In the Royal Palace

The room was dark. Dangerously dark.

The black window blinds poured down at both sides of the room sheilding it from the hot afternoon sun that was beating against the window.

The bed in the room was angled in a way that made it look like it didn't want to be seen. The room was big, really big and only the echo in the room could have projected the extremely silent music that played into the air.

Williams Ostergarrd sat quaitly in the dark room, running his fingers weakly on the piano that was seated in front of him. Silent, sad music crawled out from beneath the piano. He stroked the keys so well that he made no mistake to strike any key that could suggest happiness. The music was too sad. It was music from the depths of his soul, from the deep, dark, twisted part of his heart. Only from there he brought out his music, it was consolation for his dampened soul.

He rolled his neck and closed his eyes, slowly moving to the music that he so perfectly created. A smile came across his white muscular face. He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand and rested it on his bearded chin. His blue eyes glowed in the dark and his long brown lashes washed over them at intervals. A blue jacket housed the white shirt that hugged his chest, a matching navy blue tie was fasted up to his wide neck right below the adam apple bulging out from his throat. His blonde hair was twisted up and pushed backwards to hang half way in the hair. That was his regular look, the look of Prince Williams.

The thin hand in the red clock that hung on the wall behind him moved and stopped on twelve. A loud click came up and all the lights in the room went on. The room was immediately illuminated and it looked more like a bedroom than an abandoned garage.

Williams brought his fingers to a rest and the music faded away. He tapped his index finger on his lap five times and arose from the white stool he sat on. He walked out of the corner and took the navy blue brief case that sat on edge of the bed.

He glanced at his wristwatch and adjusted his tie repeatedly like he was trying to buy time. The tall black door of the room swung open and presented a foot clad with shiny black shoes. It belonged to the man Williams was expecting, Mario Gaines. He stepped in right on time.

"Good afternoon, Prince" the chubby faced man spoke holding a straight face at his recipient.

Williams smiled.

Not just because he was happy to see this man, but more for the classy clothe he was clad in. He didn't believe his friend when he said he would step up his fashion life. Not only did he get the new suit he claimed he would, he also got the exact same model of shoes that Williams was putting on that moment- a slap on his 'fashion pride'.

Williams smiled again, he knew just how to get rid of those new shoes, he couldn't have anyone compete with his fashion skills. His friend had crossed the line this time, those new shoes would be given as charity; Mario had no idea.

"Mario Gaines. You're on time." Williams spoke. 

"Yes, your highness. I couldn't dare do otherwise." Mario said sealing a smile with his lips.

Williams nodded.

"I thought getting the new suit would steal some of your time. I'm impressed that you could drive all the way to Jegas in an hour and be back on time. You deserve some credit. You learn of me well." Williams said now facing Mario fully, with his left hand buried in his pocket.

Seeing this cool pose, Mario took his hand and dipped it into his pocket also, he was still on his game of showing Williams he could beat all of his 'all-classy' skills. He would prove to him that he wasn't the fashion king after all.

Getting the message, Williams nodded his head and with the little smile still hanging on his face, asked

"When will the meeting start?"

"In thirty minutes, your highness."

"Let's get going then." Williams said and walked out the door passed him.

Mario smiled a smile of victory and immediately followed his boss as they walked down the hall way. Walking behind his master, all his senses were at alert, scrutinizing the whole passage to make sure Williams could thread safely on the royal blue rug beneath this foot. He was a guardian created for the Prince like Merlin was made for Arthur. He took it as a purpose and he loved this purpose with all of his heart.

As they walked down the long dimly litted passage, a woman appeared from far away, down, down the hall way. She began walking towards their direction. Williams' pace changed, it reduced by two seconds. The woman he had just seen had made an major effect on his mood. He could choose to stop, to turn around, or continue walking toward her, but the last option, even if that was what he chose, he dreaded. He had successfully avoided Elizabeth for three days since the last showed up for family dinner. He had enjoy an Elizabeth-free world for seventy-two hours and that seemingly peaceful time was about to be over.

He could just pretend he didn't see her, or say just 'hello', or even nod at her and walk away, but he couldn't. She was Lady Elizabeth, his sister, and only sibling.

Lady Elizabeth herself did not expect to see her brother this afternoon. She wasn't ready to face him just yet. The fear of what might burst out again in seconds if they met, made her hesitate. Maybe she should turn around, but her younger brother wasn't, why would she?

She kept a frown on her face, one that could threaten whoever she was approaching. She folded the white fan in her palm and got ready to speak. They closed distance and stopped in front of each other, staring at each other.

Mario feared what was about to happen.

The two looked at each other for a while and they refreshed their memory on what happened the last time they saw each other. It was a massive jaw war.

The dinner that held three days ago was to 'bring the family together' as The Queen, their mother, had said. She pointed to have noticed driftings in the family, and she had organized the dinner to bring them all back together. Williams didn't have any hope in the effort. It could by no way mend any cracks. They were not driftings that had started a week or a month ago, they were grudges that had grown and lived with them for years that it now had a too-strong hold on their family.

Williams sat quietly by the table making sure to say no unnecessary words. He knew he wasn't welcome, not by two, only by one. He avoided eye contact with the King, it was the only way he could maintain the little peace they managed. But his sister? She had kept her eyes glued to him since he stepped into the room. Williams could smell uneasiness, anger and tension everywhere. He wished he could tell his mother that her plan of reunion could not work, but he had to let the poor woman try her best to hold her family together.

The first words he decided to speak were attacked by his elder sister. He had managed to keep his cool amidst the mild argument Elizabeth had been able to create, but the moment she mentioned Channing, he could hold himself back no more. The dinner ended with screams, plates shattering and table banging. Queen Elena managed to calm Williams down, but it was no use when his father yelled at him and sent him out of the hall. He had left in anger and had seen no one for the past three days - well, except for Mario who was now standing behind him anticipating what he was about to do.