***This fic was origonally posted on Archive of Our Own. I am uploading it here, so it is COMPLETE! I did not have a beta for this fic, but there should be very few spelling/grammar mistakes. If this bothers you, then don't read it. Also, Ivan will be playing a DARK ROLE for some part of this fic, so be warned. If you're good and ready to go, then read on and enjoy, friend! ^_^
Summary:
Young Lord Matthew lived a peaceful life with his brother Alfred and their father. One day their home is ambushed by a rival group whose leader, Warlord Ivan, conquers the entire castle and lands. With their father dead and Alfred tortured in prison, Matthew is all that's left of their clan and family. To ensure a steady hold on the castle, Ivan takes Matthew as his bride/groom. With their personalities being bipolar in every way, can Matthew tame the dark warlord and regain his family's honor? Or will the dark and depressing state of his new life force the pure male to take violent action? (Also will be GerIta as a side pairing.)
(A touch of the whole 'Beauty and the Beast' short of fairytale, but not in the least bit happy)
***This will be a short fic, with only a few chapters. It was a great idea that came to me while waiting to fall asleep one night, and I was up planning it after that. I'm still experiencing with other pairings.
***Warning: Violence, minor yaoi
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 1
Matthew Williams walked along the road of 'Rabbit Run' from the main city back home to his castle at Ram Hill Hall. Winter had long since ended and spring was nearly at its end. He and his personal groom, Feliciano, stopped to pick up some wildflowers to feed to the newborn lambs back at the castle. The guards accompanying them stood back and watched, keeping on the lookout for trouble. The kingdom was currently at war, but it had not reached the regions of Ram Valley. They had already sent out their soldiers to fight, leaving some to help defend the castle should an attack be launched.
Matthew was the youngest son of their father, the current lord of Ram Hill. His older brother, Alfred, was next in line to the family lands and home. Alfred was a knight, yet remained at home to defend the family name. It never bothered Matthew that his brother would be entitled to more than him because he had his own title, which he had earned for himself. He was coming back from some charity work in the city, mainly visiting the orphanage and helping to hand out bread to the poor. The people all loved him, and Matthew gave it back to them as much as he could. How he wished he could help them all; people as well as animals. Another trait he was known for was his fondness for animals, especially horses and rabbits. Whenever the farm animals were ready to have their young, Matthew would always be there to assist them and greet the newborns.
Since he was never expected to become a Lord or soldier, Matthew was allowed to branch out with his interests and hobbies, unlike Alfred. Ever since he was little, Matthew had always been sickly and weak. His parents kept him inside the castle most of his young life, allowing him only as far as the farm grounds so he would not be susceptible to disease. He would easily get tired and fall asleep for many hours, which would happen daily. There was a certain drink the apothecary had given him, one that he still drinks to this day and every day. It was also how he grew to love maple syrup, a fine condiment that was his family's main source of income and trade. The mixed drink was sweetened ewe's milk, honey, and maple syrup. The sweetness would help to give him energy, and in turn he grew more productive. Matthew prided himself in how well he could make maple syrup of different textures and flavors. His always won at the kingdom fairs and the syrups were given to other nobles or lords as gifts. These were the only times when Matthew was noticed by his family. While he was loved dearly, his big brother and father often forgot about him, especially after their mother had died. Their father was always proud of him, but never showed it in private, only during public occasions.
But Matthew continued to remain gentle, friendly, and helpful to everyone around him. He loved both his father and big brother no matter what they did.
Yet all this happiness was about to melt away when the enemy attacked Ram Hill Hall late in the night.
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"Don't be scared Feli!" Matthew tried to calm the trembling man by hugging him close even though he too was frightened.
"I don't want to die, Mattie! I don't want us to die!"
"We'll be alright! My brother and father are fighting them off! Our defenses are very big! We'll be safe here!"
Matthew didn't believe his own words but Feliciano was his best friend and loyal servant, so he tried to be strong for him. The two huddled in the far end of his chambers as the sounds of battle raged on beneath them. Matthew had locked his door yet feared it would not hold to a swarm of angry soldiers coming to kill him. The screams were constant, as well as the ringing of weapons meeting and items falling. From outside the window, Matthew could see a glowing orange hue that was a sure sign of fire. The enemy had stormed their walls and set fire to everything within it. The stone would hold, but the farm animals and servants houses would be completely destroyed. Feliciano trembled in his arms and Matthew gave him a kiss atop the head, knowing it gave little comfort but it was the best he could do. His own body was trembling with fear; for his brother, father, people, friends, and himself. He didn't know what would become of him, or what the enemy would do to their family. Matthew had heard tales of a vicious warlord who slew and tortured his victims without mercy. Imaging what would happen to him almost had Matthew seeing black with faint. Both men shrieked and jumped when a heavy banging came at the door.
"MATTHEW!" It was Alfred's voice! "MATTHEW! OPEN UP! HURRY!"
Matthew left Feliciano and rushed to unlock the door, allowing his brother entry. He swiftly closed and locked it again behind him, then turned to look at his war-torn brother. "Alfred! Oh no, you're hurt!" He could see a bloody wound along Alfred's side as the man tried to conceal it. The sword Alfred carried was dripping with dark blood and his clothing was splattered with more of it. "Alfred, what is going on? You must sit down! Feliciano! Bring me some of that water!"
"Don't bother!" Alfred hissed, and collapsed to his knees on the floor, spent and exhausted.
Matthew gasped and knelt beside him. "Oh Alfie…Alfie." He had tears welling in his violet eyes. Feliciano brought over the basin of water. "Thank you."
