Sweetly Elite (Part 2)- Fantasy AU
Title: Sweetly Elite
Genre: Fantasy
Pairing: None yet, implications of something in the future.
Ratings/Warnings: PG
Summary: It's time for Prince Ian to take the throne and become the crown king of his kingdom. To do that, however, he must marry another royal. A nearby kingdom has offered a child Ian's own age to become his spouse. Unluckily for Ian, that child is actually a boy. Prince Anthony is nice enough, sure, but Ian can't marry another man! He sends Anthony back home.
However, far off in the distance the hooves of war are clicking near. The Elixor Empire are coming to kill Ian and take over his domain and he's not strong enough militarily speaking to defend himself. He needs help and fast. Suddenly marrying Prince Anthony isn't just a requirement, it's a life line, and it's a risk Ian needs to take to save his people.
A/N: Thank you to cherryred94! For her wonderful ideas! Again, I just want to apologize for the darkness that happens in this chapter but I saw it as a fit way to start the war. Beta-'d and edited by cryaoticisbest THANK YOU SO MUCH! ●﹏●
Ian scowled as he heard heavy footing making it’s way up the garden path, yet he dare not raise his eyes to look at his father. He’d experienced many times where his father had been angry. Though, Ian had potentially just ruined one of the highest power alliances there could’ve been between all relevant kingdoms. This was bound to leave him under ignoring conditions for a couple of days.
His father approached him and leant down in front of him, his eyes soft, “I hope you’ve realised what you’ve done. I hope you’ve realised you’ve almost ruined the reputation of this kingdom in their eyes. One day I’ll hope you’ll learn to look through your eyes with all the qualities a king should have. But I have no hope.”
His father rose and looked toward the one rare white flower Anthony was admiring earlier. Ian looked toward it, it was just beginning to bloom, covered in dew so the moon reflected off it’s early petals.
Ian watched as his father walked back down the path, back inside the castle. His mother remained.
“Mother! I-” Ian began, desperate to defend his case.
“No Ian. Just...just go to bed.” His mother walked slowly toward the door shaking her head, Ian could’ve sworn that he saw her wipe off a single tear.
Ian looked to the side, licking his lips and shaking his head. He wasn’t sure what to think. Guilt wasn’t anything he often felt. Though he did think back, was he too harsh on Anthony? Did he technically damn his kingdom?
Probably not.
Ian was unwilling to accept any responsibility for what he just did. It had never been any fault of his own, why should it be his fault now? He simply voiced his opinion and nothing less. Honesty is a virtue, he was simply being nice in his own personal way. If anything Anthony should’ve been flattered by Ian’s blatant honesty toward him.
Ian rolled his eyes and sighed, feeling embarrassment for all the people who didn’t understand how nice he was being.
Ian retired to his room for the night after looking toward to the white flower once more.
***
A scream, crying, sobbing. Hysterics.
Drip...drop. Drip...drop.
“No! No!”
Fingernails across the floor, gripping, hanging on tightly.
Ian awoke slowly, irritated at being disturbed. Slowly his ears adjusted, his mother’s crying.
Ian’s eyes widened, what was happening? Ian swung his legs off the end of the bed and slowly approached the door, alerted by the sudden silence apart from a quiet crying. Ian placed his hand on the door handle, slowly pushing it down and feeling the lock click, what? Why was his door locked? He didn’t lock it. Creaking the door open slowly, he poking his head out the door and looked down the hall to be greeted by a disturbing sight. Guards strewn across the hall, many with daggers left in their chests or necks, some bleeding profusely, all dead. Ian’s breath caught as he located the source of the crying, being down the hall. His parents bedroom. What had happened? Why had he not been woken up by what he could only presume was the climax of the commotion? Being a coward it took Ian a while to work up enough courage to walk down the hall into his parents room, carefully avoiding all the corpses, in a state of shock.
Ian entered the room. It was dark and ominous. Directing his attention to the bed his saw his mother, face buried in her hands, sobbing her heart out.
“Mother?” Ian mumbled, walking unsteadily forward.
“Ian! My lovely, lovely boy. My lovely grown boy. Beautiful, safe. Alive. Darling, sweet heart. My lovely blue eyed boy.” His mother mumbled incoherently, Ian sat down on the bed moving toward his mother, taking a hold of her, pulling her into a hug, as if instinct. She hid her face in the crook of his neck murmuring non-sensical sentences.
***
The teacup his mother held shook and rattled against the small plate it was being held on.
“I suppose if anything I should tell you now.” She said, looking into Ian’s eyes. He held a stern look on his face. An underlying lace of confusion. Too full of pride to show his true feelings.
“That would be a good idea. As I still don’t know where Father has gone.”
