Author's Note: more clarification! Nathan and Lucas are brothers. They have another brother Jacob (Jake) and three sisters Charlotte (Lottie), Marianna (Anna) and Margaret-Grace (Maggie-Grace). Nathan is the oldest. Their parents are King George VII and Queen Violet (Vi). Nathan is next in line to be King.

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"Hey man," Nathan mumbled wandering into the cavernous kitchen where his younger brother Lucas was sat reading a morning paper and slurping the milk at the bottom of his cereal bowl.

"Morning," came Lucas' answer, not really looking up as Nathan entered the kitchen and grabbed a carton of juice from the fridge and drank straight from it, not bothering with a glass.

A tutting sound came from the kitchen door where the boys' mother stood looking at her two sons, on eyebrow cocked upwards in a questioning manner. "Lucas Eugene Douglas Walter, did your father and I teach you to drink from a bowl? No we most certainly did not. Nathaniel George Matthew Hayden Scott - where are your manners? The entire household has to drink that juice and I for one don't want your germs, thank you very much," Violet told her boys, making them blush as she could always do with her children.

Behind Violet came the boys' youngest sister, Maggie-Grace and their brother Jake. They sat down on either side of Lucas, bleary-eyed as he stroked each of their hair affectionately, earning a weak smile from Maggie-Grace and a glare from Jake. Lucas quickly removed his hand from Jake's head, chuckling slightly.

"So, Lucas when were you going to tell us you're engaged?" Nathan asked, picking up another paper on the counter in front of him and reading the headline.

"That's rich coming from you. You're engaged to Brooke and you didn't even tell us you were dating her!" Lucas smirked, holding up his newspaper to show everybody the headline. Nathan snorted his laughter and continued to eat cereal from the box, causing Vi to send glares in his direction.

"Hardy ha-ha," was Nathan's muffled reply, through a mouthful of cereal. Maggie-Grace screwed up her face in disgust and wiped delicately at her cheek as if some imaginary bit of cereal from Nathan's mouth had hit her.

A maid entered the room, curtseying to each of the royals in turn before turning to Violet. "Mrs Russell-Thomson sent me to remind you that the car will be coming for you in half an hour please madam," the maid stuttered, her cheeks flushed as she sent furtive glances at Nathan's naked chest and Lucas' ruffled bed-head hair. They certainly were handsome young men.

"Darn," Violet cussed. "Kids, you've got to go get dressed for school now. Have a good day, boys, don't get into too much trouble! Say hi to Peyton and Brooke for me though," Violet called, half way down the corridor as she hurried away to get dressed.

Still in silence Jake and Maggie-Grace slipped off their stools and slunk away in their half-asleep state, eyes drooping after being up late the previous night at a party.

Nathan and Lucas lapsed into silence as Nathan finally grabbed a bowl for his cornflakes and slid into the stool beside Lucas. They munched their food slowly, the silence between them heavy in the air.

"Do you think you'll marry Peyton?" Nathan asked suddenly, the silence becoming too much. Lucas glanced up, almost startled by the question.

He gulped before answering and took a deep breath, pondering his answer. "No," he said finally.

"NO?! Really? I always thought, well everyone always thought…" Nathan trailed off looking ahead of him, surprised by Lucas' answer.

"Nope," Lucas looked just as surprised by his answer as Nathan did. "Do you think you're ever going to hook up with Brooke? It's been forever after all."

Nathan took less time to answer. "Marrying Brooke would be like marrying Lottie. She's a sister to me - a baby sister. It kills me that anyone thinks about her like that," Nathan said shuddering slightly at the idea of the girl he viewed as a sister in any other role than sister. Glancing over at Lucas, his eyes widened as he took in his brother's pink cheeks - a sure sign he was trying to hide something.

"Nooo…" Nathan murmured, realisation dawning on his face. "You won't marry Peyt cause you're in love with Brooke! That is messed up dude."

Lucas simply glared, causing Nathan to crow delightedly at being right.

Still chuckling slightly at the shock revelation Nathan glanced back down at the papers, his smile fading as he glanced over the headlines, all of them asking the same thing. Was the playboy prince ever going to settle down and have an heir?

"Luke? What will I do if I don't fall in love?" Nathan asked, glancing to his side shocking his brother with the unexpected question.

"Didn't know you believed in love, dude," Lucas answered truthfully. He had kind of figured that when the time came that Nathan needed a wife, he'd find himself a pretty blonde who was too dumb to have an opinion. Seeing that his brother was serious and really needed advice, Lucas desperately searched for an appropriate answer.

"You'll meet someone, someone you're gonna want to spend your life with. Everyone has to. And in the mean time, speak to Jake," Lucas advised. He stood up and dumped in his bowl into the sink where he knew it would later be cleaned by a maid. "I'm going to Peyt's. Her friend Haley is staying with her if you wanna come and meet her?" Lucas offered, knowing that the prospect of meeting a new girl would distract Nathan.

"Sure. She hot?" he asked following Lucas out the room. Lucas simply rolled his eyes. Nathan was so predictable.