A Blue King's Story
Title: A Blue King's Story: Message
Author: Me
Genre: Smut, Cardverse AU
Pairings: USUK
Rating: M for Mature
Warnings: Smut, First-Person POV, King-Courtesan relationship
Summary: A continuation of A Blue King's Story. Now with more plot!
http://marquis25.livejournal.com/6188.html#cutid1
Arthur made a brilliant queen, and I mean that in all senses of the word. He was so incredibly clever, it was a shame that all his energy up until I took him had been devoted to learning how to pleasure people, he knew how to deal with court intrigue too, but most of what he'd studied had been skills for his former occupation. He was also, of course, visually stunning, always dressed fantastically in a way that emphasized his already unquestionable beauty. And there is no doubt that he was a wonderful queen.
The first thing he planned out was for us to run into each other in the castle library and begin talking, giving me an acceptable way to have met him and a good, public, reason to choose him as my queen: he knew far more about managing the kingdom than I did.
He was in my room again that night wearing just the shirt from the previous night and a sash tied loosely around his waist. “Alfred,” he whispered breathlessly, gliding quickly to me and wrapping his arms lightly around my neck.
“Arthur, what...?” I asked, unable to find the words I desperately needed.
“I'm here for you, Your...Alfred,” he replied, his vivid green eyes watching me carefully.
I reached up and pulled his arms off of me. “You don't have to do this, Arthur,” I insisted softly. “You'll be queen soon. You don't have to keep doing this.”
Arthur spun around, twisting his hands out of my grasp, and leaned against me, looking up over his shoulder to watch my expression. “It's my job to serve you, Your Majesty, Alfred. Whether I'm queen, courtesan, or simple subject, as a citizen of Spades, it is my duty to serve you in any and every way I can.”
I tried to focus on our words and ignore how nice it felt to have Arthur's body pressed gently against mine. “A-Arthur,” I muttered, cursing myself for stuttering, “the point of marrying you was so you wouldn't be a courtesan, so we could stop the whole business, so you could help me.”
Arthur's lips twitched upwards, he knew that wasn't all of my reasoning. “It's not just to alleviate your guilt?” he asked with faked innocence, his lashes falling to partially obscure his eyes. I tried to stammer a protest, but Arthur ran a slow, teasing, hand up the inside of my leg, drawing a half-muffled moan out of my mouth.
“B-but,” I objected weakly, letting him drag me to the bed.
“Alfred,” he murmured, “I read people. You want this. You try to ignore it because you have a misplaced sense of guilt about the position you feel I'm in. I'm here of my own free will, Alfred.” He kissed me softly before falling back onto the bed, pulling me over him. “Let yourself relax and enjoy this.”
“What if someone finds us?” I asked, just looking for an excuse to get out of the situation. Arthur was completely right about me. I wanted to have him again, but I also felt responsible for putting Arthur in a position where he owed me.
Arthur reached up and ran his fingers soothingly through my hair. “I'll make them forget. I have skills beyond the bedroom after all,” he purred, velvety-soft and seductive in my ear.
Feeling somewhat comforted, I couldn't suppress my arousal anymore. I sat on the bed, straddling Arthur's legs and, my hands trembling with either nervousness or excitement, I began to remove my clothes as quickly as possible. Arthur smiled flirtatiously up at me, watching me eagerly. As soon as my shirt was out of the way he rose up to meet me, attacking my chest with tender kisses.
I gasped and moaned under his attentions, all of it only serving to arouse me more. When Arthur finally pulled away I groaned at the lack of contact. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around his waist.
“You deserve this, Alfred,” he whispered in my ear. “Dealing with the nobility all day, learning how to manage your kingdom, and sitting through all those meetings, you deserve some fun every once in a while.” He reached down and worked at undoing my pants, trusting me to hold him up. Once that was done, he retreated to the head of the bed while I slipped my clothes off onto the floor. As soon as I could, I pursued him and pressed him down, kissing his mouth, working at the sash around his waist with unsteady hands.
