[Fanfic] Beautiful (USUK, PG-13)
And here it is! Spoiled Rotten's sequel!
TITLE: Beautiful
ARTIST/AUTHOR: bukku_oosa
RATING: T for some things being mentioned that aren't quite child-friendly.
WARNINGS: Spades culture being sticks in the mud, lots of verbal abuse later on, "propriety" issues, body image issues.
PAIRING/S: USUK, Alfred/Arthur (America/England)
SUMMARY: Arthur looked at him, tears rolling down his cheek. “Alfred,” he begged, “Am I beautiful to you?” Fanfiction.Net Link
Yao was expecting the graceful return of his Kingdom’s ruler, the great doors of the castle swinging wide open as petals from the Saphira Roses growing in the castle gardens rush in from outside.
The tall young man would have the Great Pirate King Arthur Kirkland by his side-a majestic beauty, no doubt, should he believe the rumours that the pirate king was gifted with unrivalled beauty by the forest fairies, and regally, the two would approach him, pride emanating from Alfred like the rays of the bright golden sun as he presented his bride to his Jack, long-time adviser, teacher, guardian and friend.
There would be joy in the kingdom. Celebrations left and right as the months counted down to the young King’s birthday in mid-summer, where the sun would be high up in the sky, the sky would be the same shade as that of the King’s, and all would be well, so perfectly according to plan.
His Queen-to-be would no doubt pass his training with flying colours-he has to, since he was such an intelligent young man, able to outsmart bounty hunters and soldiers alike as he pillaged wild and free. Of course, Arthur would breeze through his studies-history of the Kingdom and whatnot, and Yao noted to himself, maybe touch up a bit more on etiquette and Queenly activities-embroidery, tea making, and being a host to parties. No doubt the pirate would have never been through such mundane things, but no matter. There were still six months to go. There is time for everything.
Yes, the Jack Wang Yao of the Kingdom of Spades had high hopes for his Kingdom, and he could feel it in his bones with every passing moment that came, the entire Kingdom counting down the minutes passing by as they all awaited the return of their King with bated breath.
Trumpets shook Yao out of his reverie.
The time has come.
With contained excitement, Yao briskly walked-Nobles never run, they simply glide across the floor. There is no need to rush, patience is a virtue, after all-down the spiralling staircase from his study in one of the castle’s towers, quickly making his way to the grand foyer, where he would wait for his soon-to-be-crowned King to come back home after two long weeks.
He stood with poise and grace at the foot of the centre staircase, the beautiful, large double-doors of the throne room behind him, glimmering beautifully in the sunlight that passed through delicately ornate stained glass windows in a soft hue of blue, dyeing the foyer a gentle sheen of their Kingdom’s national colour.
The doors opened, and he held his breath-wait.
“Alfred! You git! Put me down, I’m perfectly able to walk!” he heard someone yelling as the two large front doors opened, two servants rushing to open it for the person who opened them single-handedly from outside inwards-who else, but the King of Spades himself, His Majesty young Alfred Fitzgerald Jones, smiling brightly, brighter than the shining sun behind him, making him glow, his golden hair radiant and glowing, like a halo had been put on his head. He was dressed in clothes similar to the ones he had when he had left-a simple white shirt and black pants. On his shoulder slung his trusty musket, and at his waist was a rather large pouch that he knew held his King’s bullets and gunpowder, and a certain heirloom that he would certainly like to have back in the royal treasury effective immediately.
There was something unnerving, though, at least for Yao.
Nestled in Alfred’s arms in a bridal carry was a sandy-blonde-haired man, hair messy, tousled by the wind. The man was dressed similarly to Alfred, in a simple white shirt and black pants, but he had a silk ribbon tied around his neck-one of the markers of the Blessed. Yao noted that the man was missing a leg; in place of his right leg was a mahogany peg leg. He was beautiful, Yao had to admit, missing eye and all, a singular fiery green eye next to its partner hidden behind an elegant black velvet eye patch. The man’s face was like a doll’s, with skin like beautiful delicate porcelain, and, oh, what in Fantasia, he was being carried around by his King like they were married already!
