"Your highness, your father requests an audience this morning." Guang-Hong certainly knows how to wake the prince from a deep slumber.

"What?" Yuri asks as the curtains are drawn and his still half-asleep figure is bathed in sunlight.

"His majesty requests an audience within the hour. I've brought you a tray, please hurry." Guang-Hong begins to bustle around the room with the help of a house maid, pulling out articles of clothing with a concerned furrow to his brow.

"Guang, you look nervous," Yuri notes, throwing the covers off his body and idlily spreading jam on his toast.

"I… I do believe that today is the day, your highness."

Yuri nearly chokes on his breakfast, "Already!?"

"Your engagement! I should specify. Your father indicated that you should be ready within the hour so as to not delay other proceedings." Guang-Hong cringes at the misinterpretation. Yuri gives a sigh of relief as he swallows his breakfast.

"Don't frighten me so." Yuri pushes away the tray and stands up. "I'll eat later, let us prepare for this meeting."

Guang-Hong looks hesitant to do so, but follows the prince's instruction. Some thirty minutes later Yuri finds himself approaching his father's study. Waiting for him is the Prince Consort, wearing a soft smile.

"Your highness, good morning. I think you're early."

"Am I?" Yuri asks, barely concealing his breathless elation at the thought.

"Yes, my son will be here momentarily."

"I was not aware he'd be joining us."

"Well, he did ask that you both sign the engagement contract together."

"That is… most gracious of him."

Aysel takes Yuri's hands in his. "I know much of this is a formality, but I do hope you are looking forward to your engagement."

Yuri finds himself nodding. "I am, your highness. Truly, the longer I have sat with the idea of this marriage the more I find myself anxiously anticipating the day."

"That's wonderful to hear. We are thrilled to welcome you to our family." The Prince Consort pulls Yuri into a hug.

Taken aback as he is, Yuri gently pats his future in-law's back, and he catches sight of a snickering Otabek over his shoulder.

"Mama, what are you doing?" Otabek schools his features as he approaches.

"Welcoming your fiancé to the family."

"I was unaware I signed such a document to make him my fiancé." He gives Aysel as petulant look.

"Oh darling, you and your technicalities." Aysel pinches his son's cheek.

Yuri bites back a chuckle at the scene; the imposing figure of the good lord and the coquettish snicker of the prince is such a strange image.

"At any rate, let us secure this agreement, shall we?" The Prince Consort knocks twice then enters the study without receiving an answer.

"Ah, Yura, Lord Otabek, it is good to see you both." King Yakov stands from his chair.

"Indeed, I hope you're ready to settle this matter." King Hakan turns towards the entourage.

"Have you considered my requests, father?" Otabek asks, clasping his hands behind his back. His expression is blank and demanding, unlike anything Yuri's ever seen. In this moment, Yuri thinks he looks quite a bit like his father.

"Yes, yes, we've made your adjustments." King Hakan waves him off.

"Yura." King Yakov waves his son over. When Yuri approaches his father moves a strand of hair behind Yuri's ear. "Read it over quickly and ask me if you have questions."

Yuri nods and quickly skims through the contract; it looks about how he suspected it might. The only stipulation that catches him off guard is a clause that states, 'should either party later come to opinion that this agreement is not acceptable or if his highness should reject a verbal proposal from his lordship, this contract will no longer be in effect'.

It's a strange passage that gives him pause, but Yuri does not bring attention to it. He signs the contract and feels his chest swell with something uncertain. Otabek comes up to the table and signs immediately under Yuri's name.

"Oh, congratulations you two." Aysel claps for the pair. "Now, I believe we have a wedding to plan!"

Invitations are sent out that very hour and the household is set into motion hurriedly preparing for the upcoming nuptials of the young prince. Yuri will never admit to thinking this, but he's looking forward to the wedding. At least, he believes he is…

Yuri is whisked into fittings for his wedding attire and the meetings about the décor of the church. Poor Guang-Hong is especially frazzled considering the prince skipped his first meal of the day.

It's a hectic afternoon, so when Yuri steals away into his private study as the day is ending, he is expecting to decompress with a bit of painting.

