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Newsflash : Prince Lucas attacked at the opening of the new museum for royal history
Prince Lucas Lallemant, the youngest son of the Queen and the King, was involved into an attack from a yet unknown person at the opening of the new museum for Royal History. A man around 40 pushed through the crowd and the guards and nearly stabbed the young prince with a long knife, the guards shielding the prince before worse thing happened. The police is still investigating and—
Lucas sighed deeply, throwing the newspaper away from him and leaning back onto the couch, his gaze wandering to the ceiling.
“This sounds like I already died”, murmured Lucas to himself, laying an arm over his eyes and enjoying the few peaceful moments before he had to face his parents.
The attack laid back two days now and Lucas never had seen this many guards around him. His parents thought that an assassin was going to kill him any minute and although Lucas was fucking afraid when he saw that guy coming up to him, the sunlight reflecting on the sharp blade, he could very well protect himself. And although he knew nothing of fighting, he could use a fucking dagger.
He had been learning all of this his whole life and he didn’t see that attack coming nevertheless. Well, something like this never happened before though. And something like this should have never happened to him in the first place.
Because he was never born to be the heir of the throne.
Lucas sat up and looked around his room, the feeling of being captured in this castle being very present these last days where his parents and their guards had been occupying him literally 24/7.
And despite all of that, Lucas really enjoyed it to be a prince.
He really did.
He loved the balls, the magnificence of his room and the opulence of his life in general.
But sometimes, everything he wanted was to be a normal boy with a normal life and normal friends, going back to the days where he wasn’t destined to be the next king. Going back to the days, where there was much more laughter and happiness in the castle.
But at least something remained from these better days.
He got to know Yann, Arthur and Basile at the public high school he attended for two years till his parents insisted on home-schooling him in the castle. He lost contact to nearly all of his former friends, them also being kind of afraid to be friends with the prince of their land. But Yann, Arthur and Basile stayed.
And Lucas snuck out of the castle as often as he could to meet them.
“Your Highness?”
Lucas turned around. He didn’t even hear the door and yet, a guard was standing in the door. He never had a friend in this castle although he tried really hard to have some kind of connection with the male guards. But since they knew that Lucas was gay, they retreated in themselves, only having a business affair with Lucas.
Yeah, because I will jump at every male human being now.
“Your parents are now ready to see you.”
“Finally”, murmured Lucas and ran a hand through his messy hair. His mum always told him to keep his hair short but he liked the way it curled at the end, sticking out to several sides of his head. When he had to wear some kind of a suit the whole time instead of his comfy joggers and an oversize sweatshirt, he could at least wear his hair the way he wanted to.
The guards were leading him down the hallway towards the throne room where his parents waited for him. As if he wouldn’t know the way by heart now. His steps were muffled through the ruby red carpet under his feet and Lucas’ thoughts traveled from one to another. He tried not to think of the shocked expression and the silent scream on his mum’s face as the man approached Lucas, ready to kill him. He tried not to think of it because it would bring other pictures back which Lucas had been fighting for the last 48 hours. The hallways were packed with guards, everyone watching Lucas’ every step and to be honest, he felt more and more captured in this palace then being at home here.
“Mummy, please!”
But suddenly, a smile was spreading on Lucas’ face.
I nearly forgot.
“No, Cecille. He’ll be here soon and then you can—”
“Who’ll be here soon?”
“LULU!”
Lucas laughed and kneeled down as he’d entered the throne room. A little girl in a pinkish dress ran towards him, her blonde curls flying around her head as she flung himself into Lucas’ arms and Lucas stood up in the same moment, swirling her around in the air.
“Hey, my little princess”, said Lucas with a laugh and sat his little sister on his hip, the small girl throwing her tiny arms around him.
“I’ve missed you so much!”
“And I’ve missed you, Cece”, said Lucas which was the absolutely truth. His sister had been on a summer camp, their mum wanting to have some kind of “normal” life for Cece, if this was even possible. Lucas had missed her and to the same time, he was happy that his little sister weren’t present on the day he was nearly murdered.
“Mummy told me you were nearly killed.”
“Cecille!”
Lucas gazed towards his mum who tried to hide her emotions as a good queen always did. He smiled reassuring at her and kissed Cece on the nose after this.
“Well, but I’m still here. Who’s gonna have tea parties with you if I weren’t here anymore?”
Cece laughed and laid her head on Lucas’ shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re still here”, she whispered and a warm and soft smile broke out on Lucas’ lips.
“And so am I.”
“Lucas.”
Lucas looked up as a strong and firm voice addressed him, his dad raising his eyebrows at him. Lucas took a deep breath and set Cece down, his back straightening automatically as he walked towards his father, the king. Lucas loved his parents, although they were really strict sometimes, his father especially. But who would think any other way of the king? His dad was seated in his throne, his mum sitting next to him while Cece sat down on the stairs in front of them, playing silently with her puppets. Lucas made a tiny bow in front of his parents.
“You wanted to see me, father?”
“Yes. And you know exactly why.”
“I suppose”, murmured Lucas and looked down, his hands sliding in the pockets of his suit trouser. He took place on his little throne next to his father, lounging into it as if he was seated on his couch. Lucas knew everything about the etiquette on the court but sometimes he just wanted to be… Lucas. And although his father always gave him a skeptically look at this behavior, he usually didn’t say anything about it when this behavior happened in private.
