The Prince and the Servant

This is just an AU. It's just a sample of what I might do, I probably with continue or not. It depend on if I get good reviews and people who want more of the story.

-Enjoy

Once upon a time, there was a Prince. He lived in a wealthy and thriving kingdom called, Lamia. The royal family was respected and loved throughout the whole kingdom. They had low taxes and a delightful environment, surrounded by tons of water. The Prince's name was Lyon, Lyon Vastia. Each lady in the kingdom was head over heels for the young Prince. Who wouldn't be? He is rich, a Prince and a smooth talker when he wants to be. It was everything a woman wanted that Kingdom, but no one sparked his interested no matter how hard they tried and followed him.

Lyon took interest in the town's people's needs. He helped them if they needed it and made everyone feel right at home. Being the active Prince he was, Lyon wanted peace and quiet for a change. Every day seemed to be busy and full of the same things. He longed to walk outside the Kingdom, see what was out there, but he had a Kingdom to rule and to take care of. Lyon stood out in the open window, gazing out into the forest of trees that hugged the kingdom to the edge of the water.

"Hmm…" He hummed to himself and narrowed his eyes slightly, taking in the breeze that swept through his white hair. A light snow started to fall, soon covering the tips of the trees and the mountains in the distance. His breath started to show and the goose bumps on his skin started to come up. "I wonder what mother is doing…" He mumbled to himself, flipping his legs over the side of the window and hopping down on to the cold title below his bare feet. He breathed in a sharp breath when the cold sensation touched his warm feet.

"Yuka!" Lyon called in his blue hair, bushy eye browed servant.

Yuka came running in and bowed immediately. "Yes sir?"

"Can you fetch me my shoes? Socks or something. Plus, could you grab my gray cape from the armoire?" Lyon asked, waving his hand in a dismissing manner, wiggling his toes slightly on the title.

Yuka bowed and went to fetch the things Lyon asked for. In a moment Yuka was back by Lyon's side and plopped the shoes in front of him and held out the cape to him. Lyon took it and quickly wrapped it around him, and slipping his feet in the leather boots in front of him. Lyon wiggled a bit and huffed.

"Thank you, that'll be all-. No wait, where is the Queen?" Lyon asked quickly, looking over at his servant.

"She's in the garden, My Lord." Yuka answered.

Lyon rolled his eyes slightly, "In this weather…?" He mumbled to himself, walking past Yuka in a hurry to see his mother. As he walked down the tall rib vaulted hallways, Lyon placed his hands over the tops on tables and rubbed his fingers together. No dust. It was absolutely spotless. Lyon passed a few cleaning maids and nodded his head in approval, "Good jobs ladies, keep up the good work." He complimented and smiled.

The two maids looked at each other and giggled a bit, curtsying past him. He could hear the little things they said about him as they walked away. He simply smiled, cocking a chuckle as he didn't expect anything less from the maids.

The halls were decorated with huge masterpieces that wrapped around the huge walls. The crown molding stretched a crossed the walls. Even statues were coming out of the walls, reaching out to touch you as you walked by them. Lyon's footsteps echoed the huge interior until he stopped, opening two doors to the thriving garden in the back of the palace. He stopped a woman wearing a long blue cape, wrapped around the curves of her dress as she bent down to smell some of the withering roses on the bushes.

"Mother," Lyon came up to her, the breeze waving his hair and cape as he walked, "What are you doing out here? This season isn't really necessary for gardening nor anything in that matter."

The woman smiled, giggling lightly, "You think?"

"I know."

"I was just admiring them before they all say goodbye to the winter. I do as I please, I'm the queen." She stated, leaning up to face her curious faced son, "What's wrong?"

Lyon shook his head, "Nothing Mother. I was just wondering what Father had planned for today."

"Nothing really, he has a meeting up in Magnolia tomorrow, so he would be leaving here in a few." She looked down, back at the withering rose.

"To Magnolia?"

"Yes, a Kingdom in the north," She smiled, "They are signing a treaty between our two Kingdom's. The council is trying to make things friendlier in Friore."

"Treaties won't help."

The Queen looked over at the boy and slightly smiled at him, "It isn't something in our power to say, Lyon. The council rules above all."

"True, but that doesn't mean the other Kingdom's are going to accept."

"Yes, we know that. One day you'll understand once you are King." She patted his cheek and gave him a reassuring smile before walking past him, offering her hand, "Come, let's go see your father before he leaves shall we?"

Lyon took the offer, who could refuse a queen after all? "Alright."

"How did you find me anyways?" The Queen asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yuka told me. It's unusual, but he is the only person that seems to know everything."

