A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with a new story!

So as promised, I am writing this after the completion of Starring MBAV. I have a clear path on what I want to do with this story. It will consist of 20 chapters or less. Depends on my mood :) But I will have you know that I am excited for this! Eeks!

This is probably the most complex thing I have ever written, and probably the only complex story since I don't like being so confusing. It is outside my comfort zone since it is in a different writing style, ish. And a lot of fancy vocabulary that I am not used to. Before everyone asks, pairings remain a secret until further notice. Trust me, it is for the best. Although, I have a feeling you will know them as you read on.

The time setting is more of a modern medieval. I don't know how to explain it, but it is new as it is old. Wow. I am confusing myself.

Full summery is on my profile, so if you want to know what you could expect from this story, might as well take a trip to me profile, eh? Jokes!

I don't have much to say, so let's get started, shall we?

Disclaimer: I don't own MBAV or its characters. I do own this AU I made. Just saying.

ENJOY!

The Royals: Chapter 1: All Hail The Morgan Kingdom

Ethan stood in front of the mirror of his room, its golden bindings bouncing off the little light that entered the room. He fixed the silk tunic that he wore as he looked at himself in the mirror.

He was told he was the spitting image of his father, and to be honest, he didn't really mind. Being the oldest, maybe he captured the resemblance of his dad. And he was heir to throne anyway, so maybe he absentmindedly learned to become his father. But all that mattered is that he learned everything he could so he could get all the knowledge he wanted about being a great king. A leader. A ruler.

The clock struck eight o'clock. Ethan looked up at the clock in his room as he smiled sullenly.

Of course, he had to eat dinner first.

This was the first family dinner he had in a long time. Yes, he always ate dinner, but never with all of his family. There were reasons of course. Rory and his father would sometimes argue, Benny didn't come because he he was doing, well, whatever he does. His mother was out or his father was in his study. Plus, his family didn't gather together all the time anyway. So today was a good day for his family and himself.

A knock suddenly came from the hollow wood of his door. A triple knock. Ethan hadn't heard one of those in a while as well. A triple knock was the signal he and his brothers had made from when they were wee little children. And only one brother would use that still today.

"Ethan? It's me."

Ethan grinned as he knew the familiarity of the voice behind the door. It echoed through his ears as his mind registered the words. He smoothed out his hair as he opened the door.

"Hello Rory." He said quietly. "Come in." He motioned Rory to come in as he smiled.

"No can do E!" He said gleefully as his grin widened. His eyes lit up like lights as his voice squeaked in excitement. "It's dinner."

The two words bounced around Ethan's room as his excitement grew. Ethan contained his joy in a subtle smile.

"Thank you Rory." He said sincerely. Rory smiled softly; it wasn't often that his older brother would compliment him in such manner. Even if it is just a small token of thanks. Rory answered in a nod as Ethan walked out with him, exiting his room as he and Rory walked.

The halls zoomed past them slowly as they flowed down the stairs in unison. Rory smiled.

"Do you know what father wants?" He asked quietly. Ethan had no answer as he thought it through.

Okay, he was sure that the dinner was more than just a meeting. He unfortunately also knew that it was a formal meeting. His father requested everyone's presence for dinner. He had a hunch it was something to do with his position as ruler, like how the stocks have changed drastically and how it effected the kingdom. Something urgent like that. Ethan knew that it was so important that he had to call in a family dinner.

"...Ethan? Ethan are you there?"

Ethan snapped to attention as he looked into Rory's eyes. He gave a lopsided grin.

"You daydreaming or something?" He asked. Ethan gave a lighthearted laugh that filled the halls. "In a way. I was just deeply thinking of an answer." Rory looked at him as they turned a corner of the huge manor their lived in.

"And what is your answer exactly?" He questioned. Ethan stopped to smile.

