Not so charming

Rating: T

Pairing: Yonekuni/Shiro, implied Maximilian/David

Summary: Alternative Universe.
Yonekuni is young, smart and handsome. Moreover, he's the crown prince. He's always surrounded by women and he loves it.
But one day the Kingdom's councillor Sir David Woodville -his father mistress- told him to stop "flirting" until his wedding, to prevent any illegitimate child.
However, he assured he would find him a wonderful replacement…

Hello everyone!
Here is the second part of third chapter, a short but interesting one I hope ;)
Even though it is not a spectacular chapter, he is special to me: he is set between "Not so charming" 1st anniversary (1/18) and my birthday (1/26)! So, it's like a double gift haha :D

RAR: Hum… I am ashamed, really ashamed. I realised I never answered any review and I'm feeling quite bad 'cause there are the reason why I keep on writing. Sure I said "thanks for your reviews/support" but that's not right; you take time to read and comment my work and I'm more grateful than what it looks like when I answer like that… So here is a "condensé" of how I felt back then :

NGBW thank you for each review, it's really important to me to know how you react to that or that. :)
Kunohichi8 haha I'm not so keen on Yonekuni as what people had thought, 'cause Shiro's not the "wonderful replacement" lol wonder if you sensed that by the "poor prince" or if you were just compassionate with him :p
Mr. Ochinchin Head Owwww! Thanks ! :3 I swear I won't. *cough from being far too "girly" from my usual state*
Rbk & Anairafuji I don't speak Spanish at all so, even if most was understandable for the little Frenchie I am, I had to go ask Google for help ."
Rbk = haha believe me, no one could ever imagine what's in my head; even I fear 'that' sometimes… But glad you liked it! :D
Anairafuji = Not really "pronto" but I did and I will :)
CrimsonSwanKnight Kyaaa! Thanks :D
Yaoilover Beemo haha sorry but it's surely not the continuation you had thought about ;)

Part Four

They had been greeted and congratulated by many guests -most of them being from the Japanese court-, and Shiro could see something strange in their eyes; not something as harsh as disdain, but some kind of discomfort and confusion.
While he would have understood disdain, those unusual looks made him feel troubled.

"Shiro… Shiro?
_ Oh! Yes?
_ Is everything okay? You look quite … absent.
_ Yeah, sorry. I was just daydreaming again."

The boy shot him a slight smile, feeling guilty for being caught inattentive and a soft chuckle left the prince's lips.

"Hey! Don't look like that! I'm neither my mother nor Lady Nishimura; I'm not going to scold you. I just wanted you to meet some of the guests here; I think you'll like to know more about them."

His fiancé had succeeded in intriguing him; the Queen had insisted on introducing him to every guest she had thought had some significance and she had said they were done only a few minutes ago. So…Who could it be? And why the thought of meeting them made Oushou smile in this way?

The prince's hand grabbed his own and led him to a secluded part of the ballroom.
This corner was separated from the main part by heavy and dark curtains; three large windows allowed the moonlight in, enlightening the small table and comfy sofas that composed the area.
In the middle of the place two men were seated in one of the couch, whispering words to each other and exchanging gentle smiles. Once they noticed the newcomers, they stood up as fast as they could, looking quite embarrassed.

Oh my! What… what was that?! Shiro's mind was in turmoil, were they flirting?! And we caught them… Oh god.
But as Oushou and he were getting closer to the other men, the taller one seemed to relax a bit and his hand reached out to his Asian looking companion.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you too much, but I was so thrilled to introduce my fiancé to you, I just couldn't wait any longer.
_ Oh no! Your presence would never be a bother Your Majesty, said the smaller but still well-built man in a bow, his cheeks crimson red.
_ Shiro, here are His Excellency the Right Honourable Kumakashi Teruhiko, our Japanese Emissary in England, and his spouse Sir Joshua McBear, Earl of Sussex."

Shiro's eyes widened at the realization and he frowned at his betrothed as if looking for a hint of joke, "I was quite sure you would want to talk with them after learning about their story, and I thought it would be better for that to happen before our wedding.
_ If I may speak honestly to you, Your Highness, I know how you may feel at this moment.
I would myself have loved to be able to talk to someone of this situation and I will be more than pleased to exchange with you if you ever feel the need to.
_ That would be lovely, Your Excellency, I may have a hundred questions to ask you."

The so-called Teruhiko gave him a sincere smile, nodding in agreement; he seemed to be of a kind and honest nature.
Enjoying the calm and privacy that provided the room, Shiro and Teruhiko went to sit on a couch under the furthest window chatting in a friendly way; the others two stood next to the drapes, exchanging banalities. The black-haired boy heard the sound of fabric being lift but he didn't throw a glance at the newcomers.

"Ooh! What do we see here? Sir Joshua McBear and His Majesty the Prince of Kyushu!
But seeing you together shouldn't surprise me, monsters of your species always get along.
How disgusting.
_ Your Royal Highness!
Of course, I should have known that I would also have the displeasure of your appearance.
In my bliss, I had totally forgotten about you and I would have never thought you'd actually come to the wedding… but it's not like you nor I could avoid the requirements of our positions!"

Shiro could sense the tension and hardly-repressed anger in Oushou's voice, the prince had the same made-up warm smile of his mother playing on his lips; that man was clearly not a friend.

"But now that I think about it, aren't you yourself part of that 'disgusting specie'?
_ News travel fast. If Sir Henry Fitzwilliam's company may have been forced upon me, I will never lower myself to such nauseating activities.
_Shiro, love, come! Here is… His Royal Highness Yonekuni, Prince of Wales.
May the Lord preserve us from meeting more often than necessary!"

An uneasy and confused Shiro - he couldn't see anything from his spot- stood and walked towards the newly-formed group to the other side of the room, Teruhiko by his side.

The soothing words he had for his fiancé died in his throat at the sight.

Broad shoulders and a solid chest, both worthy of a Greek statue, were perfectly enhanced in a sophisticated light-blue and silver outfit.
His features were fine but virile, he had über-light blond hair that fell to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes.
The harsh and vicious voice they heard had left that stunning' mouth; the foreign prince looked upon the black-haired boy for a few moments.

Shiro's heart was pounding loud and quick. Really quick.

However, the Adonis shifted its focus back to Oushou's figure and hurled contemptuously at him, "Moreover, a monkey… what a waste for your family".

He then turned his back to their group and went back to the main room, followed by a bunch of cackling teenage girls, opulently but tastelessly dressed, who were more or less discreetly flirting with him.

Shiro's breathing stopped for a moment, his heart falling into pieces.
The feelings he had tried so hard to forget overwhelming him once again.

He didn't recognize me…