“Your Majesty!” Yao yelled, face flushing in annoyance as he approached his King, a scowl on his face as he approached them, ruefully eyeing the beauty in Alfred’s arms, squirming around, trying to get out of his grip. “Please behave accordingly, you are to be King!”
“Cool it, Yao,” Alfred laughed, tightening his grip on the man, earning him a squeak of protest and renewed vigour. “H-hey, babe, you’re killing me here, quit acting like you’re the mermaid and not Dean.”
“Oh, shut it,” the man snapped at him, his arms wrapped around Alfred’s neck for leverage as he tried to break free from Alfred’s grip. “Don’t make me regret agreeing to marry you.”
Marry him? So this lovely specimen of a Blessed is Alfred’s chosen bride?
The oh-so-feared Captain Arthur Kirkland, King of Pirates and Seas?
Yao sighed. Unbelievable.
“Aw, babe, you know I lo-”
“Your Majesty,” Yao repeated, his tone firm and reprimanding, making the two blondes look at him, Alfred’s expression one of dismay and Arthur’s one of alarm. “Please unhand Captain Kirkland and act like the King that you are.”
Alfred pouted, but he lowered Arthur in his arms, who immediately righted himself, standing up straight after straightening out his clothes, smoothening them down with his hands (small, slim and pretty, he will be good in embroidery, Yao observed) and holding himself with an air of elegance.
“Much better,” Yao nodded, eyeing Alfred disapprovingly, earning him a withering look from the monarch. He turned his attention back to Arthur, giving him an appraising look. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Captain Arthur Kirkland.”
Arthur nodded, before curtsy-bowing. “Your Excellency,” he greeted, his head completely bowed. Yao raised his eyebrow. He was beginning to like this man already, but the question is, will he be enough?
“Rise,” Yao said instead of anything else, and Arthur did as he was told, an awkward look on his face as he and Alfred shared a look. “Now, I shall escort you to your quarters, Captain,” he told Arthur, before turning to look at Alfred. “I’m assured you can find your way to yours?”
“H-hey, can’t I stay with Arthur-?”
“No,” Yao cut him off firmly. “You are yet to be married, my King.” He glared at Alfred, who deflated slightly. Yao frowned inwardly. Alfred wasn’t like this before. Something changed him in these two weeks. He spared a glance at the pirate standing in front of him, before waving at Alfred dismissively. “I shall talk to you later, my King.”
His tone was final, and Alfred hung his head.
“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” he said, before turning to walk away.
“A-Alfred,” Arthur spoke up, and Alfred turned his head, his eyes brightening up slightly in anticipation to what his bride-to-be might say. “I, um,” he bit his lip, his cheeks flushing in a lovely manner.
It was a rather touching sight, but Yao is in more need of answers than bumbling lovers failing to talk to each other. He cleared his throat, and Arthur jolted slightly.
“A-ah, yes, um,” he gestured uselessly with his hands briefly, “I-I’ll see you at dinner.” He finally said, and Alfred deflated slightly. Clearly this wasn’t what he was expecting from his fiancée but it would have to do. He gave him a weak smile and nod, and Yao nodded.
“Yes, yes,” Yao said, “This way.” He said, tapping Arthur on the shoulder, catching his attention. The two lovers shared a look, before Arthur followed Yao up the right branch of the great staircase.
Alfred, head hanging, slowly made his way up the left branch, watching Yao and his bride disappear off into the corridor at the top of the stairs before going up his side to his room, the King’s bedroom.
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“I have heard many things about you,” Yao spoke up as he led Arthur into his room, before closing the door behind him. Quietly he watched the pirate take in his surroundings-an awed look was on his face, clearly his life was not of one with nobility or comfort, before clamping down his rather obvious excitement and delicately seating himself in a white armchair with blue upholstery and silver embroidery, where he could face Yao.