He's positively shocked to see his lordship sitting on the sofa, thumbing through a novel.

"Your grace," Yuri gasps softly.

"Your highness, I apologize for startling you."

"Not at all… I had just… I wasn't expecting the room to be occupied."

"I can go if you'd prefer."

"There's no need for that… although my attendant might disagree. I simply wanted to work on my art. Would you mind my company?" Yuri asks, twisting his fingers anxiously.

"No," Lord Otabek says, dropping his gaze as if to signify his acquiescence.

"Very well." Yuri attempts to hide the part of him that bristles with the thought of Otabek not wanting his presence.

He sets out a new canvas on his easel and rifles through his paints, hoping that a color will strike up his interest.

"Might I ask you something, your highness?"

"You may," Yuri responds, briefly glancing up from his paints.

"What do you do with them?"

"With what?"

"Your paintings, what do you do with them once they're complete?"

Yuri tries to think up a quippy response but is too slow to the punch. "Most of them I take off the stretchers and store the canvases in a closet. I've done a few pieces for the church and the school. If I'm particularly frustrated with a piece, I'll paint over it in primer and start over."

"You don't hang any of them?"

"Not in the palace."

"Why not?"

"Because who would want that?" Yuri chuckles. "I'm an amateur at best and my works don't belong next to portraits of the great leaders of our nation."

"I wouldn't call you an amateur," Otabek says softly.

He blushes at the compliment. "Anyhow… there are a few of my pieces hanging in the palace but they're in… Well, my brother has some of them in his room. My former tutor as well."

"Ah."

"Have you any hobbies such as these?" Yuri diverts the subject.

"Not really. I haven't had the time to indulge in such things."

"Oh…"

"My brothers and I enjoy sport when we get together," Otabek chuckles as he marks his place in his book. "We mostly play polo, though we also make up rules to new games to rile up our mother."

"As you should, it's the job of all children to infuriate their parents."

"I'm certain you'll regret saying so."

"One day, perhaps," Yuri chuckles. "Viktor and I used to play a game where we'd race to see who could make it to the gardens first without being spotted by the staff. One time he lowered me out of that window with nothing but two curtains tied together."

Otabek laughs at the image.

"I think he had wanted to try scaling the wall himself but had me to test it out first for safety."

"That sounds very much like an older sibling tactic." Otabek smirks.

"It was quite the scene." Yuri shakes his head.

"Do you miss him?"

"I don't want to."

"But you do?"

"I do." Yuri presses his lips together, "I presume you miss your siblings. You have seven of them, yes? How do you keep them all straight?"

Otabek chuckles, "I just came from seeing them all, I've gotten my fill of them for a while. As far as keeping them all straight… I'm not sure, they're my brothers, they're all different to me."

"My brother would sometimes forget my name when I was very young. And there was only ever me… One time he lost me in the market and was calling for me… by the wrong name."

"Oh dear."

"Papa was not pleased."

"I can imagine." Otabek nods.

An awkwardness falls upon their shoulders, and Yuri finally decides to paint a mountain range at the foot of the steppe lands. A bright blue sky and a cold looking field; the mountains are kissed with snow at the peaks. He wonders if the southern lands look anything like this.

His lordship seems to want to continue conversation, but Yuri hasn't anything further to add. Eventually Leo comes to inquire about the schedule for the morrow and he is left blissfully alone.

Guang-Hong collects him shortly after with a general plan for the next two months of his life. Apparently, the Prince Consort has insisted on a wedding at the height of summer. Yuri can't tell if he's relieved at the length of the engagement or sick at the thought of it. It is both too soon and not soon enough.

When morning comes, Yuri hastily gets through his breakfast before meeting Aysel for more wedding planning. The tailor is already awaiting him, and the Prince Consort seems to be running late. Guang-Hong speaks in hushed tones to the tailor as Yuri stares idly out of the window. He catches sight of his father and King Hakan entering the garden; by the looks of it, having quite the heated discussion.

"Apologies! Apologies!" Prince Aysel enters looking particularly flustered. "I got held up writing my letters. It seems that my other children will not be coming to the wedding, your highness, I'm so sorry to say it."