“Same as the last time?” Arthur asked when I released his lips.
“Y-yeah,” I answered, breathing heavily. “Just make sure you cum.” Arthur nodded and rolled us so that he was on top.
“Of course,” Arthur murmured as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. Then he slid down my body so that his hips were almost to my knees.
“Where're you going?” I inquired, my hips bucking of their own accord, my cock needy and demanding attention.
A small smile, almost a smirk, appeared on Arthur's face. “Don't worry,” he said softly, gently. “You'll like it.” Then suddenly, his mouth engulfed my cock. I groaned, naturally, my head flew back and my eyes shut in pleasure. I have no words to describe how good it felt, how skilled Arthur was. And god the noises he made, vibrating in his mouth around me.
I did manage to push myself up so I could watch Arthur, and may I just say, that was a beautiful sight. He noticed me watching and his lusty eyes sparkled at me as he pulled his mouth off, drawing a desperate whine out of me.
He offered me a smug smile as he straddled my hips and positioned himself. “Enjoy the show,” he whispered, slowly lowering himself down and taking in my cock slowly. My hips snapped upwards impatiently, but Arthur was ready for it this time and let me push my way into him.
“Wh-what about the oil?” I panted, my body trembling with pleasure.
“Don't need it,” Arthur replied quickly. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it quickly as he rode me, fighting my chaotic thrusting every step of the way. Arthur came first this time, but just barely and it was only because he was so skilled. I was actually disappointed to come down from my pleasure high and find Arthur already off of me and cleaning away our seed.
I waited until he finished, watching him efficiently erase the evidence of our activity. “Can you stay?” I asked.
Arthur started at my voice. “Of course, Alfred,” he answered, saying my name the way most people said my title.
I watched him crawl over to me, leaving the cloth on the table like last time. “No panic in the morning this time?” he asked, only half-joking.
“I don't think so,” I replied, only half-sure, wrapping my arms around him.
We lay there in silence, both of us trying to force our bodies to relax. “How's your work coming?” Arthur muttered. It was almost as if he could sense my tension and was trying to distract me.
“Better, with all the help you gave me today.” I sighed and rubbed circles into Arthur's back. “I could propose making you queen now and none of my advisers would be surprised.”
Arthur chuckled at that and used one of his hands to gently cup my cheek. For a moment, I felt almost like we were a normal couple. Then Arthur broke the silence. “They'd still be appalled.” He brushed my cheek with his thumb. “The king marrying a Kirkland.”
I know it isn't very kingly, but I pouted. “It's not like I'd have gotten that much choice anyway,” I grumbled.
One of the things that had most disappointed me when I'd first been taken away to become king was the discovery that I would have very little say in who I married. If I'd been raised as a noble by my father and not on a country farm by my mother, I would have had the freedom to marry below the nobility. I could still have my choice, my advisers assured me, as long as it was a strategic one that would aid in the betterment of the kingdom. Basically, marry a noble, preferably a higher ranked one or a favored one from another country. The last thing Spades needed was two members of the royalty being completely unused to the politics and intrigues of court.
Arthur offered me a soft smile, that almost looked slightly pained. “Go to sleep, Alfred,” he murmured. And soon his gentle attentions caused me to do just that.
Over the next few days, I spent more time with Arthur, both in and out of bed. Most of my time during the day was devoted to hunting him down in the library and asking for his assistance with this tax or that decree. Before long I was bringing him to meetings with my advisers, who had the good sense to attempt to hide their annoyance with my connection to the Kirkland family, although at first they had made a few comments hoping to discourage me from spending time with Arthur.
At night Arthur and I did more than just have sex. Arthur helped me study the history of the kingdom I now ruled and explained the complicated relationships between the noble families of Spades.
After a few weeks of Arthur regularly attending my adviser meetings, I was handed an opportunity on a silver platter.