Alfred just gripped the hilt of his sword and knocked Matthew's hand away. "The castle is lost, Matthew. Father is dead." Matthew gasped, covering his mouth with both hands. "Our soldiers are giving up…many have already surrendered with their bellies to the floor. I can't keep fighting in this state…he's just…he's just too damn strong!"
"Who?" Matthew asked.
"That bastard warlord!" Alfred answered through grit teeth, slowly beginning to slump forward with blood loss and exhaustion. "He is coming for us. I have to be here to defend you, Mattie." Alfred turned to look at him. "You are all that is left to me at Ram Hill."
"Alfred…!" Matthew hugged him, crying softly.
"I hear him!" Alfred cried out. "Both of you! Get behind me! NOW!"
Matthew held out his hand to Feliciano and both of them knelt behind Alfred, who forced himself to stand on bent trembling legs. He could hear Alfred's blood pitter on the floor, the only sound accompanying the sudden clanking of armor and chainmail. Matthew and Feliciano held each other close as the eerie sound came closer. Matthew wished he had something to arm himself with, but if Alfred and their army couldn't beat this man then how could he? Neither he nor Feliciano had any armor on; only their bed linens. The two of them always slept together for protection and companionship, just so was part of Feliciano's job description. Never had they thought they'd be scared awake by a bloody battle raging within the walls. Alfred hadn't had the time to put on proper armor or shield himself, which is how he ended up so badly beaten. Matthew, who was always so optimistic, felt every last shred of hope swiftly disappear and replaced with fear.
There was a 'BANG' on the door. Both men jumped and clung closer to the other.
Another bang.
Alfred gripped his sword with both hands.
One after the other the noise came; BANG! BANG! BANG! Until the heavy wooden door flung open.
Standing on the other side was a creature from the deepest and darkest parts of the underworld. Matthew's eyes, widen with terror, could not break their frozen gaze on the monster. The 'monster' was a man, but a large beastly one with black armor and a horned helmet. Slowly the demon walked in, his blood splattered face smirking with triumphant pride. Matthew had never seen armor like the one this devil was wearing. All black, covering the chest, shoulders, back, and torso. On the shoulders stood two large spikes that matched the style of the curved horns. On his arms he wore leather bands and his hands sported armored gloves with more spikes on the knuckles. A red cape flowed behind him; ripped, tattered, and dirtied with blood from the battle. In his hand was a bearded axe, its blade also covered in blood. Matthew had to hide his face when the man glanced at him, and that was when Alfred spoke.
"Stand back, Ivan!" He hissed at the armed man. "Your business is with me!"
"True, yet I have already beaten you." Ivan said with a laugh, twirling the axe in his hand. "Stand down now, Lord Alfred, and I might just spare your life."
"NO!" Matthew screamed, and then covered his mouth in terror.
Ivan, looking amused, set his gaze and crazed smile upon Matthew. "I think the little lordling disagrees. How sad." He mock pouted.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Alfred screamed, swinging his blade in Ivan's direction.
"Stupid boy. You think you still stand a chance against me with that wound and no armor? Look at you! You can barely stand!" He chuckled. "Even your elderly father put up a better fight than this."
Alfred growled. "Do not speak of him, you MURDERER!" He lunged at Ivan, sword raised, and bellowed a loud war cry. His sword was blocked by the axe, and the rest following after. The blood loss from his wound slowed him down, and he felt his vision start to blur and his head become foggy. The grinning smile of Ivan's smug face infuriated him, and Alfred knew he must do whatever he could to protect his little brother. But his weakened state alone was not enough. Ivan delivered a mighty blow to his gut, using only his booted foot. Alfred scream as the bottom of the boot collided with his wound, sending a torrent of mind-numbing pain. Like a rock he fell to the floor, his body lying flat on the textured carpet. 'Matthew…I'm sorry. I'm sorry I failed you…' He barely had the strength to speak.
Another blow to the face with Ivan's boot knocked him out cold.
"ALFRED-!" Matthew cried out and dashed to the fallen form of his brother, shielding the rest of Alfred body with his own. He cried into his brother's hair, holding him tight to his chest. Matthew feared his was dead, yet could feel the soft breathing from the bloodied form. 'He's still alive!' "ALFRED!"
"You cry your brother's name so beautifully, little lordling." Ivan loomed above them.
Matthew looked up at him with tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. "Please! Please, don't hurt him anymore! I beg of you!"
Ivan tilted his head. "You speak softly for a young man, especially when one has a dying brother in his arms."
"Please…please don't hurt him. He is my big brother! I love him!"
"I'm sure you do." Ivan crouched down, his leather and armor tightening loudly. "Look at me." His tone was firm, yet held a touch of gentleness.
Trembling, Matthew lifted his eyes and gazed at the black beast before him.
"So adorable." Ivan smiled. "Looking at me with terror-stricken eyes and small body trembling with fear, just like a scared little lamb." He reached his hand out and stroked Matthew's cheek with two fingers, leaving twin trails of blood over the pale skin. "Little Lamb, will you bleat for me like that?" Before he could receive an answer, five of his men swarmed into the room.
"Lord Ivan! We have taken the castle!" said one, "Ram Hill Hall is now ours! POWER TO THE DAYRIS CLAN!"
Ivan smirked and stood back up, turning to face his men. "All of you have fought well, and you shall be rewarded for your bravery and triumph. Take whatever valuables you can find. Help yourselves to the women; make them and the children our slaves. Kill the men if you must. We will fill this rich land and castle with the blood, power, and strength of the Dayris Clan!" The men cheered. "But first, take Lord Alfred to the dungeons. See to it that he doesn't die just yet." He smirked. "I have plans for him."
"Yes, my lord! And these other two?" Feliciano was trembling against the wall and Matthew was sobbing with tears.
