"There, there, my dear Samuel." His mother said. He was crying his eyes out as he just heard that one of his friends lost their lives in the war that was going to between two kingdoms. He shook his head still not realizing the reality of it all. Maybe he was dreaming. Yeah, that was it. He was dreaming and this was all just a big blur. His mother raised up from her bed and walked over to him, resting a hand on his shoulder which caused him to jump slightly. "Samuel..." She sighed a little then gulped before speaking again. "I know how it is to lose someone close to you but you have to move on." Move on? Move on?! My friend just died yesterday!! He thought to himself but didn't speak out towards her in that manner. He was angry and he could sense that she knew. "I'll be alright." Samuel spoke though clenched teeth as he removed himself from his mother's grasp and left her room.
He couldn't believe she just told him to move on like that. Who in the hell do she think she is? He lowered his head, walking down the hall towards his room as he opened up the door, seeing his twin brother, Stephen, laying down on his bed. "Oh great, what news do you bring me?" He hissed harshly towards him then flopped down on the foot of his bed. "Nothing dear brother. Just wanted to see how you were doing." Stephen responded while getting up off the bed and walking over to stand in front of his brother. "Yeah right. You want something. Now what is it?" Samuel folded his arms over his chest and huffed slightly while waiting for a response. "I just want to borrow this little shirt right here." He waved his hand to dismiss him, since was the heir to the throne, with him being first born of the twins.
Samuel crawled up to where his pillows were and screamed into them.
After a few seconds of screaming, he had to get ready for the festival that was going on tonight. It was an annual get together that lasted usually all night. People were to fill the streets, most corners to be fill with people sharing their intimacy together. A soft smile curved among his lips as he opened up the double doors to his walk-in closet and turned on the light switch, which lit up his whole closet. He knew that something was to happen today but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He tapped his chin to see what he was going to wear and snapped his fingers, picking out the perfect outfit. Samuel grabbed the hanger and walked over to his bed, laying the clothing down as a knock came over his door. "Come in!" He yelled loud enough for the person on the other side to hear him. "Sorry to bother you, Sir Samuel, but I am hear to change your sheets." It was Marissa, their maid. He waved for her to come on in the room and to do her job as he walked in his bathroom.
Samuel stared at himself in the mirror, his stomach turning because he had a feeling that something was going to go down today but what. Whatever it was, it needed to happen and happen fast. He couldn't quite wrap his finger around it though. He sighed and shook his head while leaning down and turning on his bath water as he turned away from it, walking over to his mirror and feeling his hands over his face. His skin was so smooth and so tanned. His piercing blue eyes staring right back at him, his raven colored hair trailed all the way down his back and his height and weight sculptured his entire body. He was six foot flat and one-hundred and sixty pounds. Even measurements. He went into a metamorphosis of some sort then snapped out of it as he felt hot water touch his feet. "Shit." He whispered to himself, slipping and all falling on his back. He shrilled loudly but managed to crawl and turn the water off.
'Just forget about the bath.' He thought to himself while getting up off the floor and walking out of his bathroom, water dripping from him slipping and falling. "Sir, are you okay?" Marissa dropped the sheets and ran over towards him, reviewing over his body. "I am..." He paused after hearing the bells ring. His ears twitched as he grabbed nothing but his pure white robe and tied it tightly, running out of his room and down the stairs, passing his mother. "Sammie, don't!" She said while trying to stop him as he didn't listen and just kept on running. He ran towards the gates and panted heavily, since he was almost out of breath. "Wha..Wha.." The guards tended to him as they waited to hear him. "What is going on? Why did you ring the bells?" Maybe this was it. Whatever he felt was going to happen, was happening now. He had no clue what was going on but he was damn sure fixing to find out.
"What is it? What's going on? Have my beloved husband returned home?" His mother asked with the look of worry in her eyes. His twin brother was also present, along with his younger sister. "Where have you been all day?" Samuel hissed towards her. She raised her hand up towards her cheek and repeatedly slapped his face gently while smirking. "Don't you worry your pretty little head off about that." He rolled his eyes as the royal family stood at the gates, wondering what the meaning of all this was about. "Whoever is approaching, let them through." The guards nodded towards Samuel as they also waited for someone to come towards the gates.