Um Hello this my very first SSBB fan fiction and also my very first time posting my written work to the public, I am not the best with writing stories but I tried my best..! Please refrain from flaming my work.
Please enjoy And Thank you for choosing to read "Runaway Groom..?"..!
Coupling: IkeXMarth
Summary: Marth has been forcibly set into an engagement to a brainless, pampered princess of a neighboring kingdom to set an alliance between the two kingdoms. Finally, the wedding day arrives, everything is put in place, but everyone soon discovers there will be no groom anxiously awaiting his bride to be. Marth has fled, wandering off until he stumbles upon a seemly abandoned castle to find that he is not alone.
Note that story will be AU.
Now without further ado I give you chapter one!
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Chapter 1: In Times Of Fear, Courage Comes:
The kingdom of Altea was currently in a period of calamity, their prince has been missing weeks upon weeks and still no trance of him had yet been found.
Perched at his throne king Cornelius sighed looking over his troops, distress etched into his aging face.
"Has there been sign of my son yet..?"He tiredly asked.
The troops looked at each other in question and shook their head gravely.
"No your majesty we have found no trace of the prince since the day of the wedding."
Cornelius gave an aggravated sigh and rubbed his throbbing temples.
"Then continue your search…"
"B-but sir we searched all of Altea!" one solider piped the others nodding in agreement.
"Check elsewhere! I will not rest until my son is found!" the king snapped.
After hearing their beloved ruler snap at them the soldiers knew their leader was truly hurting inside, he had never had once lost his temper to them. With a firm nod they began marching out the quarters leaving the king to grief.
Sighing once more the ruler of Altea watched his troops march off.
"Where ever you may be I hope you are safe my son, Marth…"
"H-help…" A feminine voice called out, the voice came out like the wicked snarl of an old crone, empty sounding and hollow, so frail the autumn wind brushed it away with its frosty fingertips.
There lain on the ground at the top of a bed of leaves was the prince of Altea.
The wind brushed pasted the tattered fabric of the once beautiful suit as Marth made an effortablely attempt to stand. The ripped edges of the jacket blew about tiredly as he planted his hands to the ground forcing him-self up.
His breath rose and fell as he began to move forward. The leaves were turning colors right before his eyes, his eyes shone in pain as held his throbbing chest.
"How long…H-have I been wandering like this…?" he questioned him-self. "How long…will I last…?"
Right when the prince thought all hope was lost he spotted a cracked staircase leading up the hillside.
Looking up the hill he gave a small smile, his finger tips trailed the cold surface of the railing and began to follow the steps that led up the hillside, crawling up them in his weakened state.
After completing the task of dragging himself up to the top he looked up, his lips opened into a surprising gape, his teal eyes flickered with amazement and curiosity at the structure gloomily looming over him.
Before him was an enormous castle. It was if he had stumbled by mistake into a fairytale book mothers would read to their child to put them to sleep at night.
Slowly he trekked forward to the steal iron gate guarding the castle before him. Fragile hands grasped the bars of the icon structure and pulled it open, which much to his surprise opened with one light tug, its ancient hinges shrieking throughout the crisp autumn air.
Marth stepped ahead walking down the cracked pathway ahead of him leading to the rather large entrance. As he made his way down the pathway he gazed upon the statues of gargoyles decorating either side of the path, their lively bright yellow eyes staring at him menacingly. Their piercing stare giving the prince goose bumps from their mere sight.
Wearily he continued on until he reached the castle's entrance. His aching fingers clutched around the giant handle of the doorway tugging at with all his might. His heart fluttered in gratitude as the door slowly creaked open letting him be able to slip him-self inside slamming the door behind him.
Darkness soon enveloped his vision and his heart began slowly hammering in his chest.
"H-hello is anyone living here…?" his voice echoed about, bouncing from the walls and chilling his very being as it reached his ears as a fearful whisper, he sounded much like a small child afraid of the dark. "P-please if anyone is here may you please help me..? I-I did not mean to intrude but I have been traveling for weeks and I was hoping if I may use your home as shelter for a few days?"
Only silence had greeted the well mannered prince in his depress plead. Silently he continued to creep about the castle, his hands searching the walls for some sort of lighting. The faintness smile was plastered to his face as the room around him was bathed in moonlight; it was good as any light he could have possibly find in the creepy old castle.
Tapestries hung high from the walls, down to the marble floors below. Trailing against its surface, dust and moths seemed to have attacked them brutishly. Priceless treasures lain in heaps on the floors, a staircase was placed in the middle of the room; the red of carpet adoring the stairway had splotched been with black, most of it with pieces missing and moth made holes. A side from the carpeting it really was a lovely marble stairway. No cracking was in it, neither were chunks missing from it. It truly stood the test of father time.
Suddenly, a rustle echoed the building,Marth's eyes widened and he jerked his head in direction he had heard the faint sound come from, peering up high, two hallways stretched out from the landing on the staircase, the one on the right was where the noise had been distributed.
"Is someone there..?" quietly Marth made his way up the stairway holding falchion tightly in grasp. "Will you please answer me..?" He jumped standing perfectly still as a louder sound ventured from the hallway, his eyes widening at a faint glow that flickered along one of the back walls.
"I know someone's there so show yourself you coward..!" Suddenly, without warning, what it was had heard him and leapt dangerously from the railing and effortlessly sailed down through the air and onto the step before him.
"Get out!" a male voice boomed, anger coating his every word.
The Altea prince sucked in a breath nervously peering into the piercing cerulean blue of the male before him.
"S-sir please I-I beg of you! I am in desperate need of shelter…" he whispered softly his voice quivering.
"I do not care be gone from my home!" was the snarled reply the prince received.
"I assure I am no were peasant, I am the prince of Altea—"
"I do not care who you are or where you came from, Out of my domain!" the man gripped at Marth's shirt lifting him with no effort into the air. He quaked in his boots as the man fiercely glared upon him.
"Now be gone!" in one swift movement the prince was carried down the stairs and was thrown to the floor.
Marth looked up wearily as a slender finger was pointed at him "Never, EVER come here again!"
"B-but sir—"
But before he was able to complete his sentence he fell unconscious to the floor; the last thing him seeing was the cerulean eyes glaring upon him.
Well there you have it; I hope you enjoyed this first chapter..! Chapter two will be posted soon!
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