One of my advisers had gotten it into his head to match me with the younger sister of the King of Clubs. Now, Ivan, the King of Clubs, and Natalia, his sister, both did not favor this match and neither did I, but there were a few nobles in both kingdoms that kept pushing for a marriage between me and Natalia. I pointed out that we objected to this match and that it would be much better for my queen to be someone who was familiar with Spades, as I had grown up in the country, far from the politics and happenings of the capital. Most of my advisers nodded their agreement, though I knew many of them were hoping I'd pick someone from their families.
It was at this point that I suggested I marry Arthur, pointing out all the help he'd given me since I'd met him and how he was naturally skilled at running the kingdom. Immediately there was an uproar, all my advisers instantly began protesting my choice. When I demanded an explanation for their objections, they all fell silent, too afraid to tell me what they all knew. It was Arthur who stepped forward, Arthur who explained to me, and the whole room, that he had followed his family's tradition and been trained to be a companion for a member of the Spade Royalty or upper nobility. He bowed his head, apologized for taking up so much of my time, and turned to leave. I grabbed him and pulled him back to the table, questioning why his being trained in such things mattered, I wanted the queen to be able to help run my kingdom efficiently.
The room was silent. The nobles didn't approve of my choice, but they were too afraid of gaining my displeasure, and potentially that of the queen, to voice their opinions again. Then Yao Wang, the Jack of Spades, stepped forward. He supported my decision to make Arthur my queen and denounced the other nobles, calling them cowards. Yao pointed out that it was well known that I was a virgin, so there was no fear that any accusations that I had married Arthur for his training would stick, unless the nobles attempted to make their king look weak and invite an invasion.
The nobles backed down after that and conceded that Arthur was an acceptable choice. I made my move and asked Arthur to be my queen. He acted extremely embarrassed and only agreed after I insisted.
We celebrated our victory that night with sex, as we usually spent our nights. As I lay there, my arms wrapped loosely around Arthur's slender frame, basking in our combined warmth, I felt truly and deeply content, like I could live with nothing more than this in the world.
Arthur noticed this. “What are you thinking about?” he murmured, knowing all too well that I loved how free I was to talk when we were alone.
“I was just thinking,” I started. Arthur interrupted me with some poorly suppressed laughter. “It happens,” I protested, a little miffed at the slight to my intelligence, but loving how easy Arthur was with me. “Anyway, I was thinking that I'm happy right now, the happiest I've been in a while actually.”
Arthur looked up at me, capturing me in his glittering emerald eyes. “Why would that be?” he asked, it seemed to me like he was almost afraid to hear the answer.
I stared at him, his pale skin and features darkened by the night, but his eyes were still their lovely intense green. “You, maybe,” I whispered, the words so soft that they barely had sound.
His breath caught and he froze, he seemed almost paralyzed. I waited, unsure what to do, afraid of what would happen if I moved. “Me?” he finally said softly, the word barely a question.
“Maybe,” I replied, offering him the only answer I could. This didn't seem to help at all as he was still obviously very tense. “I've felt sort of trapped ever since I came here,” I continued, hoping to explain myself better. “With you I'm able to be myself more, say whatever I want. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not.”
“Oh,” was Arthur's only answer. He did relax a bit in my arms as he buried his flushing face into my chest. How he could remain cool while seducing his king, but become embarrassed when I mentioned that he made me feel comfortable baffled me.
I slowly ran my hand through his hair, enjoying how soft it was. “Yeah,” I murmured. “My father kept me a secret. I don't think he wanted me to be king, I was just an accident. He was married to the last queen and apparently loved her very much and remained loyal to her even though she was barren. I was probably kept away from the palace because he didn't want to hurt her.” Arthur hummed against my skin, his way of prompting me to continue. “No one even knew I existed until the king was on his death bed, he hadn't wanted to dishonor his wife's memory I guess. My mother had told me about my real father when I was ten, but neither of us thought that it would matter at all until Yao and the palace guards showed up at our house. As soon as they saw me, they knew. I look like my mother, and like Mattie, but my eyes, I've got the old king's eyes.”
