him a little relaxed...'oh how I'd missed you' he thought but anger soon flooded his mind. Remembering that memwell had stayed away so long infuriated him that he pulled memwell by the arm and pushed him into the throne room...his nerves tensed up again...not just because he was angry at the man...he was also scared what it was the lord wanted with his memwell

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