Pawns of Royalty: Emerald Visions
by Aster Williams
I will say this once, I do not own anything except for the plot. This is Part One of the Pawns of Royalty Series. Please ignore the dates, they are simply made of dates that don't have anything to do with the real Hetalia series. I apologize for my spelling and grammar errors, I use Microsoft Word and usually use the spell/grammar check tool. Also any separation lines in the story means there is a time skip.
Chapter One
[Spring of 1393]
Spring, I always loved that particular season. It was when the blanket of colors covered the area and everything was slow and relaxing. It was the time when family came to spend time together. My two cousins, Lukas and Emil, lived inside the kingdom with Matthias Kohr, also known as the Rook of the North. They would often come and visit me during the winter to tell me what goes on in the kingdom. They would also try to convince me that I should come and live inside the castle walls but I couldn't do that to them. It was wrong to have my cousins take care of me, especially when I don't have a title of my own. I am just a simple farm boy and I'm not use to the royal customs, also I like it here out in the farmland. My few friends often kid that I should take up the offer and then invite them to a royal feast, though I would just laugh with them as we went back to work.
My mother is a royal but left the rich life for my father; he was a farmer and dreamed of having a nice farm with his wife. My uncle, Emil's and Lukas' father, thought my mother was crazy but respected her decision and sends support money if we need it. My mother and father loved me dearly and I couldn't wish for anything else but I never had a perfect childhood. I wasn't the strongest and often would get teased for not being able to handle "man" stuff. My friends would often have me patch them up if they get hurt, so I was like a little nurse for them. Living in a poor village, I often encountered many drunks but luckily one of my friends always walked me home since I didn't have the strength to defend myself. As I grew older I slowly began to build up my muscle but I never was able to have the muscular figure.
My two cousins, Lukas and Emil, have an interesting relationship. Emil is the younger brother, though he doesn't admit it, and Lukas is an obsessive brother. Lukas would often want Emil to call him "big brother" like when they were little. Emil is a quiet man when he meets new people but once he opens up he is a very nice person and often kids around. Emil gifted with a wide span of military tactics and the head of the knights; he is known as the Royal Knight of Green. Lukas is also gifted, like Emil, but with abilities of magic. Well, he can communicate with mystical creatures that not everyone can hear and or see. Lukas is known as the Royal Bishop of Green and the "wife" of Matthias, though he doesn't want to admit it.
Matthias is an old friend of ours. He was the owner of my village before he turned it over to someone else in exchange for a different part of the land. Matthias is a high maintenance man and loves to talk about himself, though he doesn't seem to be interested in talking about other people. He is very controlling but Lukas often keeps him level. Matthias is gifted with superior strength and enjoys using multiple weapons, though he prefers his family axe; he was known as the Royal Rook of Green.
There was a knocking at the door that pulled me out of my thoughts. Sighing a bit, I swung my legs off the windowsill and walked towards the wooden front door. I opened it to reveal a man wearing a royal officer uniform as he handed a letter to me. He tipped his hand before turning to walk away. With a cheerful smile I waved to him and shut the door; this must be a letter from my cousins. It's been a few days since I sent them a letter they still haven't responded. Without hesitation I broke the seal, not caring what symbol was on it.
Dear Sir or Ma'am,
You have been invited to attend the Royal Festival to celebrate the anniversary of the crowning of our glorious King Berwald. The festival will be held within the castle walls and would mainly partake in the private garden in a week. Please be on your best behavior, there will be no tolerance. Any form of stealing will not be tolerated. This letter will be your entry ticket to attend the festival.
Invitation Sent by,
The Royal Knight, Bishop, and Rook of Green
My heart sunk when I saw it wasn't exactly from my cousins but it was lifted when I read that I could visit the royal castle. My lips curled up into a smile of joy as I went outside to the farm with the invitation high in the air. As the door behind me slammed shut my parents looked up at me as they dropped their items to see what I held in my hand.
"What do you have there, Tino?" My mother asked as I handed the paper to them.
"Well, are we going mother?" I asked as they both looked at each other.
"I don't know, I don't think we have the proper attire. Also, we don't really know proper edict, it is the Royal Festival we are going to and not everyone is allowed in," my father worried as he looked over at my mother.
"I think it's a wonderful idea, I could show both of you how to act but for attire I don't have anything," my mother said trying to support me.
"Can't our cousins let us borrow some clothes?" I asked as my father nodded.
"Okay, why don't you send them a letter?" my father asked me as he gave into us.
My father and mother went back to their work as I headed inside. Grabbing the quill and a piece of paper I started to write. As the ink glided across the paper my thoughts of what the castle looked like filled my mind. I have never been inside the walls despite being cousins of the Royals. They usually came here when they had time off, which was usually either in the spring or in the winter. Smiling at my work I folded it carefully before putting the wax seal and walking to the Royal Messenger.
The garden of the royal castle was beautiful. The plants were a luscious green and the colors of the flowers were vibrant and popped out. There was faint music in the background of a distant of the plucking of a string instrument; bird calls filled the air as a flute entered the music. Spinning around I felt peace within the garden, I couldn't imagine anywhere that I felt so happy. I danced by myself to the sway of the music and closed my eyes. The music swept me away as I became lost in the melodic sound.
My eyes flickered open as I felt someone grasp my hand and an arm encircle wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer to it. My eyes met emotionless greenish blue eyes; they seemed to peer into my soul. Looking him up and down, I noticed the crown upon his head. Green emeralds and golden amber were adorned
with gold to form the Kings crown. His face was almost emotionless and seemed so stern; I imagined the king to have such a kind face that was warm and inviting. Tugging gently, I tried to escape his grasp but it failed. He led the dance in silence as he danced in a simple square. His eyes looked down at me as I couldn't pull my gaze away from his. He slowed down and came to a stop to cup my face with his gloved covered hand.
His lips moved but the music covered his voice. My eyes brows furrowed together as I tried to make out his words. Before I knew it then hand that held mine tugged forward as his arm wrapped around my waist helped me up. It was then when I noticed our size difference, I was only to his shoulders. My eyes widened as my face was drawn close to his, his greenish blue eyes softened as I stared at him confused. He was the king and I was just a commoner that lived on a small farm. Why was he dancing with me and why is he holding me like this? Is this the real king, is this actually happening or is this a dream? A pair of soft lips pushed against mine was what snapped me out of my trance of questions. My eyes widened as I was in shock of what was occurring.
Snapping out up from my bed I felt my sweat dripping down my face. My hand pushed my bangs back as I my other hand touched my lips. It was only a nightmare, or was it a dream? I don't know what to call it but it could only be my imagination, right? The image of kissing the King filled my mind as I could again feel the emotions that ran through my mind. No, that was just a dream, a part of my imagination; but it seemed so real. Shaking my head I forced myself to look out the window as I lied back down. The moon and stars glimmered in the night sky as I tried to go back to sleep.
If anyone was interested in what music was playing during the dream scene then it is "Relaxing Celtic Music - Evening Breeze" by ArianvonZiegler.
The first paragraph of the dream was to "Relaxing Celtic Music - Melody 1 of Evening Breeze" by ArianvonZiegler.
The second paragraph of the dream was to "Relaxing Celtic Music - Melody 2 of Evening Breeze" and "Relaxing Celtic Music - Melody 3 of Evening Breeze" by ArianvonZiegler
The third paragraph of the dream was to "Relaxing Celtic Music - Melody 4 of Evening Breeze" by ArianvonZiegler.
NOTE: I do not own any of this music, it belongs to ArianvonZiegler.