“Lucas, you shouldn’t take all of this so lightly”, said his mum now, her voice full of worry and fear. Lucas sighed deeply and leaned his head back on the throne, looking up at the golden ceiling with its thousands of chandeliers.
“I’m guarded by so many people now, mum. I cannot even go out to the garden without someone following me”, said Lucas and sat up, looking at his parents now, “I mean – nothing happened in the end, right?”
“But something could have happened, Lucas.” The voice from his dad was now a bit louder, anger about this whole situation surfacing slowly. Anger directed towards the world and the cruel people in it.
“We still haven’t found this guy who attacked you and your mum and I don’t want to lose another son.”
Silence.
Even Cece stopped to play with her puppets for a moment. Lucas’ gaze wandered to his mum who was on the edge of tears. It was egoistically of him to think that the pain about Clément had faded away already. Because it would never fade away, Lucas was sure about it. There were days where it was okay. And then they were days where Lucas couldn’t take all of this, where he blamed the guy who shot down his older brother for all of his misery, where he screamed at the guards for now reason, where he couldn’t breathe anymore.
“I’m sorry”, murmured Lucas now and took a deep breath. He was standing up, walking over to his mum and took her hands between his while sitting down on the armrest of her throne. His mum was staring at nothing in particular and sometimes Lucas was worried about her mental health.
“Nothing will happen, mum. I promise.”
“You cannot promise anything like this”, said his father now, Lucas being surprised by the weakness in his voice, “And because you cannot promise us this, we made some arrangements to secure your safety.”
“I have thousands of guards around me and—”
“The guards are responsible for you in the palace. But not in your free time or on official events.”
Realization slowly dawned on Lucas.
No way. No fucking way.
“And that’s why you’re getting a personal bodyguard in the next days.”
Lucas jumped up from where he was seated and stared at his father, rage burning in his eyes.
“Are you fucking kidding me, father?”
“Mind your language, Lucas!”
“I don’t need a fucking bodyguard. I—I can very well protect myself. I can use a dagger, I can learn how to fight, I—”
“Your new bodyguard will teach you all of this. And this decision is not up for debate, young man. You’ll get a bodyguard and he will keep you safe.” The tone in his father’s voice tolerated no resistance. Lucas was breathing heavily, his fingernails digging into the palm of his hands. The little freedom he had would be gone now too. He would be a prisoner in his own house. He wouldn’t be able to sneak out at night anymore to meet his friends, to meet other people, to be someone else. He wouldn’t—
“This is fucking bullshit.”
His father was now standing up, towering over Lucas and Lucas had to resist the urge to back away.
“You’re thinking so selfishly, Lucas. Think about the throne. Think about your land. You are my only heir now and you are responsible for your actions. One day, you will sit on this throne and you will reign this land. It isn’t about you, Lucas. It’s about the people who need you.”
Lucas bit the inside of his cheek from responding that he couldn’t give a lesser fuck about the throne right now. He felt as if the last bit of air was taken away from him.
“May I retreat into my room?”, asked Lucas with clenched teeth. His father was taking a deep breath now and looked down, slowly sinking back into his seat again as if this whole situation demanded a lot of strength from him.
“You may.”
Lucas swirled around and stomped out of the room.
“It’s only for your best, Lucas”, called his mum after him but Lucas was already out of the room and leaned against the wall in the hallway, breathing heavily and blinking away the tears which were fighting their way into his eyes.
For my best, of course. But has anyone thought about asking me what I think is best for me?
“Lulu?”
Lucas opened his eyes which he had closed to calm down a bit. As he heard the thin voice of his sister, he looked to the right and saw Cece standing there, clutching her puppet to her chest. And suddenly, some of the anger seemed to leave his body as his young sister looked at him with her big blue eyes which were so similar to his own.
“What is it, little princess?”, asked Lucas quietly while kneeling down in front of her, taking one of her tiny hands in his own.
“Mummy and daddy are right, you know?”
Lucas sighed deeply and looked down.
“Who’s gonna have tea parties with me if you are gone too?”
Her voice was so quiet and he could feel how much Cece missed Clément too. Clément, Cee and Lucas had been so close to each other. When Clément was gone, everything changed, especially for Lucas.
His father had been right again; he was selfish, only thinking about him and his freedom. But his freedom, his free space, was the only thing left which separated him a tiny bit from all the duties he had to face.
Lucas pulled his sister into a hug and buried his face into her blonde curls, seeking some comfort in the love he felt for his sister and the love he received from her.
“I love you, Lulu.”
“And I love you”, answered Lucas silently and the ice and anger which had cramped around his heart seemed to melt away slowly but surely.
Lucas parted from his sister after some moments passed and stood up.
“Where are you going now?”
Lucas looked over his shoulder to the big window in the hallway. The sun was slowly setting and there was only one thing he wanted to do now.
“I’m gonna get a bit of distraction now.”
His sister smiled because she knew what Lucas meant by distraction.
He had to use the last few days in relatively freedom and when he closed the door to his room, he immediately grabbed his phone and unlocked it, opening the group chat between his friends and him.
lucallemant: someone up for getting wasted?