"It's quite alright." Yuri nods to him, a little relieved by the notion of less people being present for his nuptials.

The tailor gestures for Yuri to stand on the pedestal for his fitting.

"There's been some trouble at the western border it seems, so Hakan – my oldest son not my husband of course – and Nazim will be going to handle the dispute. Then of course Manhal just had his son and the little ones cannot travel on their own."

"I understand, I'm certain I'll meet them in due time," Yuri says, allowing the tailor to measure him. "I hope these border disputes are not so severe."

"Usually Otabek is the one to take our armies to handle such revolts. He's quite skilled in dealing with these issues swiftly. Having said that, I'm certain my other two boys will handle it just fine." Aysel picks up a few fabric swatches.

Yuri nods mutely, casting a concerned glance to Guang-Hong as the conversation seemingly continues without him.

"You have nothing to worry about with your new home, I will say. The northern provinces have been whipped into shape quite well by your betrothed. He gets it from his father, that sense of duty and his… how should I say this? Intimidating stature."

"Does he?" Yuri asks.

"I will tell you honestly that Hakan has a bite worse than his bark. You are not an enemy to fell nor are you an adversary for him to challenge. He may not be warm, but he will not be cruel to you."

"I see." Yuri fights to keep his voice even.

"And if he does toe the line of propriety, you just let me know. I'll wrangle him. In any case, I doubt that you will have any such trouble with our family as you did in your previous engagement. I can hardly believe the gall of the Leroy boy."

Yuri turns to the prince to see him holding up a few swatches of fabric.

"Silk for the vest and cravat… Brocade or Jacquard do you think for the coat?"

Yuri schools his features despite the reeling of his mind. "Which do you prefer? Fashion has never been my forte."

Aysel smiles at him. "I'll ensure you are impeccably dressed."

"I do not doubt it."

Yuri bites the inside of his cheek as the prince discusses patterns and colors with the tailor. He keeps his gaze low as his mind races through the images his highness has just elicited.

Of course, Yuri knows his lordship is something of a presence and he knows that Lord Otabek fought in the reclamation wars. Perhaps he was disillusioned in thinking that was a thing of the past. Astana is still in the midst of reconstruction after all; their lands are restored and now their people must fall in line.

It seems not all of them want to do so, however, and the realization that Yuri is, in fact, marrying a conqueror makes his stomach twist uncomfortably.

"Your highness, your next appointment is in ten minutes," Guang-Hong informs him.

"Indeed, it was a pleasure to spend the morning with you." Yuri approaches Aysel.

"I will see you at dinner, your highness. Don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything."

"I will, thank you." Yuri takes his leave and releases an emphatic breath.

"Are you well?" Guang-Hong asks.

"Of course, I am simply a bit overwhelmed." Yuri assures him.

"Might I help at all?"

"Not this time, Guang, thank you."

"If you're certain…"

The pair spend the day flitting in and out of meetings in regards to the wedding. Yuri stews in his thoughts of the kind of war Otabek might have waged. In his history lessons growing up, he had been fascinated by the idea of battle. His grandfather would tell him war stories and tales of defending the homeland, but he had also grown to see the darker side of it.

He's heard of the pillaging Astana's armies have done; the rumors of razing fields, murdering civilians, and plague sweeping through such conquered lands. The horror stories he's heard make his skin itch and he is, for the first time since meeting his lordship, frightened of him.

Sleep evades him that night. He's kept up with thoughts of crossing the border and finding a desolate land filled with thieves and rebels dissatisfied with his warlord of a husband. Would he blame them? Would he grow to be disgusted by his lordship's actions during the war? Will he be able to live with that?

Guang-Hong implores his highness to give himself a little grace and to take time out of his busy schedule to rest. Yuri agrees if for no other reason than to placate his attendant. Dressed and ready for the day, Yuri resolves to bury his worry and focus on the day ahead of him.

That valiant plan is quickly shattered when he enters the informal dining hall for breakfast and finds King Hakan sat at the head of the table. Seemingly waiting for him.