She smiled, "What a good servant he is."

"Yeah, he's proved his worth."

"Worth?"

Lyon looked at her, "Yeah, he's worth a lot. A servant like that."

"Interesting…" She nodded and looked over at him, "Treat your servants well, Lyon."

"I do."

"Only just, I know you do." She stroked his cheek with her free hand and smiled, "Servants are friends to us, allies."

"Yes, I know mother." Lyon groaned and looked over at her, "You don't have to treat me like a child." He huffed and looked away, walking with her down the echoing hallway. "I think we need a new family picture." Lyon stated, looking at the painted picture of the royal family as they walked by.

"I like that picture though," The Queen mumbled.

"I too small."

"You were a child."

"That's why I want a new one."

"Can't always have what you want, Lyon. Now come dear, your father is waiting." She pulled on his hand, opening the throne room. Lyon looked around, noticing the decorations up for the winter time. Nice light blues and white surrounded the interior of the room.

"Ah, my dear." The king greeted the queen, kissing her forehead gently and looking over at Lyon. "While I am away, Jura will take care of you." He told her, smiling a bit, gesturing the big, muscular, bald man in the back. The man bowed, smiling.

"Wait, I am taking care of mother." Lyon cocked an eyebrow, looking at his father intently.

The King shook his head, "No, my boy you are coming with me, to Magnolia."

Lyon's eyes widened a bit and looked at him, "Really? I've never been outside the Kingdom grounds."

"First time for everything. You are now of age, so you are coming with me to sign the treaty. That is all. Go pack." He patted the boy's cheek and smiled a bit.

Go pack? What does that mean? Lyon never packed for anything before, but as soon as the king was done talking; he leaped up and ran out of the throne room in great haste. A smile was on his face as he opened the door to his chambers.

"Yuka!" he called, walking behind the dressing curtain and putting his clothes on top of it. He walked out with just his pants on and observed his shirts he had.

"Yes, my lord?" Yuka came in, bowing.

"Could you pack me some outfits to take to Magnolia? Plus, pack whatever else I need for travel." Lyon commanded and looked at him, "If you could, thank you…"

Yuka bowed and looked over at him, "What would you like to wear to Magnolia? Royal outfits, my lord?"

Lyon hummed and crossed his arms over his bare chest in thought. "Yeah, some of those… just pack me those actually."

Yuka nodded, "Alright, my lord."

"Oh and Yuka," Lyon added, "Thank you."

Yuka blinked and nodded, holding the clothes in his hands. "You're welcome, my lord."

Lyon nodded and smiled a bit, putting on a shirt from the armoire.

"All set?" The king asked, looking over at Lyon.

Lyon grabbed the saddled as Yuka strapped it down for him, clipping on the extras that Lyon needed on the way. Getting on the high horse, Lyon wiggled a bit until he felt comfortable on top of the saddled.

"My lord, your sword." Yuka held it up to him; as Lyon reached down to grab it.

"Thank you." Lyon nodded, smiling a bit, wrapping it around his waist. "All set, father."

"Good, alright men, let's go." The king declared, having two knights walk in front of him as the horse trotted behind them, with the Prince following. They traveled out of the Kingdom grounds and out into the vast forest. The tall trees towered over them as they were riding through the forest. They road on the edge of the lake; it glistened as the white snow reflected off of it. The Magnolia castle rested upon the tip of the mountain peak, viewing over the lake. It was beautiful to look at from where Lyon could see.

"It's beautiful…" Lyon commented looking up at the snow covered castle above. "Wait, who is the ruler of Magnolia again?"

"The Fullbusters."

Lyon gagged a bit and groaned, "Oh great."

"The Fullbuster family is a big part of Friore. Why don't you like them?" The king asked, glancing back at his son who was scowling.

"Gray is kind of an annoying boy," Lyon added, "Always such a laid back guy. I don't like him."

"Well too bad because they are going to become our allies."

Lyon huffed, sitting up straight, hitting the horse's side to speed up. He was now on the side of his father, "I know that but, I don't have to like them."

"Feel as you want, I still expect best behavior. "

Lyon smirked, looking ahead, "Of course father." Lyon's horse decreased in speed and walked behind the king. "I will be on my best behavior."

"Good, you better be, or I'll make you Gray's servant for a week."

Lyon couldn't handle that threat, "Don't worry, I will be fine."

"Hm… Somehow I seriously doubt that."

"Have a bit more faith in your son, father."

"My son? The sly devil himself?"

"…Now who said I was sly…?" Lyon smirked, chuckling a bit.

