Warning: AU, pseudo-historical romance, Ran/Ken.
Author's Note Before: O.O Sorry! I know this is a little later than usual, but my server was squakey! Ouite a bit of description in this chapter. Feel free to skip it. There are also a lot of conversations, so hopefully its not too bad. Actually, the conversation that this chapter opens with is my favorite one. It just makes me giggle. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Weiss belongs to Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiss. I earn nothink!
Tell Him That it Wasn't Love
Chapter Ten
"Is he asleep?"
"Yes."
"He didn't get up with the sun."
"How could he with the curtains drawn?"
"Should we open them?"
"No."
"Grandma-ma said not to disturb him."
"Ma-ma is always right."
"Shhh! I think I saw him move!"
The four whispering voices fell silent. Ken cracked one eye open and peeked at them. Asuka and the Aunties were huddled together standing over him. Their white dresses the only things clearly visible in the darkened room. Ken tried not to smile. When he didn't move again they cautiously resumed their conversation.
"Why is he sleeping on the settee?"
"Maybe he doesn't like the bed."
"Maybe he fell asleep while changing."
"Maybe he's scared and needs a bunny."
"Tot, he doesn't need a bunny."
"Why not?"
"He's a man, silly."
"So? Da likes bunnies."
Silence descended momentarily while they all thought about that. Ken pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. He'd discovered that he liked children. Well, these children at least. He could remember being little, not very little, but definitely smaller. But he couldn't recall being around children. Well, there was that vague impression of Yohji trying to force feed him worms. Not the most pleasant of memories.
"Is he even breathing?"
"What if he's dead?"
"Don't be silly. Why would he die?"
"The pox."
"He doesn't have the pox."
"What if he does?"
"He doesn't."
"How do you know?"
"No bumps."
"I saw this man in Town and his whole face was all bumpy and Da said it was pox."
"When?"
"Thursday."
"You didn't go to Town Thursday."
"Uh-hunh."
"When?"
"Roooaaawwwrrrrr!!!"
"Aaaaghhh!!!"
The four little girls screamed as Ken roared and sat up suddenly. Then they all stared at each other and started laughing.
"You're mean, Cousin Ken!" cried Asuka giggling.
"You scared us," Hel and Schon laughed together.
"Even bunny was screamed," said Tot brandishing her toy.
They all jumped again as the door to Ken's room flew open and Ran charged in. He pulled himself to a halt and stared at them. Then scowled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I believe Nurse Strand has been looking for you for half an hour now," he said. "Aren't you supposed to be in the school room?"
The four little ladies sheepishly looked at their feet and nodded.
"Well, off with you."
Ken smiled at them in sympathy as they filed from the room. Ran continued to watch sternly as they exited then he turned to Ken.
"Morning," Ken said grinning.
"Morning, yourself. Its almost eleven," said Ran crossing the room to the window. He drew the curtains open and the room flooded with sunlight.
"Eleven?!" cried Ken shielding his eyes.
"Aa."
Ken climbed off the settee, noticing as he did that a blanket had been draped over him.
"I've never slept this late!"
"Don't worry," Ran said. "You were exhausted last night. You don't have any chores to do. Aunt and Uncle don't mind."
"I know. It just feels strange. Why do they stay up so late?"
Ran shrugged.
"I suppose because they can," he said.
Ken frowned. It seemed silly to him, and wasteful in some way.
"Wash up and get dressed. Luncheon will be served by the time you're done," Ran said heading for the door.
"Wait a minute, Ran. Who closed my curtains and covered me up?" Ken asked holding up the blanket.
Ken wasn't sure, but for a second he thought he saw Ran's mask slip, and a sheepish look flit through his eyes.
"I did," he said. "I checked to make sure you were comfortable, but you'd already fallen asleep. I was afraid to move you."
Ken smiled and tried to fight the pleased blush he could feel creeping across his cheeks.
"Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome. I'll see you at luncheon."
With that Ran left. Ken had the feeling of loss again, but he shook himself out of it and pulled off his night shirt. There was fresh water in the pitcher next to his wash basin, and a clean wash cloth and towel. He quickly washed up then dug around for some clothes. The outfits he'd worn the day before had been removed. Presumably by the servant who'd changed the water.
Ken found some things he thought looked okay for day wear, although he couldn't really see what the difference was, and put them on. As if on cue there was a knock on his door.
"Come in," Ken called.
Omi appeared smiling. However his smile became a frown as he looked Ken over. He shook his head.
"Nice try, Ken."
"Thanks," the Duke smiled removing the outfit he'd chosen so he could change into what Omi was laying out for him.
At luncheon Ken discovered that his Uncle and Yohji had gone to the palace to inform the King of his arrival. They were expected back for dinner.
Asuka and the Aunties invited Ken to bowl with them on the lawn, and then asked for permission out of their afternoon studies so they could. The Grand Duchess agreed, but cautioned them that it would be the last day of no lessons. She also said she expected to see marked improvement in their spelling and drawing. They pouted, but nodded their understanding.
Tea was once again served outside as the game was in full swing. All four of the girls against Ken seemed unfair so Omi was asked to play as well. Ran kept score and the Grand Duchess company while they watched.
The game had just ended and tea was being served when the Grand Duke and Yohji returned.
"Welcome home, my dears," smiled the Grand Duchess. "And how is the King?"
"Fine, my dear," replied the Grand Duke sitting down and helping himself to a tea biscuit. "He's rather pleased with himself at the moment. His horse won this morning."
"Oh, lovely."
"Yes. He plans on racing him again next week and we are invited to join him in his box."
"Splendid."
"Are we invited too, Pa-pa?" Schon asked.
"Yes, of course, the whole house," beamed the Grand Duke, then he fixed his eyes on Ken. "He is most keen to see you, Ken."
"H-he is?" Ken stammered looking worried.
Yohji chuckled.
"Apparently Omi caused quite a stir when he blew into Town with my letters."
Omi looked up at Yohji.
"What did you expect to happen? The King read your letter and demanded to know what you meant by 'I've found the Duke of Hidaka' when to the King's knowledge the Duke had never been missing," he said. "I had to explain."
"About me?" Ken asked.
"Yes," Omi answered.
"You see, Ken, you're unique. There's never been a Duke raised in his own house as a servant before," Yohji explained. "Not to anyone's knowledge anyway."
"Yes, there is a sense of romance about the whole thing," the Grand Duchess said wistfully. "I'm sure once your story gets around it'll inspire many a novelist."
"Oh! Plays and operas, my dear!" cried the Grand Duke. "We'll be inundated next season."
"Oh, yes. It would make a lovely opera."
Everyone at the table stared at the Grand Duke and Duchess as they seemed to be transported away in a romantic haze. Yohji cleared his throat, and his sisters and daughter giggled.
"Anyway, the King is keen to meet you and requests your presence at tea tomorrow," he said.
"Don't worry," Omi said reading Ken's expression. "I'll walk you through it this afternoon, so you'll be prepared."
