Even after several weeks on this new schedule, my body is still putting up a fight with me. Am I hungry? Tired? Feeling healthy? I couldn’t tell you correctly because while my stomache might be grumbling, but everything I see is bland and unappealing. Sometimes when I go for my scheduled nap before work, my body will feign a high and suddenly I will feel like I won’t need one. Trust me, I will need it.
Recently people have asked if I had lost weight, in a flattering/impressed way, and when I said no, they note that I seem thinner. What?
But the highlight of it all was the other day when I slept for ten hours straight.
Body.. why you do this?
My family just put it to, if your body needs it then it needs the sleep. I, on the other hand, feel very panicked when I wake up after 3. For some reason my body has this unorganized thought of, “OH MY GOSH DID WE JUST DIE?!”
No joke, and to the less extreme I will feel very uncomfortable and disorganized for the rest of the day. Not saying it wasn’t a good sleep. I just don’t like being alive like that.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the proper next part to The Most Basic Story Yet.
Still on the first floor was a round of seats assembled, matching the room’s aesthetic, and waiting were his parents. Lounging with her feet up on the ottoman, his mother had her eyes closed with the sunlight pouring right on top. Her gentle chocolate curls shimmered in the spotlight, and long slender fingers moving ever so slightly to brush them. The rest of her was no different, having more of the appearance of a twenty-year-old than a near forty-year-old one. Still, the minute she could hear his footsteps her long lashes fluttered open and he was greeted with a disarming smile. It was hard to be annoyed by the servant while looking at her, the joy from just being near her was already intoxicating.
His father stood by, looking around in thought. His hair didn’t have much curl to it rather it took on volume for it’s beauty. It was cut asymmetrical and the left side showed off the man’s natural highlights. Dressed in a royal suit, small badges and awards twinkled together as he turned. His eyes don’t hold as much joy as his mother did, rather focusing on the boy uneasily.
When Lux came to them, he bowed swiftly from the waist. “Father. Mother.”
“My darling.” His mother whispered in glee. She raised her hand as high as she could, and he met her there to allow a soft caress of the check. They shared a brief smile together.
His father coughed. “Has everything been packed?”
Lux broke away from his mother. “Yes. Everything is packed. There is just one more thing to consider.”
His parents waited.
“I don’t want to go.”
His mother slouched further in the chair while his father took a steady breath, holding onto the chair as he did.
“This is not up for discussion Lux. You chose the school and now you must follow through.” His father answered sternly.
At his side, Lux balled his fists. “I didn’t know a bunch of nobodies were going to be there. I don’t want to deal with them.”
His mother gave him a sympathetic look.
“You don’t want to deal with them or what you had done?” His father snapped back, waving a finger in his direction.
“Them.” Lux said loud and quick.
His mother stood up and placed herself between them. “Gentlemen, please. This is no time for fighting. Haven’t we all done enough of it?”
His father shot him a hard look. “I’m not sure. Lux?”
Lux shot the hard look right back, his rage boiling his insides. “I am not forcing anyone to do anything. It was their choice-”
“You are the reason they were sent here!” His father stepped past the mother and came right to Lux’s face, not mercy and sympathy anywhere on his face. “Your words have much more power and you know that.”
On his face, a grin broke on it. Slippery and sly, Lux leaned away from his father. “Anybody can sing, but it takes a real musician to get the crowd going.”
A hard slap echoed in the chamber and Lux stumbled back.
The mother instantly repositioned herself in front of her husband, frantically looking back at her son. “Antun, Antun! We mustn’t hit. He is egging you.”
“He knows better.”
The grin on Lux’s face slightly disappeared, the stinging sensation spread across his face and the feeling of cold metal pricking his nerves. His body curled itself but at the same time tried to position it to attack back. The sensation of want raced through the boy at lightning speed, sparking nerves and sending distant memories to his brain. He covered his mouth and looked at his parents.
The doors to the gallery burst open with a gust of wind rushing in past the two people entering.
