(A/N: Hello my lovely and loyal readers! I'm going to have a lot on my hands with three fics in the works, but inspiration struck and I couldn't help myself! A little word of warning, though. This fic will contain violence and death, as well as some mentions of sexuality (but nothing graphic). Basically, everything Game of Thrones has to offer will most likely be in this fic. Also, Perfectworldshipping is the prevalent theme, so if you don't like that, turn back now! Until next time, LadyPineTree out!)

A pair of Fletchling hopped and pecked amongst the dry, fallen leaves of Autumnfell. They looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, ruffling their wings. They flew off as two men walked past on a stone path.

A young man with wavy, jet black hair walked alongside a taller man with flame red hair that matched his elaborate garb. The shorter man's name is Augustine. The red haired man's name is Lysandre.

Augustine is a resident of Autumnfell, studying Pokemon's hidden powers alongside a mysterious man named Colress. Together as student and teacher, they strive to discover how to bring out the ultimate power of their Pokemon. Lysandre was from the neighboring continent of Easteros, and had the honor of being the younger brother to the king. His elder brother AZ ruled the realm with a kind heart and loving soul. However, the realm's beloved king had fallen ill some time ago, and nobody knew exactly what it was. It seemed to be incurable, and worsened as time went on. To make matters worse, a growing threat of civil war loomed over the eighteen kingdoms.

Which was the very reason for the visit to Autumnfell.

Lysandre noticed his brother approaching slowly. Turning to Augustine, he smiled. "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The smaller man bowed his head. "It was an honor to get to know you, Your Grace." The redhead chuckled. "Please, call me Lysandre."

The professor smiled warmly. "I shall remember it."

Lysandre watched the other man leave until he felt AZ's large hand rest on his shoulder. "Ready to head home?" he asked his younger sibling in a gruff yet friendly voice. "Of course. And you need to rest after such a long journey, Your Grace." The pair met up with a group of escorts who had prepared a Rapidash-drawn cart, as the king was too ill to ride. Once their escorts had mounted their Gogoat, Lysandre grabbed the reins, giving them a gentle tug and clicking his tongue to get their long trip back to Easteros started.

His mind started to drift back to his conversation with Augustine. Sure it couldn't have just been coincidence they had met? Was it fate? They had only spent a brief amount of time together, but Lysandre felt as if he'd known the man his whole life. He already felt a longing to be back with the young student. What kind of feeling was this? A deep desire for someone...

His thoughts were interrupted when AZ languidly leaned his head against his shoulder. "Feeling all right?" he asked in a concerned tone. The king sighed softly. "I'm just tired. Perhaps this long journey wasn't a good idea. I'm too ill to be traveling like this." Lysandre quirked an eyebrow. "I don't see how I couldn't have come to Autumnfell on your behalf. After all, I have been told I have a way with words." AZ sighed again. "Like hell it would have made a difference. Trying to negotiate with a man like Ghetsis is as futile as teaching a Fennekin to swim. I've never seen such a power hungry fool in my life."

Lysandre's next words were drowned out by his Honchkrow's loud squawking as the Big Boss Pokemon perched above the two. He reached up to stroke the bird Pokemon's white chest for a brief moment before turning his attention back to his brother. But AZ had nothing left to say, obviously exhausted before their three day journey back to Easteros had even begun. It was quite obvious that the king's days were numbered.

During those three days, thoughts of Augustine continued to linger in Lysandre's mind. He felt a strange flutter in his chest whenever he thought of the young man's perfect smile, or his stone grey eyes that sparkled like jewels, or his lovely laugh. He'd never felt like this. An unknown emotion that lingered even when he tried to push it away or ignore it.

After what seemed like the longest 72 hours in history, the familiar statues of the mythological Pokemon Xerneas and Yveltal came into view, indicating the presence of Easteros Castle. As Lysandre assisted AZ out of the cart, his young daughter Serena came rushing out, wearing a puffy, pale pink dress. "Father!" she cheered, rushing up to AZ and throwing her arms over his massive shoulders. "You're finally back!" The king gently hugged his daughter back, making the princess look tiny with his huge arms around her.

"Serena darling, be gentle with your father. He must be exhausted after his travels." Queen Diantha walked in after her daughter, wearing a flowing white dress resembling a Gardevoir. The king and queen exchanged a brief kiss before she asked, "How were the negotiations?"

AZ's normally calm visage turned grim. "There were no negotiations." Diantha bit her lip. She knew how wicked Ghetsis could be, but she figured he would at least have the sanity to even consider listening to the wishes of another. The fate of the Iron Throne was unstable, and he knew that. The sage wanted nothing more than complete control of the realm; to rule with an iron fist. He would be more a tyrant than a king.

Now, Lysandre had two struggles.

Wrestling with his feelings for Augustine, and his inevitable future as king.