Ken nodded.
"Pa-pa?"
"Yes, Asuka, love?"
"You said Cousin Ken was raised on a farm."
"Yes. His manor is run as a small farm."
"And you worked there as a servant?" Schon asked, her eyes wide.
"Yep," Ken answered.
"Was it too, too awful?" Hel asked holding her twin's hands.
"No," Ken said shaking his head. "It wasn't too bad."
"Was it...'mantic?" asked Tot.
"Ummm...not really. Mostly just a lot of work. I got to be outside a lot," Ken shrugged. "I didn't mind it too much really. Of course, I couldn't wait to be twenty-one so I could learn how to run it myself."
Yohji, Omi and Ran smiled. Everyone else stared.
"Good heavens, don't let that get around," said the Grand Duke. "It'll ruin the whole story."
The Grand Duchess tapped him with her fan and turned to Ken.
"Of course, Ken, we're glad for your sake that it wasn't horrible," she said.
"Yes, of course," agreed the Grand Duke. "But it does rather diminish the romance."
"Well, the story isn't over is it?" smiled the Grand Duchess brightly. "He's yet to fall in love."
Ken choked on his tea.
"Ah, yes, love. How could I forget?" agreed the Grand Duke.
Omi thumped Ken on the back. Yohji stared at his parents while Asuka and the Aunties began giggling again. Ran studied one of his shoes.
"Father, Ma-ma, please," Yohji sighed.
The Grand Duke and Duchess joined the girls in their giggling. Ken managed to stop coughing and peeked through his bangs at Ran. He didn't understand his own embarrassment or why his eyes strayed to the red-head, but he blushed and looked away when Ran peeked back at him.
The rest of the day passed much like the day before. Rather than visit the pleasure garden again after dinner they all went to a concert. Ken thought the music was beautiful but dull, and found it hard to remain awake. He was pleased however to be seated next to Ran, who would lean over and whisper the composer's name and title of each piece to him, as well as some facts about each. Obviously Ran enjoyed the music, and so Ken tried to pay attention and stay awake. He found that he wanted to like whatever Ran liked to please the red-head. Unfortunately, try as he might, he couldn't help but feel bored, and relieved when the concert ended. He was glad to return home to supper.
Omi worked with Ken the next day on how to behave in the King's presence, as he had the afternoon before. By luncheon he pronounced Ken ready, and off they all went in a carriage to the Court, except the little ladies who were forced to return to their studies.
Ken hadn't yet seen the palace and he wasn't sure what to expect. He was surprised when they headed out of the city, but realized that they had actually entered a large walled park. The road entered a small wood, went over a stone bridge, and emerged at one end of a long yard leading up to the largest house he'd ever seen. It stretched across the horizon like a high stone wall filled with glittering windows reflecting the sun.
The palace was three stories high and had a grand entrance at its center, and several other entrances along its front. It sat upon a landscaped terrace so there were sculptured shrubs to be viewed from the inside, obscuring the large gravel yard in front. All along the front were ranged guards in decorative uniforms, carrying guns and swords.
There were quite a number of carriages parked in the yard. Their footman and drivers lounging in the grassy shade of several trees along one side of the gravel yard. Since there were no horses in evidence, Ken assumed there must be a barn somewhere nearby.
Their carriage pulled up before the grand entrance and several servants emerged from within the palace. They arranged themselves on the steps and the drive creating a sort of corridor directly into the palace from the carriage.
Ken and the others filed out of the carriage and lined up according to rank as Omi had told him they would. This meant the Grand Duke and Duchess went first, then Ken followed by the Prince. He would outrank Yohji until the Prince inherited the title from his father. Ran followed by Omi brought up the rear. He was an Earl and therefore outranked by everyone except his gentleman. Omi wouldn't normally be allowed within the Court unless he was serving his master, but he was a witness to the events surrounding Ken's discovery and therefore had been invited to join them.
Ken felt very funny walking ahead of Yohji, Ran, and Omi. He understood that by the dictates of protocol he was higher on the social ladder, but in his own mind they were his superiors. He'd didn't think he'd better tell them though because he knew they'd only deny it, but he couldn't help how he felt.
They marched into the palace escorted by several of the servants. Ken pulled nervously at his sleeves. He had an outfit especially made for meeting the King. Even he could tell it was finer than his others. They were all dressed very finely, even Omi. Ken had a hard time keeping his eyes off Ran, who's outfit was of a soft light gray. It made his eyes seem even more purple.
They moved down the long white corridor. The walls were of white plaster with ornate pillars and moldings around all the doors leading off from it. The floor was white stone with blue carpets spaced along it. On the walls hung large mirrors with candlesticks placed before them. The light from the candles reflected off the mirrors causing the corridor to sparkle with light. It was dazzling and Ken tried not to stare.
At the end of the corridor they stopped before two large double doors flanked by two men holding long poles with spikes on the ends. One of them tapped the floor three times with the base of his pole. There was an answering tap from inside the doors. Everyone seemed to tense and straighten their already straight clothing. The Grand Duke and Duchess raised their chins and the doors slowly opened. Ken held his breath.
The room they entered was long with a high ceiling which had three domes. Massive marble pillars stretched to the ceiling, spaced out along the walls where long embroidered tapestries hung. The domes were glass and allowed in quite a bit of light so there were fewer candles needed to light the space during the day. They marched down the center of the room on a red carpet, along which were arranged benches and chairs in small groupings. As they approached the end of the room several of these were occupied.
Ken remembered Omi telling him that this was the heart of the royal court, the throne room. At the end of the room, up several steps, was the throne. The King sat there watching their progress. Omi had said the closer you were allowed to sit to the throne the higher your rank. Of course, it also was dependant on who was at court. It was off season, so not many people of rank were present which meant those that were got to sit closer.
Ken noted that most of them were wearing wigs of one sort or another, and wondered whether they had bad hair. He would have to ask about that later.
Although he tried not to stare at them he could feel them openly staring at him. The Grand Duke and Duchess smiled and nodded to everyone as they passed, but they didn't slow down. Soon they were approaching the end of the room. They stopped a short distance away.
Ken peeked between them at the King. The first thing he noticed was that there were two thrones placed together on the platform at the top of three steps. Then there appeared to be a third one set off to one side. The King sat in the throne on the left, the other two were empty. Although he appeared to be an older man he sat erect and looked down on them with sharp almost golden eyes. Ken was surprised to see that he wasn't wearing a crown on his graying hair, or a robe over his waistcoat. The only thing to distinguish him from the others in the room, other than his position in it, was a shiny piece of cloth hung diagonally across his chest and decorated with ribboned pins.
A servant at the King's side announced their names one at a time. As they were announced they stepped forward and bowed. The King watched silently. His face revealing nothing. Soon their little line was arranged in a semicircle before the throne. Servants appeared behind them and set down chairs.
"You may sit," said the King.
They all bowed again and sat, except Omi who took up his place behind Ran. This time Ken wouldn't say anything. They'd gone over this.
