Full summary: AU fic; Queen Liane Cartman gives her spoiled son Eric a new redheaded servant. Follow the tail of Kyle, a poor servant boy who tries to earn the respect of his new master. T for many reasons. Mainly Kyman, some Candy and some Dip. Possible other pairs as well.
This takes place in medieval Europe, in case you couldn't guess. The kingdom in which Cartman rules over will be remained unnamed unless I change my mind (suggestions are welcome) Was inspired by the amazing Song Of Ice And Fire series, go check it out or watch the show on demand! I'll do my best to make this story one of my greatest!
And I know the title is cheesy but it was all I could come up with and it kind fits the story. Anyway, please enjoy the story, hope you like it!
A Change Of Heart, Prologue
Out of all the rooms in the castle, the prince's bedchamber had to be the warmest. The servants scarcely needed to be bothered by lighting a fire in his room, only on cold nights during the winter. The royal estate had been built right beside a natural hot spring, making the land outside the castle foggy with the springs hot steam and the water used from it never cold.
Though the warmth of the hot spring was nice to the castle's inhabitants, the heat would be unbearable for someone not used to it, like Kyle. He detested the heat, even more so in the morning when he had to go into the prince's room to wake him. The royal boy's bath was always hot and steamy, and the walls of his bedchamber were always warm to the touch.
Kyle hated it. But then again, there was nary a thing in the castle that he actually liked. Since he got here not to long ago, he had hated everything about the castle and the prince. But all that changed one morning when Kyle stepped into his lord's bedchamber to wake him. That morning was the first time Kyle got a good look at prince Eric Cartman's sleeping face.
For some reason, the sight of the sleeping boy caught his interest.
Lord Cartman was not a handsome boy, with his light chestnut hair and pudgy face that was for some reason incapable of growing hair to hide his extra chins. It's a wonder how such a lovely woman like Queen Liane could produce such an unpleasant looking son. No doubt the lavished life that the widowed queen has bestowed upon her son has spoiled him.
No matter where he was, he was always a head taller then everyone around him and at least twenty pounds heavier. But despite his weight the fat lord was gentle and graceful on his feet, like a dancer on a stage. Kyle has found that most interesting about his new lord.
He wondered how someone so grossly fat could be so light as he walked, like a graceful lady dancing on the balls of her feet.
Another thing Kyle took interest in was Lord Cartman's eyes. He remembered the first time those eyes trailed up and down his figure, it was the first day he came to work in the castle. Kyle remembered how those eyes made his blood run cold. Not because they interested him, but because they frightened him. His face was hard and cruel as he looked the redheaded servant up and down, judging him.
his eyes were as cold and dark as black steel. They cut through Kyle like a sword. After he had time to eye his new lord, he was even more frightened. His mother and father used to hurt him, they even let others hurt him too, but he had never feared them as much as he feared this man now. "I don't want to be his servant," He had told his parents the night before he was to be sent to the castle, before he even met Cartman. "Please, please don't make me go!"
But he was denied. The widowed queen had paid his parents a hefty price for their eldest son, they weren't about to give all that money up just because Kyle didn't feel like going. So against his will, Kyle was thrown into the carriage the queen had sent for him and was on his way to the castle. He watched from the back window as his village and his old life quickly disappeared from view, where he was sure he would never see it again.
Snapping back from his thoughts, Kyle looked down at Lord Cartman's sleeping face and wondered; Who was he to criticize his lord for his looks? Who was he to talk down a prince? He was a gaunt young lad with a freckled face and thick red hair. His hair was his only good quality, as his mother had often told him. That and his bright green eyes that often had a feverish look in them.
He had nervous hands and was clumsy when he worked. If it weren't for the fact that he was one of the few people in his village that knew how to read, then the queen would have never chosen him of all people to come work for her precious son. Lord Cartman had urged her to take in all the people that knew how to read, lest they teach others. They didn't want their people to become smart enough to try and revolt. Keeping them dumb was their best option.
Though Kyle didn't find his new lord very attractive, he couldn't help but notice how peaceful he looked in his sleep. Like this, his face gave off a totally different impression then it does when he was awake. The cold, distasteful look in his expression was gone, replaced by the calm tranquility of sleep. He looked so defensless right now, so innocent.
Could this really be the face of the heartless, cruel prince Cartman?
Kyle gazed down at the fat boy in the bed, marveled at how peaceful he looks. Hesitantly, he reached out a hand to gently stroke the soft brown hair off his sweaty forehead, careful not to wake the young prince. A feeling of surprise mixed with a bit of guilt overcame Kyle when he heard a low chuckle erupt from deep in the prince's throat. The redhead looked into Cartman's now opened eyes, his own wide and startled. The fat boy still in bed grinned up at him.
"See something that you like?" He teased. Kyle jumped back, pulling his arm away from his lord's face. The prince sat up, the subtle, almost cunning smirk never leaving his thick lips as he looked at Kyle. The servant boy had no doubt now that the fat prince had been awake this whole time. He was quick with his apology and was about to head towards the door when the prince reached out and grabbed his hand.
Kyle was surprised when he was pulled onto the bed, then a bit frightened when he found his torso being straddled between two thick thighs. He feared that he would now be punished for daring to lay a hand on the prince. He cringed and waited to be struck. But instead of hurting Kyle, prince Eric began to say things that Kyle didn't understand. His fear was now overcome by confusion.
"You little rat." The prince spat, a malicious grin gracing his pudgy face. Kyle found it hard to breath with all the weight being pressed against his small frame. He felt his face heat up and feared that his head was going to pop off from all the pressure. But he doesn't dare struggle out of fear of angering prince Eric even more.
The fat boy leaned down to whisper in the redhead's ear. "Your lucky Wendy visited me last night. If not then you would be pleasuring me right now." His voice was laced with a tone Kyle didn't recognize. He didn't understand what Eric was saying but for some reason his words made him feel funny. Some of the blood in his cheeks ran to a different part of his body.
He had to stop himself from whimpering when the prince got off him. For some strange reason unbeknownst to Kyle, he didn't want Eric to get off him just yet. He wanted him to stay and explain what he had just said. But Kyle didn't dare press his luck by asking. When Eric dismissed him, Kyle obeyed without hesitation and ran out of the room.
A/N; So how was that? Tell me what you think and I'll keep working on it!