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It's the day after your fourteenth birthday. You're absolutely freezing, bundled up in a robe, sitting down on a fur rug by the fireplace, trying to warm up. The warmth of the robe and the fire feels lovely. You also happen to be absolutely starving, but no one will let you eat. No one being Morgan and anyone else in the castle but you know better than to ask for breakfast. You rub your hands in front of the fireplace, the room slightly chill. Being November, there's only so much one can do.

"Hmmm, this feels good," You say, rubbing your hands together in front of the fire and smoothing short bedridden hair. "What's next?"

The older blonde man, Morgan, pokes and the fire, setting it more ablaze. "First of all, your bath. They should be about ready for you. And I'll send your wardrobers in to help you dress as soon as they arrive."

You stop abruptly, hating what was about to happen, what had to happen and what it meant. You always knew you were going to be king. One day. You just didn't think it would be so soon. And to have all those people....fussing over you. It was positively distasteful. And there was absolutely no escaping it. Or was there? All the maturity you'd displayed over the last few weeks disintegrated in one last act as a prince. As just a boy. With no one elses responsibility resting on your shoulders but your own.

"Devil take it, I can dress myself!" You try hopefully. It doesn't work. Morgan laughs, taking you by the arm and pulling you to your feet.

"A king must have dressers on his coronation day. It's tradition. Besides, you aren't meant to clutter up your mind with the mechanics of putting on strange robes when you should be contemplating the responsibilities of kingship." He propels you toward the dressing room where undoubtedly a gaggle of servants and a tub full of hot water await. Not just that. The first step.

You pause, a boyish playfulness playing about, and you eye the other man. "Oh I'm meant to have dressers, eh? How many?"

"Oh, six or so I should imagine." The man raises and eyebrow, playing innocent.

"SIX!" You cry out considering the high number. " Morgan, I don't need six dressers!"

"Is this a rebellion?" The other man grins, playing along good naturedly.

You start through the door and then turn in a look of complete mock indignation and playfulness. Just the thing someone wants in a king, right? " I still think that you planned all this deliberately." You hate personal servants after all.

"I've been planning deliberately to make you a king. Now, get in there!" The other man's playfulness and patience wore a little thin. It was a special day after all and you were kind of being a pain, especially considering just how mature you'd been up until now. He made a motion as if to chase you through the door and you duck through it, but not before poking your head back out a final time.

And sticking your tongue out. All maturity completely and utterly gone. One last romp before the inevitable.

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[Yeah there were a lot of words in there that Kelson didn't recognize still. But he at least got the general meaning.]

It makes water safe. That certainly sounds like something extremely worthwhile.

Yeah, it is. And when that happened, bam, no booze for the little ones. Think of the children! Pearls clutching commences!

But wine and beer are nutritious. Why would you deprive them of that?

Dude they are not nutritious. That’s just something dude bros say to feel better about booze.

Dude bros?

[Kelson was figuring that dude was some sort of greeting, and bros was possibly short for brother but he wasnt entirely sure how the two came together.]

[Oh geez, how does he explain this concept?]

Uh... I mean... Dude, that's a damn good question. Normally they aren't the sorts of people worth spending time with? What I'd give for urban dictionary right now.

I would like to think that most of the individuals I spent time with are worth that time, as well as being trustworthy.

[Kelson looks at the man, trying to figure out if he just insulted Morgan. Which was very much something you did not do in front of Kelson. Or behind his back, thank you.]

[Of course he didn't insult the stranger. Just people who drink constantly.]

Most people like to think that.

And I suppose you're going to tell me it's not true?

Trusting people isn't the greatest.

[Tommy doesn't tend to trust people. He's been burned a lot.]

Trusting the right people is necessary. It's about learning who you can trust and who to watch.

[Kelson's learned a lot about trust took. Like that sometimes locking people up and trusting that they'll behave isn't the best course of action.]

[The problem is that a lot of the people who look like they should be trusted shouldn't, and vice versa. And Tommy's gotten burned.]

Believe what you need to, Kingy. That's something you decide for yourself.

[Kelson guessed it helped a little when you could tell who was lying to you with very little effort.]

If you insist on calling me names I would prefer you call me by my actual one.

What? Never had a nickname before? I can totally almost imagine that stuffy guy from the memory calling you 'Kels' or something when you were a boy. He seems the type.

[Like Tommy actually knows the type.]

[Kelson was really trying to keep his temper down, but that was Morgan he was talking about.]

That man is someone I hold in as deep a reverence as my own father. You will watch how you speak of him. He calls me 'my prince,' something you are not entitled to do.

....My blood brother calls me Kel.

[Ah. Okay. Touchy. Geez. Then again, he supposes that someone would be like that given the fact that the guy is apparently family. And that Tommy guesses he can respect.]

Well, Kelson, the thing is that some places, when you get fond of people, or you're just like that, you give people nicknames. But if it bothers you that much, I suppose I can live with that.

[Kelson arched an unseen eyebrow, considering this was audio.]

You don't know me well enough to be fond of me. Or have I made that much of an impression on you?

[Kelson knew more than others how close sharing memories and thoughts could make two people, but....this whatever it was wasn't the same as rapport. Was it? It was too...one way.]

Dude, you don't know what I've decided. Who knows. Maybe I am.

[He's not. He's vaguely bored of the guy already.]

No, I don't. I know only what you've told me and what I can infer.

Infer away then, King.

Though the jury is still out.

That's only fair. I can't imagine making a decision about someone from only hearing their voice. It's only fitting that eventually we should meet in person before forming an opinion. Don't you think?

Dude, you asking me out?

Excuse me?

Nothing man, never mind. If you ever wanna hang, I guess we can do that.

Hang?

I'm going to assume that means 'spend time', and that you did not just threaten to hang me.

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