“Princess Antonela Aklina Vitezic, your majesty.” The servant bowed and quickly vanished, closing the doors.
A small girl walked to the King, her dark hair flittering around her shoulders by the gust of wind. She smiled brightly at him, her chocolate eyes warm to the sight. The dress she had on was bright yellow and slowed around her ankles, which had a pair of shorts seen underneath when the girl spun around. When she was done she bowed playfully and laughed, her father joining her.
“Ela.” He embraced her in a small hug.
Ela turned to her brother slowly retreating to the wall. “What are you doing Lux?”
He rolled his eyes and removed his hand from his mouth, licking his lips for any blood. “Just speaking my mind, that’s all.”
Ela shook her head and pulled him away from the wall. He didn’t try to resist. She looked between the two men with a smile. “I heard the slap.”
The room went silent. Their mother sucked in a harsh breath.
“It was nothing.” Lux corrected standing straight. “Don’t worry yourself about it.”
Ela laughed into her hand. “I wasn’t. Knowing you, you probably deserved it.”
The parents suppressed a smile from their faces, just barely.
“Be nice you two.” Their father squeaked out.
Taking the mother’s hand, the parents made their leave in silence. The children watched as they go.
The rose bushes shined in the afternoon sun with an army of gardeners surrounding them. Manned with thick gloves the heavily concealed bushes were thinned out so they weren’t so round, a courtesy for the king.Beads of sweat dribbled down the men’s faces, the brim hats barely keeping the heat off them. Every time a rose bush had to be added to the row, two burly men struggled to pick it up. Their lugnut arms struggled with the twenty-pound plant. Amid it all, no one noticed the young man on the balcony above them watching them. His dark bangs curled into his face, but he didn’t bother to fix them. He also didn’t bother to move when he was addressed to.
After a moment, someone behind him in the room cleared their voice. He slowly turned to the servant.
“Sir, your parents are waiting for you in the south gallery.” The servant bowed to him from the center of the room.
The young man sighed and turned back to the rose bushes. Nothing had changed, the workers hardly working in his eyes.
“They make it seem like it’s so hard to plant the roses. My family and I use to do it when we were small. Hardly a strenuous task for these many men.”
He waited for a rebut from the servant, for them to excuse the workers on the account of the massively different weight. The roses his family had planted were mere seedlings and at best just juveniles compared to the mammoths his father had order to replace the chrysanthemums. Yet after not hearing anything, he quickly turned around. The servant was steady in their stance. In their face, the mouth was a complete a straight line. A tight straight line like they were barring down in order not to say anything.
He abandoned the balcony with a grin, his eyes sparking with a sudden rush. “Don’t you think they’re just being dramatic. I mean how hard can it be, picking up some roses?”
The servant took a solid breath, and the young man’s heart bounded to hear the response,the complaint must be on their tongue.
“Lux, the King has requested for you in the gallery. I wouldn’t have him waiting.”
Excitement soured into rage. The servant showed no interest in the conversation, a feat towards his time working with the family.
Lux sighed heavily. “You’re absolutely the worst. There’s nothing to gain if you don’t live a little.”
Once again,the servant had no answer. Lux gave up and exited the room. The halls were mostly empty with most servants setting up dinner somewhere else in the large estate. The ones that were around refused to make eye contact with the young man, most hurrying away to another chore. Down a flight of stairs ,across a veranda the young man came to a large domed building. Solid white on the outside, inside it was vibrant with solid colors and white wood trimmings. Eloquent art hung from its walls ranging from large ceiling to floor oil paintings to tiny sculptures in display cases cemented to the floors. As tradition went, the gallery was a large open building with the second floor wrapping around the main opening. No matter where you were on the first floor, the intricate painted ceiling circling the automatic skylights could be seen. On the second floor, the fine details of the painting could be seen from below. Lux didn’t get to the second floor.
“Prince Lucijan Alojoz Vitezic, Your majesty.” A servant announced.
***AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you can’t pronounce his name, that’s the point. Just call him Lux, or trouble. Time to meet the rest of the fam-fam! ***