Yao silently approved. It was a good choice for Arthur to have chosen the armchair in lieu of the bed; it seems the pirate has rather good manners; he was graceful, too, his movements graceful despite the peg leg he had. Yes, yes. He may have the potential to be the Queen he was expecting.
“I hope there are enough good things in there to be salvageable, Your Excellency,” Arthur replied, gesturing at the armchair across him for Yao to sit down. Yes, a good host, even, Yao thought as he took a seat across him, nodding.
“I shall see that when the time comes,” he said, “I have been in correspondence with your cousin, Steve O’Malley?”
“Ah, yes,” Arthur nodded his head gently, once. Poise, very well done, Yao noted, “So he had told us prior to our encounter with the Kraken.”
“I have been monitoring your journey,” Yao said, leaning back slightly, yet his back was completely straight. “It seems to have been a tumultuous one.”
“Yes,” Arthur confirmed, “There were some… setbacks regarding Alfred, ah, His Majesty, having my hand in marriage.”
Yao smirked slightly at how Arthur corrected himself, but said nothing on it. “A slight disagreement with the Sea King, perhaps?” here, Arthur stiffened visibly, and Yao chose to not speak of it. “Do you think this will affect our nation in any way at all? After all, we do have a maritime army, not to mention we somewhat depend on the sea for livelihood…”
“It has been settled,” Arthur replied stiffly, “I doubt we will run into any trouble with the Sea King, or with any other Great Spirit, for that matter.”
“… I see.” Yao nodded after a while. “Well, I would like to talk to you about your training.”
“Training?” Arthur asked quickly. Yao raised an eyebrow. This was the first time the Queen-to-be broke his character, and at a time far too early in their conversation. He would have to be taught the art of conversation. For now, he let Arthur’s outburst be.
“Yes, training. You will be given the proper lessons in order for you to properly fulfil your duties as Queen; the history of the land, economics, horseback riding, especially side-saddling, and such,” he explained, and he saw Arthur’s beautiful green eye widening. “And of course, etiquette, and embroidery,” he paused, “Although I had heard from Steve that you already know how to do so?”
“Y-yes, I do know how to embroider,” Arthur replied, stunned at the list Yao was enumerating.
“Hm. I shall see if you are good enough.” He said, “Then there is socializing, conversation, how to be a good host, preparation of tea, yes,” he nodded. “There is still time before your wedding to His Majesty and your coronation. Six months, in fact,” he said, holding up six elegant fingers. “Surely you can make it through the training splendidly. I have high expectations of you.”
“Y-yes, of course.” Arthur stuttered, lowering his head in understanding, “I place myself in your most capable hands.”
Yao nodded. Yes, this was going to be interesting, indeed.
“Well, you must be tired,” he said, getting up. “You may rest for the time being. There are new clothes in the closet, and a maid will be picking you up later for dinner.”
“Th-thank you,” Arthur said, and Yao walked out the room, silently closing the door behind him. The moment Yao was gone; Arthur slumped back in his seat, exhaling a breath he was holding the entire time Yao was in the room.
“Bloody hell,” Arthur breathed, dazedly staring at the high blue ceiling for a moment, before pushing himself up and off the armchair to change. Pulling off his shirt and sliding it down his shoulders, he frowned as he thought about what lay ahead of him. “Queen lessons… what in Fantasia would they want me to learn there?”
Unbeknownst to him, a small gaggle of fairies floated outside one of his bedroom’s large windows, watching him with wide innocent eyes as they sensed the pair of wings that was magically hidden on his back.
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Yao was met with an ecstatic Alfred, smiling brightly like a child who received a Winter Festival present early, as the Jack stepped into his King’s room. Yao lifted a thin eyebrow at his King’s expression but said nothing as he slowly made his way to the plush blue armchair near the window.