The King looked down on Ken with fascination and Ken looked up at him equally fascinated. After several minutes of appraising each other the King thumped the arm of his throne and laughed. Ken blinked.
"By Jove," he cried, "Hargrave was right! Absolutely no feeling for rank! Don't I intimidate you, my boy?"
Ken thought about it for a moment. He was nervous about not doing anything wrong, but he wasn't frightened.
"No, your Majesty," he answered, then as an after thought he said, "sorry."
The King laughed again and there was muttering from the people seated behind them. Ken glanced around to judge whether he'd done anything wrong. Everyone was smiling and Yohji winked at him, so he guessed he was okay so far. He faced the King again.
"You may not believe what I tell you, but I assure you its true. I've had an interest in you since you were born."
Ken blinked up at him, his eyes wide.
"My wife, the late Queen, God rest her soul, was your aunt. She was very dear to me, very dear, and her two younger sisters were dear to her. So too were they dear to me," said the King. "When their sons were born I took an interest. Prince Yohji was easy to keep an eye on, growing up here at Court. But you, young man. It was harder to keep an eye on you."
The King got up and began to pace.
"When your father died I agreed to allow you to remain in your mother's care. My wife was adamant about it. We hoped your mother would move here to be closer to her sisters, but she refused. She never liked the Court much, and felt your father's spirit would remain at the estate," the King shook his head. "When she asked to be remarried, against my better judgement I allowed it. She needed help running the estate, and thought it better to repay the man who would manage it with her rank and position than a stipend. Ha!"
The King resumed his seat and stared down at Ken again.
"The death of your mother following close on the heals of Prince Yohji's mother were serious blows to my wife. I was afraid for her. I wrote to your stepfather concerning you, and your maintenance."
Ken blinked in surprise.
"He wrote back saying that although physically fit, you were sick with grief and he was afraid to move you. This to me seemed fairly reasonable, so I did not pursue it. I am a busy man, and the dictates of the land pulled my mind in other directions, but the Queen grew concerned. She wrote your stepfather and requested regular letters from you, which she received for several years."
The King gestured to his servant who moved forward and held out to Ken a neat pile of papers stacked on a tray. Ken picked up the first one and read it. It was short and neatly written, but didn't say too much. He was surprised to note that the hand writing did seem to be his. Ken placed it back on the pile.
"Sir, is that your hand writing?" asked the King.
"It looks like it," Ken answered confused, then added, "your Majesty."
The servant returned to the King's side and put the tray down.
"Despite the regularity of the letters the Queen was still not satisfied and asked that I request your presence at Court," the King said. "When I wrote your stepfather I received the alarming news that you'd contracted a bad fever. Fearing the pox we sent a man to check on you. He allayed our fears about the pox and said your doctor expected a full recovery. Our man spoke several times with your stepfather and seemed satisfied with his handling of you. So, we waited for your recovery to have you brought to Court. Several months passed and we finally received word of you. Your health, your stepfather informed us, had been permanently effected by your illness. You were, he said, in a weakened state and it had been suggested to him that you be sent south to warmer climes. We were told you were now residing in a school for nobility in the warmer regions of the south, where your health as well as your education would be seen to. Not long after the Queen began receiving letters again."
The servant approached and held forth another tray of letters. Ken, blinking in surprise, picked up and read the first one. The hand writing was light and similar to his own, but infinitely neater. The letter told of a boys' school, roommates, classes, and other things Ken had never experienced. He shook his head and replaced the letter. His eyes darkening in confusion and anger.
"I take it that is not your hand writing," stated the King.
"No, sir, your Majesty," he answered.
"My wife went to her grave believing you safely tucked away in the south," he spat angrily. "As you can well imagine we were a bit surprised when young Master Omi came bursting in here with the news that you'd been located living on your own estate as a servant. Not three days before hand I'd received a letter from you saying you hoped to make it to Court this season."
There were gasps from Omi, Yohji, and Ran who rose and began pacing. The Grand Duchess began fanning herself and a servant rushed over to offer her a drink or smelling salts. Ken sat in stunned silence and stared up at the King.
"So far," he said, "we've found no actual proof that your stepfather intended you any harm, but to my mind it is awfully suspicious. I think, Sir, you were discovered in the nick of time."
Ken blinked. He hadn't known what to expect from his meeting with the King, but the revelations he'd heard were a complete surprise. He'd always known his stepfather hadn't been fond of him, but he'd never felt in any real danger from the man. Except for that last night. Had something changed? The way Ken saw it his stepfather could've easily killed him at anytime. He would've had to let all the staff go, but he could've easily hired more. Then Ken remembered his stepfather's words about getting the staff to lie for him. Maybe if they hadn't been interrupted...but Caroline wouldn't have put up with that. No, Ken just couldn't except it. He shook his head.
"So, now you are here," the King continued. "I do think you were too lenient with Sir Sneller, and if proof is found that he planned your demise I will have something to say. In the mean time my own son has gone south seeking the mysterious letter writer."
Ken nodded dumbly. He saw Ran resume his seat out of the corner of his eye, and Yohji leaned thoughtfully forward resting his chin in his hand.
"I think now is a good time for tea," the King announced.
There was an immediate flurry of activity. Small carts were wheeled in followed by trays containing all sorts of delights, and the tea. For each sitting area there was one cart and one servant. Indications were made as to which treats the person in question would like to try and they were placed on a little china plate which was handed over. When everyone was served eating, drinking, and conversation began.
Another chair was brought and the King joined Ken's group. As Omi had instructed this meant the King dictated the conversation. He began with the Grand Duchess.
"I expect your daughters are enjoying this fine weather," he remarked.
"Indeed, your Majesty. They take a long walk after breakfast and another in the afternoon," she replied.
"You do not let them out in the evening."
"No, your Majesty."
"Very wise. The air is very chill of an evening for young ladies. Do they ride yet?"
"Two of them ride. The third is due to start on a pony this summer."
"I remember my first pony. Bright as a button she was. And you, Sir, I told you my horse won, did I not?"
"Indeed you did, your Majesty," the Grand Duke smiled. "Very lucky."
"Luck, Sir? Skill! Why that's the best horse I ever bread and I shall prove it to you next week when you join me in my box."
"I can hardly wait, your Majesty."
"And you shall be there too, eh young Ken?"
"Yes, Sir, your Majesty," Ken nodded. "Thank you for inviting me."
"Have you ever seen a horse race before?"
"Not that I can remember."
"What have you seen since you arrived?"
"We've been to a pleasure garden, and a concert last night...your Majesty."
"Be sure and visit the theater and the opera while you are here."
"Yes, your Majesty."
"You look very fit, Sir," said the King addressing Yohji. "The road appears to agree with you. Did you find much sport?"
"Quite a bit, your Majesty. Once the weather improved. There's good shooting in the north," the Prince replied.
"Yes, I had rather good luck there three years ago. Brought home a brace of pheasants to the Queen. And your daughter, Sir, how is she?"
