Chapter 6 Ryker

TWISTED FANTASY.

Prince Ryker's Pov

A gold door with an exterior that screams sophistication, wealth, affluence, and importance.

The bedroom had gold curtains with a huge humongous bed. A coffee table and two chairs by the corner. A huge television on the wall with expensive Artifacts and luxurious pieces of furniture filled the room.

The room was cut in layers as there was a shelf filled with royal books, a wine bar, and a game centre with archery, swords, and guns.

A room fit for the mighty. A room that only those born with royal blood are fit to sleep in.

In that room, I lay in my exotic bed with my blindfold on. It's a sin to wake me up from bed no matter how late or important the message you're bringing to me is.

I yawned as the morning sun peeked into my room and I pulled my blindfold off.

I checked my golden vintage wall clock and it was 8:50 am.

"Shit!" I stretched my tired limbs and walked to the bathroom. My hair was packed to the back so I let the band down and turned on the shower.

My bathroom has glassy walls with a golden tub, toilet seat and even my trash can was golden.

I'm living the best life most of my peers dream about. After having my shower I wrapped my towel around my waist and peeked at the glass walls.

A wide grin spread across my handsome face as I stared at my reflection on the glass walls. I look too handsome for a man. I look beautiful with my long hair that stops at my hips.

I cut them from time to time but this time around I've been too busy to demand a haircut from my servants.

My high cheekbones, hard jawline, Muscular body build, rangy limbs, smooth skin, sapphire eyes and pink lips all looked perfect in the mirror. I'm not stupid not to notice when I walk around the Palace and the female servants act like lovesick puppies around me.

Standing under the shower the water fell making my skin sparkle and nerves to relax.

After bathing I cast one long-lasting look to my reflection and made a salute with my hand before walking to the bedroom.

I walked to the bedroom and I halted in action. My bedroom looks aired and squeaky clean. The bedsheets were changed, breakfast was served and the room was scented.

When did all this happen? They must have been waiting for me to leave before they attacked.

I left the shower running so I didn't hear when the servants got in and carried out their duties. Kudos to whoever did this because they were so fast and efficient.

I nod in approval and just then my most trusted bodyguard came into my bedroom.

"Good morning Prince." He bowed and knelt on one knee.

I shook my head with his formalities. We're more like brothers. Why does he have to be reminded every damn time to cut the bullshit?

"You can lick the floor to pay your respect." I teased.

He smiled. "You're royalty before we became friends. I can't disrespect you, young lord." He got up to his feet.

"Why are you here so early? Any bad news?" I asked, skipping through my closet and settling for simple black jeans and a pair of leather Jackets.

"There's good news and also bad news my Lord." He said with folded hands.

"Spill."

"The good news is the king and the Queen are coming back from abroad and the second is they want a portfolio of everything you have done when they were away." He said worriedly.

"You don't have to worry Philip. I'll fix this." I said unbothered.

Philip is in his late forties. He has been my Bodyguard since I was born and we have a great bond. He wore a black suit with black glasses and a black glove. He looked like the perfect cast for Men in Black.

Even though we are friends he's strict and stern. He makes sure I go to school and come back on time. But as I grew older he couldn't dictate to me because I'm Ryker.

I do what I want.

"I have to worry. You have been skipping school. Your grades aren't good and you better don't think of bribing the teacher because I won't condone such."

"You worry too much." I wore my clothes and stared at the mirror admiring the perfection that was Ryker.

"Yes, I have to worry. The king trusts me to leave you in my care and with strict instructions that you comply with rules and carry out your duties. You're the future and I'm ashamed to say this isn't the king I want you to be."

"Enough!" I gritted before slamming my hand across the mirror as it shattered to the floor and I glared at him.

"Fix my shit for the last time I promise. I'll take my studies seriously." I added and stared at my knuckles and the broken mirror.

I shouldn't have yelled at him but his words cut through me like a sword.

I didn't choose to be born to royalty so the pressure should be minimal. The shit tires the fuck out of me with what I must do or must not do.

It feels like I'm in bondage.

I get to breathe when they tell me to, eat, sleep and even marry!

I won't conform to anything because they are my parents. I'm Ryker. I have my life to live!

Philip sighs. "Fine! This is the last time. I won't do this for you again."

I brought out my knuckles and he brought his and we fisted and threw our hands in the air like old times.

He taps me at the back. "Get ready buddy your family will be arriving soon. I'll get the servants to light up the palace awaiting their return in Grand style." He walks out of the door.

I picked up my phone and turned on the notification. I had four hundred missed calls from my friends and some girls I've been playing around with.

I'm glad my family is coming back from their vacation but it means trouble.

I'm going to be watched like a criminal.

"I hate my life!" I threw my phone across the wall and it shattered into pieces with my hands clenched to the sides.

It's going to be a war...