Chapter 10

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It's not a real relationship.

He's just being polite.

Benji reminded himself as he walked down the corridor on the Saturday morning. The servant in his room that morning said today was meant for conversing with the girls. His father instructed that Benji wasn't to do anything political, just get to know the ladies that could be his wife. Which Benji wouldn't have a hard time doing if he was straight. And conflicted. And worried that he ruined the friendship he needed. But it shouldn't matter, who knows, maybe another gardener will get put in the evening shift. 

But instead of focusing on the girls who were rooming in the palace for him, Benji decided to take Camilla's advice. He made his way to the servant's quarters, finding Sam, who was practically managing the entire workforce of the palace. 

"Your Highness, what can I do for you today?" A man in his late thirties asked. He had his own personal office, which Benji found a bit odd. However, if the King was paying you well enough to stay here, Sam might as well splurge as much as he could. 

"I-I need to see your schedules." Benji stuttered, not trying to look the least put together.

"Why? We don't just give these out at random." Benji gave Sam a cold stare, showing him that joking wasn't the right way to go about this. "Fine. Fine. What are you looking for?"

"Who's the assigned gardener for the left side of the palace this evening?" Benji tried brushing off his shirt, pulling himself together. 

"Jorge Garay, he seemed to have started working about a week ago, although is requesting to change rounds. Is he not doing a fit job, Your Highness?" 

"N-No, not at all. Could you make sure he doesn't change shifts until at least after tonight."

"Yep, I can do that." Thanking Sam and hurrying out of his office, Benji was finally able to breathe out. Talk to him tonight. He could do that. 

The one thing he couldn't do, was talk to Haley just yet. She was so sexually intimidating, Benji wanted to wait as long as he could to have any sort of one on one time. 

Which left Elenor. 

Benji found her outside on one of the lawn chairs, soaking up the Spain sun. 

"Your Highness," She called, bowing her head as she sat.

"You can call me Benji, could I sit?" He asked, pulling up a chair. 

"Yes, how are you?" 

"Good, good." They sat in silence for a moment, trying to find the words. "Um, would you want to go on a date with me? We could watch a movie, explore parts of the palace, anything you'd like." Benji switched on his charming manner, trying to strike a good impression.

But Elenor paused. Benji could tell she was trying to form a sentance in her mind, thinking it over again and again. 

"Benji, can I tell you something?" He nodded, intriegued. "I'm gay. Why am I here you ask? Parents. I don't want to lead you on, but you do seem like a good guy, don't get me wrong. But I don't think I could feel like that." Benji practically sighed with relief.

"Really? Thank god."

"Why, am I really that unappealing?" She sounded offended, although Benji knew she was kidding.

"No, no, I'm gay too." The shock in her face was enough to make Benji cringe.

"Then what the hell are us five girls doing here? Are you seriously just leading them on? Because that sounds kind of shitty, Your Highness." 

"What? No. I just- my parents forced me into this. No matter how many times I told them. And I know I'll be in so much trouble with my father if I don't find a wife. They need an heir. This country needs an heir. I'm just looking for a woman to look pretty by my side."

Elenor haulted. There was disgust and horror layed on her face.

"Look, Benji, I know where you're coming from, but I don't wish to be a part of this. I think it's time for me to go home. Grow up and tell these girls. I just feel bad for any woman that will have to live by your side with nothing in store for them." And without another word, she picked up her stuff and headed inside, never to be seen by Benji again.

Where did I go wrong? At least I was straightforward.

But she was right. It wasn't humane to be forcing these women into a relationship that Benji knew they wouldn't enjoy. But sadly, he had no choice. 

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