"Quite well, your Majesty. I left her in the care of the Grand Duke and Duchess."
"Very wise, Sir."
The King turned to Ran with an appraising eye. Ken got the distinct impression that there was some tension there, but also great affection and possibly admiration.
"And you, my Lord Ran, are looking distinctly improved from the last time I saw you. You're over the worst of it, I expect?"
"Yes, your Majesty, I believe I am," Ran answered quietly.
"It's a tough business, but I think you may have benefitted from the fact that we've all been through it," the King commented soberly. "Still, I am sorry, Sir, for your loss. But I am relieved to find you so recovered."
"Thank you, your Majesty. I doubt I would be as fit as you find me if not for the efforts of my cousin, and Omi. I shall be forever indebted to them."
"Well said, Sir. Very well said."
The King returned his attention to the Grand Duke and Duchess, but Ken glanced at Ran who was sipping his tea. Yohji was smiling at his plate, Omi was looking at the ceiling blinking rapidly. As Ken watched the Prince reached over and gripped his cousin's shoulder. After a few seconds he released it and sipped his tea.
Ken turned his attention back to the conversation the King was having with his Aunt and Uncle. The King, his uncle, he thought and shook his head. It all seemed unreal somehow. Suddenly Caroline's words about Court being a game where everyone was pretending came back to him. It did seem like a game. A silly game.
Thoughts of Caroline led to thoughts of his stepfather. Angry as he was with the man he was unwilling to believe that his life had been in danger, not without proof.
"How long do you plan to stay in Town, Sir?"
Ken jumped and blinked, shaking his head.
"Ummm...a-about a month, your Majesty."
"Well, you are off season, but that doesn't mean there aren't sights to be seen. There are weekly balls, lectures, discussions, sporting events, the theater, the opera, concerts. Any number of things to activate the mind and titillate the spirit. I hope you intend to expose yourself to as much culture as possible while you are here."
"Yes, I think so, your Majesty."
"Good."
The tea ended not long after and soon they were on their way. Since they were "dressed" the Grand Duke and Duchess decided to dine out, and take in an evening card party. The Prince and Ran agreed to dinner, but begged out of the party. Ken was relieved. Everything the King had said was spinning through his mind.
After dinner they left the Grand Duke and Duchess to their cards and took a rented carriage back to the house. As the sun set Ken found himself leaning against the railing of the veranda watching the sky. It wasn't as clear as at his home. There seemed to be a thin layer of smoke obscuring everything.
"What did you think of our King?" asked Ran's voice from close beside him.
Ken felt himself smile.
"He seemed nice. I remembered what Caroline said about etiquette and Courtly manners being a game. Today I could see it being played," he said.
"Did she say that? How perceptive she is."
"I know she looks plain, but she was the smartest person in the house. If there was ever a problem she had the solution," Ken smiled with memory, but felt a lump grow in his throat. "I miss her."
"I know."
They were silent for a moment. Ken was afraid to look at Ran. Every time he did something would spark between them causing the red-head to move away. Ken didn't want him to move away tonight. Tonight the young Duke needed his soothing presence.
"It seemed like the King really liked you, despite the game," Ken said at last.
"Did it?"
"To me it did."
"Yes, I think despite himself he likes me," Ran stated quietly. "I think he secretly admires non-conformists even as he seeks to make them conform."
Ken did look at him then. Ran was staring off across the lawn. The colors of the sunset reflecting in his eyes, and making his pale skin look orange and his hair like flame. He looked away quickly.
"What did he mean when he said you benefitted from their experiences?"
"He meant," Ran said then paused. He seemed to consider something. "He meant that I wasn't the only one to have lost their first love, and that because of that...because of that..."
"Yohji and Omi understood how you felt and how to help you?"
"Yes, and the King."
Ken looked out at the purple and pink sky.
"So, Richard was your first love?" he asked.
"Yes."
He felt Ran looking at him, but didn't want to scare him away by looking back.
"Does that bother you?" Ran asked.
"No."
"When Yohji brought me back to Court after Richard's death I was...not well. I behaved very badly. I don't even remember most of it, but Yohji...he took the blame. And the King let him. They understood me even when I didn't understand myself. That's what the King meant."
Ken nodded slowly.
"Asuka's mother, is that who Yohji lost?"
"Yes."
Although he felt that if he asked Ran would tell him, Ken wasn't sure it was right to ask him about Yohji. Perhaps one day he would ask the Prince himself. For now he wanted to change the topic.
"Do you think the Crown Prince will find anything at that school?"
"Yes, I expect he'll find someone who claims to be you."
Ken turned startled eyes on Ran and was met by his stoic face, but his eyes were filled with anger.
"You don't believe my stepfather really meant to do away with me, do you?" Ken asked in alarm.
"I think it's a highly likely possibility, yes."
"But...why?"
"Ken," Ran sighed, "I appreciate that you've been sheltered but you have to wake up to the fact that not everyone is what they seem. There are bad people."
Ken scowled darkly.
"I know that. I just can't believe that he wanted me dead. It doesn't make sense. Why not let me die when I was ten?"
"He didn't have the letter writer in place."
"Why not after that?"
"The servants."
"Let them go. Why not after that?"
"I don't know, Ken. Perhaps he didn't have a plan in place."
"You've forgotten something," Ken said in a low dangerous tone.
"What?" Ran demanded.
"Caroline."
Ran faced Ken. They frowned at each other.
"She never, never would've let anything happen to me," Ken said.
"You're right. But when I walked into that study that bastard looked ready to kill you."
Ken pouted and looked at his feet. He felt Ran's fingers cup his chin and lift it. He sunk into the red-head's deep gaze.
"Don't let yourself be blinded by your heart, Ken. You could so easily get hurt, and I would hate to see that."
Ran released his chin and moved away into the house. Ken was left shivering on the veranda with the memory of purple eyes and the tingling feeling of cool fingers on his skin.
Author's Note After: I felt like I needed to describe how they were spending their time. That always bothers me in books when things seem to happen with a lot of time in between events and you don't know what's happening then. Just a personal pet peev. The king, of course, is long winded as all kings are. I apologize. Sorry for the description craziness. I think this is the only time it happens. I'll keep my eyes open for it! I promise! Thanks for reading! Please, please, PLEASE R & R!
Mondtanz: Schwartz...hmmm...wellll, let's just say they're mentioned, sort of. Kase...welll...maybe. But I'm not too big on angst. There is some though but from another angle. I agree with you. MY Ran/Ken addiction will never be sated either. There needs to be more Ran/Ken authors! I'm glad you like the pace. Phew! Thanks for reading and reviewing again!
Akikaze-san: Ooo! I like that! And I look forward to everyone's reviews! Thank you! I'm glad you liked Schreient. I really couldn't help myself. It just seemed so right somehow. The meals and snacks is true. I studied. If you were wealthy that's how you ate. And then you got gout. But I won't do that to our boys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter too. Thanks for reading and reviewing again!