“Well, long ago we made a sworn enemy, the Elixor. It was a argument that was between your great grandfather and their kingdom, the Elixor vs. Saphiricals. We refused to help them when they were in the need of help because we were too caught up in our own affairs. Their city was torn to shreds. They swore they would take revenge when they could. We thought they were lying since we heard nothing of them.”
“And?” Ian replied, blankly.
“Well, yesterday was the day their union fell all those decades ago. They came in and took your father. Three of them against seventeen guards. It all went by so quickly. They were planning to take you as well, but your father was too quick for them to get to you. He locked your door and swallowed the key so only you could open the door from the inside, they came up the stairs and grabbed hold of him. I didn’t know what to do. I’m just so glad you’re safe.”
“Basically you are saying you were useless.” Ian snarled, the shock begin to rattle through to his bones.
“What?” His mother exclaimed, looking hurt.
“You did nothing? Absolutely nothing? you’re useless! You must be the worst mother in the world, now what are we supposed to do? Sit back and wait for our empire to fall like theirs once did?”
“Don’t be difficult Ian!” His mother barked, anger flying through her voice. Ian rolled his eyes. “You ruined our chance of an alliance which could help us in a situation like this one. Now is your chance to prove yourself to your citizens as a worthy king. Valid of their praise. Go check on the military, gather them, see what we have. I’ve made some calls, they should be expecting you.”
Ian rolled his eyes for what was the millionth time this morning and walked to the stables, looking for his horse. As he rode through town many people bowed to him and wished him well. Though as always, Ian didn’t feel a thing. His father was missing and that’s pretty much all he cared about, but was it really? Did he really care? Probably, the thing is, Ian just wasn’t okay with being pushed about like a child. Go check on the military? Pfft.
Ian climbed off the horse as he arrived a the base only to be greeted by a very tired looking man. Large, muscular but tired.
“Sire. We’ve been training them since this morning. They’re fit young men, very good at what their doing but we have not nearly enough to take on an empire.” The man spoke, looking over his shoulder.
“How many do we have?” Ian spoke grimly, expecting the worst.
“Around 700 men. We’e going to need help from a fellowship or I fear for us.”
Ian knew this meant only one thing. One thing that he couldn’t possibly accept. He’d sent him away, he wasn’t to do this. Though...they did have the strongest empire. The Crystaleze. He wasn’t sure he could do this. But his home, his kingdom depended on this alliance. It didn’t need to mean anything though. It only needed to be done. He needed to win this war, nothing more.
Genre: Fantasy
Pairing: None yet, implications of something in the future.
Ratings/Warnings: PG
Summary: It's time for Prince Ian to take the throne and become the crown king of his kingdom. To do that, however, he must marry another royal. A nearby kingdom has offered a child Ian's own age to become his spouse. Unluckily for Ian, that child is actually a boy. Prince Anthony is nice enough, sure, but Ian can't marry another man! He sends Anthony back home.
However, far off in the distance the hooves of war are clicking near. The Elixor Empire are coming to kill Ian and take over his domain and he's not strong enough militarily speaking to defend himself. He needs help and fast. Suddenly marrying Prince Anthony isn't just a requirement, it's a life line, and it's a risk Ian needs to take to save his people.
A/N: Thank you to cherryred94! For her wonderful ideas! Again, I just want to apologize for the darkness that happens in this chapter but I saw it as a fit way to start the war. Beta-'d and edited by cryaoticisbest THANK YOU SO MUCH! ●﹏●
Ian scowled as he heard heavy footing making it’s way up the garden path, yet he dare not raise his eyes to look at his father. He’d experienced many times where his father had been angry. Though, Ian had potentially just ruined one of the highest power alliances there could’ve been between all relevant kingdoms. This was bound to leave him under ignoring conditions for a couple of days.
His father approached him and leant down in front of him, his eyes soft, “I hope you’ve realised what you’ve done. I hope you’ve realised you’ve almost ruined the reputation of this kingdom in their eyes. One day I’ll hope you’ll learn to look through your eyes with all the qualities a king should have. But I have no hope.”
His father rose and looked toward the one rare white flower Anthony was admiring earlier. Ian looked toward it, it was just beginning to bloom, covered in dew so the moon reflected off it’s early petals.
Ian watched as his father walked back down the path, back inside the castle. His mother remained.
“Mother! I-” Ian began, desperate to defend his case.
“No Ian. Just...just go to bed.” His mother walked slowly toward the door shaking her head, Ian could’ve sworn that he saw her wipe off a single tear.
Ian looked to the side, licking his lips and shaking his head. He wasn’t sure what to think. Guilt wasn’t anything he often felt. Though he did think back, was he too harsh on Anthony? Did he technically damn his kingdom?
Probably not.
