This chapter is by Mitsuki992. Hope you enjoy it! :D

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About a week later, Rasiel stormed down the halls of the palace, heading towards his brother's chambers. He slammed the door open with so much force, it hit the wall with a loud bang and bounced back. Lucky it didn't break.

Though all the commotion did nothing to wake Bel. The other prince shifted a little, groaned and continued sleeping.

"Wake up, brother. Go take a bath, sort your hair out, put your best clothes on and look at least half presentable." Siel commanded, pulling the blankets off his brother.

"Why?" Bel whined, running a hand through his hair sleepily. He didn't see why a prince like himself should be forced out of bed so early.

"Because you're meeting Lady Mammon and her family today!" Siel shouted, greatly annoyed by his brother's forgetfulness. He'd been told countless times about today and he still didn't remember.

"Oh, that. I don't really care, if you like her, just marry her." Bel waved his hand dismissively, rolling over and burying his face in his pillow.

"I swear to God..." Siel's eye twitched, his anger clearly showing on his face. "If you're not up and getting ready in five minutes I will personally skewer you." With that, the older twin left the room, slamming the door shut with as much force as he opened it with.

Bel sighed deeply, not wanting to get up at all. His princely bed was so comfortable...

Two hours later, Bel and Siel were once again walking down the palace halls together. Siel was twisting his shirt between his fingers, causing it to wrinkle messily.

"You're nervous." Bel noted, half amused and half surprised. His brother was so serious about this?

"Well yeah!" Siel replied as if it was obvious.

"So, you and her? What's it like?" Bel grinned as his brother blushed a little.

"I uh...I loveherIguess." Siel spit the words out hurriedly and his blush spread further across his face.

"Shishishishi, if she's good enough to reduce you to a blushing mess, I like her." Bel decided as they came to the big oak doors of the meeting room. Siel got his blush under control and two maids opened the door for them.

Everyone sat around a huge round table. Their father and mother, king and queen of the neighbouring country and their daughter.

"Prince Rasiel and Prince Belphegor have arrived." Father's minister announced as the doors closed behind them. The twins moved across the room and sat down next to their parents, Bel on their left and Rasiel on the right.

The younger twin took a second to look over everyone.

The king of the other kingdom looked older than their father, a small smile on his face and his dark hair going slightly gray. His wife looked younger. She sported a much larger smile. She had deep green eyes and long teal curls fell onto her shoulders. She was beautiful, Bel had to admit it.

Their daughter sat on their right, opposite to Siel. She had deep purple hair, which was clipped up in a neat bun using silver pins. Some strands fell from the binding to frame her face. She had dark indigo eyes, probably from her father and two triangular tattoos that pointed downwards on her cheeks. Her expression was neutral, but Bel could pick up her nervousness and the way she would bashfully look away when she caught Siel staring at her.

The room was silent for a long while. "Father, are we waiting for someone?" Bel asked finally, beginning to get annoyed. How long would he have to sit here in these stiff clothes? He just wanted to get out of them and do something fun.

Mammon's mother sighed heavily while her father rubbed his eyes in a tired manner. "My son...he's a little late." She explained, looking guilty. She'd better be. Wasting the prince's time, how rude.

Like magic, as soon as she said that the door was opened again. The person that walked into the room was small and thin, given his age he should have definitely been taller. He wore formal, expensive looking clothes but the sleeves of his silk shirt were pulled up to his elbows. They shouldn't have been. It was improper. His face was clean and his hair brushed, his teal bangs framing his face very nicely. A plastic white stick was hanging from his mouth. Eating lollipops in the presence of the king?

His mother gasped, standing up from her seat, looking slightly alarmed. His father just sighed while his sister slapped her hand against her forehead, her cheeks heating up.

"Fran! You were told to look presentable! And how can you be late? Don't you know how important this is for your sister?!" His mother hissed angrily, ripping the lollipop from his mouth.

"Sorry mum. I got sidetracked... This kingdom is very interesting." He smirked, moving past her and taking his seat as if this was normal. His mother huffed, rolled her eyes and handed the lollipop to one of the maids and then retook her seat.

"I apologize for my son's behaviour." Fran's father finally spoke up.

"It's not a problem. My Bel is quite the troublemaker as well." The twins' mother giggled and their father agreed. Hearing his name being mentioned finally snapped Bel from his daze. Up until now, he had just been watching Fran as if he didn't believe what he was seeing. The tealette was currently messing his the buttons on his sleeve, trying to do them up after finally pulling the material down like it was supposed to be.

"Fran!" The prince blurted out, completely unaware of the conversation he had just interrupted. The teal haired boy looked up from his sleeve and his eyes widened momentarily.

"Ah, it's Prince Bel. What a surprise to see you here..." He droaned out, his voice a perfect monotone. Everyone was silent, watching the exchange between them.

"Why are you here?!" The prince demanded.

"Well, obviously because Mammy is my sister and I have been forced into this meeting. For a supposed-to-be-genius, you can't seem to put two and two together, stupid prince." Fran said casually, going back to struggling with his buttons.

"Why you...the prince is a genius!" Bel snarled, throwing a knife in Fran's direction. The boy caught it between his fingers, which impressed Bel greatly. Not that he would admit it...

"Stupid prince, this meeting isn't about us. Let Mammy and her lover boy sort their marriage out, then you can attempt to skewer me again. Deal?" The tealette asked, sounding bored as he threw the knife over his shoulder. One of the maids hurried to take it away, but nobody paid it much attention. They all waited for Bel's answer.

"Tch. Whatever." The prince sat back on his seat, once again ignoring everyone in the room.

The previous conversation resumed and he only half listened, mostly occupying himself with staring at Fran and thinking how he wouldn't mind keeping the tealette...