"Ah, your highness, please sit down, join me for a meal." King Hakan gives him a smile that feels haughty.

"Good morning, your majesty," Yuri greets evenly, returning the smile as best he's able. "I hope you've been well received during your time with us."

"Your father has been most accommodating." The king nods to the chair beside him.

Yuri takes the seat in question and neatly serves himself a small plate.

"The two of us have yet to speak to one another, funny that." King Hakan adjusts himself in his seat. "I have been looking forward to this, I feel we don't know anything about each other. And you are, of course, about to become my son."

"What would you like to know, your majesty?"

"I want to know what you think of this marriage."

"I am looking forward to our union."

"Are you?" He narrows his gaze, "I'm not a fool enough to think this match isn't a step down for you. After what your brother did, it is frankly a courtesy on my part that I considered this match at all."

Yuri chances a glance at the king and regrets it instantly. His eyes are hard, and his stance leans towards aggression as he speaks.

"What assurances do I have that you won't act in a similar fashion? How do I know you won't disregard my son and slight my family? Especially after how that Leroy boy acted, how am I to be assured that you are not spiteful of him? Or of my son?"

"Your son is not Lord Leroy. He has been nothing but gracious to me. I would not betray that show of good faith."

"And I am to take you at your word?"

"I have little else to give."

"My son will be giving this kingdom heirs, I should hope you have more to offer than something as flimsy as words."

"What might I do to prove I am a man of my word?" Yuri asks, his voice small and obedient. Two things that Yuri isn't certain he's ever been.

"Ensure this wedding is as perfect an event as possible. It is your kingdom that is hosting the affair and I will not tolerate any slights against my family or my nation." Yuri nods as the king continues, "You will adhere to our customs, and you will live according to our standards. If you step so much as a toe out of line, I will not hesitate to have you chained and locked away in the highest tower of my fortress like a damsel in a fairy story. I will take your children from your arms, and I will raise them myself so that they learn to despise you."

Yuri swallows thickly at that image.

"I expect we will have no such issues and I hope you are comforted that I am not threatening to kill you outright. That in and of itself is a blessing. Because if I wanted to," King Hakan slams a hand on the table, startling the prince into looking up at him. The king has risen from his seat and towers over him, "I could have your beaten and bloodied corpse strung up in the city square for my citizens to mock. But that is not the fate I promise you. Follow my rules and we will have no such trouble. Is that clear?"

"Yes, your majesty."

"Good, I'm glad we had this conversation." The king puts a hand on Yuri's cheek. Yuri schools his features to be cool and collected as he faces that haunting grin. "You are a pretty little thing for my son to ravage, perhaps even prettier than the whores he frequented at the height of the war. What a blessing for you that your blood and name are strong enough to maintain this alliance for your kingdom. I should hope that continues to be the case."

Yuri says nothing as the king exits; he feels a little sick and more than a little frightened. His cups his face and pats his cheeks as if to rouse himself from a nightmare. The action only serves to color his cheeks and make his shaking breath even more uneasy.

"Your highness, you've-… highness?" Guang-Hong enters the hall cautiously.

"Guang, I've decided to take you up on your offer of rest. I hope you might accompany me to the village."

"Uh… your highness, are you well?"

Yuri swallows a nervous laugh, "I didn't sleep particularly well and I'm hoping the fresh air will do me some good. I expect you've something to do in town, yes?"

"Well I… Mr. Igelsia did ask if I might show him to the postmaster again."

"Perfect, I will gather my own letters." Yuri brushes by him.

"Your highness?"

"Yes?"

"I hope you might tell me what is troubling you."

"Some other time, Guang. Thank you for your concern."

Yuri soon finds himself on the road to the village as Leo and Guang-Hong walk just a few paces ahead. The pair of them give each other shy glances and trade nervous laughs. Yuri envies them greatly. He wishes that the only obstacle in his way was that damned 'professionalism' Guang-Hong always references. Instead, his life is threatened, the future of his marriage and the lives of his children are at stake. His mind reels with the images that King Hakan has forced on him; being locked away for the rest of his days, his children taken from him, a desecrated corpse… it's all so horrible and it feels so daunting.

