I woke up and LITERALLY had a heart attack! 90 READS ALREADY???? Thank you guys so, so much! I'm really so happy and thankful. I really do enjoy reading all your comments :)
Now, please enjoy Chapter 2,
3rd Person POV:
Moans came from the Queen and Kings room. Panting and clattering was all that could be heard throughout the hallways of the palace. Reynolds and Brimsley uncomfortably stood five paces in front of their door, witnessing it all. It wasn't like they could move from there at all. It was their job, and they now regretted it as they stood there. The awkward silence between the two was starting to pile up so much that Reynolds was the one to break the silence.
"Well this isn't how I planned out our evening tonight" he stated. Brimsley turned to look at him with a small forced smile. "How did you plan it out in your head?" he asked, not sounding friendly in the least. Reynolds messed with his collar a bit, watching Brimsley's eyes wander down to what he was doing. "Well, I thought that we could go get lunch at your favorite café," Reynolds started and smiled when he saw his eyes light up with interest, " then go to that one trinket shop I've seen you eyeing, and finish it all off with anything you'd like". Brimsley looked like he was about to burst from excitement. "What?!" Brimsley basically screamed. Reynolds covered his mouth and held in a laugh of his own. "Yes, now shush or we might not live to see that day" Reynolds said as he removed his hand from covering Brimsley's mouth. Brimsley, however, did not like that and simply put his hand on his cheek. Reynolds was, in simpler terms, quite impressed by the bottom's bravery in doing such a thing. "Love," Reynolds's voice was low, " what do you think you're doing exactly?". This was Brimsley's chance, so he took all the courage he had left inside of him ( which, mind you, is still very small) and asked, " Why did your emotion change when I gave you that complement?".
Reynolds now forcefully retracted his hand form the bottom's cheek. "It's nothing" he muttered. Brimsley huffed, "Now I know that's simply not true," he said, reaching for the blond's hand, "why wont you tell me the truth?". Reynolds shook his head, "Not now, Love. Later, though" he answered, clearly showing that he wanted to go no further. Brimsley wanted to go further, though. He wanted to squeeze out all the secrets his partner was withholding from him. He wanted no more secrets between them and to share all things with each other, but he convinced himself that it was a fool's dream and that he should let it go. Reynolds, on the other hand, couldn't say for the life of him. How was he supposed to tell his lover that he could not handle complements? He deeply wanted to just spill every secret and wrong thing he'd done to Brimsley. When he was around him, he felt warm and cared for...safe. That was something he hadn't felt for the longest of times. But now he had the love of his life heartbroken at the level of space he put between them. He only caressed Brimsley's hand and prayed that one day he would understand.
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"A ball? Hosted here?" Reynolds stared at all the lists and decorations needed to be put up. "Yes, the King's orders himself" Brimsley said as he zipped past him with a armful of scrolls. Reynolds followed him, "What? That's impossible! The King has never done so" . Brimsley stopped to look at the blond, "You know what they say, this stuff happens once in a blue moon, so it has to be perfect. Start working". He turned around and plunged into a sea of moving servants. Reynolds rolled his eyes and walked back to his own set of scrolls.
"The sculptures are wrong," he pointed out to Brimsley. He still had one more scroll to do while Brimsley had already finished all of his. "No, the Queen ordered them like that" Brimsley corrected for the 45th time. He was everything but happy at that moment. "The color of the flowers is wro-" before he could finish, Brimsley snapped (that dic- I'm sorry I had to make one dick joke). "I'm walking away!" he yelled as he turned to go inside. Reynolds couldn't help but laugh. "You can't escape my judgement! We share a room!" he yelled after Brimsley. He responded by shouting in (sexual) frustration.
"I never thought you were one to swing that way" said a female voice behind him. He turned to find the Queen Charlotte herself staring him down with a smirk. "Whatever do you mean, Your Majesty?" Reynolds tried to play dumb, but the Queen saw right through it. "Well, I know you have the hots for my helper" she said, pointing to where Brimsley was once standing. Reynolds slumped in defeat, "So I guess I will be having my head removed?" he asked. Charlotte laughed, "No, why would I ruin a love so pure? You clearly love each other, yet you hide secrets from him" she said. Reynolds nodded his head, "I have been given strict orders to not tell anyone what I am told to keep secret". "Well tell me this secret: do you love him?" Charlotte asked. This question caught Reynolds by surprise. "...Yes, I really do love him" Reynolds said quietly, clearly still embarrassed. The Queen tilted her head back in thought. After a few moments, she resumed, "Well I suppose there's really only one way to see if this love is truly something you want with my helper, " she said, "Reynolds, you shall ignore him the entire ball and see to comforting him afterwards. If you succeed, I'll let you two be. If not, your heads will be on display for all of Britain to see". Reynolds internally winced. Ignore Brimsley? He could barely use the loo without thinking about Brimsley. The Queen clearly saw this and sighed, " Trust me on this, Reynolds. He loves you and if you love him as much as he loves you, this will be a breeze for you" she explained. She turned towards the entrance and started walking before she suddenly stopped and aid, " The sculptures and flowers are correct, by the way".
(Another skip brought to you by our Slay Queen Charlotte)
(At the Ball)
"Thank you all for coming to our wonderful ball! Please enjoy yourselves as we honor what our newfound love has given us: a baby boy!" King George said, putting his hands on Charlotte's baby bump. The crowd went wild with joy. "Can you really call it love?" Brimsley joked to Reynolds. Usually, Reynolds would have laughed or told him to shut up, but he straight up ignored him. Reynolds even actually walked away from him to the entire other corner of the ball room! 'Has he gone mad?' Brimsley thought. He dismissed the action until the dancing actually started. Instead of coming over to him and going deep in the forest to ask, he took the invitation to dance from a lady of the court who had been CLEARLY flirting with him since he arrived in the corner. As they danced, Reynolds smiled at the lady who he was dancing with. Brimsley actually felt his heart rip slowly as he watched the love of his life slip away from him. He felt dead inside. Numbness went to the ends of his fingers and became cold.
He subconsciously decide one thing for himself: it was a mistake to have come. So, he silently went into the palace and into his quarters. He plopped himself down onto his bed and just thought entire time. Why was Reynolds being...an asshole? He couldn't figure it out. Was it the complement that he gave him? Could he not handle complements like a normal person? His head was tight and vision was blurry. He wanted to cry but was he even allowed to cry? Had he been a servant to the crown for so long that he forgot how to think for himself? He drowned in his sorrows. Maybe. Maybe he had no idea of love and maybe he was a servant but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to love. He took his pillow and hugged it tightly.
This was going to be a rough night.
Hello again!
Thanks for reading chapter 2! I know it does feel a little bit rushed in some points and that's because I want to get to the part where their adventures aren't actually in the series. I really want them to experience the world around them and fall closer in love with every experience, so that's why I wanted to get the series part over. The next parts won't be so rushed and will primarily focus on their relationship with the help of Queen Charlotte (she ships it) and we'll find out in the next chapter whether Brimsley will forgive Reynolds, so stay tuned for more updates on our favorite helper bois!
Zee out!
(Can we just take a moment to honor our extreme shipper Charlotte? Like, she's the Queen literally and ship-wise)
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