(A/N: Alright, second chapter of TGS. This story is going to be awesome, I just know it. Anyway, there's a person I'd like to thank for submitting two OC's to this story. I won't say who it is or who the OC's are (You know who you are) just yet, but as time goes by, you'll most likely figure it out!)

-''Baby, the king is back in the house!'' Boomer shouted as he stepped into the royal plaza, his surfing board under one arm and his towel under the other. The small amount of water drops on his body, or more his arms and legs fell to the ground, creating splashes that couldn't be heard. Tiny splashes, that none but those with the keenest ears could hear. Of course, his clothes did suck up most of the water, but some of it escaped in the form of said drops, the source of the sound.

A tall man then stepped into the plaza from the entrance to the throne room. The man was very muscular, dressed in leathery suspendors that crossed over his chest. Beneath these suspendors was a just as leathery sort of shirt that covered almost his entire upper body. Gut level down to about his knees, a simple brownish kilt clad him.

-''There you are, my kings.'' The man spoke in a very deep voice. Did one not know him and had one not befriended him, he doubtlessly would sound dangerous. The tall man then directed his undivided attention to Brady.

-''I also see that you are taking good care of my daughter?'' A question came. It was clearly meant to be a friendly question, but even a deaf person could hear the hidden threat in his well-meaning question. Brady decided to play along, while his brother and his girlfriend stood beside and laughed lowly.

-''Of course I am!'' Brady put a hand on his chest, the areawhere his heart sat, acting like he had been deeply offended. The other end of the little theatre play put his hands on his hips, but couldn't prevent the smile appearing on his face. He shook his head, as if saying something like ''God…''.

-''So, Mason…'' Brady said, changing into the ''serious king'' mode that became more and more common a sight. Mikayla stayed while Boomer proceeded to his bedroom, doing something else. Brady folded his arms over his chest, placing one elbow in the palm of his other hand. He looked as if he was about to ask the most important question ever. Mason waited patiently for him to finish what he had said.

-''Is there anything that needs my attention?'' The question finally escaped the young king's mouth, reaching the royal advisor's ears not a fraction of a millisecond later.

This was a side of Brady that absolutely everyone on the island of Kinkow loved. He was serious. He was mature. he dealt with problems instead of just waving them off.

-''Actually, I'm glad you asked, my king.'' Mason began explaining, earning a curious glance from the young king. Mason wasn't any different in thinking that Brady's mature and serious self was simply astonishing, wonderful.

-''Some of the miners working at one of the quarries are wondering if they should continue searching for Euphorium, the metal we mostly use to construct things. They have just exhausted another mine, and now they're wondering if you want them to start searching for another vein.'' Finishing his explanation, Mason patiently awaited the king's response.

-''Can you give me the status of current constructions?'' He asked with yet a serious tone in his voice, a tone in his voice that said that he really wanted to take care of the situation. Mikayla still stood by, practically admiring the king as he handled the situation.

Mikayla was most likely the one who loved King Brady the most. Of course, during his first time on Kinkow, he had ruined and destroyed a lot of things, and it was not only two times that Mikayla had wanted to smash a heavy object into the back of his head. Maybe knock some sense into him.

But now, ever since Brady had made the ultimate sacrifice to save Mikayla, her feelings for him had changed drastically. Not only because he had confessed his love to her, but also because of the fact that Brady had been ready to give up pretty much all he was to save her life. That's what made her love him.

Oh, and the fact that he was pretty much the hottest guy on the entire island.

-''Of course. Some of our engineers just completed building a new temple in the south part of the island in dedication to Kaliyan, the witch doctor you encountered. There's also a new apartment building down in the village that is under construction. It's not even halfway completed yet, but I don't think that the constructors will need any more metal.'' Brady nodded slowly, taking the information in.

-''Tell the miners this.'' Brady replied, looking Mason in the eyes and pointing one finger into the ground. ''Tell the miners that they can lay down the tempo on their mining. Don't tell them to stop completely, because we might need some metal if anything unexpected turns up, but order them to lower the tempo. We've got their well-being to think about.'' Mason showed a small smile, content with the king's decision.

-''I'll tell them, my king.'' Mason started to leave to deliver the news, but Brady stopped him with another question.

-''Mason, are there any other things I should know about as of now?'' Mason remained silent for a few seconds, possibly thinking. Then, he spoke up.

-''Not that I can think of right now, but if anything comes up, I'll let you know.'' Brady waved the tall advisor off, and then turned his attention to the girl who patiently awaited him. He smiled, made a playful growling noise, and stepped closer to her.

-''Now, where were we…?'' He whispered, weakly tugging on Mikayla's waist with his hands. It seemed that he wanted them to go someplace. Mikayla decided to just play along, wrapping her own arms around Brady's neck. They both smiled and pulled each other into a loving kiss, which lasted for more than a few seconds.

Some moments later, they were forced to break apart, both parts gasping for air to compensate for their recent ''love actions''. Letting go of each other, Brady proceeded to go up to his bedroom. He felt like there was something that he needed to get done.

-''Uh, Mikayla?'' He initiated a question while kissing her cheek. ''There's a little something I got to do up in my room. Is it okay if you wait for me in the throne room?'' Brady asked her in a sort of humble way. Mikayla then winked at him.