"I don't know." He said after a few moments of silence. Rory nodded in understanding as they finally reached the dining hall. Bertrum, the family butler, led them to the dining table from them. He was assigned to make sure only the royal family would enter. He showed no happiness nor sadness as his face remained expressionless.

"Have a grand meal Prince Rory and Prince..Ethan." He said, sort of spitting Ethan's name out as he strutted off, his strides long and mysterious. Ethan and Rory exchanged looks and a small, joking, smile. Bertrum was always a strange and mysterious man, and has served the Morgan Family for years. It was in his blood. Ethan knew that Bertrum knew the secrets to the kingdom more than he did. He just chose never to tell.

The two walked to the table, pulling two chairs beside each other and sitting down in unison once more. Ethan smoothed out the thick, velvet tissues and placed it on his lap. Rory smiled as he did the same.

"We are really on point, aren't we?" He joked, stirring Ethan away from the previous thoughts he was thinking. Ethan nodded as he gave a small smile. Ethan scanned the room as he frowned slightly at his younger child.

"I thought everyone was here?" He questioned. "Are they late or are we early." He stated more than asked. Rory's eyes lowered to the ground as he meekly grinned.

"I know. They'll come. I just wanted to spend time with my bro." He said, nudging Ethan playfully. Ethan laughed as he fist bumped his brother. Royalty just didn't change brotherhood, nor will it ever will. Ethan always remembered that, and so did Rory. Rory began to stir up a conversation when an unfamiliar blonde walked in. Ethan smiled softly, nodding his head in approval to the girl. Rory's eyes bulged.

"Who is the chick?" He whispered. Ethan swore he could see the smirk on the girl's face as the girl began to place down the plates and goblets. A pitcher of water filled the goblets as Ethan cleared his voice, lowering his voice to a whimper.

"Her name is Erica Jones." He gossiped, Rory's heart melting as the girl - Erica now - poured water into his goblet. "Father hired her last week to pay her father's debt to the kingdom. She didn't refuse, but she didn't accept." Erica curtseyed as she walked off silently. Rory's eyes followed the waft of blonde hair as he smiled.

"Is she a talker?" He finally asked. Ethan swirled the drink in his hand as he hinted a smile. "Silent." He said. Rory nodded as he supped his water. "Makes it easier. Maybe she won't fight back."

The tension broke and the walls of maturity and quietness broke down around Ethan. He laughed as hard as he could, tears watering. Rory's laugh started off as a chuckle, which faded off to the same level of laughter Ethan shared with him.

It has been a while. Since Ethan had truly laughed.

Trumpets sounded as Ethan and Rory's laughter died down, smiles still etched to their faces. They stood from their place as Ethan made small eye contact with Rory. He grinned.

"Mother. Father. Hello." Ethan said as their parents graced their presence in the room. They sat down beside their sons as Rory gave a lopsided grin.

"Hey mom. Dad." He said, a goofy grin on his face. The King and Queen smiled at their sons.

"Grand you joined us my boys." The Queen smiled. After sharing small kisses, Ethan and Rory sat down with their parents. All four of them placed their orders to the chef as the King frowned.

"And where is your brother" He questioned, sipping his water. "I requested everyone's presence tonight. Rory." Rory's eyes meekly matched his father's as he sighed.

"Did you tell your brother of the gathering tonight?" He asked, not cutting around the bush. Rory's eyes lowered to the ground, a whimper in his voice Ethan never quite often heard before.

"I didn't. My apologies." He said quietly. Ross sighed, frowning at the middle child of the family.

"I knew it was wrong to ask you." He grumbled. Samantha's eyes widened as he kicked his leg under the tale. Rory shamefully drank his water, silence filling the room. His arm irritated him again as he winced, standing up in silence.

"Maybe I should leave." He said quietly. Before his father could utter one word, Ethan luckily went to the rescue.

"No. Stay." He glared at his father. "Father probably had a stressful day. I told Madame Lydia to invite Benny for Rory. I owed him one." He said, glancing at Rory. Rory shot Ethan a thankful glare as Ross nodded shamefully.

