Chapter 132 - Jealous

Royan returned to his room to read for a while. He had not taken a look in his books for two days and if his grandfather were to learn of his laziness he was sure to get it.

He opened his library and grabbed one of the scrolls. He brushed the dust from the old thing and rubbed his hand against the words of ancient wisdom. 

The scroll was about dragon. The black moon dragon to be precise, he had a lot about such dragons from his grandfather and he wanted to know more. He felt a presence stealthily enter his room. The being was trying not to grab his attention but he already heard them.

He closed his eyes and used his ears to pinpoint where the person was. He found the person standing by his bed, they didn't seem to want to cause him harm from the aura they had.

He closed his library door and walked over to the bed and sat down pretending not to notice the invincible person right next to him.

He sat their intentionally to see what the person would do but just in case, he had the sword forged by his ancestors blood to trap a person soul and torture them for eternity right under his pillow. 

The sword of misery, he didn't pick the name and didn't care what it was called as long it kept him safe. That and he could just trap the person in the sier of deception and let them wonder for eternity in nowhere.

He read his scrolls getting fascinated by the knowledge of the black moon dragon. He wished that he could one day meet a dragon of that species they were amazing. 

He felt the bed beside him move down like weight had been added to it. Whoever was in his room had taken a seat beside him. So close that he could smell them. 

He ignored it, he wanted to find out what the person had in mind with him before he acts. He didn't want to scare him/her off and miss a chance of a little fun. 

It was rare that anyone dared to sneak into his room. Even the servants of the house or his family dare not try to enter his room without his permission.

"Why?" he heard a whisper from the person. 

The question sounded like it was directed to him but also not so he didn't try to answer it. The question was vast, unless it was straight to the point he wouldn't even know how to answer him. So he didn't even try to think on it. 

Before he turned to the next scroll to read more he felt warm hands wrap around his waist. A head was laid on his shoulder, he dropped the scroll feeling his heart picking up the pace.

He didn't feel threatened by the person but wasn't one to take chances. He reached his hand under the pillow and grabbed hold of the sword.

"Why did you kiss Avan?" he heard this time a little more clearer. There was pain in the voice that spoke to him.

He released the sword and moved his hand back. "Because I wanted to. Why, did it affect you?" he asked.

"Why did you want to kiss him?" the person asked ignoring his question.

"I dont know, i just wanted to so I did," he replied simply. He was a simple person and hated complications. If he liked something he would go for it and if it was out of reach then he would let it go. But with no regrets since he hated the ifs and buts in his life.

"And if I tell you that I didn't like it then?" 

"Then I would tell you to go to hell. I have never been one to wear people's opinions as a cloth so why should I start now," he said holding the hands in his chest. "I do as I please and as long as I am pleased with it then all others can go to hell," he added. 

He removed the hands from himself and turned to face the invincible person. "But why do you care? Is it because I kissed Avan or because Avan let me?" he asked.

The weight on the bed lifted indicating the person stood up. He could hear the person's heart racing with uncertainty. He was headed for the window the way he came. 

Royan hated having his questions left unanswered so in one swift movement, he moved from the bed to the window pinning the person to the wall and trapping him between his hands.

"I answered your questions. Don't you think that it's only fair of you answered mine?" he asked the person. "You need not show me who you are, just answer me," he added.

"I...I do..don't answer to you."

His lips curled up into a smile. "Are you sure Ander?" he asked finding it cute how he recognised him from his stutter.

"I..I am n..not Ander," he said nervously. 

"I love it when you stutter but I need an answer prince. Why did you not like the kiss I shared with Avan? Which of the two of us were jealous about?" he asked leaning in to the prince.

Ander gulped being so close to Royan. His heart and mind were in chaos just from seeing him so close. He didn't know what to say in reply. He knew the answer to the question but had no idea how to tell the male that he was jealous of both of them.

Jealous of Royan because Avan doesn't avoid his touch or him and embraced him. And sane for Avan because he bonded with Royan so quickly that the two of them actually kissed. 

He felt like keeping Avan from Royan to have him for himself but also wanted to do the same with Royan. He was torn between two ends and he didn't know what to do about it.

"I'm waiting," Royan said bringing him out of his thoughts. "Fine, you don't want to talk. You can leave," Royan said and set him free and backed away from him.

"It hurt to see the two of you together," Ander said in panic. "I hate being on the losing end and when I heard the two of you together I felt like I was losing once more," he added.

Royan listened to him. From what he was saying he could understand that the boy was used to losing the things that he loved in his life. Judging by the way he came into his room and worked hard to hide his identity it was certain the boy had insecurities.

"How often do you find yourself on the losing end?" he inquired just to be sure he was right.

"Always," Ander replied feeling tears building up in his eyes. He had thought that he had gotten over his pain but the moment proved him wrong. 

"I see, wait here," Royan said and walked out of the room. Ander dropped on the ground angry at himself for doing that, he was sure that he had scared Royan away. Yet again he found himself where he always was.

He had died everyday waiting for love and it seemed he will have to continue doing the same in the coming years. He saw no point in going on with no happy destination that held an ounce of love for him.

"Perhaps I should leave the world for those who are fortunate enough to find love," he uttered feeling broken. He removed the invincibility spell on himself and wiped his tears decided to say goodbye to the world.

He heard footsteps coming back to the room. He got up from the ground and strengthened his clothes and leaned back on the wall casually.

"Where are you taking me?" he heard Avan's voice ask. 

"You will know soon," Royan replied him.

The two soon walked into the room, with Royan holding Avan's right hand leading him into the room. Seeing this sight made the dragon grit his teeth and fold his hand into a fist. He dug into his skin with his nails not to react. 

"Here we are," Royan said making Avan seat down on his bed. He climbed the bed and tapped the space to his left for Ander to seat on.

Ander took a seat without a word. He was curious with what the male was up to and why Avan was in the room. The same thing bothered Avan, his heart started racing the minute he landed his eyes on Ander.

He knew the dragon inside out and if Ander found out that he and Royan shared a kiss he was sure not going to hear the end of it. The two of them might even end up dead by the dragon.

He would probably choose to burn them with hell fire before sending them to hell to keep burning.

"Why are we all here?" Ander asked to get it over with.

"We are here to discuss the deal that k have in mind," Royan said to them.

"Deal, what deal?" Avan asked.

"One that benefits all of us," he said confusing them all.