forum Am I bored? Yes- do I wanna start a rp-? Also yes-

Started March 05, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Meg nodded, biting her tongue to keep from accidentally saying something that she would regret later.

He sighs and rushes past the guards. It…looked like he was crying. The guards followed him after nodding to the girl.

Aaron walks into the palace. “Mother! Father! I’m fine! Why do you constantly have to worry yourselves with me?!”

They look at him and frown. His mother speaks up, “My son…you are sickly…and you never know who could harm you! If you wish to speak with someone then you can be accompanied by a guard.”

Aaron shakes his head. “I don’t want people judging me just because they know I’m the prince! I want to make friends with someone who doesnt care! Who doesnt know my status!” He huffs and storms off to his room without another word.

Maybe he could explain to meg tomorrow…he just hoped his new found friendship wasn’t ruined…

Meg nodded in return to the guards and left shortly after they did. She hoped that Aaron, Prince Aaron, wasn't upset because of her. That’s what she had been hoping to avoid. A part of her had wanted to snap whether the apology had been for the guards showing up or because he hadn't told her that he was royalty.

As soon as she got back to her home, she went straight to her room and looked out the window.

Early in the morning, Aaron snuck out once again, looking extremely tired. He walks over to where he assumed she lived and knocks on the door. He sucks in a breath, adjusting his gloves.

Fortunately, Meg was a light sleeper so she heard the knock. She quickly grabbed a blanket and answered the door. “Oh, uh… What are you doing here so early?” she asked, keeping her voice down.

He sighs, keeping his voice to a whisper. “I just…wanted to apologize…for lying…and- just for any other inconvenience…” he frowns. “I…didn’t want you treating me differently just because i was royalty…”

Meg let out a slow breath and nodded. “Would you like to come in?” she offered, opening the door wider for him. “We can talk more privately.”

He nods, “Yes please…” he waits for a moment, then steps in.

Meg gives him a small smile and let the door close once they were inside. “Please, take a seat anywhere.”

He bites his lip, then sits in a small chair. It…seemed like he was trying to take up as little space as possible. He sighs. “I…understand if you’re upset with me…”

“I was… a little.” she admitted, pulling the blanket closer around her. “But now I… I think I'm just confused.”

He sighs. “Well…please ask any questions you want…ill try my best to answer them all…”

“Alright.” she nodded, taking a seat across from him. “I guess the first thing I want to know is… Why?”

He sighs, “I just…wanted to go out on my own…i do it a lot…and then i met you and you didnt know who i was and you- you didnt treat me like everyone does…the sickly prince who needs to be treated like porcilen…” he sucks in a breath. “I wanted real friends…”

Meg nods, listening to his answer. “I can understand that.” she assures. “Sometimes, I go out on my own too. Though I go out past the town when I want to be alone.” she admits with a soft chuckle. “I was concerned when you told me how bad your allergies were… But I don't really have many friends either.”

He sighs. “Its…not just allergies…” he mutters.

Meg nods again. “I heard the rumors that Prince Aaron was sick. All his life?” she asked, just wanting to be clear. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He sighs, resting his hands in his lap. “Yes…I was born incredibly sick and my doctors thought I wasn’t going to make it…but…I did.” He shrugs. “That’s why they named me Aaron…since it means miracle…” he shifts slightly. “Since it’s a miracle I’m still alive…”

Meg gives a soft hum. “Are you still sick?” she couldn't help but ask. “I’m sorry. There’s just so much talk that it's hard to know what the truth is.” she explains.

He shakes his head. “You’re fine…yes, I am still sick. But not as bad though. It seems that with age I have more and more good days.” His voice was becoming all to soft and quiet.

Meg smiles softly and gently reaches a hand towards his. “I’m glad for that for you.”

He blinks and looks at her. “R-really?”

“That you have good days? Of course.” she nods. “To me, that means you are getting stronger as you grow. I understand that your parents are scared for you but they need to look at what you are capable of instead of worrying about what might hurt you.”

He sighs, “That…on top of the risk of assassination? Our family has been worrying about that for generations…” he fidgets with his gloves.

“Well… That is something everyone in power worries about.” she admits thoughtfully. “All I can do is say that you are not in danger from me or my mother.”