"Everyone, especially the town's girls back at home. Which reminds me, we need to find you a suitable mate in the future. You are of age."

Lyon blinked, shaking his head slightly, "We've got plenty of time father. No need to rush."

"You will be King here shortly you know, might as well have an eligible queen on hand."

"I don't think love is really for me."

"Of course it is. You'll see a suitable beautiful princess and you'll sweep her off her feet."

"I can't marry someone I don't want."

"Than force yourself to love her."

Lyon growled a bit, glaring at the back of the King's head, "Is that what happened with you and mom?"

The king's horse stopped suddenly. He turned around to face the prince with a stern expression. "I love your mother and always will. However, you might not be so lucky." The king then turned back around, hitting the horse's side to move once again.

What was that suppose to mean? How wouldn't he be lucky? Love didn't just come to someone. Forcing him to love someone would probably be the death of him. He couldn't bare to think about putting up with someone he hated for the rest of his life. Lyon followed behind his father, brushing his horses main a bit, liking the cold wet snow on his finger tips.

"Welcome to Magnolia." The king said as they walked past the stone gates, blocking off the rest of the world.

Lyon glanced around, eyeing individuals as they looked up at them. They wore nice clothes, fin clothes, meaning about everyone in the kingdom was middle class or more. Guess you can say that the kingdom was thriving in wealth and value, making Magnolia the best in Friore. The building were made out of stone and stood vertical. They were huge in size and belonged to at least a family of four or five.

The horses made their way up the kingdom, to the castle that towered over the city. It was big in size but held only the royal family, which was only two; the king and the prince. They parked their horses on the side of the court yard and stood by the stairs leading up to the castle itself; where they were greeted by a short old man welcoming them to Magnolia.

"Welcome to Magnolia, the king shall be down shortly as soon as he has word of your arrival." The man said, bowing a bit.

"And who might you be?" Lyon asked, crossing his arms around his chest loosely.

"Makarov." He smiled big, "I am someone very important to the king."

"What's your possession then?"

"Now now, you don't need to know that." Makarov waved his hand, "It isn't important to know anyway."

Lyon cocked an eyebrow and looked down at the short man in front of him. Of course Lyon had a right to know, you don't just say no to a prince. "It's important to me."

"If you must know I am King's body guard."

"Body guard?" Lyon blinked confused, "But you are so small."

"Don't take things for granted young Prince."

Lyon's father patted Lyon's shoulder and pointed up ahead to the person walking down from the steps. He had a long black cape, flowing behind him on the steps. A sliver vest covers his chest with a baggy, elegant white long sleeve underneath. His almost skin tight pants were black and his white boots covers his shins. His sword strapped loosely around his waist, having the long metal dangle a bit as he walked down. Behind him was the infamous Gray Fullbuster. Lyon's face was blank, showing no emotion even though he hated Gray he was willing to put his best efforts into making this treaty work between the two kingdoms.

Gray wore a blue vest over his chest with a black long sleeve underneath it. Around his neck, a dark blue cape, not as long as his father's grand one. He had white pants with black boots at the end of them, a sword tightly around his waist.

"King Arthur," Lyon's father greeted bowing a bit, Lyon did the same, eyeing Gray as he did. Gray eyed Lyon back; a slight glare was given back, making Lyon smirk.

King Arthur nodded and smiled, "Please, we are both King's here. No need to bow."

"It seems your kingdom is flourishing. You are doing quite well, Arthur."

"Thank you, I am trying to treat the people fairly. I think it's paying off really well."

Gray chuckled lightly under his breath and eyed his father, "So far."

"Gray, I'd mind you to respect me in front of another Kingdom." His father growled a bit.

Lyon smirked, looking over his own father who raised his eyebrows at Lyon. Lyon chuckled lightly and looked away, making his father elbow Lyon's side. Lyon jolted sideways a bit from the blow and rubbed his side.

"How about we go inside and I can have Gray show Lyon around the castle?" Arthur suggested, walking along side of Lyon's father up the stairs, leaving the prince's by themselves alone in the court yard.

Gray crossed his arms and looked over Lyon, "You can show yourself around."

"Oh, now is that how you treat your friends?"

"We aren't friends."

Lyon acted hurt, "Ouch."

Gray glared out of the corner of his eye and waved his hand dismissing him, "Do what you want or what you will. I don't care." Those were sounded like a knife jetting its way towards Lyon.

Lyon dodged and glared back, "That's not very King like."

Gray sighed, "C'mon we never got along anyway."

"Doesn't mean we can't try."

"You don't mean that, Lyon."