"Oh." He said quietly/ "My apologies Rory. Forgive me for my rude erupt. It was completely unnecessary." Rory nodded as he sat back down, taking a breath and forced a smile to paste on his face.

"Forgiven father." He said. Ross smiled in approval as the food came in. The four ate silently as Ethan heaved a sigh of relief. Everyone was on good terms. He nervously glanced on the grand clock on the wall. He prayed he wouldn't be late.

Suddenly, the doors swung open. Everyone's attention faced to the doors as the maid, Madame Lydia, smiled.

"Your majesty." She curtseyed. "I brought Prince Benny."

Ethan grinned. He hadn't seen Benny since his thirteenth birthday. And he was becoming eighteen in three days. Benny stayed in his room often, eating late when no one was awake (or so he thought). Madame Lydia's hair shone as something beneath it sparkled. But what surprised Ethan was his youngest brother.

Benny had grown taller in the past five years or so. His hair shagged above his eyes as his dark tunic shined in the light. His emerald eyes were wonderful as always though. Ethan was the first to speak to his younger brother.

"Good evening Benny. Long time no see." He said, adding the last part subtly. Benny bowed to his mother and father, eating the food that was ordered for him. He shot a quick glance at his older brother, hinting a small smile.

"Agreed brother." He said, his voice lower and raspier than Ethan remembered. He smiled behind his cup. It was a miracle he was here, let alone talking. Samantha sighed.

"Benjamin, you are late." She said quietly. Ethan shot her a glance as Benny nodded, stabbing his lettuce with his fork.

"Apologies for my tardiness." He said quite sourly. And he went silent once more as he Rory spoke up.

"So..father...what did you gather us here for?" He asked. Everyone looked at Ross, who wiped his mouth politely, the truth flowing out of his mouth.

"It has come to my attention that Ethan is growing of age. Three days time, he will be eighteen. Old enough to the throne." The chef entered with desserts as a shadow whisked the room. Ethan smiled as Ross continued.

"And alas, I grow of age as well." He mustered a small chuckle. It nervously spread through the room. Ethan knew however, there was a deeper meaning.

"What are you trying to say father?" He asked. The King set his glass on the table as he smiled.

"I want you to become King."

The room went silent. Ethan nearly dropped his glass.

"R-Really?" He stammered. "But I am not ready! I have not educated myself long enough, as far as I know, not even in the courting scene yet!" He rambled. Ross cut him off with a gentle smile.

"You are Ethan."

They ate in silence as Benny stood up.

"I apologize, but I must go to the market. I need some new shoes. May you need anything?" The King frowned disapprovingly. "At this time?" He questioned. The Queen shook her head.

"Let him Ross. Bring back three apples. Two for us, one for the chef. He requested." Benny nodded.

"Very well. I bid you farewell." He glanced at Ethan, and for the first time, hinted a smile.

"Congratulations Ethan."

And he whisked off, a shadow following him slowly. Ethan smiled as Rory stood up as well.

"I'm tired. I am going to bed. Goodnight." The King said nothing as the boy walked out. Samantha looked at the clock and gasped.

"I am late. I have made further plans." She took off quickly, not even mentioning where she was going. Ross smiled.

"I guess I'll be at my study." He patted Ethan's back softly.

"You'll be a great leader Ethan. Don't worry."

And with that, he left. Ethan sat alone in the dinning hall as he sighed, looking at the clock. Nine.

"I guess I must leave too."

And with that, Ethan left the room, secretly heading to the gardens and into the moonlight.

A/N- And that is the first chapter! I hope I gave you a clear insight on everyone's personalities.

So next update will be soon I hope. I still have to balance out a bunch of other stories.

So drop a review if you like what you read, or just wanna say hi. I am off. Goodbye! (Lol that rhymed.)

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