"Take the servant and do what you want with him. However, I don't want him killed." Ivan turned back to Matthew's trembling form. "He is probably the only friend my Little Lamb will have here in my new castle."
Two men went to Feliciano, who screamed, kicked, and struggled as he was forced out of the room. Matthew screamed his name and reached his arm out towards his friend, knowing it was futile. Feliciano attempted to reach Matthew as well, begging and pleading with the young master not to let him be hurt. Matthew sobbed into his brother's back once Feliciano was completely pulled away, his cries still able to be heard down the hall. The other two guards grabbed one of Alfred's arms each and dragged him away. Matthew tried to reach for him but Ivan stood in his way, and he was too frightened to move any further. Now that they were alone in the room, Matthew felt completely vulnerable and powerless. His brother was gone. His father was gone. The castle was taken over by the enemy. What else could he do?
"Little Lamb, you ARE a young noble, are you not?" Matthew just nodded. "Then show me, how does a young defeated lord greet their sovereign?"
Matthew understood what Ivan meant, and he had no choice but to obey. Slowly, he settled onto his knees, folded his hands behind his back, and hung his head forward to expose his neck. He stared at the rug beneath him; focused only on the spot on the floor fresh with Alfred's blood. Right now, Ivan had full power and control over his life. Matthew knew that the warlord could kill him, torture him, or throw him into the dungeons with Alfred. Realizing his complete helplessness, Matthew finally closed his eyes and awaited the final judgment.
Nothing came. Only a long period of silence, and then, "Stand up." He did so, still keeping his head bowed while his body trembled like a leaf in a windstorm. "You may raise your head, Little Lamb." Matthew did so, but glanced away. "Look at me." The demand was soft, but coming from Ivan it may have well been spoken by a demon. And so, Matthew lifted his terrified gaze to Ivan's face. Ivan smirked. "Strip."
"W-what?" Matthew's eyes widened and he took a step back.
"I don't like having to repeat myself." He gave a friendly smile. "I know you heard me."
Matthew was blushing, gripping his clothes tightly to his chest and shied away. "N-No! I can't! I just can't! Please, don't make me!"
"I am the new Lord and Master here at Ram Hill, Little Lamb. You must obey me, or face a punishment. Bad little children must be punished, yes?" He chuckled. "Would you feel more comfortable if I did it for you?"
Matthew gasped. "NO!"
Ivan rolled his eyes, dropped his axe to the floor, and then his helmet. He left everything else on. "I just want to see everything that I am gaining with this victorious raid. Don't forget, I still have your darling big brother imprisoned. How do you think he would feel knowing that more of his punishment came from the defiance of his little brother?"
"You…you can't…!" Matthew was crying again, thinking about his poor brother who must be suffering now in the dungeons. He couldn't add more pain and punishment to Alfred's life. Maybe he couldn't defend the castle like a soldier, but he would do anything to keep his family and friends safe. With trembling hands, Matthew tried to silence his whimpers as he first removed his night shirt. Let it drop to the floor, right on the blood stain. He looked at Ivan, still weeping.
"All of it." He smirked. "I already like what I see. A fresh spring lamb, one that has yet to grow its wool or its horns." Ivan began to circle around the small form as the pants were dropped to pool around delicate feet. The man was clearly not a soldier or a fighter. His bone and skin structure were so delicate that Ivan pictured snapping the young man in half over his knee like a twig. "Remain like that. I want to look at you." He returned to the front, lifted Matthew's chin with his finger, and looked into the panic stricken face. 'I've heard of you, Matthew Williams. They say the people of Ram Valley love you more than they do their lord and future heir. 'A gentle spirit', they call you. Such sweet innocence. This is the face of a human who has never seen the cruelties of war or witnessed a tragic event. Completely sheltered. Unsullied. Untouched. Unscathed.' He smirked, and squeezed Matthew's jaw. 'The people of Ram Valley must learn to love me if I am to hold this vast land. What better way than to wed the most beloved and respected young lord? They'll have to follow me, and my precious little spring lamb will help to see to that.'
Matthew clenched his eyes shut, trying not to whimper at the crushing pressure on his jaw.
"Get on the bed, and lay on your belly."
'No! No, no, no, no!' Matthew's mind screamed at him but he paid it no mind and let his trembling feet carry him to the bed. Just as commanded, he lay down on the top sheet, his legs tightly pressed together while his hands fisted in the pillow. He could hear Ivan walking over to him; hear that leather and armor making eerie music together. The bed shifted with an added weight and Matthew's heart beat rapidly in his chest. He could hear the thumping in his ears and fell it all the way down to his toes. 'He's going to rape me! Heaven help me! He's going to rape me!' Ivan had crawled over him, slipping that armored hand and arm under his lower belly to lift him up to his knees. Matthew clenched his eye shut as his hips and rear were elevated in the air. The cold armor made his skin tingly painfully, and the heat in his cheeks ignited into a burning red. 'I endure this for you, Alfie. Please forgive me for not being able to do more…to make you proud of me.'
"Little Lamb," Ivan leaned down to whisper, "has any other man or woman touched this body?" Matthew shook his head. "Are you telling me the truth?" Matthew nodded. "Then it is to remain that way until we are married."
Matthew's eyes opened, and slowly, he turned his head to look at Ivan's massive dark form. "M-Married?"
"Yes. You are going to marry me. You will become one with me; Warlord Ivan of the Dayris Clan and Lord and Master of Ram Hill." He gave Matthew's delicate ear a nip. "Continue to remain pure and untouched, and I promise that the wedding night will be pleasant for you. Should you do anything that may displease me in any way, I shall not only punish you but your brother as well. I'm sure your brother will end up killing himself, but why give him the chance? There may be a small chance that I will let him live, maybe even let him out of prison." He smiled. "Would you like that?"
