This chapter was edited on September 26, 2018
Prince Lucas was beyond nervous. Nervous didn't even tell the whole story. Nervous was scraping the surface of the ice cream sundae.
He was in a full-out panic attack.
He was to meet the Brent Lucas in three minutes. He was just a ball of anxiety at this point. After all, what had the green-eyed boy told him about Lucas?
What if he told him about how rude he was during breakfast and now chef Lucas thinks he's a brat?
Well, to be fair, he is a brat. But he didn't want Chef Lucas to know that.
So there Lucas sat, in the dark. Yes, in the dark. He stepped into Chef Lucas's office a bit early and realized that the chef wasn't there yet. So, he promptly turned the lights off and sat in a chair in the far corner of the room and waited.
Why did he do that? He wasn't so sure either, to be honest.
He sat there for a good ten minutes, well after the time they were supposed to be meeting. He was about to just leave when the lights flickered on around him.
Lucas looked up and found his eyes drawn to shimmering emerald ones. The green-eyed boy smiled when he saw Prince Lucas. The prince's eyes then flitted down to the platter in the boy's hands.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said in that deep voice that startled Lucas no matter how many times he heard it, "I heard you liked lobster, but it takes quite a while to make it. Quite amateurish on my part" he said, placing the plate on the desk and sitting in Brent Lucas's chair.
He sighed for a second before gesturing him over, "You can bring your chair over here to the desk if you want. And dig in, of course."
Lucas, startled at the forwardness of it all, hesitated and then scooted his chair awkwardly up to chef Lucas's desk. They stared at each other for a second, until the boy spoke up again.
"Are you gonna eat it or..."
"Where is Chef Lucas?" Lucas couldn't help but ask. This whole situation was awkward and he was thoroughly confused.
"Chef Lucas?" The boy asked. He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at his lips, "He's sitting at his desk"
***
Brent saw the shift in Prince Lucas's expression and couldn't help but laugh. Prince's Lucas's face turned to that of shock, and then confusion, and then finally disbelief.
"B-but-" the prince sputtered, "You're like... my age?"
"Am I?" Brent leaned back in his chair, "How old are you?"
Lucas shook his head, "I'm-I'm 21 now"
"Ah, see, I'm 24" Brent beamed, "I'm older than you by a lot"
"But you're not a world-renowned chef!" Lucas leaned forward. Brent was surprised at how he had yet to touch his lobster.
"Maybe not in my world, but in yours, I am apparently" Brent shrugged, "According to the oracle that chose me to be your head chef I guess"
"Th oracle chooses the chef?" Lucas said with a raised eyebrow, voice laced with doubt
"Apparently so" Brent tilted his head to the side, "Well, not technically. Roth told me that the oracle chooses who is best fit to be by your side. That's why the Oracle chose Roth as your father's personal chef"
"So you're meant to stay by my side?" Lucas said and, to Brent's surprise, a small tint of red crept its way around the prince's nose area.
"In sickness and in health. I should probably formally introduce myself now, I guess" he stood up and held out a hand, "Pleasure to meet you, Your Highness, my name Chef Brent Lucas"
Lucas didn't stand or shake his hand, he just rolled his eyes, "The pleasure is mine, Chef Lucas"
Brent sat back down with a laugh, "I surprised you, didn't I?" he grinned, "You thought I was an assistant and I turned out to be the boss the whole time!"
"Shut up" Lucas scoffed, not bothering to speak formally anymore. However, the corners of his mouth tilted upward without permission, "I should've known. Did you know you're a terrible liar?"
"Really? Because you sure believed my terrible lie for a whole two days" Brent leaned forward teasingly
"I should've known" Lucas shook his head, "You can't lie to save your life"
"Let's hope I'll never have to" Brent sat back in his chair again, "Now that that's out of the way, why don't you eat your lobster. Your butter is hardening already"
Prince looked down confused for a second before he seemingly remembered that his favorite food was made perfectly well right in front of him.
"I..." The prince seemed lost for a second, "I don't have anything to break the shell with"
"Ah, I forgot to get you a cracker," Brent rose and walked around his desk, "I must've left it sitting on the count-"
And just then, Brent tripped over his own shoelace and crashed to the ground. His landed painfully on his knee and, unintentionally, a very low animalistic growl erupted from his throat.
To his surprise, Lucas was kneeling down the second he fell with worry etched into his eyebrows. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Brent groaned, sitting up and rubbing his knee, "Just my knee I think," he said through gritted teeth
"You sound like you're not okay," The prince said, his voice growing softer.
"You worrying about me, princess?" Brent grinned through his pain, "I'll just put an ice pack and go to bed. Nothing serious, I'm a clumsy man"
"You are..." Lucas nodded, "Also, did you just growl?"
Brent didn't answer, he just looked at the prince in shock.
"Like... like a dog?" Lucas continued, "You just-"
Did he just growl? Everything moved quickly and he was on the ground so fast, he couldn't remember if he did growl or not.
"Am I doing that thing where I'm forcing you to tell you personal information again?" Lucas bit his lip, sheepishly
Brent wore a similar expression, "Just a little bit"
"O-oh okay." Lucas lowered his head slightly, "Sorry. I hope we can forget all that, Chef Lucas"
"You know, I know you like to hear your name, but you can just call me Brent if you really want to," He said. Once again, without really thinking it through, he pulled back a piece of Lucas's hair and put it around his ear, "I mean, I don't know if the almighty Prince Lucas could even be bothered to remember my first name"
Lucas grabbed the chef's hand with a laugh, "You can just call me Lucas"
Brent's eyes widened, "Absolutely not"
"Really?" Lucas stood up gracefully and dusted off his knees. He looked down a Brent with the heir of a king, "Then I command you as Prince Lucas, fourth prince of the Southern Kingdom and second in line for the throne" He held a hand out
Brent took it after rolling his eyes and the prince gingerly helped him up. Brent stared down at Lucas with a grin, and the prince still glared at him.
"Fine," Brent said, bowing comically low and making Lucas laugh "As you wish,"
The prince beamed, finally getting his way. Brent stood back up tall and couldn't help but smile at how cute the prince was.
"Lucas"