A/N: Well, kids. Here we are. The big engagement party is finally upon us. What's going to happen? All I can tell you now is that there's currently a dog laying at my feet like a good girl, like a big, special girl and I love her. For those of you that follow me on Snapchat or Instagram or even Tumblr once in a while, you've seen the Mika bean. She's almost thirteen years old and my favorite pup in the world. She's a big ball of poof and love and snuggles and she likes to take long naps under my desk. Now that I'm done gushing about my dog, I'm going to spin you a tale of woe and a man with a heart torn in two. Ok? Ok.

These parties never interested me. Sure, they were fun, but they bored me all the same. That was until a certain special someone came into my life, stealing my heart. The one person that I never wanted to live without. I couldn't believe this was happening tonight. Now or never. It all came down to this. I couldn't stop sweating. I've never been so nervous in my entire life. Maybe I just needed something to calm me down. A little bit of liquid courage to keep me level.

"Victor," a sweet, familiar voice called out to me. But in the same breath, he corrected himself, "I'm sorry. I mean, your highness."

"Not now, Yuri," I downed a glass of champagne in one drink, "I'm a little busy."

I left him by all the glasses while I took two. Relax, Victor. Find somewhere to sit down and drink your worries away. I don't think we had enough alcohol in the entire castle to make me forget the reasoning for this party. I'd much rather that first party again. My beloved angel looked so cute that night. Could I live that party on a loop, please?

Which left me this question. Do I marry for love or do I sacrifice my happiness for the sake of my kingdom? I know it'd be good for the people. There would be a new king and queen on the throne. Mother and Father could spend the rest of their days living in the countryside. But I'd have to spend the rest of my life miserable. I didn't want that for myself, but I could never wish any suffering on my people.

"Vitya?" Mila sat with me, giving me another glass of champagne, "What's the matter, brother? You seem down."

"I think I'm going to throw up," I threw back another glass, "I mean, I have to come out of tonight engaged."

"So, what's stopping you?" she asked.

"I'm torn," I let out a heavy sigh, laying my head on my sister's shoulder, "Do I do this for me or for my people? Do I do this for entirely selfish reasons or for the right ones?"

"Whatever you decide," Mila kissed the top of my head, "I know you'll make me proud. And I'll still love you no matter what you choose."

"Thanks, Mila," I finished another glass, "I appreciate the pep talk."

"Victor..." Yuri approached slowly, "Are you ok?"

"I'm going to leave you boys alone," Mila got up and ran off to presumably find Sara.

"I'm sorry, Yuri," I followed suit, "I just need a minute to sort some things out, ok?"

"But..."

I couldn't even let him finish. This was killing me! I knew I'd have to deal with this eventually, but I didn't want to deal with it now. The question was simple? Who do I love more than anything in this world? Who would be worth my time? Did my kingdom truly come first in my heart? I might as well rip this bandage off. With the champagne finally easing my nerves, I went off to find Yuko. If Yuri's here, Yuko couldn't be too far behind.

"Victor!" Instead of finding Yuko, my father found me, "What is taking you so long?"

"I was just on my way to find Yuko," I settled him, "Did you happen to see which way she went?"

"No," Father shook his head, "But I think your mother might have."

"And where would she be?"

"By the stairs."

Now, I had to go on a wild goose chase to find my mother in order to find Yuko? This was ridiculous. It brought me back to a time when Mila and I were talking about relationships. She told me that I'd never have to chase the one. The one would find me when I least expected it. Strange. I'm the older one between the two of us and she has so much more wisdom than I do. I managed to find Yuko before I found my mother and dragged her off to a raised balcony as my father got the crowd to quiet down.

"Princess Yuko," I took her hands, "You and I have been seeing each other for a while now."

"That's right," Yuko confirmed, "What of it, my prince?"

"As you know," I began, "I am next in line for the throne of my kingdom. I have a duty to my kingdom to rule them as my father did before me. However, I can't do that alone."

"What is it, Victor?" she had no idea where I was going with this one. I hardly knew. Even though I did have that duty to my kingdom, the only way we got to where we were today was through change, right?

"I stand here in front of my entire kingdom," I shook a little, "Fully deserving of happiness until the day I die with someone I love as much as I love them. So, I stand here, their future king, to say…"

I looked out on the crowd, hoping to find the answers out there. All I had was an approving nod from my sister, an annoyed look from my younger brother, and an angry glare coming from my father, wanting me to hurry this up, so he could go to bed. And I couldn't blame him. If he didn't get enough sleep, someone would find that out the hard way and I prayed for whoever would be on the receiving end of it.

"Victor," Yuko spoke softly, "Go ahead. Say what you need to say."

"Thank you," I kissed her forehead, getting a nice hum of awe across the crowd. It's now or never, right? Please say yes, "Yuri, will you marry me and be the husband that will forever make me the happiest man alive?"

"What?!" I thought Yuri was going to come out of his skin as a heavy gasp fell over the crowd. I didn't want to put him in that kind of position, but there was no other way.

"Victor!" my father snapped, "Is this some sort of joke?! There can't be two kings ruling this kingdom!"

"It's not a joke," I stood my ground, "It's the beginning of a new day, Father. If I don't get to rule the kingdom with Yuri, I'm not ruling at all. I'll abdicate the throne right now."

"Fine," he retaliated, "Then, Mila's going to take the kingdom."

"Why?" Mila stepped in, "So instead of the kingdom having two kings, it'll have two queens? Sorry, Daddy. I got the girlfriend you wanted Vitya to have."

"Yurio's too young to rule yet," Father groaned, "Why? Why did you always have to be the difficult one, Victor? Why do you have to be the reason for my ulcers?"

