Scottish Commoners
By
Spoons
Summary: If an English prince can marry a Scottish commoner, why can't an Austrian emperor?
Timeline: 1923.
Alek woke up with a newspaper thrown at his face. Since His Imperial and Royal Apostolic Majesty of Austria and Hungry was used to recieving his morning papers delivered by a valet, accompanied with tea and eggs he knew Deryn Sharp was about to yell at him.
"One of my Princes married a commoner. Why can't you?" So he would be yelled to about marriage again, Alek thought to himself.
"First off, I didn't realize you like the English Royalty so much." Alek grabbed the paper off his head and folded it neatly next to him in bed. "Secondly, that's Great Britain. You Dawinists are a crazy lot." Deryn had a second paper in her hands and used it to hit Alek's head a second time. This time, being awake, Alek managed to catch Deryn's hand and pulled her into bed with him.
"Thirdly," Alek glanced down at the paper to confirm the Prince's name. "Prince Albert will not be the King nor Emperor so he's allowed a little freedom than I to marry." Alek leaned in to kiss Deryn.
Deryn was quicker than Alek this time, holding a finger up to his lips to stop him. "I know what you're trying to do right now Alek, and I won't be distracted." But she still lean up to kiss him. "I still think I'm making a good point though." She pulled away from Alek and looked at the photo of new Duchess of York. "She's Scottish too." and walked away.