Ian was unwilling to accept any responsibility for what he just did. It had never been any fault of his own, why should it be his fault now? He simply voiced his opinion and nothing less. Honesty is a virtue, he was simply being nice in his own personal way. If anything Anthony should’ve been flattered by Ian’s blatant honesty toward him.
Ian rolled his eyes and sighed, feeling embarrassment for all the people who didn’t understand how nice he was being.
Ian retired to his room for the night after looking toward to the white flower once more.
***
A scream, crying, sobbing. Hysterics.
Drip...drop. Drip...drop.
“No! No!”
Fingernails across the floor, gripping, hanging on tightly.
Ian awoke slowly, irritated at being disturbed. Slowly his ears adjusted, his mother’s crying.
Ian’s eyes widened, what was happening? Ian swung his legs off the end of the bed and slowly approached the door, alerted by the sudden silence apart from a quiet crying. Ian placed his hand on the door handle, slowly pushing it down and feeling the lock click, what? Why was his door locked? He didn’t lock it. Creaking the door open slowly, he poking his head out the door and looked down the hall to be greeted by a disturbing sight. Guards strewn across the hall, many with daggers left in their chests or necks, some bleeding profusely, all dead. Ian’s breath caught as he located the source of the crying, being down the hall. His parents bedroom. What had happened? Why had he not been woken up by what he could only presume was the climax of the commotion? Being a coward it took Ian a while to work up enough courage to walk down the hall into his parents room, carefully avoiding all the corpses, in a state of shock.
Ian entered the room. It was dark and ominous. Directing his attention to the bed his saw his mother, face buried in her hands, sobbing her heart out.
“Mother?” Ian mumbled, walking unsteadily forward.
“Ian! My lovely, lovely boy. My lovely grown boy. Beautiful, safe. Alive. Darling, sweet heart. My lovely blue eyed boy.” His mother mumbled incoherently, Ian sat down on the bed moving toward his mother, taking a hold of her, pulling her into a hug, as if instinct. She hid her face in the crook of his neck murmuring non-sensical sentences.
***
The teacup his mother held shook and rattled against the small plate it was being held on.
“I suppose if anything I should tell you now.” She said, looking into Ian’s eyes. He held a stern look on his face. An underlying lace of confusion. Too full of pride to show his true feelings.
“That would be a good idea. As I still don’t know where Father has gone.”
“Well, long ago we made a sworn enemy, the Elixor. It was a argument that was between your great grandfather and their kingdom, the Elixor vs. Saphiricals. We refused to help them when they were in the need of help because we were too caught up in our own affairs. Their city was torn to shreds. They swore they would take revenge when they could. We thought they were lying since we heard nothing of them.”
“And?” Ian replied, blankly.
“Well, yesterday was the day their union fell all those decades ago. They came in and took your father. Three of them against seventeen guards. It all went by so quickly. They were planning to take you as well, but your father was too quick for them to get to you. He locked your door and swallowed the key so only you could open the door from the inside, they came up the stairs and grabbed hold of him. I didn’t know what to do. I’m just so glad you’re safe.”
“Basically you are saying you were useless.” Ian snarled, the shock begin to rattle through to his bones.
“What?” His mother exclaimed, looking hurt.
“You did nothing? Absolutely nothing? you’re useless! You must be the worst mother in the world, now what are we supposed to do? Sit back and wait for our empire to fall like theirs once did?”
“Don’t be difficult Ian!” His mother barked, anger flying through her voice. Ian rolled his eyes. “You ruined our chance of an alliance which could help us in a situation like this one. Now is your chance to prove yourself to your citizens as a worthy king. Valid of their praise. Go check on the military, gather them, see what we have. I’ve made some calls, they should be expecting you.”
Ian rolled his eyes for what was the millionth time this morning and walked to the stables, looking for his horse. As he rode through town many people bowed to him and wished him well. Though as always, Ian didn’t feel a thing. His father was missing and that’s pretty much all he cared about, but was it really? Did he really care? Probably, the thing is, Ian just wasn’t okay with being pushed about like a child. Go check on the military? Pfft.
Ian climbed off the horse as he arrived a the base only to be greeted by a very tired looking man. Large, muscular but tired.
“Sire. We’ve been training them since this morning. They’re fit young men, very good at what their doing but we have not nearly enough to take on an empire.” The man spoke, looking over his shoulder.
“How many do we have?” Ian spoke grimly, expecting the worst.
“Around 700 men. We’e going to need help from a fellowship or I fear for us.”
Ian knew this meant only one thing. One thing that he couldn’t possibly accept. He’d sent him away, he wasn’t to do this. Though...they did have the strongest empire. The Crystaleze. He wasn’t sure he could do this. But his home, his kingdom depended on this alliance. It didn’t need to mean anything though. It only needed to be done. He needed to win this war, nothing more.