~Victor~

I woke up to the vibration of my phone and the weight of something on my arm. I didn't know whether to be happy that it was Mykie who was weighing down my arm, or scared because it was my father on the phone.

I, obviously, could not ignore my father, so I answered hesitantly.

"Hello, Dad." I sounded like a scared kid. A very quiet scared kid.

"Victor." He didn't need to say any more for me to know how upset he was.

"I know what you're going to say, yes, I stayed out a tad bit too late. I didn't even notice the time, and before I knew it, I was asleep." After that whole scene, Mykie and I decided to lay down which eventually led us to fall asleep.

"You were asleep? At a commoner's place?" I didn't know what made him more upset. The fact that I was out late or that I was asleep in a commoner's bed.

"Victor, just come home right now." Charles, who must have been yelling from the opposite side of the room, said to me.

"Yes, yes, I'll be on my way." I hung up the phone, then directed my attention to Mykie. He laid fast asleep on my arm. There were multiple wars going on in my head. I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to wake him, I kind of just wanted to take him with me. "Mykie?" Ever so gently, I ran my fingers through his soft Red waves. I thought I would never be able to feel the softness of his hair. "Mykie, you need to wake up," I whined. The more he laid there, curled into a ball, the more I just wanted to lay back down with him.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, groggily.

"I need to go home. It's really late."

"Then go home." I laughed at his carefree attitude.

"Yes, but you're laying on my arm, and I didn't want to disrupt your sleep." Mykie sat up, rubbing his eyes, then pulled himself out of bed.

"You should have pushed me away."

"I didn't want to leave without telling you. That seems very rude." The Red walked me to the door, opening it to where he was hiding behind it.

"You didn't need to do that."

"I did." I wanted to lean it for the smallest peck, but my gut told me that if I did, I would stay longer than I already had. "Bye, Mykie." He mumbled inaudibly, but I figured he was saying goodbye.

"Victor, do you know what time it is?" I did know what time it was, but my dad didn't actually want an answer. "Do you know how dangerous it is to stay out at night?" He asked.

"It's not that bad," I mumbled, only igniting his anger.

"There are so many things going on in this Kingdom, you don't even notice, it's very dangerous."

"Eugene, not now." Charles butted in, trying to hush my father.

"I think now is a good time." The two began to bicker. They hardly bickered.

"Just wait a little longer." Charles hushed. "Let him enjoy it for a little longer." I looked at the two of them, confused. I hadn't the slightest clue on what they were talking about. But my father just sighed and let me go.

~Mykie~

Standing up from my couch, I answered the door expecting only one person to be at it. It was none other than the prince himself. He tackled me into a hug, squeezing me until I couldn't breathe.

"Good morning." The prince hummed as he released his grip on my body.

"Good morning, I'm glad to see that one of us is wide awake." After Victor left, I couldn't back asleep. My mind kept on replaying what happened only hours before. I started to question how I actually felt for the prince, leaving me with very little sleep.

"What, are you still tired?" The prince said with a zany tone. "I got a good amount of sleep. But I did have trouble falling asleep, lately, Charles and my father have been acting strange."

"Strange?" I questioned.

"Yeah, like my dad keeps on wanting to tell me something, but Charles won't let him. It's really weird. I mean, I am the prince, don't you think they should tell me this stuff?"

"Maybe they are trying to protect you from something."

"Even if they were, I'm still the prince. Shouldn't I know?" I shrugged my shoulders not knowing what to say. "I feel like everyone here is acting really weird. Like—everyone is more cautious." I felt my heart drop for a second.

Does the king know? Is that what he's been trying to tell Victor? I felt like I was midway in having a panic attack, but when Victor saw he immediately came to my side.

"What's wrong?" He asked, fully concerned.

"Oh, it's nothing." I bit back the urge to tell him.

"You can tell me, Mykie."

"Thank you, but I'm okay."