"Y-Yes, my Lord."
"Well, we'll just have to see then, won't we?" He removed himself from Matthew. "You are to remain here for the rest of the night. Two guards will be posted outside your door until I come for you. I will send for your little servant to continue to attend to you. Everything that belongs to your family; all tapestries, paintings, clothing, and decorations will be taken away and replaced with that of my own family clan. Look at me!" Matthew did so. Ivan smiled. "You are no longer a Ram, but a Dayris. Best do well to remember that."
To his own shock and surprise, Matthew answered, "I will always be a Ram."
Ivan chuckled. "So adorable. And sweet, like a little cake. A cake I can't wait to taste. Just wait until your brother hears the good news!" Matthew only cried silent tears. "You'll learn to accept it in time. I can be a very kind and generous Master if properly obeyed."
"Y-Yes…Master."
"That's a good little lamb. Until tomorrow morning then?"
Matthew hid his face. "Until tomorrow…my Lord." Ivan turned and left, closing the door behind him. Matthew wouldn't attempt to run away for he would be caught easily. He couldn't escape without his brother; and he would NEVER leave Alfred behind. All he could do was stare at the door where Ivan had took his leave. And then, Matthew felt an anger growing hot in his chest. With a sneer, he glared at the door, imagining a hundred deaths that would suit Ivan's punishment. "I may be small. I may be sickly…but I'll show you that I have the blood of a mighty ram inside of me!" He spoke the words with his normally soft voice and cursed himself for always sounding like that. "I will bring back Ram Hill Hall to the true Lord and Master!"
/
Ivan journeyed down to the dungeon cell where Alfred was being held captive. He looked in to the dark cell, seeing Alfred's limp body chained to the wall. The shackles locked around his wrists while the chains were bolted to the wall. The man was seated and slumped up against the dark damp stone with his waist bandaged. The body shivered in the dampness, having only to wear his pants and boots. Ivan smirked at the pathetic sight the once proud knight made and gave the bars a tap with his axe to get Alfred's attention. He watched as the man slowly came to, moaning and groaning in pain. Blue eyes focused on him, and Ivan saw the fierce stare of anger and vengeance in those sapphire pools. Ivan just smiled at him. "How does it feel to be chained and helpless while being branded a failure?"
"Fuck off."
"Such language for a young man! What a pathetic sight you have become. What would your people say if they were to see you like this? Bandaged, broken, bleeding, and chained up like a poor farm animal?" he chuckled. "Perhaps I will get a painter in here to capture this image of you. I'm sure the town square would LOVE to see it."
"They won't believe it." Alfred sneered. "They will say it is a lie! My people are loyal and true to me! ME! Lord Alfred! The true heir, Lord, and Master to Ram Hill Hall!"
"Perhaps, but you will know the truth. You will forever know that I was the one who caught you; who defeated you and took away your birthright." He giggled. "Oh! Which reminds me! This was the main reason I came down here to speak with you! It's about your baby brother."
Alfred gasped. "What did you do to Matthew? I swear, Ivan! If you harm him in ANY WAY, I'll-"
"Harm? What harm could I do to such an innocent little lamb?" He pouted. "I'm not THAT big of a meanie. You see, I'm not going to kill or harm your brother. Instead, I am going to marry him." He smiled. "What do you think of that? Would you like to be my brother-in-law, Alfred?" He batted his lashes at the prisoner.
"No! You can't do that to him!" Alfred pulled in his binds, but could not break free. "Take me instead!"
Ivan threw his head back and laughed. "You? Utter nonsense! How silly you are, Alfie! Why have a beaten man as a my bride when I can have someone whom the people love? A nasty brute like me needs a gentle lamb in his life. And your brother is just perfect! I'll even invite you to the wedding. Or better yet, I'll let you witness our wedding night." He chuckled darkly. "Would you like that, Alfred? Seeing your baby brother get fucked by the enemy? By the man who defeated you?"
"You're disgusting. I swear, even if I die trying, I will kill you. Mark my words, fucker. I'll kill you."
"Ah, but what if your baby brother comes to love me? Will you still try to kill me then?"
"Matthew will NEVER love a monster like you! Never!"
"We'll just have to see about that. I know much of your brother. I know how kind, caring, and loving he can be. We'll just wait and see." He smirked and turned away. "Enjoy your stay in MY castle."
/
Matthew never got to sleep that night. Instead, he lay on the bed, trembling as he had put on layers after layers of clothes when Ivan had left. Being so naked made him feel vulnerable, and at this dire time, he needed to have his wits about him. He remained under the covers, pulling them up to his nose as he watched the sunrise from the window. What was going to happen now? Everything in his life was going to change, and not for the better, he feared. He let out a scream when there was a knock at the door. He sat up and trembled under the sheets, holding them close to his face.
"Lord Matthew!" called someone, who must be one of the guards posted outside his room. "Your servant has come!"
"Send him in!" Matthew saw the door open and in stepped Feliciano, still in his bed clothes with an old blanket around his shoulders. The normal, cheerful smile that Matthew loved on his friend's face was a stunned frown. Amber eyes looked at him, full of fear. The young man looked to be in shock and ready to break at any moment. Matthew got out of bed and hurried over to him, bringing the battered groom into his arms where he could feel the form trembling against him. There was no doubt in his mind that those guards indeed did whatever they wanted to Feliciano. His friend would never be the same after this. "I'm here now. Let's get you…cleaned up and dressed. Then you can rest." He wasn't sure what else to say. Asking 'are you alright' seemed ridiculous for it was clear Feliciano was hurt. "If you want to talk about what happened then I will listen and help in whatever way I can. If not, then that's okay too."
