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Ianto walked as confidently as he could towards the three Hovers with the Boeshane Robes covering his Boeshanninan colours, the beast of a vessel sitting pristinely on the Hover Pad. Three huge beasts that were identical and all three wore the Royal crest of Boeshane. Ianto took a deep breath and nodded to Rhys who made a motion for the first Hover to take off, watching it rise slowly and turn so it was heading towards the Capitol, then Ianto and Jack went into the second one, Owen there waiting for them with a solemn face.

They took off and the third one followed, smaller Security hovers move around them all like gnats around an elephant. Ianto hated leaving the kids behind but knew they were safest there, the little one inside him the one in danger now. He knew he would have to be on his toes.

The flight was long and silent, both men taking the time to hold hands and reflect in silent prayer for those lost. Ianto was also wondering why it was done. Who had tried to wipe out the family, not knowing Jack was not there like he was supposed to be.

"Cariad?"

"hmmm?"

"If you had died also… all of us there like the invite had requested …. if your entire bloodline was gone… who takes the throne?" Ianto asked gently.

Jack blinked and then frowned as he focused on Ianto's line of questioning "I don't know love. Good question."

And therein lay the question.

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The silence was the first thing he noticed as he stepped from the Hover, the other two touching down as well and the armada of security making the pad full of silent threat to anyone who might try to approach.

Ianto walked confidently with the Bladesinger colours hidden by the large Boeshane robes in the bright light, as were the blades at his hips. The small crown on his head that of his Grandmother's line… the Old Blood that denoted this man to be the true owner of this realm… hidden under the headdress. He felt in control.

Maybe… maybe it was time he decides if he is.

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Ianto entered the main hall and noticed the chaos, walking to the head of the table with Jack following him silently. The impromptu throne room in the Great Hall that was actually the outer building for visiting realms which was outside of the blast radius thank goodness. They settled in the thrones waiting for them, Jack careful to take the higher one as Ianto had instructed him to. Ianto might 'own' the Realm but Jack's family had rules it for so many generations that it would seem … crass… to change that now. Besides… it was all mote once their son takes the throne… right?

The advisors that had rushed from the outer realms came and knelt as well, all of them both eager and afraid to replace those lost in the explosions that Ianto could still smell on the wind.

"Sires…"

"We have not been sworn in" Jack said calmly "The first thing we need it to quickly… swear Ianto and me in as the new rulers of this realm so we can officially protect and serve."

"Yes Sire… we will do that momentarily…. Is there something we can effort while that is being prepared?" one of the old women asked, her eyes firmly locked on the man in the plain robes, his hair covered to hide that he was a Bladesinger. Her own so faded that there was a mere flick of blue here and there amongst the sliver of age.

"I want to know who stood to gain from the demise of the royal family" Ianto replied softly "Who is still here that could claim the throne… had Jackson been attending with his family like he had been supposed to?"

"My King" she bowed low so her forehead touched the ground, then she rose and swept from the room, some of those in the back of the room scattering with fear from the witch.

Ianto felt no such fear. She was one of his old tutors after all… a cousin cross-breed from the Terillion Realm that had both the Old Blood and the Eye of the Rook. Like his beloved Master. Oh yes, she will find out.

Ianto then rose from the throne "Swear us in… then his Majesty the Mighty King Jackson will retire with the advisors to agree on a strategy for rebuilding. I will then go to the blast site where I will pay respects and lay flowers."

"No… I go with you." Jack said strongly "Nothing else matters but the respect to those gone. We will look forward only after we have bowed to those behind us now…. For their deaths herald our path forward."

"Well said" Ianto answered softly as he kissed his cheek "Well done."

Jack smiled as he knew he had to be a strong man now. Ianto had named him. The Mighty King Jackson. Oh yes… he will be Mighty alright… and he will grind those bones to help mop up the blood of his enemies.

The hand moving to Ianto's stomach as their spark moved within was a comfit to them all.

Oh yes.

The Mighty King Jackson would rule with a strength and fairness that was metered by his beloved. The Sweet King Ifan would become known as the one to give blessings, favours and affection.

But that is all to come… than will be then… this is now.

And right now… they would both be savage against their enemies. For that Spark within and the three souls waiting for their return to their country home. Even if Ianto knew life would never be as it was before the blast and deep down… in the dowels of his soul… he was already home.

The Capitol he hated so much… was now his house to clean.