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Author's Note Before: O.O Sorry! I know this is a little later than usual, but my server was squakey! Ouite a bit of description in this chapter. Feel free to skip it. There are also a lot of conversations, so hopefully its not too bad. Actually, the conversation that this chapter opens with is my favorite one. It just makes me giggle. I hope you enjoy!
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Tell Him That it Wasn't Love
Chapter Ten
"Is he asleep?"
"Yes."
"He didn't get up with the sun."
"How could he with the curtains drawn?"
"Should we open them?"
"No."
"Grandma-ma said not to disturb him."
"Ma-ma is always right."
"Shhh! I think I saw him move!"
The four whispering voices fell silent. Ken cracked one eye open and peeked at them. Asuka and the Aunties were huddled together standing over him. Their white dresses the only things clearly visible in the darkened room. Ken tried not to smile. When he didn't move again they cautiously resumed their conversation.
"Why is he sleeping on the settee?"
"Maybe he doesn't like the bed."
"Maybe he fell asleep while changing."
"Maybe he's scared and needs a bunny."
"Tot, he doesn't need a bunny."
"Why not?"
"He's a man, silly."
"So? Da likes bunnies."
Silence descended momentarily while they all thought about that. Ken pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. He'd discovered that he liked children. Well, these children at least. He could remember being little, not very little, but definitely smaller. But he couldn't recall being around children. Well, there was that vague impression of Yohji trying to force feed him worms. Not the most pleasant of memories.
"Is he even breathing?"
"What if he's dead?"
"Don't be silly. Why would he die?"
"The pox."
"He doesn't have the pox."
"What if he does?"
"He doesn't."
"How do you know?"
"No bumps."
"I saw this man in Town and his whole face was all bumpy and Da said it was pox."
"When?"
"Thursday."
"You didn't go to Town Thursday."
"Uh-hunh."
"When?"
"Roooaaawwwrrrrr!!!"
"Aaaaghhh!!!"
The four little girls screamed as Ken roared and sat up suddenly. Then they all stared at each other and started laughing.
"You're mean, Cousin Ken!" cried Asuka giggling.
"You scared us," Hel and Schon laughed together.
"Even bunny was screamed," said Tot brandishing her toy.
They all jumped again as the door to Ken's room flew open and Ran charged in. He pulled himself to a halt and stared at them. Then scowled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I believe Nurse Strand has been looking for you for half an hour now," he said. "Aren't you supposed to be in the school room?"
The four little ladies sheepishly looked at their feet and nodded.
"Well, off with you."
Ken smiled at them in sympathy as they filed from the room. Ran continued to watch sternly as they exited then he turned to Ken.
"Morning," Ken said grinning.
"Morning, yourself. Its almost eleven," said Ran crossing the room to the window. He drew the curtains open and the room flooded with sunlight.
"Eleven?!" cried Ken shielding his eyes.
"Aa."
Ken climbed off the settee, noticing as he did that a blanket had been draped over him.
"I've never slept this late!"
"Don't worry," Ran said. "You were exhausted last night. You don't have any chores to do. Aunt and Uncle don't mind."
"I know. It just feels strange. Why do they stay up so late?"
Ran shrugged.
"I suppose because they can," he said.
Ken frowned. It seemed silly to him, and wasteful in some way.
"Wash up and get dressed. Luncheon will be served by the time you're done," Ran said heading for the door.
"Wait a minute, Ran. Who closed my curtains and covered me up?" Ken asked holding up the blanket.
Ken wasn't sure, but for a second he thought he saw Ran's mask slip, and a sheepish look flit through his eyes.
"I did," he said. "I checked to make sure you were comfortable, but you'd already fallen asleep. I was afraid to move you."
Ken smiled and tried to fight the pleased blush he could feel creeping across his cheeks.
"Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome. I'll see you at luncheon."
With that Ran left. Ken had the feeling of loss again, but he shook himself out of it and pulled off his night shirt. There was fresh water in the pitcher next to his wash basin, and a clean wash cloth and towel. He quickly washed up then dug around for some clothes. The outfits he'd worn the day before had been removed. Presumably by the servant who'd changed the water.
Ken found some things he thought looked okay for day wear, although he couldn't really see what the difference was, and put them on. As if on cue there was a knock on his door.
"Come in," Ken called.
Omi appeared smiling. However his smile became a frown as he looked Ken over. He shook his head.
"Nice try, Ken."
"Thanks," the Duke smiled removing the outfit he'd chosen so he could change into what Omi was laying out for him.
At luncheon Ken discovered that his Uncle and Yohji had gone to the palace to inform the King of his arrival. They were expected back for dinner.
Asuka and the Aunties invited Ken to bowl with them on the lawn, and then asked for permission out of their afternoon studies so they could. The Grand Duchess agreed, but cautioned them that it would be the last day of no lessons. She also said she expected to see marked improvement in their spelling and drawing. They pouted, but nodded their understanding.
Tea was once again served outside as the game was in full swing. All four of the girls against Ken seemed unfair so Omi was asked to play as well. Ran kept score and the Grand Duchess company while they watched.
The game had just ended and tea was being served when the Grand Duke and Yohji returned.
"Welcome home, my dears," smiled the Grand Duchess. "And how is the King?"
"Fine, my dear," replied the Grand Duke sitting down and helping himself to a tea biscuit. "He's rather pleased with himself at the moment. His horse won this morning."
"Oh, lovely."
"Yes. He plans on racing him again next week and we are invited to join him in his box."
"Splendid."
"Are we invited too, Pa-pa?" Schon asked.
"Yes, of course, the whole house," beamed the Grand Duke, then he fixed his eyes on Ken. "He is most keen to see you, Ken."
"H-he is?" Ken stammered looking worried.
Yohji chuckled.
"Apparently Omi caused quite a stir when he blew into Town with my letters."
Omi looked up at Yohji.
"What did you expect to happen? The King read your letter and demanded to know what you meant by 'I've found the Duke of Hidaka' when to the King's knowledge the Duke had never been missing," he said. "I had to explain."
"About me?" Ken asked.
"Yes," Omi answered.
"You see, Ken, you're unique. There's never been a Duke raised in his own house as a servant before," Yohji explained. "Not to anyone's knowledge anyway."
"Yes, there is a sense of romance about the whole thing," the Grand Duchess said wistfully. "I'm sure once your story gets around it'll inspire many a novelist."
"Oh! Plays and operas, my dear!" cried the Grand Duke. "We'll be inundated next season."
"Oh, yes. It would make a lovely opera."
Everyone at the table stared at the Grand Duke and Duchess as they seemed to be transported away in a romantic haze. Yohji cleared his throat, and his sisters and daughter giggled.
"Anyway, the King is keen to meet you and requests your presence at tea tomorrow," he said.
"Don't worry," Omi said reading Ken's expression. "I'll walk you through it this afternoon, so you'll be prepared."
Ken nodded.
"Pa-pa?"
"Yes, Asuka, love?"
"You said Cousin Ken was raised on a farm."