Matthew helped to clean his friend with what little water they had left in the basin. Feliciano chose to remain silent, something that was extremely unusual for the normally talkative man but completely understood. There were signs of forced entry from dried blood to bruises, all lining Feliciano's inner thighs. Matthew feared he would end up like this as well after Ivan would have him on their 'wedding' night. He shuddered at the thought, but couldn't focus on that now. What was important at the moment was helping his friend get better. Once the bathing was done Matthew allowed his groom one of his own sleeping outfits, which he accepted. The moment Matthew put him to bed; Feliciano passed out on the pillows and burrowed under the sheets.
"Rest now, my friend."
He let his friend have the bed while he went to the window and peered outside, curious as to see what had become of his home. Pulling the robe around him, Matthew unlocked the window and pushed it open. The morning was warm, yet the air smelled heavily of smoke. He looked towards the barn and stables yet found them to be untouched. Only the servants' houses were burned and destroyed. Matthew knew why the animals were spared and not the people. People cost money; animals and their goods made money. People rebel and animals don't. He wiped his sleeve across his eyes to dry some of his tears. They came again when he saw a man hauling a cart with dead bodies while another two pushed it from behind. These men were collecting the dead, and among them women and children. He covered his mouth to muffle his choked sobs. This was horrible! How was he supposed to live here now with so much evil and cruelty going on around him? Was ANYONE still alive in this castle or did Ivan kill them all?
'I have to do something. If there are any Ram Hall residents still alive they will be looking to me for support.' He rests his hands on the window sill. "I have to protect them from Ivan's wrath." Another knock came at the door. He closed the window and swallowed hard. "Y-Yes?" He answered back softly.
"Young Master, our Lord summons you to breakfast with him. Dress yourself properly and I will escort you there," a different voice came from behind the door.
"Y-yes. One moment."
Matthew couldn't bear to wake up Feliciano to help him dress, so he did it himself. He couldn't deny Ivan's summon, as much as he wanted to. It would be dangerous for himself and Alfred should he disobey the 'new' master. Matthew knew he would have to please Ivan if anything good were to come of this. So what should he wear? Violet eyes scanned his wardrobe, looking through all his summer tunics. He decided on a lightweight white tunic and brown pants. Matthew wanted to conceal himself as much as possible, so he added a green vest and buttoned it in the front. His belt and boots were a simple brown. The only other objects he had to wear were his flower tiara and Ram family ring. The tiara was thin, having been made of light silver and decorated with tiny roses. It had been his mother's and before her death she gave it to him as a gift. It was one of his favorite things to wear. The ring was a simple emerald encased in gold, which represented the rolling hills and fields of green. Matthew looked at himself in the polished bronzed and sighed deeply. He stood with his back straight and his chin high. He was still a Ram, no matter what Ivan said or did to him. Matthew knew this in his heart, and it would never change.
He whispered to Feliciano that he would see him later and went to the door, opening it slowly and peeking around the edge. He saw a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes. From the looks of him, this man was a soldier or a knight. The sapphire eyes glanced at him, and Matthew 'eeped'.
"Good morning, young master," said the man in a deep, stoic voice. "I am Ludwig, a warrior of Ivan's clan. I am here to escort you to his Lord."
Matthew closed the door behind him. "Y-yes. H-hello." His voice was barely a whisper.
Ludwig gazed at him for a moment, and then offered his arm. "Let's go."
Matthew took the strong arm and let Ludwig lead him through his own castle. However, nothing had been cleaned much since the battle. There were still some bodies on the floors with broken glass and other debris. He pushed himself closer to Ludwig in fear, but felt the other push him away gently.
"Get used to these sights for you will be seeing them often while in the care of Ivan," Ludwig stated firmly.
Matthew just nodded, biting his trembling lip to keep from crying. Ludwig brought him to the feasting hall where Ivan sat at the head of the table. The man was in his father's chair, eating from their pewter plates and drinking from their cups. His blood chilled when Ivan looked up at them and he smiled.
"There's my Little Lamb. You look very nice this morning. Thank you, Ludwig. You may leave us." Ludwig closed the door behind him. "Sit. Eat."
Matthew gave a little bow and did as he was told. But when he sat down, he noticed the food on his plate was a piece of meat, along with some eggs and a piece of bread. Matthew paled and pushed his plate away.
Ivan raised a brow. "Are you not hungry?"
"I-It's not that, my lord," Matthew said softly. "I…I don't…I don't like to eat meat. I never do."
"Why not?"
Matthew shied away in his chair. "I love the animals too much to eat them."
Ivan put another piece of the meat in his mouth. "Then what do you eat?"
"Eggs. Cheese. Bread. Vegetables. Fruits. Milk."
"No wonder you're a skinny little thing. A pity." Ivan continued to eat. "Animals eat each other all the time. We are allowed to eat them as well." He glanced at Matthew. "So you LIKE animals?" The smaller man nodded. "I can make you eat the meat, you know." He heard the gasp from Matthew's throat. "But like I said before, I can be a very kind lord." He smirked and snapped his fingers for a servant.
Matthew recognized the servant as one of the kitchen hands and he smiled. At least one of them were still alive. But the servant came over to Matthew with a cup and bowed. "Lord Matthew, your herbal drink."
"Thank you." Matthew took the cup.
"The servants in the kitchen were determined to make this drink for you," said Ivan. "What is it? And why do you need it?"
Matthew looked down at the tanned liquid. "I…I get very tired easily…even when I'm just reading. This drink is made of ewe's milk, honey, and maple syrup to give me energy."