Arthur raised his head to look at me again. “I suppose you do,” he answered softly. “I can't say I knew the old king, but no one can deny your eyes are quite blue.” He stared at my eyes for a moment. “Quite blue,” he repeated quietly. “Royal blue.”
I nodded. “That's what they said. 'Royal blue. Could you please come with us, Your Majesty?'” I snorted. “Then Mama came out and demanded to know what was going on. 'The king is dead,' they announced. 'Your son was his only heir. He is the king now.' They took me away and I haven't been home since.”
“And your family?” Arthur asked gently. I had no idea if he was genuinely interested or if he was just asking because he knew I wanted to talk about it.
“I haven't seen them,” I replied, my arms tightening around him. “The king has a lot less freedom than you'd think. Can't leave the palace without an armed guard, can't travel to see my family unless it goes through all the proper channels, can't have a casual conversation with anyone. Except you.”
Arthur tensed up again. “You and Yao,” I expanded quickly. “But Yao's family visits often, and his cousin is the Queen of Hearts, so it's mostly you.”
“Ah,” was Arthur's strained reply.
“Yeah,” I whispered, running my fingers through Arthur's hair. Then a yawn caught me by surprise and escaped my mouth.
Arthur chuckled and patted my cheek. “Go to sleep, Alfred,” he said softly, soothingly. “You need your rest. We have a wedding to plan.”
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A/N: I finished one of my meme fills while I was about half-way done with this. So, yay, that's done!
I am loving this universe so much. I'm probably going to update slower in the future though because NYCC and Hetalia Day are coming up (among other things, like the essays I'm putting off).
So in this we got our first glimpse of the other royalty, who will show up again for the wedding/coronation, and we found out more about Alfred's background. I feel really bad for Arthur, he was not cut out to be a companion for someone like Alfred.
Author: Me
Genre: Smut, Cardverse AU
Pairings: USUK
Rating: M for Mature
Warnings: Smut, First-Person POV, King-Courtesan relationship
Summary: A continuation of A Blue King's Story. Now with more plot!
http://marquis25.livejournal.com/6188.html#cutid1
Arthur made a brilliant queen, and I mean that in all senses of the word. He was so incredibly clever, it was a shame that all his energy up until I took him had been devoted to learning how to pleasure people, he knew how to deal with court intrigue too, but most of what he'd studied had been skills for his former occupation. He was also, of course, visually stunning, always dressed fantastically in a way that emphasized his already unquestionable beauty. And there is no doubt that he was a wonderful queen.
The first thing he planned out was for us to run into each other in the castle library and begin talking, giving me an acceptable way to have met him and a good, public, reason to choose him as my queen: he knew far more about managing the kingdom than I did.
He was in my room again that night wearing just the shirt from the previous night and a sash tied loosely around his waist. “Alfred,” he whispered breathlessly, gliding quickly to me and wrapping his arms lightly around my neck.
“Arthur, what...?” I asked, unable to find the words I desperately needed.
“I'm here for you, Your...Alfred,” he replied, his vivid green eyes watching me carefully.
I reached up and pulled his arms off of me. “You don't have to do this, Arthur,” I insisted softly. “You'll be queen soon. You don't have to keep doing this.”
Arthur spun around, twisting his hands out of my grasp, and leaned against me, looking up over his shoulder to watch my expression. “It's my job to serve you, Your Majesty, Alfred. Whether I'm queen, courtesan, or simple subject, as a citizen of Spades, it is my duty to serve you in any and every way I can.”
I tried to focus on our words and ignore how nice it felt to have Arthur's body pressed gently against mine. “A-Arthur,” I muttered, cursing myself for stuttering, “the point of marrying you was so you wouldn't be a courtesan, so we could stop the whole business, so you could help me.”