The worst part of it all is that he hasn't a solid idea of how to avoid such a fate. The wedding must be perfect, and he must follow rules that he does not know nor understand. How is he to have assurances that King Hakan won't simply lock him away the second their marriage is solidified?

In the village Yuri lingers everywhere they go, from the market to the schoolhouse. He tries to cement the memories of this place in his mind. His home. This place is his home. How is he expected to view Astana as anything but a friendly captor now?

Otabek has been granted an estate but who knows the level of disrepair it might be in from the war. And the war continues in the west, what if his lordship is sent there to never return? What if Yuri is left alone to fend for himself in a wasteland?

The trio return to the palace and Yuri picks up where he left off with wedding planning. His mind is put at ease with the mundane tasks assigned to him. The Prince Consort stops by to see him briefly and Yuri has half a mind to mention the vivid threats launched at him by the king. He refrains out of fear of repercussions, however, and merely makes small talk until he is left once more.

"Your highness?" He hears as the day draws to a close. The study is dimly lit, his back is to the door as he writes in his journal.

"I'll be out in a minute, Guang," Yuri answers.

"I'm sorry, your highness, I'm not your attendant."

Yuri whips around to see his lordship standing in the doorframe. "My apologies, your grace, please do come in."

"I haven't my attendant either. I'll be brief, however; I promise nothing untoward." Otabek wears a soft smile as he enters.

"I did not assume you would be." Yuri gives a breathy laugh.

"Thank you for believing in my gentlemanly behavior."

Yuri nods silently.

"My mother would like to schedule a time for us to tour the gardens; we've mentioned it a few times but we have yet to establish a time."

"Of course, perhaps sometime at the end of next week?"

"Certainly…" Otabek hovers for a moment. "Might I say that you look unsettled, your highness? I hope you are well."

"I am indeed."

"And if you were not?"

"I'd simply lie."

"Are you lying now?"

Yuri hesitates.

"I see… Well, I should like to remind you that I will always be willing to lend an ear."

The prince twists his fingers up into knots behind his back before speaking again. "Might I ask you something, your grace?"

"Of course."

"What was the war like?"

The question gives Otabek pause. "Why do you ask?"

"Idle curiosity." Yuri shrugs half-heartedly.

"That's not an idle question."

"No… I suppose it isn't."

"War is never a pretty thing, your highness."

"I know that; I had just wondered what it was like for you."

"You mean, what might you encounter when you arrive in my homeland?"

"I was under the impression that the war is over."

"It is," Otabek says sharply.

Yuri cowards back the slightest bit. "You needn't answer if the notion makes you uncomfortable, sir. I had… merely been curious. I meant no offense."

Otabek looks at him for a long while, his eyes calculating. Yuri feels duly ashamed as he puts up his notebook.

"It was a difficult time to be sure. Those days were… well, each day brought new challenges. Some were quiet and idle, others were harrowing," his lordship answers, his voice strained as Yuri turns to look at him.

"You-"

"I spent much of those three years oscillating between fierce loyalty to my people and resentment for the dregs of humanity I found myself in and among."

Yuri says nothing in response to that.

"There's no such thing as a perfect soldier… I cannot claim to be such. I hope that such tales never reach your ears."

"That does not inspire confidence." Yuri whispers.

"Your highness-"

"When we first met you asked if I was frightened of you… Do you believe that I should be?" His lordship does not respond; he seems to find particular interest in his shoes. "I am not so weak willed or easily offended, your grace. I would prefer your candor over shielding me from the difficulties of the world."

"I don't think you are weak in any sense of the word. I merely… do not wish to speak on some of the details of it."

"I understand."

"It's not my intention to keep my experience from you, I would be just as avoidant speaking on the topic with anyone."

"Did you kill people?" Yuri asks directly.

"Yes."

"Brutally?"

"Killing is always brutal." Otabek seems to flinch with the answer.

"Is what… is what they say true? About the violence with which cities were overtaken?"

"Yes."

"And you… headed such attacks?"

His lordship does not answer.

"Would you say that the devastation is nearly unrecognizable now?"