"I see." Ivan took a drink. "No wonder everyone is so protective of you. If you were a horse they would have put you down a long time ago." The smaller man sipped his drink. "As soon as I settle things some of my people will be coming to serve here. I will have new clothes made for you, ones fitting for a noble lord of the Dayris Clan. I have brought much of my things here already, and they are being moved in to MY chambers as we eat." He smiled at Matthew. "I knew I could take this place over easily, so I brought my stuff to move right on in. Isn't that divine?"
Matthew looked at him sadly. "W-Why can't we…keep our own things?"
Ivan chuckled. "I will allow you to keep some, but this is now MY castle. I can do what I want with it. Remember, you are no longer a Ram, but a Dayris." He saw the look of fear wash over Matthew's face. "Try not to look so sad, Little Lamb. You are going to be beside the most powerful and feared Warlord of all the kingdoms. You will have everything that you could desire. Surely that must please you?"
What would happen if he said 'no'? The bodies in the halls flashed before his eyes and he trembled. He was still frightened to say 'no'. Ivan was a powerful, stubborn, and cruel man who wanted everything his way. For now, Matthew would give him what he wanted. "I…I am a simple man, my lord. I do not require much to be happy. I will only ask for modest things and accept anything you wish to give me."
Ivan stared at him in silence, and then spoke. "Very well. I guess I can see that, judging by your plain clothes and absent jewelry."
Matthew took a heavy gulp of his drink. "I don't care to wear jewelry, but if it will please my lord then I will."
The man stood up from his chair and made his way over to Matthew. The smaller man looked at Ivan's unarmored body, finding it to be just as solid and large. Ivan was a big man and under those black clothes looked fat, yet Matthew knew that was not the case. But it didn't help the man to look any less terrifying. Matthew's stomach dropped when Ivan was suddenly stood next to his chair. One large hand was placed atop the chair while the other lay flat on the table. Ivan lowered his face so it was closer and smiled strangely.
"What a curious oddity you are, Little Lamb. It makes me want you even more." Matthew blushed and started to tremble. "It's good that you fear me. That is what will save your life." He reached his hand over to the plate and picked up a piece of bread, holding it to Matthew's lips. "Eat."
Hesitantly, Matthew opened his mouth and took the bread from Ivan's fingers. Those same fingers, which were wrapped around a weapon that killed hundreds of people in his castle, including his father. Ivan finally moved away and Matthew was relieved.
"I must leave you to attend to some heavy work. The castle is completely under my control and swarming with my army. Feel free to wander around and continue your daily activities that do not involve leaving the castle grounds." He smiled. "I will see you shortly, Little Lamb. And I want you to eat. Good day to you."
/
Matthew took him up on that offer of going around the castle, HIS home, and doing what he wanted. Feliciano was still resting, which was good for the man to help in his healing. The first place he went were the farm grounds, trying to ignore the looks and jeers from Ivan's men. Matthew was thrilled to see many of the farm hands and gardeners alive, yet they all wore masks of sadness and sorrow. When things calmed down, Matthew promised that he would try to do what he could to comfort them. But right now, he needed comfort himself. All the animals were out in the barnyards, babies playing alongside their mothers. Matthew was still able to smile at the animals, and when stepped into the yard of the sheep, they all came running over to him. He greeted them all with pats on the head and a stroke of their wool. One of the lambs wagged her tail as she gave a tiny bleat. Matthew sat himself on the ground and brought the baby into his lap.
"Hello, little one. Glad to see you are alright. I'm sure last night was scary for you. It was for all of us." Matthew picked a dandelion and fed it to the lamb. He kissed the top of her head. "At least I still have you." He closed his eyes and thought of Alfred in the dungeons. Then, he wondered what had become of his father's body? He was too afraid to ask, and maybe he was better off not knowing. "Oh little lamb, what are we to do?" Matthew gasped, realizing that is the name Ivan calls him. 'He sees me as a lamb…a gentle little lamb, like this one in my arms.' He looked over at one of the rams who gave him a deep, bellowing bleat. 'But I am a ram! I will always be a ram! Yes! I will grow my horns and strengthen my back to demolish my enemies!' An image of Ivan came into his mind, and he shuddered. 'I just need the courage first.'
/
Ivan looked out the window from his new room towards the farm where he could see Matthew, his bride-to-be. The young man intrigued him more than any other he had come in contact with. The gentleness in Matthew was strange to him, for in his world, such softness would be frowned upon. Rarely were simple farm animals cuddled and cared for so tenderly as Matthew was handling that lamb. It wasn't just the lamb, but all the farm animals were following behind Matthew. Ivan saw that he visited each pen, stall, and stable to greet the animals that resided there. Horses, cows, pigs, goats, sheep, geese, ducks, chickens, donkeys, and even the rabbits? Ivan raised a brow at the row of hutches, each one containing one or two rabbits. Matthew fed, picked up, and held each one carefully. Ivan couldn't turn his eyes away from the man; couldn't stop watching him as the rounds were made.
'Matthew…how sweet you are. I wonder how quick I can break you?'
"My Lord?"
"Yes, Ludwig?"
"Your presence is needed in the armory."
Ivan was still staring at Matthew, his arms crossed. "Whatever for?"
Ludwig folded his arms behind his back. "We're doing inventory."
"I'm not needed for that. I'm sure you can handle it on your own, Ludwig. I give you permission."
"Yes, sir." Ludwig walked up to stand beside him. "What are you looking at?"
Ivan smirked. "My new bride."
"Young Lord Matthew?" Ludwig gave a light snort. "Is such a man appropriate for a dark lord such as yourself? Marrying him would seem almost comical in the eyes of our clan."
