A/N: This story will be in Arthur's P.O.V for the most part. I might change it every once in a while.
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Fate
Such a strange thing. It can be used for both good and bad. It decides everything for us. What we will eat. When we will sleep. Even who we will love.
It is neutral but people often interprete it in two ways. Whenever something bad happens fate is a cruel mistress. When something good happens fate is a wonderful thing.
But for me it is a nothing but a controlled loveless life. Often reminding me that my life is meaningless.
Hello my name is Arthur Kirkland. I'm just your average princess waiting for her (or rather his) prince in shining armor. Unfortunately that will never happen. For my future husband has already been chosen for me by my controlling parents.
It's your typical story. My parents are greedy bastards who want nothing but money. So they sold me to the highest bidder which was a prince from a big and wealthy country. Now I am to be married to a man named Matthew Williams.
I've heard many rumors about him. Both good and bad. Some say that he's a kind and timid but also strong and wise man. The ideal alpha in his prime. Others say that he is demanding and made sure others knew their place. An abusive alpha that have bedded many omegas ridding their purity and ruining their chance of a bright future. I hope that the good ones are true.
"Arthur dear. What are you thinking about?" Asked my mother.
"Oh nothing important. Just wondering what my husband to be will be like." I answered truthfully.
"I see." She answered her lips forming a thin line. Those words along with her expression means that she doesn't approve but won't say anything on account that my eldest brother Alistair is currently in the room as well.
Alistair glared at her knowing what that look meant as well. Mother shrinked in on herself feeling ashamed. But not for what she was thinking but rather that she let herself get caught. A proper omega never shows their anger, discomfort or irritation in front of an alpha. It was considered rude and unomega like.
I smiled in triumph when Alistair continued to give her dirty looks. Eventually she left. Not able to take all the tension anymore.
"Thank you Alistair. I appreciate your help." I thanked as soon as she closed the door.
"Of course. I'd do anything for my little Artie." Alistair said ruffling my hair.
Even though I'm 15 he still treats me like a child. Probably because he's 26 years old and has always protected me from those who would try to use me.
"Stop calling me that. I'm not a child anymore. I'll be 16 in just a few day's." I pouted.
"I know I know. But you'll always be my little Artie to me. Even when you're all grown up and have a family of your own." He chuckled.
I groaned feeling embarrassed. My future mate will never bed me if he finds out my nickname. I just know it.
"You don't need to worry about what Mr. Williams will be like. I've met him before and he seems like a respectable young man." Alistair said reassuringly.
"Wait when did you two meet? And how did you know I was thinking about Mr. Williams again?"
"When you were on your last heat. He came to meet you but once he found out that you started. He understood and asked if we would mind him staying so that we could get to know each other. He left the day before you finished And I know you very well Artie. I've helped taken care of you since you were a baby."
"He did? Why didn't you tell me? And stop calling me that." I asked.
"I wanted to but mother and father forbade it. They believe in traditional marriage meaning-"
"That I can not meet my husband to be until our wedding day because of tradition and all that. Ugh I'm tired of hearing that."
Alistair chuckled. Seeming to not mind being interrupted by my irritated rant.
"So am I little brother. So am I." He chuckled before going back to his book.
We sat in a comfortable silence. Now that mother was gone and not judging my every move we were able to relax.
I don't know why but mother hates me to the core. It's not because I'm an omega that's for sure. I know because my second eldest brother Owen is an omega and is treated like her most prized possession. It has to be something else.
Though I have my suspicions I have nothing to prove it other than appearance.
You see I look nothing like my mother. Her eyes are dark brown, her hair a pretty Chesnut brown and voice as whimsical as a birds song. Her skin is a nice tanned colour and free of blemishes. Her figure obviously used to be perfect until she had four children (I'm not including myself of course). She had poise and grace.
I on the other hand have unruly blond hair that refuses to stop looking messy, even when it's long (I tried to grow my hair out so that I could be as pretty as my mother. Didn't turn out as I had hopped.). My skin a sickly pale colour with unsightly freckles that could be seen if you looked close enough. My voice was grading and had that odd accent that I had gotten from a previous nanny. I'm extremely clumsy and have no grace what so ever.
