A/N: I haven't seen many, if any of these types of stories, so I've decided to take a fantasy look at the Chipmunks. I own none of these characters.

We Three kings… And their Brides…

Chapter 1

Alvin smacked Simon's blade out of the way and circled around, using a vertical slash from his second sword. Simon easily parried it and smacked the blade with his remaining blade. "Alvin, remember what I've taught you!" Simon screamed over the resounding clang of metal. Simon swung his blades in a straight-forward stab which Alvin blocked with a cross block, bringing his swords and Simon to the ground with his swords forming an "x". Simon shot Simon a smug look that instantly turned to shock as Simon brought his foot up, connecting his foot with Alvin's chin.

"What is the world was THAT?!" Alvin asked as he wiped his chin and clothes as he stood up. Simon chuckled and cleaned off his blades before returning them to their respective sheathes.

"That, Alvin, is called improvising." Simon stated in his usual matter-of-fact tone. Alvin rolled his eyes and sheathed his blades. I'll show him one of these days, Simon would never truly challenge me. Especially since I'm going to be the prince soon. Alvin thought to himself. Simon walked over and put an encouraging hand on his brother's shoulder. "Worry not my brother, your skills in swordsmanship are minimal, but your heart is huge. You will make a great prince, then an even greater king." Simon reassured him.

"A weak swordsman will make a weak leader." Alvin retorted with a frown. Their father had told them the phrase several times.

"Alvin…" Simon was cut off by the ring of the tower's bell. He sighed and the two brothers left the courtyard heading for their father's chamber. "Alvin, father has misled you, a good king rules through the power of his heart, not of his blade." Simon assured him once again.

"At least what we're heading for will not leave us physically scarred." Alvin commented, rubbing his chin. Simon heaved a small chuckle. They walked through the long corridor. Servants stared at Alvin's magnificent silver armor, which he had chosen to wear today. There was a legend around the castle which spoke of the armor; being given the armor as an infant he had only heard one talk of the enchanted metal. One storyteller who was hidden in the darkest depths of the castle had spoken of the legend. The armor was forged from silver out of sacred mountains which had been enchanted by a mighty sorcerer. The legend claimed that the armor was given to a mighty man who founded the great kingdom of Avendale. This man was Alvin's ancestor, one of the first kings. They say he had no true name, but was then given the name of king Fourwinds, since he had brought four lands together to make the kingdom.

Simon however did not have the privilege of owning such an extravagant garment. Simon, at a young age, had been appointed the castle's high scholar. He accomplished this at the age of five. Wisdom from the mouths of babes, his mother called it. She had passed away but a year after Simon was appointed. Simon being in this position was not usually clad in armor, and today he wore his usual dark blue robes. Simon liked simplistic clothing and still loved his sword fighting. (Which he primarily did in his cloaks if at all possible.) Alvin was envious of Simon's freedom in clothing choices. The only individual thing about his armor was the red tabard he was allowed to drape over the front of it.

They had reached their father's chambers by the time Alvin was able to pull himself from his thoughts. He looked around to be greeted by the gray stone walls of the round corridor.

"Good afternoon my sons." A deep voice bellowed. Simon and Alvin both kneeled at the sound of the voice. The light sound of footfalls could be heard just before their brother Theodore kneeled beside them. Theodore, being the youngest of the three, would not ascend the throne until the fall of his brothers. Thus, he was stuck in classes all day.

"Good afternoon you Highness." The three of them replied in unison.

"Arise my sons, for today is a day of celebration." Their father said his voice in an upbeat tone. The brothers looked at each other, then at their father confused. "Alvin, my firstborn, the day has finally come." Alvin looked at Simon; there was not a look of understanding on Simon's face, but one of fear. "Alvin today is the day you finally become prince." A smile crossed Alvin's face, but Simon still had fear in his eyes. Alvin walked forward and kneeled in front of his father. "Not so fast Alvin." He told him. "A prince must be accompanied by a princess." Alvin understood his brother's shock.

"A Princess, father, is it really necessary that I be pushed into choosing a future queen?" Alvin asked. It was his turn to be afraid. Alvin's father nodded.

"There will be three princesses for you to choose from. You brother Simon will also choose his bride to be and Theodore will be given the last." His father explained. "Now, boys, I must warn you, all three of these princesses are the embodiment of pure beauty that this kingdom has to offer." The brothers nodded their heads in agreement. Their father circled around Alvin, surveying every inch, taking in every detail about him; It was as if he was being surveyed for a painting. "Alright, the time has come. Bring in the girls!" the king's voice bounced off the walls as his servants rushed to the door on the other side of the corridor and opened the steel door. The princesses smiled just beyond the shadows of the door. A rock formed in Alvin's stomach as the first of them stepped into the light.

A/N: Dun Dun Dun!!! Lol Jk jk, ok, so I decided the next chapter will be where they meet the women of their destiny. Did I make all of the points clear? Anything I need to focus on? Please review and tell me.