"I don't but I'd like to seem like the better person here." He smirked and started to walk away, "Well if you aren't going to show me around I might as well get started by myself then," He waved his hand, "Goodbye Gray."

"Hey wait."

"Hm?" Lyon turned his head to look at the black haired prince.

"Well at least let me come with you. It'll make me seem like I am doing something." Gray suggested and walked in front of him, "I can't seem worthless to my father. I don't have to like you but I at least have to look like I do."

Lyon smiled and shook his head. "You are kind of a royal pain, you know that?"

"I don't want to hear that from you."

"I'm still surprised you have your clothes on."

Gray bit his lip and looked away, "Sh-Shut up."

"Oh~, don't get so flustered."

"Gosh, you are such a-."

"A what?" Lyon smirked, flicking the back of Gray's head, "Don't be mean."

"I can do as I please."

"Oh, can you?" Lyon cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes I can, this is my kingdom I do as I please."

Lyon rolled his eyes slightly and followed behind Gray. "Can we switch places? The back of your head is pissing me off…"

Gray stopped and turned, "Good."

"Where are we going anyway?"

"Around the castle is that's okay."

Lyon tapped his hand against his thigh, "Can you show me the castle's garden? I want to compare it to my mothers."

Gray chuckled, "Sure, but it's nothing compared to what it is in spring time."

"I don't care, show me."

"Alright, alright." Gray huffed and headed down the hallway to the gardens.

The hallways were cleaned, white tile, gray stones ribbed vaults. The walls weren't decorated entirely like the Palace in Lamia. There were a few decorative paintings and columns, but that's it. Very plain, but simple and beautiful all at the same time.

"Here." Gray gestured to the door to the garden and opened it. "I don't dare to go in."

"…Why not?"

"The girl who takes care of the gardens is crazy." Gray scratched his cheek and looked away, a blush slightly a crossed his pale cheeks.

Lyon noticed his actions and proceeded into the flourishing garden, lightly covered in fluffy snow. A smiled appeared on his face. This was quite a beautiful garden compared to his mothers. He wondered who and how they took care of this place. Whoever they were did a fantastic job, and Lyon was very impressed.

A light, soft hum came from in front of him. He looked up and saw a blue haired woman in the distance, brushing the snow off some rose bushes. Lyon's eyes widened when she turned and he could see her beautiful face. The snowflakes kissed her cheek as they melted on her warm skin. Lyon's chest leaped and he could feel his heart racing, he couldn't control what he was feeling as he gazed at her. That blue haired beauty stole his heart right then and there. He never believed in love and first sight until now.

She looked up and saw him, blinking a bit, "Hello? Excuse me I don't think you should be in here, sir." She put her hand behind her back and looked at him. He voice elegant and calming, a bit deep in tone for a woman, "Sir?"

Lyon came toward her, clearing his throat before he spoke, "I'm Prince Lyon, me and my father, and King Badly are here to sign the treaty to this kingdom and ours."Lyon bowed and smiled at her, grabbing her hand, "What is your name, my lady?" He asked, kissing her hand gently before she snatched it away slowly.

"Juvia," She said softly, blushing slightly at his actions to her, "Why is Lyon in the gardens?"

"My mother likes flowers and pretty things… She takes care of our Palaces gardens. I've grown to them."

"Lyon shouldn't be in here, it's cold and the flowers aren't even in bloom yet." Juvia stated, trying to get rid of him.

Lyon looked at her and loved those thick long eyelashes framing those beautiful blue orbs, "Well, I still like to see how big this garden is. It's nice and would look beautiful in the spring time. I should come back then and see it in all its glory…"

"The garden is quite a sight in the Spring time.." Juvia said, looking around, imagining all the flowers in bloom, flower petals on the floor and whisking in the wind, "Is Gray with Lyon?"

"Gray is outside, he didn't want to come in." Lyon shrugged, "I don't see why. I mean you are a beauty."

A blush crossed Juvia's cheek and she held her cheek in her palm, "L-Lyon is a sweetheart. Juvia thanks Lyon. So Gray is outside the door?" Juvia asked, setting down her brush and walking to the door.

"Uh yeah.." Lyon cocked an eyebrow and followed behind her.

Once she saw the tipd of Gray's black hair, she gasped and ran to him, grasping his arm, "Graaayyyy~"

"Ah!" Gray yelped and blushed slightly, "J-Juvia don't!"

Lyon looked over, glaring a bit. This was not okay with him, every fiber in his being hated Gray after that. He couldn't live with this.

"But Graaay~."

"Juvia stop."

Lyon's eyes narrowed a smirk on his face. 'It's on Gray..'