"The scars of war do not heal so swiftly as that." Otabek shakes his head slowly.

"How do the people of your lands feel about the reclamation of the nation?" Now it is the prince's turn to be calculating as he inches closer to his lordship.

"As far as I understand it. They are grateful to have the nation whole again."

"And those conquered people?"

"They are… wary of us, the regime that led them for the last fifty years was unkind at best."

"What sort of leader do you hope to be?"

His lordship makes a sound between a scoff and a sigh. "How do you mean? I'm not going to inherit the land."

"You are the lord of the north; you will be their leader."

Otabek shakes his head. "I… all I want is for them to be safe… to be at peace after so long."

Yuri approaches and takes his lordship's hands in his. "Then I will aid you to the best of my ability. I know not a world at war and for that I am grateful; but I do strive to give what I can to the people I serve. I think it's my right as your future husband to know and understand what we might face together so that I might better support your goals."

Yuri raises their hands to his lips; the sharp intake of breath from his lordship gives him pause before he glances up.

"I hope you will allow me to help you, your grace. Our duty is to our people but also to each other. Do you… do you understand?"

"I-I do." His lordship nods, and the blush on his cheeks alleviates some of Yuri's worry. He tries to remember that Otabek has done nothing to make him fear or worry about their union. The words of King Hakan still hang in his mind but that is an issue for another time.

Yuri attempts to take his leave, but Otabek tightens his hold on his hands.

"Your grace-"

"Do you see me differently now?"

"How do you mean?"

There's a hint of fear in Lord Otabek's eyes as he grips Yuri's hands, his voice is small as he reiterates. "Do you fear me now?"

"No… no of course not." Yuri answers in an equally hushed tone.

"Even though I am… evasive and-"

"Kind." Yuri interrupts without a thought to the words coming from his lips. "You have been nothing but kind and generous and… I am grateful to you for your compassion. I hope to extend the same courtesy to you."

"You can't believe such charitable things about me."

"I can and I do. I'm not one to offer empty compliments… You have been good to me, my lord. I hope to honor that good faith in return."

Yuri leans up and places a kiss on Otabek's forehead. His lordship looks taken aback by the gesture.

"Please don't think so little of yourself. If you do that… you may very well find yourself thinking little of me for being fond of you."

"I could never-"

"Then we are agreed on the matter."

Yuri takes a step back, bows to his lordship and exits the study, fear still lodged in his throat as he goes. He fears he's said too much, that he's spoken too candidly and barely escaped with any semblance of his pride intact.

When he reaches his room, he finds his attendant organizing the prince's attire for the next day.

"Ah, good, I was about to retrieve you for the night." Guang-Hong looks at him with a gentle smile.

"Might it be too soon to ask you to make my excuses for tomorrow?" Yuri asks feebly.

"Are you unwell, highness?" The attendant's face drops as he approaches his charge.

"I-... I have… I am simply… I'm frightened, Guang." Yuri admits.

"Frightened? Of what? What has happened?"

"His majesty and I had… an enlightening conversation this morning."

"King Hakan spoke with you? Alone?"

"He did… He said… He told me some disturbing things." Yuri sinks onto the bed, a hand cradling his neck as the image of his corpse being strung up in a square crosses his mind.

"He threatened you!?"

"Something like that…"

"What did he say? Your father must be made aware-"

"No, he mustn't!" Yuri looks at his attendant with wide, terrified eyes. "Not from anyone but myself."

"Then you must request an audience with him at once."

"Must I?"

"Indeed." Guang-Hong looks at his charge warily, "Did he… what were the nature of these threats?"

Yuri does not answer; his gaze is low and he begins to hold his torso tightly.

"Your highness, you must tell your father as soon as possible."

"And what will he do?"

"Your father is a powerful man, he can and will protect you at all costs. You must believe that."

Yuri does believe that, but he would be a fool to believe that King Hakan is anything less than a force of nature. It would be ridiculous of him to believe that his father would march into Astana to save him from captivity if that is the fate that befalls him. An even more harrowing thought filters through his mind then; even if his father tries to pursue such a thing, King Hakan's army is stronger.