"You promise?" I looked at Victor's bright blue eyes then slowly nodded. I felt like if I opened my mouth, I would immediately spill everything. "Okay." Carefully, Victor wrapped an arm around me in means of comfort. "You know, since I'm the prince—soon to be king— I can make everything you're worried about go away."

"I know. You tell me this all of the time."

"I just want to make sure you remember that. I know you don't like using me for stuff, but when something serious is going on, that's when you should tell me. I may be only 17, but with anything I say, I can make the whole kingdom do what I want."

"That's really crazy. Your one word can totally change everything. Doesn't that scare you? One wrong word and things can go wrong."

"Well, when you put it like that," Victor softly chuckled. "No, it doesn't scare me the slightest bit. The last 17 years have prepared me for that moment."

"I bet you weren't prepared for a Red to come," I smirked while sitting on the infamous red loveseat.

"That was definitely not something I was trained for. It's usually the King and the Queen who deal with that stuff. And since no one knows that there is a Red here, then no protocol needs to be made."

"I don't even want to imagine what would happen to me." Victor sat next time, slung arm on the back of the couch.

"Yeah, me neither," he shrugged. "Though, I doubt anything will happen. As long as I'm there, my dad won't do anything."

"It's because your dad loves you and would do anything to make his son happy." I softly nudged the Prince's side while he smiled.

"I really lucked out on the Dad department."

"You lucked out on the life department."

"Yeah? Well, I'm the prince," he began to make a list. "I have a cool Dad, I live in a giant house, my best friend is also the only person I have ever had feelings for and he's sitting right next to me. So yeah, I think I did." I covered my face in embarrassment earning a chuckle from Victor.

"You can't say stuff like that."

"Why not?"

"Because it's absolutely embarrassing for me."

"You don't think having the prince fall in love with you is such a wonderful thing? If I were you, I wouldn't mind." I simply shook my head trying to hide my reddened face. "I only tease," he laughed.

"Well, your teasing is awfully embarrassing." I sat with my arms crossed, pouting like I was a child.

"You just have to endure it because for the rest of our lives I'll be teasing you about it." I turned my head to Victor with a small shake of my head. How long will I get to be with him? When will I have to stop seeing him? Slowly, I began to wrap my arms around Victor, my thoughts only making me sad.

"I rather you embarrass me than for me to not see you again."

"I will never leave you. Not until the day I die." He embraced me back, gently smoothing down my hair. I didn't care that he was touching it. At that point, as long as we were together, I didn't mind.

We spent some time on the love seat, Victor refusing to let me go. I ended up spending the majority of the time smooshed between his arms and his chest. He talked about everything and anything. I didn't mind, I always liked listening to him talk.

With my thought engulfing my attention, I didn't realize that Victor was kissing me. It really surprised me, but I had to admit, I liked it when he kissed me. I liked it when he first kissed me. I spent my night wondering why I felt that way. The only conclusion I came to is that I possibly liked him. Or maybe it was because I pity him. I tried to convince myself, but I already knew that wasn't it.

He was still gentle when he kissed me. I didn't care. I still was trying to wrap my head around the fact that I liked it when he kissed me. I never had the chance to develop feelings for anyone because I am a Red and making friends was not on the list of things we could do.

"Why did you do that?" I asked him after he pulled away.

"You looked like you were thinking really hard."

"That was an odd solution."

"Yeah, but I think it worked," he laughed. "What were you thinking about?" Victor asked while he let go of me.

"Nothing important."

"Nothing important? Are you sure? It looked like you stopped listening to me so it must be important." I couldn't stand the look on his face anymore so I turned away. "Aww, did I make you upset?" He chuckled, then latched back on to me when I tried to walk away.

"No," I stood with my arms crossed.

"I feel like I did." I rolled my eyes as Victor let go of me. "I only tease." He told me while I sat next to him.

"I'm not upset with you." I started. "I've never been upset with you. I won't get upset with you." Victor slowly placed my head up against his side with a small chuckle.

"It's okay if you get upset. I'll understand."