"While that may be, it is not the reason I'm marrying him. I'm sure many of our people will be furious for marrying such a sickly little thing, but there are more pros than cons." Ivan watched Matthew stroke the nose of a large horse. "The Ram people love and adore him. I need an army to help hold and navigate these vast lands and hills. What better way than to marry one of their own? And Matthew is not like his brother at all. That Little Lamb can be broken in quite nicely."
Ludwig looked out the window at Matthew as well. "I know of this Matthew as well. Someone as cruel and powerful as you would pick someone like him. He's your complete opposite. But I wouldn't say that he's a 'little lamb'." He turned to Ivan. "Don't forget that little lambs grow up to be mighty rams. Once they feel their horns-" Ivan silenced him by lifting his hand.
"I understand. Yet I foresee the future differently. Matthew could never harm me. I have his brother in chains and hold his people captive. He can do no harm at all. Look at how he holds the chick, Ludwig. A chick. Can you imagine?"
"If you held one you'd squish it in your hand. Perhaps he should have been born a woman. His gentle nature would make much more sense then."
Ivan shook his head. "I've known women to be more brutal and cruel than men. Matthew is a different source all together. And he will be mine. It's time I settle down as well, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes, sire." Ludwig bowed and turned to leave the chambers. 'But it is known that when you put a gentle lamb in the same stall as a wild stallion its gentle nature will help to ease the stallion's fury.' He wasn't sure if that would be beneficial to them or it would help to bring down the entire clan.
Ivan leaned on the windowsill as he watched Matthew playing with the baby lambs and colts. 'Curious little creature you are, Matthew Williams.'
/
Matthew came back into the castle after spending the entire day outside. He continued to wander around the halls, seeing that many of the bodies have been removed. Matthew wondered what became of his father's body, so he asked any servants or defeated soldiers he came across if they knew. No one could tell him anything, since many were still in shock and shaking with fear. Matthew tried to assure them that everything would be alright and for them not to be afraid anymore. One of the wandering guards overheard Matthew asking about his father so he offered an answer.
"He was put in the mass grave already. Warlord Ivan struck him down easily and left his body to slowly die on the floor."
Matthew fell back against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. He imagined his father's body sprawled out on the floor, and then lying among a mass of other bodies with dirt being thrown on top. His father was LORD, and a NOBLE one at that. The man deserved a Lord's funeral and burial. But now, that would never come to be. Matthew felt grief and sorrow for all the other lives lost, but this man was still his father. Plus, his brother was wounded and locked up in the dungeon while he is going to be Ivan's bride. He brought his knees to his chest and cried silently for never had he ever been so miserable before.
Eventually he got the strength to go back to his chambers where Feliciano was just getting up. He smiled at his friend, but then frowned when he saw the blood stain from Alfred still on his rug. Matthew placed his hand over his heart in grief for his brother, and hoped the man was fairing well in the dungeon. Alfred was very strong and extremely stubborn, as well as massively resilient. But there was still that 'what if' in the back of his mind. And the blood stain was still there. Matthew decided to roll up the rug to hide the stain and push the heavy object up against the wall for now. The floor would be cold against his feet yet it was better than always seeing that stain.
"M-Mattie?" Feliciano whispered his name with a hoarse voice. "Was this all…a dream?"
Matthew smiled sadly and went over to his friend. "I wish it was a dream, Feli, but it's not. This is real…and our lives have changed."
Feliciano covered his face, his shoulder shaking with soft sobs. "I'm scared, Mattie! I'm frightened! Those guards! They…they…"
"Sh, I know. We won't say anything more about it. I promise to keep you safe, and I will ask Ivan that it is to be done. After all…he is to be my…" he blushed heavily, "my husband."
Feliciano's hands slowly moved away from his face to stare in wide eyed fear at his master. "Y-You? And…and that…that MONSTER?"
"SHH! I know. I don't want it to happen either, but I have to keep this castle going and protect my people. Alfred is in the dungeons and…and I know Ivan will use him against me, for everything. It's a sacrifice I must make to save Ram Hill Hall."
"You are very brave, Mattie."
"I don't feel brave. I feel…terrified."
The door opened. Both men froze.
"Ah, here you are, my Little Lamb." It was Ivan, smiling at them both on the bed. "Your groom looks ready to wet himself. Quite funny!"
Matthew held Feliciano close, stroking the brown hair. "You let your men do horrible things to him. Feliciano is my servant and my friend, and I would like him to be safe from the cruelties of other men."
Ivan stepped into the chambers. "Isn't it a little early to be asking for favors from me?"
"I fear for my friend. Please, Lord Ivan?" He asked softly.
"Hmph. Very well. Your request is a stupid one, but easily granted. Now tell your little field mouse friend there to go away." He smirked. "It's our time now."
Matthew gulped, but whispered to Feliciano to go to the kitchens. His friend left quickly, nearly running past Ivan and out of the chambers. Ivan closed the door and locked it.
"Now we are alone." Ivan noticed that the carpet was rolled up. "Rearranging?"
"N-No sir." He answered. "I couldn't bear to see the blood so I…I rolled it up."
Ivan tilted his head for a moment, and then smiled with a little chuckle. "Ah, you see, that can't be, my Little Lamb." He moved the rug and unrolled it along the floor, revealing the blood once again. "I want this rug to remain as it is. This blood will remind you of just WHO defeated the Rams and the failure of your brother." Ivan stood over the dried spot. "A nice little reminder for you to always be a good little boy."
Matthew felt the tears welling up in his eyes again, and wondered if he would EVER be able to stop crying. He just nodded, bottom lip trembling as one arm wiped at his tears.
