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Chapter 1: King Peter

Being a prince was not at all in its glorified name a fun thing to be, Peter mused as he watched the ballroom begin to fill up. Here and there florists could be seen adjusting the flowers beds; cooks were performing one last check on the feast, and courtiers bustled with activity making sure everything was absolutely perfect. This was the day his future wives were going to arrive and he had no choice but to choose one. His eyes shifted to his dad who was looking at the incoming guests with amusement. His mother was nowhere to be seen, not an unusual sight for her.

"Sneaking up on the ladies eh?" Peter scooted as his brother stood beside him, eyeing the crowd.

"Aye." Peter said dryly. Even though he was older, Regulus more than towered over him. "It should be you down there you know. I'm not ready to be a king."

"Be a king and miss all this fun?" Regulus winked as a maid walked by. She narrowed her eyes at him, stuck her chin up, and looked the other way.

The trumpets serenaded into the empty room and Peter gave one last heave for his hopeless self-heading down the stairs. The maid from earlier dropped her things and rushed towards the balcony, the others giggling behind her trying to catch a glimpse of the ladies entering the room.

Peter smiled nervously and headed out to the open doors where his father stood next to his mother. They did not disappoint. His mother dressed in ravishing red velvet, her crown (made by the finest goldsmiths in the land) gleaming upon her dark curls. His dad barely acknowledged his presence and simply nodded when his mother had informed him of it.

"Stand straighter." He drawled and Peter did, making sure to not let his only chance of impressing his father go in vain.

"Mummy!" So his little sister had finally decided to grace him with her presence. She stood arms folded looking particularly angry at a frozen Regulus on the stairs, whose eyes swiveled between his mother and Peter.

"I want Regulus to play with my dollies! But he says princes don't play with dollies!"

"Well that's not a problem is it sweetie." His mother smiled beautifully leveling up to his sisters height. "Regulus isn't a prince, are you Regulus?" her eyes shifted to Regulus so quickly and back that if Peter hadn't been so focused on her, he would have missed it.

Peter felt something like shame burning inside of him but one look at his father silenced him. Regulus unfroze, his face livid, and Peter thought he might make a move at his mother. But it was gone in an instant and Regulus smiled.

"Come on Lavender. Let's go get your dolly back."

Lavender squealed jumping on Regulus, and disappearing into the back of the castle, her giggles sending shivers down Peter's spine. In a moment he would be paraded by giggly girls. It was not a comforting thought. Peter looked towards his mother's stony face that unfortunately betrayed nothing of her expression. He gulped not knowing what to expect.

"Here they come." She said joining her husband near his throne. Peter stood by her, his face set in a smile. The first rule of being a king was to never let your emotions show.

He was in a slight daze as the feast ended and the festivities began. He couldn't even began to remember the names of each of the ladies who had bowed and introduced themselves, curtsying and giggling with each bow he clumsily returned. As he took his seat near his mother he eyed the girls desperately trying to recall their names in hope of not embarrassing himself once more. The one on his far left, eyeing Regulus, Pete remembered was named Hestia. She was a tiny thing with a beautiful smile and cheeks so pink as if roses had grazed them and never left. The one on her right was a docile angel. Her blond hair covered with a circe and beyond that she was a sight of holy white and gold.

"Your grace." She spoke in a voice that was sweeter than Pete had expected and she bowed deeply.

"Please." Pete smiled. "Call me Peter."

She looked up, blushing slightly. "I am honored King Peter, yet I cannot bring myself to talk to you as if we were equals. I am not even of noble birth-"she looked down suddenly shifting her feet. Peter recognized it, having done it so often. She was embarrassed.

He longed to reach out and comfort her but it was Regulus, dancing nearby, whose quick nod of head told him no. He looked back where his father was watching him as he stroked his chin, trying to look unconcerned. Having nothing more to say her, Peter walked away.

"Your grace." This one grinned at him much to Peter's surprise. Pretty girls never grinned at him. They usually bowed and giggled. "Don't you look absolutely dashing today?"

Her ladies in waiting rushed to her aid fawning over her, before Peter could respond to her abrupt comment.

"We apologize your grace; she's had a little too much to drink." One said. "Your majesty- come let's get you fixed up."

Peter nodded slowly and ordered the guards to take the tipsy princess to her room. They nodded and aided the giggling falling girl who was eyeing Peter's sword "Oh rubies how I love them-oh where-where are we going?"

Peter shook his head and headed towards the girl near the food. Ladies usually shyed away from the area as it was considered to be unladylike like. He grinned. He liked this one already. As he neared her she actually seemed terrified that he was approaching her in the first place. She didn't look like any different than the rest of them, dressed in a bottle green dress and holding a prawn unsure of what to do with it.

As he approached he realized he had no idea what to say. The girls usually started by bowing and then introducing himself and he followed their stride.

"Hi."

The girl turned to him surprised, dropping her prawn. "Hi-Peter" she gasped and covered her mouth "oh- your majesty!" She bowed clumsily. "How do you do on this delightfully lovely evening?"

Peter blinked. "I'm doing well-?" He waited for her to tell him her name but she simply stood there. She grabbed another prawn suddenly. "Do you know what these are by the way? I can't decide between it being a dessert or some sort of fish-I think it might be both though, do you guys always have food like this?"

Peter was clueless. Thankfully Regulus had come to rescue and had stolen him away. If Peter hadn't been distracted he would have thought he had heard the girl breathe a sigh of relief as he left. The thought was not entirely comforting. What did he do wrong?

"How am I doing?" Peter asked as Regulus led him to one of the corridors.

"As good as you can, Pete." He whispered. "Fathers not happy you went to the bakers daughter at first, but the 2nd girl was a good choice-"The maid from earlier walked by and Regulus suddenly looked dreamy. "I'll be back."

Peter looked uneasily from side to side. He didn't remember ever being in this section of the castle before. What type of king got lost in his own castle? His ancestors were probably rolling in their grave beneath him.

There was grunt, a boyish scream and a sound of metal clanging to the ground. Peter's hand automatically went to his sword. There was a rush of feet and Pete recognized his guards running towards him- or past him to the fallen boy. He wore the exact same royal blue robes as Peter, even the hair was parted the same way.

"The prince has fallen!" someone shouted. Peter eyes widened and he felt someone move behind him. He pulled out his sword pinning them to the wall. Regulus.

"You're here?" Regulus asked. "But they said you-"

"Not me." Peter said slowly. He started to make his way towards the guards who had mistaken the boy for him but Regulus held him back.

His mother and father were running towards the guards now and his mother was shaking his head. "No-that can't be Peter-not my baby no!"

Peter had never seen so much love pour out of his mother. It was affection mixed with a sense of hate that his mother only cared to show how much she loved him the moment he died.

Regulus walked up to his mom and whispered into her ear. She stopped crying and stood up, commanding the guards. "Turn him over." They looked at her oddly. "Turn him. NOW!"

They did so and she fell back leaning against the wall for support. Peter put his sword back by his side.

"I'm still alive." He said much to his mothers and fathers surprise who embraced him quickly. "I'm still alive." He repeated again as his mother stroked his hair. "I know sweetie, I know."

Peter looked towards Regulus, his eyes stony, remembering the voice he had heard in the dark corridor as he was walking.

Don't trust anyone. They're all planning to kill you King Peter.

A/N: So how was it? Do you like it? What characters are you hoping to look for? And who do you think Peter and Regulus's mom and dad are?