“Well, well?” Alfred asked excitedly, “Isn’t Artie the best?”
“Alfred,” Yao bit out, his tone venomous, and the blonde monarch fell silent immediately, his happy expression immediately falling and he bit his lip. “You were never like this before.” Yao inspected the young man through his bifocals and grimaced. “You were a strong man, calm, collected and capable. Mature, a very fitting, proper King of this glorious Kingdom.” He shook his head, “And now, what is this? This… farce of a man you have become! You are not some little puppy trotting at the heels of some beautiful Blessed that had picked you up and coddled you!”
Alfred looked off to the side, looking remorseful, looking very much like the little boy the poor blonde had never become. Yao sighed and patted Alfred’s shoulder encouragingly.
“Well, there is time for change, as there is time for everything. The bride you have chosen seems appropriate.” Yao said, and Alfred’s expression brightened. “However, he will still have to go through training.” He said, lifting a finger to Alfred, and the blonde stared at him. “And, you, Alfred, are not allowed to meet up with him.” Alfred’s expression fell, but Yao clicked his tongue to keep the young monarch silent. “No, you are not allowed to, Alfred. Only during mealtimes, and no other times. Do you understand me?”
“B-but why not?” Alfred whined, as Yao pulled away from him to leave. “H-hey, Yao!”
“It has been the practice for years, Alfred.” Yao replied, simply, “It is but proper. Now, I think you are in need of rest?” Alfred limply stared at him, and Yao took his lack of an answer as one of affirmation. “Well, then. I shall see you at dinner, Your Majesty.”
Yao’s tone was final and the door closed before Alfred could let out anything coherent.
“… What do you mean, I can’t go see Arthur?”
And so! There we have it! The first chapter of the sequel!
Initially, this was just going to be a oneshot, but when I started writing, well, things sort of got out of hand. This part's pretty short, and I apologise for that, but I was doing a 200+ followers giveaway on my Tumblr.
The best case scenario is that this fic will be a two-shot, but I can't guarantee the exact number.
Until next time!
TITLE: Beautiful
ARTIST/AUTHOR: bukku_oosa
RATING: T for some things being mentioned that aren't quite child-friendly.
WARNINGS: Spades culture being sticks in the mud, lots of verbal abuse later on, "propriety" issues, body image issues.
PAIRING/S: USUK, Alfred/Arthur (America/England)
SUMMARY: Arthur looked at him, tears rolling down his cheek. “Alfred,” he begged, “Am I beautiful to you?” Fanfiction.Net Link
Yao was expecting the graceful return of his Kingdom’s ruler, the great doors of the castle swinging wide open as petals from the Saphira Roses growing in the castle gardens rush in from outside.
The tall young man would have the Great Pirate King Arthur Kirkland by his side-a majestic beauty, no doubt, should he believe the rumours that the pirate king was gifted with unrivalled beauty by the forest fairies, and regally, the two would approach him, pride emanating from Alfred like the rays of the bright golden sun as he presented his bride to his Jack, long-time adviser, teacher, guardian and friend.
There would be joy in the kingdom. Celebrations left and right as the months counted down to the young King’s birthday in mid-summer, where the sun would be high up in the sky, the sky would be the same shade as that of the King’s, and all would be well, so perfectly according to plan.
His Queen-to-be would no doubt pass his training with flying colours-he has to, since he was such an intelligent young man, able to outsmart bounty hunters and soldiers alike as he pillaged wild and free. Of course, Arthur would breeze through his studies-history of the Kingdom and whatnot, and Yao noted to himself, maybe touch up a bit more on etiquette and Queenly activities-embroidery, tea making, and being a host to parties. No doubt the pirate would have never been through such mundane things, but no matter. There were still six months to go. There is time for everything.
Yes, the Jack Wang Yao of the Kingdom of Spades had high hopes for his Kingdom, and he could feel it in his bones with every passing moment that came, the entire Kingdom counting down the minutes passing by as they all awaited the return of their King with bated breath.