-''Oh, really? Did I arouse you THAT much that you need to do that?'' Brady blinked once while looking at her, and then felt his own cheeks burn fiercely. Mikayla burst out laughing as Brady put his hands in his pockets and awkwardly stared into the ground. His cheeks were possibly redder than her skirt.

-''I'm just messing with you, Brady.'' She said playfully, now giving him a kiss on the cheek. Brady smiled but still felt extremely warm in the face. When the blush started to get discarded, Brady hugged her quickly and then shot off for his room. Mikayla smiled as she stared after him.

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Brady looked at the small wooden object sitting on his nightstand with a gaze that could be described as admiring. Brady sat on his bed, his hands folded across his lap. He sighed, but it was a content sigh, a sigh of happiness. He smiled a bittersweet smile and continued looking at the object.

-''Thank you for giving my life love. I owe you my whole life.'' Brady murmured to the thing that had caused him so much anguish. But also the thing that had made him find his way into the heart of the girl of his dreams. Brady let out another breath, a slow, thoughtful sound. Soon enough, however, he got up to his feet and returned to the throne room, where his loved one waited patiently.

-''Did you… Enjoy yourself?'' Mikayla asked with yet another wink. Almost immediately, Brady's cheek went red, but he distracted it by walking over to her and pulling her into a tentative kiss. Mikayla returned the favour with all her heart.

-''Do you want to do something?'' Brady finally asked, leaning his own forehead against Mikayla's. He folded his fingers together with hers and they stayed like that for a long time. As a response to Brady's question, Mikayla decided to tease him even more.

-''Well… That depends…'' She said in a flirtatious way, starting to trace the outline of his chest with her hands, after removing them from his. She could sense that Brady was enjoying this.

Brady was enjoying it, but he was also chocked. She had from time to time seen Mikayla as a sort of flirty girl, but he could never imagine her as being perverted. And that was what she was right now. Perverted.

However, Mikayla then decide that this had gone long enough, and he eventually stopped, but not before a surge of satisfaction run through her body as she saw the goose bumps on Brady's skin. She chuckled on the inside and then positioned herself beside Brady, urging him to put an arm around his waist. He obliged, instantly understanding what she meant, and they then walked out into the plaza.

-''Maybe…'' Mikayla started, thinking up something in her mind. Something that both of them would enjoy. ''What do you want to do, honey?'' Brady wasn't exactly used to being called that; they had only been a couple for some half a year now, but he surely didn't complain. Brady raised one eyebrow and looked into the sky, as if he was parodying deep though.

-''Actually, I have not the slightest idea…'' Brady finally said with a light chuckle in his voice. He then smiled at Mikayla.

-''Can't we do something that we haven't done before?'' Mikayla raised her own eyebrows, as if questioning him. She then sighed and the two sat down on a nearby bench. Their legs were tightly pressed together, and that was not because of lack of space. It was because the two lovers enjoyed the physical contact they shared with each other.

A few more minutes passed, with a comfortable silence between the two. Except for the guards that always were on duty, there was no one else in the entire plaza. Of course, none of them had anything against that. Eventually, Mikayla slowly put her head on Brady's shoulder, letting out a low sigh. Brady again put his arm around her waist pulling her close and holding her effectively.

-''Where's Boomer?'' Mikayla finally asked, breaking the silence. Brady jerked upwards slightly, as if the question had startled him. But he calmed down again.

-''I don't know, really.'' He replied. ''But to be honest, all that matters in the world right now is you.'' Mikayla felt touched by the comment and exclaimed a short, playful ''Aw''. Brady smiled and lightly pulled a hand through her hair. She snuggled up to him even more, and they thought this moment would last forever.

-''My king! Come quickly!'' A guard exclaimed as he ran into the plaza, scaring the two youths. Brady scrambled to his feet and Mikayla almost bashed her head into the bench they were sitting on. She followed him as Brady spoke to the guard.

-''What's going on?'' He asked sort of worriedly, but still calmly and collectedly. The guard pointed at the entrance to the castle like there was something out there that would kill them all.

-''Someone seeks to speak with you! A robed stranger with some sort of magical powers!'' Brady gently put a hand on the stressed guard's shoulder. At that point, Mason came into the plaza. Brady immediately directed his attention over to said man.

-''Mason, what is going on?'' He asked, spreading his arms out in an arc. Mason held his machete in a steady grip as he spoke, but he was a lot calmer than the previous guard.

-''There is a robed stranger who wishes to speak with you, King Brady. '' Mason explained. ''We don't know anything about him, but he seems to have some kind of magical powers. He disarmed five of the guards with just one wave of his hand.'' Brady actually upheld his cool façade, even though most people would be frightened.

-''Take me to him, Mason. ''Brady said in a dead serious tone, understanding the seriousness. ''If he wants to speak to me, then I doubt he would kill me.'' With a reluctant nod, Mason motioned for the two of them to follow. They passed through the doors leading to the entrance of the castle, where a man in robes awaited.

-''Greetings, King Brady of Kinkow.'' The man said with a voice that reminded much of Mason's, although slightly richer. ''My name is Greyson.''