Arthur's lips twitched upwards, he knew that wasn't all of my reasoning. “It's not just to alleviate your guilt?” he asked with faked innocence, his lashes falling to partially obscure his eyes. I tried to stammer a protest, but Arthur ran a slow, teasing, hand up the inside of my leg, drawing a half-muffled moan out of my mouth.
“B-but,” I objected weakly, letting him drag me to the bed.
“Alfred,” he murmured, “I read people. You want this. You try to ignore it because you have a misplaced sense of guilt about the position you feel I'm in. I'm here of my own free will, Alfred.” He kissed me softly before falling back onto the bed, pulling me over him. “Let yourself relax and enjoy this.”
“What if someone finds us?” I asked, just looking for an excuse to get out of the situation. Arthur was completely right about me. I wanted to have him again, but I also felt responsible for putting Arthur in a position where he owed me.
Arthur reached up and ran his fingers soothingly through my hair. “I'll make them forget. I have skills beyond the bedroom after all,” he purred, velvety-soft and seductive in my ear.
Feeling somewhat comforted, I couldn't suppress my arousal anymore. I sat on the bed, straddling Arthur's legs and, my hands trembling with either nervousness or excitement, I began to remove my clothes as quickly as possible. Arthur smiled flirtatiously up at me, watching me eagerly. As soon as my shirt was out of the way he rose up to meet me, attacking my chest with tender kisses.
I gasped and moaned under his attentions, all of it only serving to arouse me more. When Arthur finally pulled away I groaned at the lack of contact. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around his waist.
“You deserve this, Alfred,” he whispered in my ear. “Dealing with the nobility all day, learning how to manage your kingdom, and sitting through all those meetings, you deserve some fun every once in a while.” He reached down and worked at undoing my pants, trusting me to hold him up. Once that was done, he retreated to the head of the bed while I slipped my clothes off onto the floor. As soon as I could, I pursued him and pressed him down, kissing his mouth, working at the sash around his waist with unsteady hands.
“Same as the last time?” Arthur asked when I released his lips.
“Y-yeah,” I answered, breathing heavily. “Just make sure you cum.” Arthur nodded and rolled us so that he was on top.
“Of course,” Arthur murmured as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. Then he slid down my body so that his hips were almost to my knees.
“Where're you going?” I inquired, my hips bucking of their own accord, my cock needy and demanding attention.
A small smile, almost a smirk, appeared on Arthur's face. “Don't worry,” he said softly, gently. “You'll like it.” Then suddenly, his mouth engulfed my cock. I groaned, naturally, my head flew back and my eyes shut in pleasure. I have no words to describe how good it felt, how skilled Arthur was. And god the noises he made, vibrating in his mouth around me.
I did manage to push myself up so I could watch Arthur, and may I just say, that was a beautiful sight. He noticed me watching and his lusty eyes sparkled at me as he pulled his mouth off, drawing a desperate whine out of me.
He offered me a smug smile as he straddled my hips and positioned himself. “Enjoy the show,” he whispered, slowly lowering himself down and taking in my cock slowly. My hips snapped upwards impatiently, but Arthur was ready for it this time and let me push my way into him.
“Wh-what about the oil?” I panted, my body trembling with pleasure.
“Don't need it,” Arthur replied quickly. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it quickly as he rode me, fighting my chaotic thrusting every step of the way. Arthur came first this time, but just barely and it was only because he was so skilled. I was actually disappointed to come down from my pleasure high and find Arthur already off of me and cleaning away our seed.
I waited until he finished, watching him efficiently erase the evidence of our activity. “Can you stay?” I asked.
Arthur started at my voice. “Of course, Alfred,” he answered, saying my name the way most people said my title.
I watched him crawl over to me, leaving the cloth on the table like last time. “No panic in the morning this time?” he asked, only half-joking.
“I don't think so,” I replied, only half-sure, wrapping my arms around him.