Trumpets shook Yao out of his reverie.
The time has come.
With contained excitement, Yao briskly walked-Nobles never run, they simply glide across the floor. There is no need to rush, patience is a virtue, after all-down the spiralling staircase from his study in one of the castle’s towers, quickly making his way to the grand foyer, where he would wait for his soon-to-be-crowned King to come back home after two long weeks.
He stood with poise and grace at the foot of the centre staircase, the beautiful, large double-doors of the throne room behind him, glimmering beautifully in the sunlight that passed through delicately ornate stained glass windows in a soft hue of blue, dyeing the foyer a gentle sheen of their Kingdom’s national colour.
The doors opened, and he held his breath-wait.
“Alfred! You git! Put me down, I’m perfectly able to walk!” he heard someone yelling as the two large front doors opened, two servants rushing to open it for the person who opened them single-handedly from outside inwards-who else, but the King of Spades himself, His Majesty young Alfred Fitzgerald Jones, smiling brightly, brighter than the shining sun behind him, making him glow, his golden hair radiant and glowing, like a halo had been put on his head. He was dressed in clothes similar to the ones he had when he had left-a simple white shirt and black pants. On his shoulder slung his trusty musket, and at his waist was a rather large pouch that he knew held his King’s bullets and gunpowder, and a certain heirloom that he would certainly like to have back in the royal treasury effective immediately.
There was something unnerving, though, at least for Yao.
Nestled in Alfred’s arms in a bridal carry was a sandy-blonde-haired man, hair messy, tousled by the wind. The man was dressed similarly to Alfred, in a simple white shirt and black pants, but he had a silk ribbon tied around his neck-one of the markers of the Blessed. Yao noted that the man was missing a leg; in place of his right leg was a mahogany peg leg. He was beautiful, Yao had to admit, missing eye and all, a singular fiery green eye next to its partner hidden behind an elegant black velvet eye patch. The man’s face was like a doll’s, with skin like beautiful delicate porcelain, and, oh, what in Fantasia, he was being carried around by his King like they were married already!
“Your Majesty!” Yao yelled, face flushing in annoyance as he approached his King, a scowl on his face as he approached them, ruefully eyeing the beauty in Alfred’s arms, squirming around, trying to get out of his grip. “Please behave accordingly, you are to be King!”
“Cool it, Yao,” Alfred laughed, tightening his grip on the man, earning him a squeak of protest and renewed vigour. “H-hey, babe, you’re killing me here, quit acting like you’re the mermaid and not Dean.”
“Oh, shut it,” the man snapped at him, his arms wrapped around Alfred’s neck for leverage as he tried to break free from Alfred’s grip. “Don’t make me regret agreeing to marry you.”
Marry him? So this lovely specimen of a Blessed is Alfred’s chosen bride?
The oh-so-feared Captain Arthur Kirkland, King of Pirates and Seas?
Yao sighed. Unbelievable.
“Aw, babe, you know I lo-”
“Your Majesty,” Yao repeated, his tone firm and reprimanding, making the two blondes look at him, Alfred’s expression one of dismay and Arthur’s one of alarm. “Please unhand Captain Kirkland and act like the King that you are.”
Alfred pouted, but he lowered Arthur in his arms, who immediately righted himself, standing up straight after straightening out his clothes, smoothening them down with his hands (small, slim and pretty, he will be good in embroidery, Yao observed) and holding himself with an air of elegance.
“Much better,” Yao nodded, eyeing Alfred disapprovingly, earning him a withering look from the monarch. He turned his attention back to Arthur, giving him an appraising look. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Captain Arthur Kirkland.”
Arthur nodded, before curtsy-bowing. “Your Excellency,” he greeted, his head completely bowed. Yao raised his eyebrow. He was beginning to like this man already, but the question is, will he be enough?
