Trapped In Hisstory

Clayton woke up all groggily, he felt the dizziness hit him as soon as he has woken up from sleep. It must be from the alcohol that he drank in the celebration. He was not the type to drink alcohol because he has a low tolerance for drinks like those. He only drank it because there was a part of him who wanted to be intoxicated and keep his mind away from the stares of the people looking at him. 

They probably do not even know who he was but their stares made him anxious and in the back of his head, the whispers grew louder, 'Oh, it is the son of a whore!' As that was all he heard, even from the servants of the palace when he was a child. The voices became normal, and he finally accepted the demons behind him, staying close to his ears.

The empty seat where his mother was supposed to be sitting in was taken so easily by another kingdom's ruler. There was nothing wrong with that, since his mother, The Royal Concubine, was never going to attend. Rotting forever in the Royal Glass House, waiting for her death.

He sighed, a very frustrated one. His mood has gotten worse so early...in the morning. It was already morning when...was it already morning? He turned his head to the side and saw light coming in his chamber from the window. 'Tsk, why is it opened so widely?' he thought.

The light coming from the window was hitting his face, and all he could do was squint because his eyes were hurting. He sat up and was about to get off of his bed when his squinted eyes widened when he saw someone the moment he sat up. 'A-are my eyes playing with me?' he thought.

He slowly turned and saw a man, a complete stranger, lying down on his bed. All throughout the night, he was sleeping beside a man he does not know. The expression on his face could not be explained as it went from shocked to weirded out to confusion and to...anger.

"Wh..at the hell?" he muttered and the man slowly moved, awakened from sleep. He turned, and his eyes slowly opened. 

His eyes began opening wide, but not as wide as Clayton did earlier. Clifford was just surprised to see that Clayton was already awake. He sat up and smiled. "Your Highness, I did not know you were already awa-"

"Who the hell are you?" Clayton asked with an annoyed expression on his face.

Clifford was cut off, and he went silent, staring at the prince dumbfoundedly, "Eh?" 

Clayton clicked his tongue and was even more irritated. "What do you mean 'eh'? Tell me who you are and why you are here!" he ordered.

Clifford got off the bed and stood. He took a few steps, approaching the prince who was yelling at him, but he understood why he was confused and grumpy. He was drunk that night, after all.

"Your Highness...after making me come inside your chamber, cry on me, pull me to your bed, you do not even remember me?" he said and acted as if he was hurt.

Clayton looked at him as if he was weird, but he could not take his gaze away from his puppy eyes. 'W-where did this innocent-face dog come from?' he thought. 

"Wait..."

'Your Highness...after making me come inside your chamber, cry on me, pull me to your bed, you do not even remember me?'

'You do not even remember me?'

'After making me come inside your chamber, cry on me, pull me to your bed...'

"I did what?!" he yelled after realizing what he said. He suddenly laughed, as if what the man was saying was absurd. "Are you accusing me of doing such embarrassing things? I will call the knights and throw you out of here!"

"You will?" he asked.

Clayton suddenly felt weird, 'What the hell, why did I suddenly hesitated?' he thought.

He averted his gaze. "Anyway, do not lie and tell me the truth? How did you come here and why are you in my bed?" he asked.

"Y-your Highness, please look at me," Clifford said and for an unknown reason, Clayton slowly looked at him just as he was told. "I am telling the truth, Your Highness." he said in a serious tone.

It almost convinced Clayton that he was not lying, but how could what he was saying be the truth? He would never ask someone to come inside his chamber! 

"It seemed 'someone' mistook me for a server..." Clifford said, and rubbed the back of his neck.

Clayton furrowed his brow. 'Server?' he thought.

~~~~~

"You there!" the prince called out in exclamation.

Clifford felt awkward with Clayton's finger, almost touching the bridge of his nose. "Yes, Your Highness..?" he asked.

Clifford was about to put down his hand but all of the sudden, Clayton pulled his finger away and open his palm while looking at the servant, "A drink! I-" a hiccup cut his words off, "I want a drink! Another drink!" he ordered and put his hand on his mouth, holding back the hiccups from being loud.

  "I said give me a drink. What are you waiting for?!"

  "Erm, I do not have any drinks brought with me, Your Highness."

"How could that be? Then go to the table! I saw a lot-" his words were interrupted by another hiccup, "of drinks in there!" he said.

"Your Highness, you are no longer in the room where the celebration is being held.

"Ohhhhhh!" Clayton muttered while nodding his head. 

The Prince tapped Clifford Lockhart's shoulder and giggle, "All right~ Thank you-hicc!"

~~~~~

Clayton's jaw almost reached the ground as his mouth dropped open. If only the floor could swallow him whole, then that would be great. Clayton wanted to mutter curses as he remembered what happened. 'In the name of Asteria, Clayton, what the hell were you doing...' he said inside his mind as he looked down at his feet, avoiding the man's face.

All the blood rushed to the prince's face, and his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. 'It is decided, you must never drink again...' he thought.

He slowly raised his gaze to the man who he ordered around inside his chamber. "I-I apologize. It was because of the alcohol." he said and pointed at the bottle that was lying on the floor.

For a few moments, he felt as though the bottle had a mouth and glaring eyes. "Ah, so now you are blaming me?" the bottle said, annoyed.

Clayton froze, and he blinked his eyes and there was no more face on the bottle. "I have gone crazy, so this is what alcohol does to people..." he muttered.

Clifford chuckled at the cute sight of the prince. "Your Highness, I hope that was not the only thing you remembered," he said.

'There is more?!' he thought, and memories kept flooding inside his head.

~~~~~

"What are you doing? At least open the door." he said to Clayton, "Do you think you are a ghost who can go past walls?" he added and the prince just grinned, his cheeks flushed with redness from the effect of the alcohol, making him hot.

Clayton grinned and chuckled, "Why are you red, I am the one drunk~ not you~" Clayton said and poked Clifford's cheeks.

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"If my mother was not such a bitch, if she was not so desperate to get laid by His Majesty, then both of us would not be suffering right now!"

"A courtesan, a prostitute! What did you expect from sleeping with the King and giving birth to a son? Power? All you received was shame and hate!"

"And now you are suffering...because you gave birth to someone like me."

~~~~~

Clayton stayed still, frozen on the spot as he remembered his rants. 'Clayton, you stupid-- You just told someone that you are a son of a bitch!' he thought. 

He panicked, but the panic subsided as his mood dropped. 'Of course, I bet he already knew, anyway. Everyone knows that I am the son of the King's concubine...'

He suddenly felt warmth in his hands and saw that the man in front of him was holding him. And all he could think of was the compliment he told him. One that he liked, one that he would remember.

---

"The moon is very beautiful."

"Hearing the words you say, it is obvious how low you think of yourself. You might think that you are insignificant, but there are others who would not agree with that."

"So tell me, who would even think of me as someone important?"

"I would."

"I love the moon."

---

Clayton stared at him, seeing the way he was dressed, it was obvious that he was a servant of the Howard Palace. "You..." he muttered. "Who are you?"

Clifford smiled. Although he took a liking to the prince, he cannot tell his identity just yet. He cannot tell him that he was from the House of Lockhart.

"My name is Clifford Hill, Your Highness."