The two kings united together in the large room. Their palms patting the others' back as their chests brushed against each other. "My good friend," the oldest of the pair greeted as he pulled back from the bear hug. His eyes glanced from the king's head to his toe, observing the changes he made since the last time they met.
"So is it gold or sliver now?" the other one commented as he probed one of his friend's spiked hair.
"You are still pink as ever." He swatted his friend's hand away from his grayed hair that sprouted around his mouth and on the sides of his head. "You haven't changed a day."
"Unlike you," the other one chuckled in a friendly taunt. Much like his pink hair, nothing else changed about him; unlike the other king who was growing more and more gray each day. The two trotted over to the table. Four seats; only two of them were filled by the two kings. They sat across from each other with paper lining the tabletop.
The gray haired sat down and placed his arms on the table. "When you have boys like mine, it's a reward just having this much hair." He couldn't believe he hasn't pulled out it out by now from all of the stress they caused him.
"It's time though," the pink haired uttered as he took a hold of the paper in his hand. His name, Igneel, written in gold on the top of the paper, followed by his family. Without a glance to the gray haired, he slipped the paper across the tabletop.
Makarov picked up the white parchment and read the words. His eyelids fluttered as his gaze fell back onto Igneel. "You cannot be serious with this offer."
"We do not have a choice, do we?"
"How so?" he placed the paper onto the table. He couldn't believe that Igneel, out of all people, would take this decision into considerations. He could think of million other choices that did not involve this.
"There is no one close to her in age. Not since King Fullbuster was wedded."
The old man's shoulders relaxed as his eyes laid onto the paper again. He remembered that wedding like the back of his hand; it was not something he would forget so soon. "Not even a noble will do? A villager?"
"There is not a person within my kingdom that she wishes to be in the same room with for more than an hour." The pink haired looked down at his finger that held his wedding ring, "Giving her up...is the only way to unite her with one. My queen is nursing a young lad as we speak. A heir to the throne."
"Then...there is little choice to be made." He sighed. If Igneel's lad is able to live until his teenager years, then he would be rightfully placed as the next heir; being the first son. And the daughter, unmarried, would only become an adviser to the kingdom. A low placed job for someone of royalty. "I always thought of our kin finding love elsewhere...in the castle, or a small town villager...but those two of mine rather enjoys short term relationships. I once thought of pushing one of them into a river and hoped a wild woman found him to look after...thinking he was an injured ape." He shook his head. That plan would have failed imminently once his son opened his mouth.
Igneel's eyelids covered half of his dark eyes as he looked at the other king. "Yes, this is the very best time to state to state your sons short affairs that when I'm giving away my only daughter."
Makarov shook his head, "I was only saying, but hopefully Princess Natsha will be different. Her fiery blood should melt my boy's heart." He hoped. Neither one of his boys looked like they would pick a wife over their harem. He was handed the pen and signed his name to the parchment; agreeing to the terms printed on that piece of paper.
Igneel took the paper back and made sure everything else was in order before laying it to the side. "One month should be long enough for them to get to know each other, right?"
Makarov gazed at him. His protectiveness over his daughter was well-known throughout the land; which surprised Makarov when he brought up the marriage between their blood. "Will you be alright without her for that time being?"
"As long as I can enjoy her for two months after her first visit."
"So two visits before the union between our kin?"
"Sounds like a plan." Igneel folded the paper and gave him a slight nod. This meeting turned out better than he first thought it would be. "I will send guards in case my girl decides to ditch your place."
"I'm sure a princess will not be able to sneak past my security."
"Oh yeah, that's right, you haven't meant Natsha since she was a toddler." He flung his hair back as he remembered those times when she wasn't causing trouble. "Oh, what good times were those."
'She can't possibly change that much...can she?' Makarov's eyebrow raised. He had no problem keeping his two devilish boys at bay, adding a third should not be much of a problem.
Should it?
Yes, I've finally gotten to this story! I just love stories about Princesses and Princes. It's night over here and I'm tired, so if you see any mistake, tell me. Thanks for reading and please leave feedback!