“Rise,” Yao said instead of anything else, and Arthur did as he was told, an awkward look on his face as he and Alfred shared a look. “Now, I shall escort you to your quarters, Captain,” he told Arthur, before turning to look at Alfred. “I’m assured you can find your way to yours?”
“H-hey, can’t I stay with Arthur-?”
“No,” Yao cut him off firmly. “You are yet to be married, my King.” He glared at Alfred, who deflated slightly. Yao frowned inwardly. Alfred wasn’t like this before. Something changed him in these two weeks. He spared a glance at the pirate standing in front of him, before waving at Alfred dismissively. “I shall talk to you later, my King.”
His tone was final, and Alfred hung his head.
“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” he said, before turning to walk away.
“A-Alfred,” Arthur spoke up, and Alfred turned his head, his eyes brightening up slightly in anticipation to what his bride-to-be might say. “I, um,” he bit his lip, his cheeks flushing in a lovely manner.
It was a rather touching sight, but Yao is in more need of answers than bumbling lovers failing to talk to each other. He cleared his throat, and Arthur jolted slightly.
“A-ah, yes, um,” he gestured uselessly with his hands briefly, “I-I’ll see you at dinner.” He finally said, and Alfred deflated slightly. Clearly this wasn’t what he was expecting from his fiancée but it would have to do. He gave him a weak smile and nod, and Yao nodded.
“Yes, yes,” Yao said, “This way.” He said, tapping Arthur on the shoulder, catching his attention. The two lovers shared a look, before Arthur followed Yao up the right branch of the great staircase.
Alfred, head hanging, slowly made his way up the left branch, watching Yao and his bride disappear off into the corridor at the top of the stairs before going up his side to his room, the King’s bedroom.
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“I have heard many things about you,” Yao spoke up as he led Arthur into his room, before closing the door behind him. Quietly he watched the pirate take in his surroundings-an awed look was on his face, clearly his life was not of one with nobility or comfort, before clamping down his rather obvious excitement and delicately seating himself in a white armchair with blue upholstery and silver embroidery, where he could face Yao.
Yao silently approved. It was a good choice for Arthur to have chosen the armchair in lieu of the bed; it seems the pirate has rather good manners; he was graceful, too, his movements graceful despite the peg leg he had. Yes, yes. He may have the potential to be the Queen he was expecting.
“I hope there are enough good things in there to be salvageable, Your Excellency,” Arthur replied, gesturing at the armchair across him for Yao to sit down. Yes, a good host, even, Yao thought as he took a seat across him, nodding.
“I shall see that when the time comes,” he said, “I have been in correspondence with your cousin, Steve O’Malley?”
“Ah, yes,” Arthur nodded his head gently, once. Poise, very well done, Yao noted, “So he had told us prior to our encounter with the Kraken.”
“I have been monitoring your journey,” Yao said, leaning back slightly, yet his back was completely straight. “It seems to have been a tumultuous one.”
“Yes,” Arthur confirmed, “There were some… setbacks regarding Alfred, ah, His Majesty, having my hand in marriage.”
Yao smirked slightly at how Arthur corrected himself, but said nothing on it. “A slight disagreement with the Sea King, perhaps?” here, Arthur stiffened visibly, and Yao chose to not speak of it. “Do you think this will affect our nation in any way at all? After all, we do have a maritime army, not to mention we somewhat depend on the sea for livelihood…”
“It has been settled,” Arthur replied stiffly, “I doubt we will run into any trouble with the Sea King, or with any other Great Spirit, for that matter.”
“… I see.” Yao nodded after a while. “Well, I would like to talk to you about your training.”
“Training?” Arthur asked quickly. Yao raised an eyebrow. This was the first time the Queen-to-be broke his character, and at a time far too early in their conversation. He would have to be taught the art of conversation. For now, he let Arthur’s outburst be.