"Yakov," Mother stopped him, "Do you really like Yuko? Do you want her ruling our kingdom?"

"Not particularly," he agreed, "But Victor wanted to pick and he picked wrong. I gave him a chance to fall in love."

"And he did," she pointed out, gesturing to my possible fiancé, making his way through the crowd, "You're just not getting what you want."

"And there's one other reason Yurio can't rule under your stipulations," Mila smirked, shooting a wink at our littlest brother.

"Shut up, Mila," Yurio growled, his face turning bright red.

"It's alright, Yura," Otabek settled him. I thought there was something between those two. Yurio always straightened up after Otabek told him to. Sometimes without even saying a word, "Don't let her get to you."

"Well?" I smiled, helping Yuri the rest of the way up the stairs, "Which would you rather have, Your Majesty? Do we rid the kingdom of an archaic idea or do we rid it of a monarchy altogether?"

I had him cornered. My father was left speechless and a part of me was loving it, "Since this kingdom's conception, there has always been one king and one queen."

"Yuri's pretty like a queen," I defended, pulling my boyfriend to my side.

"And how are you supposed to further the royal bloodline?" he argued, "A man can't carry a baby."

"Mila," I asked, "I hate to do this in front of everyone here, but if I asked you nicely, would you surrogate our baby for us?"

"In a heartbeat," Mila promised.

"Problem solved," I shrugged, "There's no possible way anyone could lose here. Please, Father. Don't make me marry Yuko. I do love her, but not like I love Yuri. He's so special to me and there's no one else I'd rather be with."

"Well," Father thought, "It is your kingdom now, Victor. That's entirely your choice."

"In that case," I smiled, "It's actually Yuri's choice."

"Me?" Yuri perked up, "How is it my choice?"

"Because," I got down on my knee, taking his ring out of my pocket, "You have yet to answer me. Yuri…In front of my entire kingdom, our allies, and your best friend that I was supposed to be with, will you marry me? Please?"

"I…" Yuri looked like he was about to pass out, but I kept him steady, "I don't know…"

"Let me simplify it for you," I brought him down to my level, "Do you love me? My title aside, my lineage aside, do you love me?"

"Of course I do," he sat on his feet, "But…"

"Well then?" I cut him off, "You, me, eternity? How does that sound?"

Yuri's shaking started to ease as he inched closer to me, "It sounds too good to be true."

"Believe it," I cradled his innocent, little face in my hand, "Because this is true. You're my knight in shining armor, Yuri. You always have been since the day we met. Whether you know it or not, you've saved the prince many, many times. And most importantly, you saved him from making the biggest mistake of his life."

"Victor…" his voice cracked. Uh-oh…Did I break him? A couple tears dropped from his eyes…and a smile appeared on his face, "Yes."

"Yes?" my heart stopped.

"Yes!" Yuri pulled me in for the most incredible kiss we've ever had. All the others were fueled by passion, sometimes even spite. Knowing that this wasn't the way it was supposed to be, but exactly the way it was supposed to be. But this one? This one was pure love for the man I'd marry.

"I hope you do me proud, Victor," the corner of my father's mouth twitched slightly. That's the closest I'm going to get to a smile out of him. Regardless, I'll take it!

"I'll try," I beamed, holding Yuri in my arms. Honestly, I didn't care about any of that stuff anymore. I'm just glad he said yes.

"Hey, Victor…" Speak of the beautiful devil, "You do know this means we have a wedding to plan now, right?"

"You're absolutely right," I nodded, holding him tight, "You know it's going to be our kingdom's first royal wedding in quite some time. I hope you're ready for something like that."

"It'll take some time to plan out, though," Yuri fell into me, "Right?"

"Not necessarily," I thought it over, sitting on the floor with my new fiancé, "Hey, Mila!"

"Yes?" my beloved sister joined us, "What is it?"

"One," I shoved my finger in her face, "You nearly outed Yurio. Not cool."

"Sorry," she winced, "We needed back up and you know, despite his constant whining, Yurio will always be on our side."

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to," I redirected her, "But before you do that, I have a question to ask you."

"What?"

"Will you help us plan our wedding?" I asked, "That is, if it's ok with you, Yuri."

"That's fine by me," Yuri cranked his neck back, "Yuko? Would you want to get in on that?"

"Absolutely!" Yuko chimed, scanning the crowd for her own knight, "Victor, do you know where Takeshi is?"

"Front gate," I sent her off, "And Yuko?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you," I winked at her, "For being so understanding."

"No problem!" And just like that, my almost fiancée bounced off to find her boyfriend.

"Do you two have anything thought out yet?" Mila went into full on, party planning mode already, "Color schemes? Decorations?"

"Mila," I giggled, "We just got engaged. Give us some time."

We did, didn't we? I'd be marrying the little anxious knight of my dreams. My Yuri. After a long night of congratulatory fanfare, I needed my bed. Our bed. And for old time's sake, I nicked a bottle of Moscato from the wine cellar while Yuri headed up to the bedroom. This was it. Where it had all began. A bottle of Moscato and that blushing boy on my bed to share it with. It made sense that this was where one chapter of our love story was ending. And I couldn't wait to see what the next chapter had in store for us.

A/N: And there we have it, kids. Victuri was achieved. Our boys are getting married. They'll have the kingdom to do with as they wish. I really do love how this story turned out and I love even more how well received it's been. Give yourselves a pat on the back. And now, once the beginning of 2018 hits, I'll be starting the Adopted sequel again. Don't tell them that, though. I'll be going back to the parental!Victuri than the fluffy, romantic!Victuri like we have here. It'll be fantastic, I'm sure. I hope all of you have a beautiful and incredible New Year. I love you to death. Thank you, thank you, thank you for sticking this out with me. And I'll see you later. xx