Ahhh, first snk fic I've ever written, based on Johannathemad's lovely prince Marco picture with you can find here post/67739558559/was-this-really-worth-it-johanna-was-this-really
Marco Bodt, the heir to the throne of Maria, a town on the outskirts of the kingdom of Rose. Sina, the capital was where the rich and high class resided, while Maria is where the poverty stricken and lower class lived. Marco was the kind of ruler who would walk around the town square, wearing armor at his guard's persistence, though he trusted his people, and the town loved him in return.
Out in the market, making his usual rounds, the freckled prince stopped by the Jaeger's hospital, greeting the sick and old. The captain of the guards was residing there, his arm severed in a fight against the "Titans," a group of cannibalistic rebels that had a campout in the woods of the Rose kingdom, only a wall to keep them out.
Stepping out in the street, movement in the corner of his eyes caught the prince's attention. Reiner Braun, the blacksmith of the town, had a boy by his collar, looking no older than Marco himself. The two were arguing about something when Marco approached, Reiner spotting him and pointing towards the dual haired boy. "Sir, this idiot was caught stealing from my shop, your permission to display punishment as fit?" Marco gave a frown, a nervous look furrowing his brows. He thought for a moment, before shaking his head, "no, I will pay for damages and stolen items if you release him." Reiner made a grimace at the boy in his hand before pushing him forward, to which he glared back at him after stumbling. Handing the blacksmith a few coins currency, he turned towards the boy, who was now walking away.
"Ah, wait!" The prince called out to him, though he ignored him and Marco jogged to catch up.
"Excuse me-" the boy turned towards him, glaring his eyes at the freckled boy, who clammed up.
"What do you want? I'm not thanking you or apologizing, I was fine until you jutted in." Marco stood there for a second, unable to form a sentence before the other.
"I-I was just trying to help" He stuttered out.
"Yeah, well I didn't need it." The long faces boy said angrily. After a few seconds, he had nothing other to say than, oh, to which the other rolled his eyes and walked off, leaving Marco in confusion.
After standing there for several seconds, he sighed and decided to retire for the day and headed back. As he walked in, he was greeted by the servants at the entrance hall, giving them a small smile and a nod of his head, walking towards his bed chamber, changing into more of comfort clothes, though still looking regal as always as his lifestyle demanded. He stayed in his chamber for a while till he was called to dinner, sitting a long table with with his father and mother on either ends. He had a somewhat normal relationship with his parents, not close, but not strained either.
After supper he headed back to his chamber for bed, and sighed and he slipped under the silk embroidered sheets, closing his eyes as he tried to drift to sleep, though the boy from earlier plagued his mind. Why was he so upset that he had helped him? Maybe he liked to be independent, or maybe he had a vendetta against the royals? While most of the townsfolk adored and revered the prince, there were those he figured he was just a lying, politician type. The thought bothered him, and he hated that it bothered him, but finally he drifted to sleep, after thinking of the defensive boy.
Um, I might make this more chapters, maybe, it was just a silly fic to start with, but, if people ask I might continue it.