We lay there in silence, both of us trying to force our bodies to relax. “How's your work coming?” Arthur muttered. It was almost as if he could sense my tension and was trying to distract me.
“Better, with all the help you gave me today.” I sighed and rubbed circles into Arthur's back. “I could propose making you queen now and none of my advisers would be surprised.”
Arthur chuckled at that and used one of his hands to gently cup my cheek. For a moment, I felt almost like we were a normal couple. Then Arthur broke the silence. “They'd still be appalled.” He brushed my cheek with his thumb. “The king marrying a Kirkland.”
I know it isn't very kingly, but I pouted. “It's not like I'd have gotten that much choice anyway,” I grumbled.
One of the things that had most disappointed me when I'd first been taken away to become king was the discovery that I would have very little say in who I married. If I'd been raised as a noble by my father and not on a country farm by my mother, I would have had the freedom to marry below the nobility. I could still have my choice, my advisers assured me, as long as it was a strategic one that would aid in the betterment of the kingdom. Basically, marry a noble, preferably a higher ranked one or a favored one from another country. The last thing Spades needed was two members of the royalty being completely unused to the politics and intrigues of court.
Arthur offered me a soft smile, that almost looked slightly pained. “Go to sleep, Alfred,” he murmured. And soon his gentle attentions caused me to do just that.
Over the next few days, I spent more time with Arthur, both in and out of bed. Most of my time during the day was devoted to hunting him down in the library and asking for his assistance with this tax or that decree. Before long I was bringing him to meetings with my advisers, who had the good sense to attempt to hide their annoyance with my connection to the Kirkland family, although at first they had made a few comments hoping to discourage me from spending time with Arthur.
At night Arthur and I did more than just have sex. Arthur helped me study the history of the kingdom I now ruled and explained the complicated relationships between the noble families of Spades.
After a few weeks of Arthur regularly attending my adviser meetings, I was handed an opportunity on a silver platter.
One of my advisers had gotten it into his head to match me with the younger sister of the King of Clubs. Now, Ivan, the King of Clubs, and Natalia, his sister, both did not favor this match and neither did I, but there were a few nobles in both kingdoms that kept pushing for a marriage between me and Natalia. I pointed out that we objected to this match and that it would be much better for my queen to be someone who was familiar with Spades, as I had grown up in the country, far from the politics and happenings of the capital. Most of my advisers nodded their agreement, though I knew many of them were hoping I'd pick someone from their families.
It was at this point that I suggested I marry Arthur, pointing out all the help he'd given me since I'd met him and how he was naturally skilled at running the kingdom. Immediately there was an uproar, all my advisers instantly began protesting my choice. When I demanded an explanation for their objections, they all fell silent, too afraid to tell me what they all knew. It was Arthur who stepped forward, Arthur who explained to me, and the whole room, that he had followed his family's tradition and been trained to be a companion for a member of the Spade Royalty or upper nobility. He bowed his head, apologized for taking up so much of my time, and turned to leave. I grabbed him and pulled him back to the table, questioning why his being trained in such things mattered, I wanted the queen to be able to help run my kingdom efficiently.
The room was silent. The nobles didn't approve of my choice, but they were too afraid of gaining my displeasure, and potentially that of the queen, to voice their opinions again. Then Yao Wang, the Jack of Spades, stepped forward. He supported my decision to make Arthur my queen and denounced the other nobles, calling them cowards. Yao pointed out that it was well known that I was a virgin, so there was no fear that any accusations that I had married Arthur for his training would stick, unless the nobles attempted to make their king look weak and invite an invasion.
The nobles backed down after that and conceded that Arthur was an acceptable choice. I made my move and asked Arthur to be my queen. He acted extremely embarrassed and only agreed after I insisted.
We celebrated our victory that night with sex, as we usually spent our nights. As I lay there, my arms wrapped loosely around Arthur's slender frame, basking in our combined warmth, I felt truly and deeply content, like I could live with nothing more than this in the world.
