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3. Garble (v)- to alter or distort as to create a wrong impression or change the meaning

"Hey Marth, can I ask you something. I know you're busy but…"

"Go ahead Roy," Marth replied but he didn't look up.

"Well, you know about the dance that Pherae's hosting-"

"I can't hear you, Roy. You're mumbling."

"Oh...well. The dance in Pherae...I was wondering if-"

"Roy, please speak up." He still hadn't looked up, which was starting to make Roy mad. The poor duke was garbling, but if the king would've looked up, he would've noticed how red his face was. With a sigh he added, "Roy, if it's not that important then can you come back later? I'm almost finished."

"But...it is."

"Did you say something, Roy?" Marth finally looked and saw the red-faced teen.

"No Marth! I wasn't saying anything! Go back to what you were doing." He then walked out of the door, slamming it behind him. Marth put his pen down, looking at the door in confusion, thinking that he'd come back, but after five minutes he never did. The eighteen year old stood and walked out the door, walking to Roy's room. He knocked on the door, but there was no reply. He knocked again. "Roy? Roy, are you in there?" He opened the door, and the room was empty.

This made the king worried. He went next door and knocked, receiving an answer this time. "Marth! Is something the matter?" The person at the door was Eliwood, Roy's father.

"Have you seen Roy?"

"Roy? No I haven't. Did something happen?" He opened the door wider, allowing the teen to enter.

"I don't even know! There was something I had to look over before I approved of s new trade route. He came into my room and he started to say something but I couldn't understand him. I asked him to speak up multiple times but I still couldn't hear him. So then I asked him to come back later so he could talk to me with my full attention, but then he stormed off and left. Do you happen to know what he said?"

"...I think I do."

"What was what it? I feel awful now." Marth placed his head in his hands as Eliwood sighed.

"It might be best if you find him and talk to him. He's probably somewhere quiet so he could think."

"There are a few places like that. I'll take a look into it. Thank you Master Eliwood." With that, the prince left the room.


The first place he had in mind was the library, which luckily wasn't far from Eliwood's room. He slowly walked into the library and saw a person, though it wasn't the right person. "Hello Marth...Look you flustered. Is something wrong?"

"Oh, Merric...I'm quite alright, thank you. Just looking for someone."

"Sir Roy, I presume?" He closed the book he was reading and stood, walking up beside his childhood friend.

"Yes, I've been trying to think of all the quiet places in the palace. The library was the first thing that came to mind but he clearly wasn't here."

"Is something wrong?"

"We had a...falling out."

"...I'm sure that's normal. Friends do it all the time so, I would think lovers would do the same." He then walked up to the taller male and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure you'll find him."

"Thank you Merric." After that, the two went their separate ways, Marth going to the one other place he could think of.


After passing multiple guards and servants, the new king had finally made his way to the garden. He sighed, taking in the fresh air before he looked towards the arch of rise in the middle of the garden, the small swing being occupied by the person he was looking for. "Roy? Can we talk?"

"So now you want to talk?! What happened to the paper of yours?!"

"...Roy, please don't be that way. I'm sorry." He knelt down in front of the swing and places his hand on Roy's. "You have my full attention."

"...It's nothing important," Roy sighed as he looked away, a blush on his face.

"That's not what your father told me."

"You talked to...Alright. I was wondering if you'd...like to go to a ball that Pherae's holding?" Roy still garbled but Marth heard him nonetheless. He smile mischievously, leaning closer to the duke.

"I still can't hear you."

"...I said, will you go to the-"

"Speak up Roy." At this point, the king was trying his hardest not to laugh, but he did crack a smile.

"Will you go to the ball in Pherae?!" He practically screamed, and Marth finally broke down. He laughed before standing, offering the duke his hand.

"Of course, Roy. I'm sorry for not being able to answer sooner." He placed the duke in his arms, stroking his hair.

"I'm sorry for not noticing you were so busy." He placed his head on Marth's chest and they stood that way for a good while.

When they parted, Marth sighed and turned towards the castle. "I need to get that paper to Jeigan before he finds me." With that, the prince walked away, but not before saying, "By the way Roy, I heard you the first time you asked."

"...Marth!"


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