"Yes. His manor is run as a small farm."
"And you worked there as a servant?" Schon asked, her eyes wide.
"Yep," Ken answered.
"Was it too, too awful?" Hel asked holding her twin's hands.
"No," Ken said shaking his head. "It wasn't too bad."
"Was it...'mantic?" asked Tot.
"Ummm...not really. Mostly just a lot of work. I got to be outside a lot," Ken shrugged. "I didn't mind it too much really. Of course, I couldn't wait to be twenty-one so I could learn how to run it myself."
Yohji, Omi and Ran smiled. Everyone else stared.
"Good heavens, don't let that get around," said the Grand Duke. "It'll ruin the whole story."
The Grand Duchess tapped him with her fan and turned to Ken.
"Of course, Ken, we're glad for your sake that it wasn't horrible," she said.
"Yes, of course," agreed the Grand Duke. "But it does rather diminish the romance."
"Well, the story isn't over is it?" smiled the Grand Duchess brightly. "He's yet to fall in love."
Ken choked on his tea.
"Ah, yes, love. How could I forget?" agreed the Grand Duke.
Omi thumped Ken on the back. Yohji stared at his parents while Asuka and the Aunties began giggling again. Ran studied one of his shoes.
"Father, Ma-ma, please," Yohji sighed.
The Grand Duke and Duchess joined the girls in their giggling. Ken managed to stop coughing and peeked through his bangs at Ran. He didn't understand his own embarrassment or why his eyes strayed to the red-head, but he blushed and looked away when Ran peeked back at him.
The rest of the day passed much like the day before. Rather than visit the pleasure garden again after dinner they all went to a concert. Ken thought the music was beautiful but dull, and found it hard to remain awake. He was pleased however to be seated next to Ran, who would lean over and whisper the composer's name and title of each piece to him, as well as some facts about each. Obviously Ran enjoyed the music, and so Ken tried to pay attention and stay awake. He found that he wanted to like whatever Ran liked to please the red-head. Unfortunately, try as he might, he couldn't help but feel bored, and relieved when the concert ended. He was glad to return home to supper.
Omi worked with Ken the next day on how to behave in the King's presence, as he had the afternoon before. By luncheon he pronounced Ken ready, and off they all went in a carriage to the Court, except the little ladies who were forced to return to their studies.
Ken hadn't yet seen the palace and he wasn't sure what to expect. He was surprised when they headed out of the city, but realized that they had actually entered a large walled park. The road entered a small wood, went over a stone bridge, and emerged at one end of a long yard leading up to the largest house he'd ever seen. It stretched across the horizon like a high stone wall filled with glittering windows reflecting the sun.
The palace was three stories high and had a grand entrance at its center, and several other entrances along its front. It sat upon a landscaped terrace so there were sculptured shrubs to be viewed from the inside, obscuring the large gravel yard in front. All along the front were ranged guards in decorative uniforms, carrying guns and swords.
There were quite a number of carriages parked in the yard. Their footman and drivers lounging in the grassy shade of several trees along one side of the gravel yard. Since there were no horses in evidence, Ken assumed there must be a barn somewhere nearby.
Their carriage pulled up before the grand entrance and several servants emerged from within the palace. They arranged themselves on the steps and the drive creating a sort of corridor directly into the palace from the carriage.
Ken and the others filed out of the carriage and lined up according to rank as Omi had told him they would. This meant the Grand Duke and Duchess went first, then Ken followed by the Prince. He would outrank Yohji until the Prince inherited the title from his father. Ran followed by Omi brought up the rear. He was an Earl and therefore outranked by everyone except his gentleman. Omi wouldn't normally be allowed within the Court unless he was serving his master, but he was a witness to the events surrounding Ken's discovery and therefore had been invited to join them.
Ken felt very funny walking ahead of Yohji, Ran, and Omi. He understood that by the dictates of protocol he was higher on the social ladder, but in his own mind they were his superiors. He'd didn't think he'd better tell them though because he knew they'd only deny it, but he couldn't help how he felt.
They marched into the palace escorted by several of the servants. Ken pulled nervously at his sleeves. He had an outfit especially made for meeting the King. Even he could tell it was finer than his others. They were all dressed very finely, even Omi. Ken had a hard time keeping his eyes off Ran, who's outfit was of a soft light gray. It made his eyes seem even more purple.
They moved down the long white corridor. The walls were of white plaster with ornate pillars and moldings around all the doors leading off from it. The floor was white stone with blue carpets spaced along it. On the walls hung large mirrors with candlesticks placed before them. The light from the candles reflected off the mirrors causing the corridor to sparkle with light. It was dazzling and Ken tried not to stare.
At the end of the corridor they stopped before two large double doors flanked by two men holding long poles with spikes on the ends. One of them tapped the floor three times with the base of his pole. There was an answering tap from inside the doors. Everyone seemed to tense and straighten their already straight clothing. The Grand Duke and Duchess raised their chins and the doors slowly opened. Ken held his breath.
The room they entered was long with a high ceiling which had three domes. Massive marble pillars stretched to the ceiling, spaced out along the walls where long embroidered tapestries hung. The domes were glass and allowed in quite a bit of light so there were fewer candles needed to light the space during the day. They marched down the center of the room on a red carpet, along which were arranged benches and chairs in small groupings. As they approached the end of the room several of these were occupied.
Ken remembered Omi telling him that this was the heart of the royal court, the throne room. At the end of the room, up several steps, was the throne. The King sat there watching their progress. Omi had said the closer you were allowed to sit to the throne the higher your rank. Of course, it also was dependant on who was at court. It was off season, so not many people of rank were present which meant those that were got to sit closer.
Ken noted that most of them were wearing wigs of one sort or another, and wondered whether they had bad hair. He would have to ask about that later.
Although he tried not to stare at them he could feel them openly staring at him. The Grand Duke and Duchess smiled and nodded to everyone as they passed, but they didn't slow down. Soon they were approaching the end of the room. They stopped a short distance away.
Ken peeked between them at the King. The first thing he noticed was that there were two thrones placed together on the platform at the top of three steps. Then there appeared to be a third one set off to one side. The King sat in the throne on the left, the other two were empty. Although he appeared to be an older man he sat erect and looked down on them with sharp almost golden eyes. Ken was surprised to see that he wasn't wearing a crown on his graying hair, or a robe over his waistcoat. The only thing to distinguish him from the others in the room, other than his position in it, was a shiny piece of cloth hung diagonally across his chest and decorated with ribboned pins.
A servant at the King's side announced their names one at a time. As they were announced they stepped forward and bowed. The King watched silently. His face revealing nothing. Soon their little line was arranged in a semicircle before the throne. Servants appeared behind them and set down chairs.
"You may sit," said the King.
They all bowed again and sat, except Omi who took up his place behind Ran. This time Ken wouldn't say anything. They'd gone over this.
The King looked down on Ken with fascination and Ken looked up at him equally fascinated. After several minutes of appraising each other the King thumped the arm of his throne and laughed. Ken blinked.
