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4. Confabulation (n)- to converse informally, chat
It was the very first day of the Smash Manor's second tournament. Introduction had already been made, and the young duke of Pherae was very excited. All the introduction he had heard made him very excited, but there was one introduction that stuck out in his mind. Another newcomer, Prince Marth of Altea. His introduction was so formal. I could never be like that in twenty years.
It was true that the fifteen-year old was a noble as well, but he felt that he paled in comparison to Marth. The way he dressed, the way he talked to people, even the way he carried himself were all different from Roy. And it made the duke quite intrigued in him.
Roy was walking down the hallway, having just finished training, when he saw the fifteen-year old walking alongside the Princess Peach, though he didn't look that interested. His face did brighten however, when he saw the redhead. "Ah, good afternoon Sir Roy."
"Good afternoon Prince Marth, Princess Peach. How are you this afternoon?" Marth raised an eyebrow, unbeknown to the teen before he unraveled his arm from Peach's.
"I was actually looking for you. Would you mind joining me in my room?"
"Not at all."
"Thank you. Excuse us Princess." With a nod from the mushroom princess, the two nobles were off.
"Is there something you need Prince Mar-"
"You can drop the 'prince'. Just Marth is fine." He sat on his bed, slightly crossing his legs as he smiled at the duke. The duke smiled back, but he was quite surprised. He hadn't seen Marth to be one for confabulation. "Is something the matter, Roy? You're staring." Roy looked away, tuning just as red as his hair.
"I-It's nothing! I'm just...surprised. You're always so formal. I just didn't think that you'd talk so...casually." Marth laughed at the younger male's words, and said male blushed.
"That's how I have to carry myself. I'm a prince. Most people don't expect anything else."
"Oh...So you're not-"
"I never said that." He held up a finger, waved it in the air, and smirked. "Just around other people I put up a semi-act. I do have some form of mannerism."
"So why are you telling me this? I barely know you."
"I'm aware of that but…" For a moment, the redhead could've sworn he saw Marth blush, but didn't say anything. "I feel like I can be comfortable around you...Since you're another royal and all."
"Oh, I get it." For some reason, Roy's heart sank a little. There was a moment of awkward silent before Marth cleared his throat.
"Roy, I'd like to get to know you better. Would you like to train with me later?"
"Of course!" Roy replied, rather quickly as the prince smiled.
"Alright then, I'll see you later today." With that, the young duke left the room. Marth stayed in his position a moment longer before stretching out on his bed with a sigh. What's this feeling I have everytime I see him? I can't be...Well, what if it is? The fifteen year old laughed to himself before standing up again and grabbing his sword.
The two nobles kept putting up their acts in front of others, but had their private conversations when times allowed. They talked about everything from their families,to war, to what their favorite foods were. "So how old are you Roy?"
"I just turned fifteen not too long ago." This surprised the prince. "What?"
"Nothing, you're just younger than I thought."
Roy chuckled a little. "A lot of people tell me that. When I had started my journey to stop the war, I was fourteen. I turned fifteen about halfway through. What about you?"
"Fifteen, but I turn sixteen next week."
"Oh…" It turned to awkward silence again before Roy took a deep breath. "Hey Marth, can I ask you something?"
"Ask away?"
"How do you feel about relationships?"
"That's an odd question-"
"Not just any relationship but...not male and female relationships."
"Oh...Well, I'd say that love is love, no matter the gender. That said though…" Marth started, blushing.
"You like someone who's not a girl? What about…"
"Cadea? She's just a friend of mine. I like someone else." He then sighed before placing his hand over Roy's, a faint blush in his cheeks. "He's very kind, has a childlike innocence but knows about the world and all the things that go on in it." Roy gasped in the middle of Marth's explanation and blushed as well before turning away. "I see you figured it out."
"Oh! I…I don't know what to say."
"I'd be happy if you'd just say yes Roy. Do you return my feelings?" The prince's blush was now deeper and he turned away from the duke. Roy chuckled at this, which caused Marth to blush even more.
"I didn't know you were so shy Marth…It's cute." He chuckled again, a deep and melodic sound, despite his age. "And…I'd be happy, thrilled to return your feelings."
"Y-You would?" Marth turned to the younger male, with a look of shock that he couldn't hide.
"I would. I love you Marth." Roy then leaned forward a little, straining his back to reach the height of the taller noble, who then leaned down before the two lips locked. It was an unknown feeling to the both of them, but it felt nice to both of them as well. They then broke apart, and Marth held the smaller male in his arms
"I love you too, Roy."
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