When I think about it my father would always mention a woman named Guinevere when drunk. A beautiful maiden that he had met through a friend (?) named Lancelot. Lancelot and Guinevere had fallen in love and planned to run away together. Apparently Guinevere was married to a prince named Arthur Pendragon. I don't know the details since for the most part it was just drunken rambling.
I figured that maybe my father and Guinevere had gotten drunk together one night and had drunken relations. Then she became pregnant and had me. Naming me after her first love for whatever reason and dropped me off at te castle in hopes of me having abetter life before running away.
That's what I hopped happened anyways. I never confirmed it with my father and probably never will in fear of what the truth really is. Which is that Morgana is my real mother and didn't love me because I'm an ugly and unsightly person. That I was a mistake and will never have a mother's love.
After a while I decided to leave the library and head to the gardens that I love so much. It always makes me happy to see the beautiful bloom of the traditional silver and gold roses that only grow in the castle gardens of Canterlot.
It was extremely beautiful and magical. It was believed that if a person was in it enough they would become as beautiful as the garden itself. While I didn't believe the rumors I still had a little hope that they were true. Maybe then I can get my mother's approval.
However I don't know why people believed in these silly legends. All magic was banned here. If anyone possessed any magic at all they were either banished or exiled. It would depend on their age and if they committed any crimes with their magical abilities. More often than not people were simply exiled and sent to Spades who would welcome them with open arms.
The country had plenty of land and only a few people so they took in anyone that needed a place to stay or start over. From what I've heard many other kingdoms were sending magic users there as well. Only three other kingdoms believed that magic could be used for good as well.
As I made my way to the center of the gard where a beautiful white gazebo stood I noticed that I was being followed. I continued to walk as if I have not noticed them. I walked up the gazebo steps and sat down on a cool stone bench.
The second I sat down something flew on the right side of my face. I felt a slight sting and a wet substance begin to flow down my cheek. I still didn't move. Instead I just looked at the object that flew straight past me which happened to be a silver dagger.
"Damn it I missed." I heard the perpetrator whisper (rather loudly) to themselves.
"Who's there?" I asked still refusing to move.
They stayed silent.
"Look I know you're there so you might as well come out."
After a few minutes I heard some rustling leaves then footsteps on the stone path. They stopped right in front of the entrance to the gazebo.
"When did you notice me?" They asked. Their voice sounded deep as if they had just finished puberty and were still getting used to talking in such a dark and deep voice.
I hummed pretending to be in deep thought. "Hmm probably about half way here."
"Why didn't you run or call the guards?"
"Because it wouldn't have done any good. I figured that my best bet would be to stay calm and figure it out as I go."
"Dude that's stupid." They stated bluntly.
My jaw almost dropped. Did this person have no manners? Well they are an assassin (I'm guessing) so to them I'm probably beneath them. Which wouldn't be wrong. They certainly have more use than I do.
"No it is not. It worked did it not?"
"You just got lucky."
"Either that or you're a terrible excuse for an assassin."
"Ok one, I'm not an assassin. I'm a hit man. two, I'm great at what I do. In fact I'm the best. And three, you just got lucky, thats all. I won't miss next time. And four, you shouldn't talk back to a hit man or an assassin. That's just the stupidest thing I've ever heard someone do." They boasted.
"Stupidest isn't a word idiot. It's, "That is the most stupid thing I have heard anyone do." You could have also used the word idiotic, moronic and unintelligent. I suggest you widen your vocabulary. And another thing, you are obviously terrible at what you do since you were only 17 feet away from me. Any decent assassin could have hit their target from that distance."
Before he could say any retort I got up and left through the other entrance to the gazebo. My long dress swaying gracefully with every step I took.
After I was some ways away I heard tem shout, "I told you I'm a hit man not an assassin! And I'll get you! Just you wait!"
I smirked. This turn of events may turn out interesting. Maybe even more interesting than I think.
A/N: I hope you liked it so far. Please let me know what you think. Thank you for reading!
I don't own Hetalia or the story of King Arthur.