Belonging to the Kings- Book I

Childhood (5.6)

POV- Third Person

A mindlink broadcasted to the five had woken them up from the deep slumber.

The brothers were up early to kick start their day with training, they had been slacking the past few days as claimed by their King. Hence needed to get back to their routine of exhaustive exercises and physical combat skill practice.

It was before dawn, the five were ready in their workout shorts, but none left the room.

The boys now stood surrounding Renessme who was still in bed.

Ceaser uncomfortably, moves from one leg to the other, scratching his shoulder, "I swear it isn't my turn man! Just because I'm the youngest you pull this on me" he said whisper yelled at his brother.

Smirk lay on Masons face, "Go ahead, we're late."

Ceaser moves closer to her head, brushes his left hand on her cheek, "Darnit! Esme....Esy, wake up. come on, we're late. Open your eyes."

A groan is heard and the next instant her face is covered with the warm white duvet.

Ceaser coos, "Dad will kill us Esme. Come on now, we're already late."

"Leave you ass" a muffed scream is heard from under the duvet

Rolling his eyes Mason slips under the cover and pulls her to his chest, "Esme, fathers already furious, don't make it worse for us. Get up, okay?"

While scratching his arms although the drowsiness not leaving her voice, "Go, or it'll get worse" And her heartbeats becomes stable again.

Jason rubs his face, "Move now or You'd regret it Renessme," states rather calmly.

She moves closer to Masons, "Hmmm.. warm" cuddling into her pillow.

Mumbling "Fine" he rushes out of the room.

There isn't a movement from her end, and in a few second she springs up with her mouth gasping, not comprehending of what just happened.

"Asshole! You ruined the bed. I'm all wet Jason, thanks to you." She rushes out of the bed, making her way to the bathroom in order to get rid of the wet clothes.

The boys just stand there amused, Mason high fives his twin, "She's wet because of you brother."

They all burst out laughing, Titus is the only one who waits for her to change into dry clothes, while the rest head to the field to start the warm up.

She's out wearing a crop top and leggings, when she attempts to walk out the door, Titus grabs hold her arm.

Attempting to wiggle out of his grasp, she rolls her eyes and grabs her jacket, while patting Hail that was still lay on the ground rather lazily.

Both make their way down to the backyard. She holds on to Titus's shirt from the back, hoping he'd just drag her to the final destination. Tugging on the hem of his shirt, "Why are you torturing me? I'm not even needed there. You trained without me for years. Why would you suddenly need me there? Let me go back to bed Ty" she pleaded.

Her pleas fall on deaf ears, "fine! Get ready for my mood swings today." She snarls and walks past him to the bench overlooking the forest cover.

The brothers sense her annoyance, smiling her, they make their way back to combat training.

Renessme looks over her shoulder, her legs itching to move. She cautiously gets up, placing her jacket on the bench and moves towards the trail hoping to find way to the old ruins in the middle of the jungle.