Arthur noticed this. “What are you thinking about?” he murmured, knowing all too well that I loved how free I was to talk when we were alone.
“I was just thinking,” I started. Arthur interrupted me with some poorly suppressed laughter. “It happens,” I protested, a little miffed at the slight to my intelligence, but loving how easy Arthur was with me. “Anyway, I was thinking that I'm happy right now, the happiest I've been in a while actually.”
Arthur looked up at me, capturing me in his glittering emerald eyes. “Why would that be?” he asked, it seemed to me like he was almost afraid to hear the answer.
I stared at him, his pale skin and features darkened by the night, but his eyes were still their lovely intense green. “You, maybe,” I whispered, the words so soft that they barely had sound.
His breath caught and he froze, he seemed almost paralyzed. I waited, unsure what to do, afraid of what would happen if I moved. “Me?” he finally said softly, the word barely a question.
“Maybe,” I replied, offering him the only answer I could. This didn't seem to help at all as he was still obviously very tense. “I've felt sort of trapped ever since I came here,” I continued, hoping to explain myself better. “With you I'm able to be myself more, say whatever I want. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not.”
“Oh,” was Arthur's only answer. He did relax a bit in my arms as he buried his flushing face into my chest. How he could remain cool while seducing his king, but become embarrassed when I mentioned that he made me feel comfortable baffled me.
I slowly ran my hand through his hair, enjoying how soft it was. “Yeah,” I murmured. “My father kept me a secret. I don't think he wanted me to be king, I was just an accident. He was married to the last queen and apparently loved her very much and remained loyal to her even though she was barren. I was probably kept away from the palace because he didn't want to hurt her.” Arthur hummed against my skin, his way of prompting me to continue. “No one even knew I existed until the king was on his death bed, he hadn't wanted to dishonor his wife's memory I guess. My mother had told me about my real father when I was ten, but neither of us thought that it would matter at all until Yao and the palace guards showed up at our house. As soon as they saw me, they knew. I look like my mother, and like Mattie, but my eyes, I've got the old king's eyes.”
Arthur raised his head to look at me again. “I suppose you do,” he answered softly. “I can't say I knew the old king, but no one can deny your eyes are quite blue.” He stared at my eyes for a moment. “Quite blue,” he repeated quietly. “Royal blue.”
I nodded. “That's what they said. 'Royal blue. Could you please come with us, Your Majesty?'” I snorted. “Then Mama came out and demanded to know what was going on. 'The king is dead,' they announced. 'Your son was his only heir. He is the king now.' They took me away and I haven't been home since.”
“And your family?” Arthur asked gently. I had no idea if he was genuinely interested or if he was just asking because he knew I wanted to talk about it.
“I haven't seen them,” I replied, my arms tightening around him. “The king has a lot less freedom than you'd think. Can't leave the palace without an armed guard, can't travel to see my family unless it goes through all the proper channels, can't have a casual conversation with anyone. Except you.”
Arthur tensed up again. “You and Yao,” I expanded quickly. “But Yao's family visits often, and his cousin is the Queen of Hearts, so it's mostly you.”
“Ah,” was Arthur's strained reply.
“Yeah,” I whispered, running my fingers through Arthur's hair. Then a yawn caught me by surprise and escaped my mouth.
Arthur chuckled and patted my cheek. “Go to sleep, Alfred,” he said softly, soothingly. “You need your rest. We have a wedding to plan.”
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A/N: I finished one of my meme fills while I was about half-way done with this. So, yay, that's done!
I am loving this universe so much. I'm probably going to update slower in the future though because NYCC and Hetalia Day are coming up (among other things, like the essays I'm putting off).
So in this we got our first glimpse of the other royalty, who will show up again for the wedding/coronation, and we found out more about Alfred's background. I feel really bad for Arthur, he was not cut out to be a companion for someone like Alfred.