The Crown Prince's Love

~Randy~

The bright light above my head pierced through my closed eyes. Where was I? I wondered as I tried to search for Desmond beside me, but the space was empty. My eyes fluttered open, and I scanned the room, looking for Desmond. He was nowhere in sight. Initially, the room appeared blurry, and I could barely see anything. However, on closer inspection, I realized I was no longer in Uncle Marcus's small room, instead, I was back...

Back in my room at my home.

I leaped to my feet and rushed out of the room, stumbling to the ground as I opened the door.

As I walked down the hallways, I saw someone heading towards me, but my vision was blurry, and it felt as if two people were running towards me. Gently rubbing my eyes, I looked closer and realized it was my mother. "Randy," she shouted, engulfing me in a tight embrace.

"Are you..."

"Mum," I burst into tears, hugging her tightly. "How are you here?" I asked.

She took my hand and guided me towards the living room, where everyone had gathered, including Noah and Sonnia. "Randy has woken up," she announced to everyone, and I revealed myself to the room.

Noah and Sonnia rushed towards me, enveloping me in a tight hug. "You stupid boy!" Noah shouted. "I thought something bad had truly happened to you, but here you are!" he exclaimed, hugging me tightly.

"My turn!" Sonnia shouted, pushing him away before hugging me. "I'm glad you're alright. I wouldn't be able to survive if something had happened to you."

"I am fine now, Sonnia," I reassured her, and she let go of me.

My father cleared his throat, and I looked up to meet his eyes. He stood up and approached me, causing my heart to pound in my chest, fearing he might do something.

"Newman, we promised not to do anything to him, and you have to honor that. Please..."

"Gina, please," my father pleaded with her before turning back to me. "How is it that a calamity occurred just a week after I sent you to your uncle's?"

"I... I don't know what happened, but... where is Desmond?" I interjected, noticing they hadn't mentioned him since my return.

Frustrated, my father sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong with you, Randy?" he yelled, grabbing my shoulder forcefully. "Why won't you learn? I tried to explain that this wouldn't end well for both of you!" He yelled again, pulling me closer.

"Do you realize the repercussions of your actions with the king after they discovered you killed one of them?"

I looked at my mother, siblings, Uncle, and Aunt Helen in the room. As our eyes met, they all looked away. It seemed like a significant issue, but my concern was solely Desmond. "Where is Desmond?" I shouted.

"Again with him!" my father yelled back.

"I'm discussing the mess you've caused, and you're asking about Desmond. Have you lost your mind?"

As my father shook my body vigorously, I started laughing, head bowed. When I raised my head, I screamed, "This is all your fault, father!" I looked into his eyes, unafraid of the consequences, blaming him for Desmond's situation. It was all because of him. "Father!" I shouted again. "If you had let Desmond and me be, none of this would have happened! If we had stayed here at home, he wouldn't have been attacked. None of us would have been attacked."

"Randy!" my father yelled, raising his hand and slapping me across the face. "When will you grow up?"

Tears streamed down my face as I raised my head to face him, bursting into laughter. "I don't care about any of this, Father, because I need to make sure Desmond is okay!" I screamed. "Whatever you say or do to me won't change that!"

"Randy!" my father yelled once more, and my mother intervened, standing between us and sighing deeply. "I hate seeing you two constantly fighting."

"Fighting? If my father hadn't opposed Desmond and me from the beginning, do you think any of this would have happened?" I retorted.

"Randy!" My mother shouted too. I frowned, clenching my fists angrily. Eventually, I exhaled, not wanting to argue further with my parents, solely focused on seeing Desmond and knowing how he was.

"Where is my boyfriend?" I questioned again, but the room fell silent. "Why is no one talking?" I demanded. "Did something happen to Desmond?"

Yet, no one uttered a word, and their silence was becoming increasingly infuriating. I sought reassurance in their eyes, hoping for comforting words, a sign that everything would be alright and that Desmond was safe. But met with continued silence, their stares seemed to convey a sense of impending doom. "Is he...?" My voice faltered. "Is Desmond dead?"

Still, no one replied. Their silence became my answer, and I collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down my face. "It's my fault." I murmured, my fingers clawing at the marble ground. "If only I had protected him, none of this would have happened. This is all on me, I'm to blame," I cried out.

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"I caused his death, and now..." I trailed off, head bowed, tears flowing uncontrollably.

My mother knelt beside me, pulling me into her embrace. "Calm down, son. Desmond isn't dead, but something has happened to him," she announced.

I pulled away, a frown etched deeply on my face. They all knew Desmond wasn't dead, yet they stayed silent, driving me to the brink of madness. "Why didn't any of you say something?" I yelled, frustration boiling inside me. Their silence threatened to unravel my sanity. "Where is he?" I demanded of my mother.

"I don't know how to explain this, son, but something unforeseen occurred to both you and Desmond," she said.

My frown deepened as I searched her eyes for answers. Her tears confirmed my fears.

I hung my head and pounded the ground in anguish. "What happened, mother?" I pleaded. "Please, tell me!"noveldrama

With a heavy sigh, my mother began, "When you were brought in two weeks ago, along with Desmond, the unexpected happened."

"Two weeks?" My eyes widened, and the realization that I had been separated from Desmond for that long hit me hard. "How... how could I...?"

"You was in a coma and Desmond..." She paused, sniffling. "Desmond is bound to a wheelchair forever!" The bombshell dropped.

My hands trembled as the news sank in. I didn't know whether to cry, scream, or rush to Desmond's side.

I remained on the ground, tears uncontrollably cascading down my cheeks, burdened by the crushing weight of guilt, knowing that everything that unfolded was my responsibility.