"By Jove," he cried, "Hargrave was right! Absolutely no feeling for rank! Don't I intimidate you, my boy?"
Ken thought about it for a moment. He was nervous about not doing anything wrong, but he wasn't frightened.
"No, your Majesty," he answered, then as an after thought he said, "sorry."
The King laughed again and there was muttering from the people seated behind them. Ken glanced around to judge whether he'd done anything wrong. Everyone was smiling and Yohji winked at him, so he guessed he was okay so far. He faced the King again.
"You may not believe what I tell you, but I assure you its true. I've had an interest in you since you were born."
Ken blinked up at him, his eyes wide.
"My wife, the late Queen, God rest her soul, was your aunt. She was very dear to me, very dear, and her two younger sisters were dear to her. So too were they dear to me," said the King. "When their sons were born I took an interest. Prince Yohji was easy to keep an eye on, growing up here at Court. But you, young man. It was harder to keep an eye on you."
The King got up and began to pace.
"When your father died I agreed to allow you to remain in your mother's care. My wife was adamant about it. We hoped your mother would move here to be closer to her sisters, but she refused. She never liked the Court much, and felt your father's spirit would remain at the estate," the King shook his head. "When she asked to be remarried, against my better judgement I allowed it. She needed help running the estate, and thought it better to repay the man who would manage it with her rank and position than a stipend. Ha!"
The King resumed his seat and stared down at Ken again.
"The death of your mother following close on the heals of Prince Yohji's mother were serious blows to my wife. I was afraid for her. I wrote to your stepfather concerning you, and your maintenance."
Ken blinked in surprise.
"He wrote back saying that although physically fit, you were sick with grief and he was afraid to move you. This to me seemed fairly reasonable, so I did not pursue it. I am a busy man, and the dictates of the land pulled my mind in other directions, but the Queen grew concerned. She wrote your stepfather and requested regular letters from you, which she received for several years."
The King gestured to his servant who moved forward and held out to Ken a neat pile of papers stacked on a tray. Ken picked up the first one and read it. It was short and neatly written, but didn't say too much. He was surprised to note that the hand writing did seem to be his. Ken placed it back on the pile.
"Sir, is that your hand writing?" asked the King.
"It looks like it," Ken answered confused, then added, "your Majesty."
The servant returned to the King's side and put the tray down.
"Despite the regularity of the letters the Queen was still not satisfied and asked that I request your presence at Court," the King said. "When I wrote your stepfather I received the alarming news that you'd contracted a bad fever. Fearing the pox we sent a man to check on you. He allayed our fears about the pox and said your doctor expected a full recovery. Our man spoke several times with your stepfather and seemed satisfied with his handling of you. So, we waited for your recovery to have you brought to Court. Several months passed and we finally received word of you. Your health, your stepfather informed us, had been permanently effected by your illness. You were, he said, in a weakened state and it had been suggested to him that you be sent south to warmer climes. We were told you were now residing in a school for nobility in the warmer regions of the south, where your health as well as your education would be seen to. Not long after the Queen began receiving letters again."
The servant approached and held forth another tray of letters. Ken, blinking in surprise, picked up and read the first one. The hand writing was light and similar to his own, but infinitely neater. The letter told of a boys' school, roommates, classes, and other things Ken had never experienced. He shook his head and replaced the letter. His eyes darkening in confusion and anger.
"I take it that is not your hand writing," stated the King.
"No, sir, your Majesty," he answered.
"My wife went to her grave believing you safely tucked away in the south," he spat angrily. "As you can well imagine we were a bit surprised when young Master Omi came bursting in here with the news that you'd been located living on your own estate as a servant. Not three days before hand I'd received a letter from you saying you hoped to make it to Court this season."
There were gasps from Omi, Yohji, and Ran who rose and began pacing. The Grand Duchess began fanning herself and a servant rushed over to offer her a drink or smelling salts. Ken sat in stunned silence and stared up at the King.
"So far," he said, "we've found no actual proof that your stepfather intended you any harm, but to my mind it is awfully suspicious. I think, Sir, you were discovered in the nick of time."
Ken blinked. He hadn't known what to expect from his meeting with the King, but the revelations he'd heard were a complete surprise. He'd always known his stepfather hadn't been fond of him, but he'd never felt in any real danger from the man. Except for that last night. Had something changed? The way Ken saw it his stepfather could've easily killed him at anytime. He would've had to let all the staff go, but he could've easily hired more. Then Ken remembered his stepfather's words about getting the staff to lie for him. Maybe if they hadn't been interrupted...but Caroline wouldn't have put up with that. No, Ken just couldn't except it. He shook his head.
"So, now you are here," the King continued. "I do think you were too lenient with Sir Sneller, and if proof is found that he planned your demise I will have something to say. In the mean time my own son has gone south seeking the mysterious letter writer."
Ken nodded dumbly. He saw Ran resume his seat out of the corner of his eye, and Yohji leaned thoughtfully forward resting his chin in his hand.
"I think now is a good time for tea," the King announced.
There was an immediate flurry of activity. Small carts were wheeled in followed by trays containing all sorts of delights, and the tea. For each sitting area there was one cart and one servant. Indications were made as to which treats the person in question would like to try and they were placed on a little china plate which was handed over. When everyone was served eating, drinking, and conversation began.
Another chair was brought and the King joined Ken's group. As Omi had instructed this meant the King dictated the conversation. He began with the Grand Duchess.
"I expect your daughters are enjoying this fine weather," he remarked.
"Indeed, your Majesty. They take a long walk after breakfast and another in the afternoon," she replied.
"You do not let them out in the evening."
"No, your Majesty."
"Very wise. The air is very chill of an evening for young ladies. Do they ride yet?"
"Two of them ride. The third is due to start on a pony this summer."
"I remember my first pony. Bright as a button she was. And you, Sir, I told you my horse won, did I not?"
"Indeed you did, your Majesty," the Grand Duke smiled. "Very lucky."
"Luck, Sir? Skill! Why that's the best horse I ever bread and I shall prove it to you next week when you join me in my box."
"I can hardly wait, your Majesty."
"And you shall be there too, eh young Ken?"
"Yes, Sir, your Majesty," Ken nodded. "Thank you for inviting me."
"Have you ever seen a horse race before?"
"Not that I can remember."
"What have you seen since you arrived?"
"We've been to a pleasure garden, and a concert last night...your Majesty."
"Be sure and visit the theater and the opera while you are here."
"Yes, your Majesty."
"You look very fit, Sir," said the King addressing Yohji. "The road appears to agree with you. Did you find much sport?"
"Quite a bit, your Majesty. Once the weather improved. There's good shooting in the north," the Prince replied.
"Yes, I had rather good luck there three years ago. Brought home a brace of pheasants to the Queen. And your daughter, Sir, how is she?"
"Quite well, your Majesty. I left her in the care of the Grand Duke and Duchess."
"Very wise, Sir."
