I was laid flat on my stomach on the bed, with Nicholas drawing something on my back, as he laid on his stomach beside me.

“What did I write now?” He asked as I hummed, smiling at him, having no idea that he was even writing something.

“Circle, line, dot?” I said cheekily, making him pinch my ass.

“Ow, no need for violence.” I get up from the bed, my legs like jelly and my stomach now making obvious, and unavoidable noises that I am now hungry.

Nicholas laughed, and then sat up on the bed and then grabbed his phone from the bedside table, his hair messy and in every direction but one as I tried not to stare.

“Has it been almost a week?” I looked outside and saw that it was raining.

After having that fight with Nicholas a few days ago, we haven't been out as much as I thought we would, instead, we lounged around, had sex, and ate inside and then repeated it a few hours later.

I had sex all week, like some teenager high on Red Bull, with a guy I was now seeing.

“Uh, Charlie, I might need to head back to the city sooner than we thought.” Nicholas said as I saw him get up from the bed from the corner of my eye.

“How come?”

Nicholas was butt naked, with marks all over his body that were similar to mine, apart from the nail marks on his back, which I totally forgot about but now that I saw it, I couldn't believe I did that to him.

What was I? Some sex-crazed animal?

I felt like one, especially with Nicholas, I hardly felt like myself.

“I'm going to shower in the next room, you can have this room babe.” He said, I stared blankly as he smiled handsomely and then walked out of the room.

There he goes again with the ‘babe’.

I didn't know when it started, but over time he had called me it rather than my actual name.

I used to hate cringe nicknames, but with Nicholas it wasn't annoying, in fact, I somewhat liked it.

I hurried into the shower and cleaned away all of Nicholas's cum the best I could, and then washed my body in soap and used whatever was there to wash my hair.

Minutes later Nicholas was coming into the bathroom fully dressed with his hair back to perfection as I was wrapping the towel around my waist.

“Hey.” He came over and kissed me, something he did a lot whenever he left a room and came back.

“I'm sorry about this, I said we'd have the week but I wasn't expecting to be back so soon.” He said apologetically, his fingers moving a wet strand of hair from my eyes.

“It's fine.” I smiled, and move past him to go into the bedroom to get dressed.

“I can start early in the bakery and get a head start.” I told him, as I started to put clothes on. “At Least I got time off, and had a good time for a change.”

Nicholas went quie, and watched me get dressed from the bathroom doorway, his arms crossed and his eyes deep in thought as he stared at me.

I wanted to ask what he was thinking about so hard, and why he had to go back so suddenly, but something stopped me, somewhat afraid of what he would say back.

“My dad's dying.”

I freeze, mid-button on my pants, and then turn my head to look at him, my eyes are wide and my mind blank.

Did he just say what I thought he did?

Nicholas smiled sadly, then moved from the doorway. “It's no secret from the public, we've known this day was coming soon, I just didn't know it would happen this soon.”

What do I say to that? His dad, the King of a nation was dying, and I couldn't find the words to console him.

“Why did you come here, if you knew?” I asked, slowly, regretting it the instant his expression changed.

“Why wouldn't I?” His brows furrowed, as his eyes turned distant.

“I've lived my whole life waiting for this moment, Charlie, and as much as the world expects it, I didn't want to stop enjoying my life just because my dad is sick.”

Nicholas then looked away from me and then walked away and left the bedroom without saying another word, and I knew I shouldn't have asked him.

The royal family was complicated, from what I've gotten from Nicholas, he doesn't get on well with his family, especially his dad, the King, and of course we all knew why, and I knew why.

His dad cheated on his mom, married his mistress and later his mom got ill and died with Nicholas and his sister by her side, it was all the nation talked about ten years ago.

I understood that pain, having lost my dad and my mom remarrying months later with a kid on the way, my half-sister Bethany.

I got dressed and then left the bedroom to find Nicholas and apologize, when I heard his voice downstairs, I saw that he was talking to somebody on the phone, and things didn't sound too good.

“I'm coming, alright?” Was the last thing he said, before the call ended, and he spotted me above the railings to the stairs.

“Cars here.” He said, smiling as he waited for me to come down.

“Nicholas, look I shouldn't have said that I-”

“No, please don't.” He stopped me, kissing me gently on the forehead, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

“You were just curious, and I was being insensitive."

"It's a stressful time and I don't regret coming here with you, so never apologize to me.” He told me, before kissing me again, this time on the lips, before there was a knock at the door.

There was a moment of silence, but Nicholas sighed and looked at me with eyes that displayed so much of his baggage, as they were filled with sadness and guilt.

“Charlie I know we're together now but… I need you to go back on your own.” He then says.

“There's two cars out front, one will take you home and the other will take me back to the palace.”

I knew it would be like this, but why did he seem like this was the end of the world for him? I wasn't so sensitive to how things were outside in the real world.

Nicholas had things going on, things I didn't understand but knew they were wearing him down, as he now had a large burden to carry with his dad being on death's door.

“It's ok.” I tell him, reaching out to hold his hand in mine, making him look at me. “We'll see each other, and things will be alright, I understand that now isn't the time for us.”

“Focus on your family, and we'll pick this up when it's a better time.”

“Charlie.” He tightens his hold on my hand, stopping me from moving. “Are you breaking up with me?”

I look at him and then smile. “No, of course not, I just don't want to be an extra burden for you to worry about right.”

Nicholas, with a stoic face just looked at me, as he loosened his grip on my hand, so I took a step back opened the door and left, and then walked over to the second black car parked outside the castle, with the driver standing with the door held open for me.

I got into the car and didn't look back, even when I knew Nicholas was following me, watching me, I at least wanted to go with a smile on my face before things got worse, and then we both ended this on a low note.

Nicholas tapped on the window of the car, making me flinch but turn my head to look at him.

He said no words, but his mouth moved and I understood completely, with people around all eyes were now going to be on him, and he was going to be having the worst time of his life soon, being seen with me would only make things worse.

Nicholas mouthed ‘I love you, Charlie’, and before the car drove off, I held my hand to the glass window and mouthed ‘I love you too’ back.

He stood there watching my car leave, his dad still alive, and the world a little less crazy, but I knew that nothing good would last forever.

If I knew then that this would be the last time I would see Nicholas, I would've said those words loud enough for him, and the whole world to hear them, but I never did…

Nicholas's dad died a day later, and that's when things became apparent that it would only get more chaotic from there, for Nicholas.

We never picked our relationship back up, and that was the last time I saw him, before he became King a few months after his dad's live funeral.

But did I regret spending time with him? No.

That old woman from my bakery was right, Nicholas was going to make a great King, and he was a great person, and even if our time together was short, I would never forget the time we spent together that week.

In bed like nothing else in the world mattered, but us.

(END OF PART 1
Part 2: His Royal Sweet Tooth)