“Yes, training. You will be given the proper lessons in order for you to properly fulfil your duties as Queen; the history of the land, economics, horseback riding, especially side-saddling, and such,” he explained, and he saw Arthur’s beautiful green eye widening. “And of course, etiquette, and embroidery,” he paused, “Although I had heard from Steve that you already know how to do so?”
“Y-yes, I do know how to embroider,” Arthur replied, stunned at the list Yao was enumerating.
“Hm. I shall see if you are good enough.” He said, “Then there is socializing, conversation, how to be a good host, preparation of tea, yes,” he nodded. “There is still time before your wedding to His Majesty and your coronation. Six months, in fact,” he said, holding up six elegant fingers. “Surely you can make it through the training splendidly. I have high expectations of you.”
“Y-yes, of course.” Arthur stuttered, lowering his head in understanding, “I place myself in your most capable hands.”
Yao nodded. Yes, this was going to be interesting, indeed.
“Well, you must be tired,” he said, getting up. “You may rest for the time being. There are new clothes in the closet, and a maid will be picking you up later for dinner.”
“Th-thank you,” Arthur said, and Yao walked out the room, silently closing the door behind him. The moment Yao was gone; Arthur slumped back in his seat, exhaling a breath he was holding the entire time Yao was in the room.
“Bloody hell,” Arthur breathed, dazedly staring at the high blue ceiling for a moment, before pushing himself up and off the armchair to change. Pulling off his shirt and sliding it down his shoulders, he frowned as he thought about what lay ahead of him. “Queen lessons… what in Fantasia would they want me to learn there?”
Unbeknownst to him, a small gaggle of fairies floated outside one of his bedroom’s large windows, watching him with wide innocent eyes as they sensed the pair of wings that was magically hidden on his back.
---
Yao was met with an ecstatic Alfred, smiling brightly like a child who received a Winter Festival present early, as the Jack stepped into his King’s room. Yao lifted a thin eyebrow at his King’s expression but said nothing as he slowly made his way to the plush blue armchair near the window.
“Well, well?” Alfred asked excitedly, “Isn’t Artie the best?”
“Alfred,” Yao bit out, his tone venomous, and the blonde monarch fell silent immediately, his happy expression immediately falling and he bit his lip. “You were never like this before.” Yao inspected the young man through his bifocals and grimaced. “You were a strong man, calm, collected and capable. Mature, a very fitting, proper King of this glorious Kingdom.” He shook his head, “And now, what is this? This… farce of a man you have become! You are not some little puppy trotting at the heels of some beautiful Blessed that had picked you up and coddled you!”
Alfred looked off to the side, looking remorseful, looking very much like the little boy the poor blonde had never become. Yao sighed and patted Alfred’s shoulder encouragingly.
“Well, there is time for change, as there is time for everything. The bride you have chosen seems appropriate.” Yao said, and Alfred’s expression brightened. “However, he will still have to go through training.” He said, lifting a finger to Alfred, and the blonde stared at him. “And, you, Alfred, are not allowed to meet up with him.” Alfred’s expression fell, but Yao clicked his tongue to keep the young monarch silent. “No, you are not allowed to, Alfred. Only during mealtimes, and no other times. Do you understand me?”
“B-but why not?” Alfred whined, as Yao pulled away from him to leave. “H-hey, Yao!”
“It has been the practice for years, Alfred.” Yao replied, simply, “It is but proper. Now, I think you are in need of rest?” Alfred limply stared at him, and Yao took his lack of an answer as one of affirmation. “Well, then. I shall see you at dinner, Your Majesty.”
Yao’s tone was final and the door closed before Alfred could let out anything coherent.
“… What do you mean, I can’t go see Arthur?”
And so! There we have it! The first chapter of the sequel!
Initially, this was just going to be a oneshot, but when I started writing, well, things sort of got out of hand. This part's pretty short, and I apologise for that, but I was doing a 200+ followers giveaway on my Tumblr.
The best case scenario is that this fic will be a two-shot, but I can't guarantee the exact number.
Until next time!