The King turned to Ran with an appraising eye. Ken got the distinct impression that there was some tension there, but also great affection and possibly admiration.
"And you, my Lord Ran, are looking distinctly improved from the last time I saw you. You're over the worst of it, I expect?"
"Yes, your Majesty, I believe I am," Ran answered quietly.
"It's a tough business, but I think you may have benefitted from the fact that we've all been through it," the King commented soberly. "Still, I am sorry, Sir, for your loss. But I am relieved to find you so recovered."
"Thank you, your Majesty. I doubt I would be as fit as you find me if not for the efforts of my cousin, and Omi. I shall be forever indebted to them."
"Well said, Sir. Very well said."
The King returned his attention to the Grand Duke and Duchess, but Ken glanced at Ran who was sipping his tea. Yohji was smiling at his plate, Omi was looking at the ceiling blinking rapidly. As Ken watched the Prince reached over and gripped his cousin's shoulder. After a few seconds he released it and sipped his tea.
Ken turned his attention back to the conversation the King was having with his Aunt and Uncle. The King, his uncle, he thought and shook his head. It all seemed unreal somehow. Suddenly Caroline's words about Court being a game where everyone was pretending came back to him. It did seem like a game. A silly game.
Thoughts of Caroline led to thoughts of his stepfather. Angry as he was with the man he was unwilling to believe that his life had been in danger, not without proof.
"How long do you plan to stay in Town, Sir?"
Ken jumped and blinked, shaking his head.
"Ummm...a-about a month, your Majesty."
"Well, you are off season, but that doesn't mean there aren't sights to be seen. There are weekly balls, lectures, discussions, sporting events, the theater, the opera, concerts. Any number of things to activate the mind and titillate the spirit. I hope you intend to expose yourself to as much culture as possible while you are here."
"Yes, I think so, your Majesty."
"Good."
The tea ended not long after and soon they were on their way. Since they were "dressed" the Grand Duke and Duchess decided to dine out, and take in an evening card party. The Prince and Ran agreed to dinner, but begged out of the party. Ken was relieved. Everything the King had said was spinning through his mind.
After dinner they left the Grand Duke and Duchess to their cards and took a rented carriage back to the house. As the sun set Ken found himself leaning against the railing of the veranda watching the sky. It wasn't as clear as at his home. There seemed to be a thin layer of smoke obscuring everything.
"What did you think of our King?" asked Ran's voice from close beside him.
Ken felt himself smile.
"He seemed nice. I remembered what Caroline said about etiquette and Courtly manners being a game. Today I could see it being played," he said.
"Did she say that? How perceptive she is."
"I know she looks plain, but she was the smartest person in the house. If there was ever a problem she had the solution," Ken smiled with memory, but felt a lump grow in his throat. "I miss her."
"I know."
They were silent for a moment. Ken was afraid to look at Ran. Every time he did something would spark between them causing the red-head to move away. Ken didn't want him to move away tonight. Tonight the young Duke needed his soothing presence.
"It seemed like the King really liked you, despite the game," Ken said at last.
"Did it?"
"To me it did."
"Yes, I think despite himself he likes me," Ran stated quietly. "I think he secretly admires non-conformists even as he seeks to make them conform."
Ken did look at him then. Ran was staring off across the lawn. The colors of the sunset reflecting in his eyes, and making his pale skin look orange and his hair like flame. He looked away quickly.
"What did he mean when he said you benefitted from their experiences?"
"He meant," Ran said then paused. He seemed to consider something. "He meant that I wasn't the only one to have lost their first love, and that because of that...because of that..."
"Yohji and Omi understood how you felt and how to help you?"
"Yes, and the King."
Ken looked out at the purple and pink sky.
"So, Richard was your first love?" he asked.
"Yes."
He felt Ran looking at him, but didn't want to scare him away by looking back.
"Does that bother you?" Ran asked.
"No."
"When Yohji brought me back to Court after Richard's death I was...not well. I behaved very badly. I don't even remember most of it, but Yohji...he took the blame. And the King let him. They understood me even when I didn't understand myself. That's what the King meant."
Ken nodded slowly.
"Asuka's mother, is that who Yohji lost?"
"Yes."
Although he felt that if he asked Ran would tell him, Ken wasn't sure it was right to ask him about Yohji. Perhaps one day he would ask the Prince himself. For now he wanted to change the topic.
"Do you think the Crown Prince will find anything at that school?"
"Yes, I expect he'll find someone who claims to be you."
Ken turned startled eyes on Ran and was met by his stoic face, but his eyes were filled with anger.
"You don't believe my stepfather really meant to do away with me, do you?" Ken asked in alarm.
"I think it's a highly likely possibility, yes."
"But...why?"
"Ken," Ran sighed, "I appreciate that you've been sheltered but you have to wake up to the fact that not everyone is what they seem. There are bad people."
Ken scowled darkly.
"I know that. I just can't believe that he wanted me dead. It doesn't make sense. Why not let me die when I was ten?"
"He didn't have the letter writer in place."
"Why not after that?"
"The servants."
"Let them go. Why not after that?"
"I don't know, Ken. Perhaps he didn't have a plan in place."
"You've forgotten something," Ken said in a low dangerous tone.
"What?" Ran demanded.
"Caroline."
Ran faced Ken. They frowned at each other.
"She never, never would've let anything happen to me," Ken said.
"You're right. But when I walked into that study that bastard looked ready to kill you."
Ken pouted and looked at his feet. He felt Ran's fingers cup his chin and lift it. He sunk into the red-head's deep gaze.
"Don't let yourself be blinded by your heart, Ken. You could so easily get hurt, and I would hate to see that."
Ran released his chin and moved away into the house. Ken was left shivering on the veranda with the memory of purple eyes and the tingling feeling of cool fingers on his skin.
Author's Note After: I felt like I needed to describe how they were spending their time. That always bothers me in books when things seem to happen with a lot of time in between events and you don't know what's happening then. Just a personal pet peev. The king, of course, is long winded as all kings are. I apologize. Sorry for the description craziness. I think this is the only time it happens. I'll keep my eyes open for it! I promise! Thanks for reading! Please, please, PLEASE R & R!
Mondtanz: Schwartz...hmmm...wellll, let's just say they're mentioned, sort of. Kase...welll...maybe. But I'm not too big on angst. There is some though but from another angle. I agree with you. MY Ran/Ken addiction will never be sated either. There needs to be more Ran/Ken authors! I'm glad you like the pace. Phew! Thanks for reading and reviewing again!
Akikaze-san: Ooo! I like that! And I look forward to everyone's reviews! Thank you! I'm glad you liked Schreient. I really couldn't help myself. It just seemed so right somehow. The meals and snacks is true. I studied. If you were wealthy that's how you ate. And then you got gout. But I won't do that to our boys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter too. Thanks for reading and reviewing again!
Marsupial: Yay! You're still reading. Glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope you liked this one too! Thanks for reading and reviewing again!
Sandy: Okay! I will, will, will! Thanks for reading and reviewing again!