"Now then, why don't you show your husband-to-be what a caring wife you can be?" He held up a glass vial. "My muscles ache from all that fighting and killing. Be a good little lover and massage my shoulders?" Ivan sat on the bed and Matthew moved to kneel behind him. "No, not like that. I want you to be naked while you massage me. Now strip." He heard the young man sniffling and slight movement was felt as his clothes were removed. Ivan glanced behind him to see if Matthew did as he was told. "Good boy." He reached the vial behind him. "Shoulders first." He removed his own tunic.
Matthew stared at the strong back and broad shoulders thick with solid muscle. The white skin sported many old scars as well. He was afraid to touch Ivan like this but feared the man's wrath more. So he poured some of the herbal oil onto his palm, rubbed his hands together, and started massaging Ivan's shoulders. The large man gave a deep moan as his shoulders relaxed slightly. Matthew could feel all the tension and heavy knots in the broad shoulders so he added more pressure. He gritted his teeth as he used all his strength to try and loosen the knots but Ivan's skin was as thick as an ox. Matthew even had to resort to tiny grunts, which made Ivan laugh.
"You're so small and weak! Just like a lamb!" Ivan spun around and grabbed Matthew by the forearms. "I want nothing more than to take you right here and now, but I will wait for our wedding night. Which is going to be very, very soon. VERY soon." He grinned at Matthew's terror-stricken face. "How about a little cuddling? That will make you happy."
"Y-Yes sir."
"When we are in private like this, you may call me Ivan."
Matthew shied away. "Y-Yes, Ivan."
Ivan squeezed Matthew's forearms tightly, forcing the other to cry out. "You're so sweet it makes me just want to hurt you!"
"Please don't!" Matthew looked at the child-like face and for a moment thought that Ivan was insane. "I'm doing everything you say! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" He screamed out as loudly as he could. Ivan had pulled away and he rubbed at his arms, shying away from the dark beast.
"Forgive me for hurting you, Little Lamb." Ivan smiled at him. "I just got carried away, but like I said, we will cuddle. But I must be naked too in order to cuddle. So, let's start your training as a good little wife and come undress your husband-to-be, starting with my boots." Ivan went across the room to one of the chairs in front of the cold fireplace and sat down, beckoning Matthew with his finger.
Matthew had helped his father undress before, so he was certain doing the same to Ivan would be easy. However, he didn't want to undress the man at all much less see him naked. As he went over to his tormentor, Matthew thought about how this man had killed his father and wounded his brother. It angered him that he had to be so kind to someone as brutal and cruel as Ivan. But he was powerless to do anything! They say to win your enemies over with kindness, but could he really be kind to this man? This cruel and violent man who has no right to be living in this castle? For the first time in his life, Matthew had a murderous thought…one of stabbing Ivan in his black heart and watching him slowly die.
'I want to do that…I should do that…but I'm afraid. Afraid.' He knelt on the floor and pulled off Ivan's boots. Ivan stood up from the chair and motioned to his belt. Matthew, with trembling fingers, unhooked it and pulled it through the loops. Next, he untied the string to let the black pants fall to the floor, and Ivan stepped out of them. Now the beast was standing naked before him. Matthew could not bring himself to look at Ivan's naked body. His cheeks flushed warmly.
"Stand up." Ivan commanded. When Matthew stood, Ivan grabbed the thin wrist and forced the soft hand to touch his hardening cock.
"Ah!" Matthew was unprepared for the forced touch and looked down to see Ivan's growing erection. His eyes widened at the sheer size of it only being half-erect. Suddenly, Matthew wanted to slit his own throat than lie in bed with Ivan. He wouldn't be the first bride-to-be who killed themselves before the wedding night due to a forced marriage.
"You've really never have touched a man before. Aside from yourself, do you even know what a man looks like?" He chuckled, holding Matthew's hand there as the other tried to pull away.
"N-Not like this! Please, I-"
"It will be very pleasurable for you on our wedding night so long as you obey me and continue to do as I say." He pulled Matthew close to him, feeling his cock press up against the flat belly. "Should you do something to displease me then I shall be forced to take my pleasure with you. Ask your little groom what forced entry feels like if you are thinking about disobeying me."
Matthew gulped, his eyes full of tears and his body trembling against the hard one. He felt himself lifted with one arm and carried to the bed, were he was casually tossed on to the covers. His first reaction was to hide himself, but remembered Ivan's words about 'disobeying'. 'I'm too powerless to do anything. I'm not a might ram…I never will be.' He felt himself being shifted on the bed, but paid it no mind for he was lost in thought. 'I am terrified of this man. I don't know what to do.' He felt the man's heavy weight press down on him. 'I'm useless to everyone…I'm better of being dead.'
'Mattie! You've got to get stronger!' The voice of his brother echoed in his ears. 'You can't let yourself be a pushover forever! Stand up for yourself! I won't always be there to do it for you, you know! And you're stronger than you think! You've got to learn to take the bull by the horns!'
'The bull by the horns!' His eyes flew open only to look up into Ivan's. 'The bull by the horns. I have to be strong like Alfred said. I can do this. I HAVE to do this! For my home and my family!'
"What are you thinking about, Little Lamb?"
"Only you, Ivan," he whispered. Matthew didn't know what the next few days would bring, but what he did know was that he had to get rid of Ivan and win back the family castle. He would have to be the one to kill one. 'But can I really kill someone, even if they are bad?'
'Mattie, you don't have a mean bone in your body!' Alfred scolded him. 'And that's going to get you into a lot of trouble someday.' But then, his big brother gave him a friendly grin. 'Of course, it might also be the thing that saves you. You can be kind to enemies, but I can't. I'm just a bastard that way, I guess.'
'Can Ivan respond to kindness?' His mind drew a blank when he felt Ivan's lips press against his…and his body tensed up with fear once again.
End Chapter 1 TBC