His Touch (boyxboy) #1

Chapter 5- I'm what?

Tyler's POV

I walked around the ballroom double checking that all the table was set and everything was ready to go.
"Right, everyone clear out thankyou. You are released for the night" Thomas called from his position at the end of the table, he had a list in hand which probably had the names of everyone attending the meeting

It was all so new, Samuel never had meetings held in the palace
"come on" Whitney whined and tugged on my sleeve.
We made our way to the waiting quarters
"The rest of the peeps went to some stupid party" Whitney plopped down on the lounges

I never got invited to parties, I think Whitney did but she never really left the palace either.
I undone my apron my behind my back and gripped it in one hand.
I sat beside Whitney on the couch and gave her a look

"What?" She smiled and continued working on her puzzle of the prince.
I rubbed my cheek against my shoulder something I did when I was nervous.
"What was your life like before the palace?" I sat back into the lounge and folded my hands in my lap
Whitney let out a sigh and stood from her position and walked into the kitchen area
"did I-" I was cut off by Whitney coming back with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses

"I'm going to need some of the good juice before I can answer that question." I nodded and waited for Whitney to fill the glasses before I grabbed one and she sat back down by my side.
We sat in silence, drinking wine.
It was peaceful and Relaxing.

"Well." Whitney sighed
I looked at her, I was going to try my best to just let her speak and not inturpt. I was really bad at it
"I came into the palace when I was 20, as you know" I nodded in agreement.
Her birthday was 3 days after she arrived and never got a "happy birthday" from anyone in the palace

"Before I came here, well. I was a complete wreck. My mum and dad split when I was only 11. neither of them wanted the other to have custody of me. so I was in a constant game of ping pong between two parents that I loved oh so dearly."
She paused and took a large gulp of the wine.

"I reckon it was almost 3 years of the fighting, the lawyers and the neglect that I was feeling from both sides of my parents. My mum was a closet drinker, I knew because I could smell it on her breath 24 hours of the day. Until one day she came to pick me up from school, tears were running down her face and she had a whole bottle of gin between her fingers.
I refused to enter the car that day, I remember-"
Whitney paused and looked at me.
tears threatened to spill over her eyes

"You don't have to tell me I was just trying to make-" Whitney placed her finger on my lips.
"Ty. shut up." I nodded and leant my head on her shoulder taking a sip of more wine

Whitney cleared her throat and continued
"Mum got out of the car and couldn't even stand, I felt so small and afraid. The one person I trusted was falling apart at the seams infront of me, for a 14 year old its one of the most scary things you can witness. She slapped my face, for absolutely no reason. She told me that it was all my fault. but at the time. I didn't really understand" A sob fell from Whitney's lips.
I wrapped my free arm around her and gave her a squeeze

"My father had hung himself. Due to the constant abuse and threats from my mother that he could never win, I would never visit him and he was never a man. I guess he just broke into tiny pieces and couldn't take much more. I found out the truth 2 years later when some random on the street asked how I was after my father passed." Whitney sniffed and took another gulp of wine and let out a laugh

"So my skinny 16 year old ass walzed into the kitchen, screaming my lungs out. My mother had no idea I knew the truth. I screamed so loud that the police were called.
My mother just sat at the kitchen table crying because I told her that I knew my father was dead, because of her. not because of me. I was taken from her and placed into foster care.
Which I was ping ponged around that place too. I could never keep a stable family. I snuck out, I stole, I lied. You name it and I did it." I lifted my head and looked at Whitney. My mouth opened to say something but nothing came out.

"How did I end up here? Well on my 19th Birthday. I was shifted into another family, They weren't poor, but they certainly weren't rich.
I came to my senses when I was 18 that maybe I should give someone a chance. I should give myself a chance
I lived with this beautiful family for almost a year.
I kept myself in line. hell, I even attended church. Till one day. I was just laying in my bed cuddled up to this stuffed unicorn when the father burst into the room, absolutely plasted out of his mind. 'you get out of my fucking house' he roared.
I guess they found out the truth about my past and didn't like it too much. then, the mother came in, her name was Gill. She held a golden piece of paper in her hand and told me I was being sent to the palace for 'correction'"

Whitney sighed and plopped back into the couch.
I let out a sigh
"wow." I sipped on my wine
"I know right. What a fuck up I was."
I snapped my head towards Whitney

"You are not a fuck up! you're and amazing human" Whitney laughed
"I did say was" I nodded.
She did.
There wasn't much more said between us. I don't think much really needed to be said

"I think I'll head to bed." Whitney nodded and turned on the Tv and snuggled into the lounge

I rubbed my eye and kicked my shoes off in the doorway
I wasn't focused on what was laid down on my bed and sat down in the middle of it
I felt clothing under my butt
I looked down and moved off my bed again

There laid a red velvet jacket a black button down and some black jeans
A crumbled note was placed onto of the item of clothes
I smoothed the note out on my knee and flipped the piece of paper open

I need you in the ballroom at 9:45pm
-S

"Whitney?" I called.
I got a hum in response
"Come here." My voice cracked
I was nervous. who was s, how did they know where my bed was why did they want me

"Whats up- oh" She causously entered the room and looked at the note in my hand
"I need you in the ballroom.. ooooh" Whitney nudged my shoulder
"someone's got a secret admirer" Her eyebrows wiggled up and down.

I looked at my watch
9.30pm
I let out a sigh
I picked up the velvet jacket and placed it back down on the bed
"I don't even know who this is from!" I groaned at Whitney who was making her way out the room
"Well.. you're about to find out! get dressed" She smiled and slammed the door shut behind her

I pulled the shirt off my body and replaced it with the one from off my bed. I slid on the velvet jacket and removed my pants and slid the jeans up my legs.
I sat back on the bed and put my shoes back on.
I sighed and looked at my watch again
9:43pm

I groaned and walked back out to Whitney who was fast asleep on the lounge, I leaned over the back of the couch and gave her a kiss on the temple and made my way towards the ballroom.
I stopped short of the open door that led to the ballroom, chatter and yelling came from within
I looked at my watch again
9:45

It was now or never
I took at deep breath and looked down to the floor and walked into the ballroom.
I looked up and the room was full of people
The prince stood up on the stage that Was made earlier. He lifted his arm and pointed at me. I looked at his eyes.

"And that is the man I will marry"