"Your highness?" Yuri looks up to his attendant, "Shall I inquire about a meeting time for you with your father?"

The prince shakes his head, "That will be unnecessary, Guang. I will find the time in the next few days… Thank you."

"Please promise me you will not ignore this."

"I will." Yuri's voice is hardly a whisper as he agrees. He isn't certain he should speak on the subject any further. He wonders if he should simply bury the fear and hope for the best.

The next morning, he appears at breakfast just to prove to himself and King Hakan that he will not be intimidated. The king does seem to notice this, though his father and Lord Otabek are also, thankfully, present.

It takes a few days before Yuri finds himself alone with his father, by then he has nearly convinced himself not to speak on the issue at all. He has settled his fear enough to focus on the preparation for the wedding and he would be remiss to fall back into that paralyzing sense of dread.

His father, however, mentions the incident as they settle into a rhythm of organizing the schedule for welcoming guests to the palace.

"How was your meeting?" King Yakov asks conversationally.

"My meeting?" Yuri tosses back the question.

"With King Hakan. I spoke with Lord Otabek and I assume King Hakan sat down with you."

"Ah… he did." Yuri nods.

"And?"

"And what?"

"What did he say?"

Yuri bites his lip in thought. "He told me that… he expects me to fall in line with their customs and way of life."

King Yakov narrows his gaze at his son. "You're frightened of him."

"It was an uncomfortable conversation."

"How so?"

"He's to be my father-in-law, is that not reason enough?"

"Not for you it isn't." King Yakov settles back in his chair.

"The king is a warlord, Papa; the way he spoke of the situation in Astana did not inspire confidence."

"I see."

"I think I am within my rights to be nervous about this union."

"Did I say otherwise?"

"You certainly implied it," Yuri bites back.

King Yakov pinches the bridge of his nose. "You must temper your emotions; you are about to be a married man representing our nation abroad. That is an important position that we cannot afford to do half-ways."

"I understand." Yuri nods.

"I hope you do."

Yuri takes in a breath, "How do you feel about the agreement? Are you confident in this choice?"

The king looks pensively at his son. "Given the circumstances, I think you are as well off as we could have hoped for. I think your future husband is a good, strong man. I believe that you will lead a productive, comfortable life."

"But?"

"It is not the life I imagined for you and for that I am sorry."

"I mourned that dream long ago, Papa."

"Still, the next time I see that ridiculous brother of yours I'll bash his head in."

"Might we speak candidly for a moment?"

"I believe we have been."

"I think Mr. Katsuki will make for a good Prince Consort, but I'm not certain I'll ever forgive him for this transgression."

"Nor should you have to… I cannot help but agree." King Yakov closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"Do you think they'll come back?"

"I think they do not have another choice."

Yuri pensively returns to their ledgers, "I miss them."

"I cannot apologize enough for their disregard of you, Yurachka. It is a most unfortunate situation."

King Yakov reaches over and kisses the top of his son's head, and Yuri longs for the days when he had his brother close by. Viktor was never a particularly thoughtful brother, but he was a constant comforting presence. He was clumsy in his consolations but there was always a part of Yuri that could sense his honesty through it.

What he wouldn't give for that warmth now.

In all the chaos of the wedding planning, Yuri very nearly forgets about his intention to tour the palace grounds with the Crown Prince. Guang-Hong is his only saving grace as he rushes from the church in town back to the palace.

It is fortunate that Prince Aysel is idly finishing a cup of tea with his son when Yuri rushes in.

"Good afternoon, your highness, I hope I didn't keep you long." Yuri swallows a heavy breath.

"Oh no, we were just enjoying the good weather," Aysel says gently.

"Ah, wonderful." Yuri looks to Lord Otabek and feels his face fill with heat. He has not spoken to his lordship since their conversation about the war. Of all the things Yuri had planned on for the day, an impromptu confrontation was not on that list.

"Would you like to take a moment to breathe, dear?" Aysel asks.

"If my schedule allowed for a breath that would be something," Yuri teases. "I too am enjoying the fine weather; I think it would be prudent of us to see the gardens now."

"Are you certain?" His lordship asks.

Yuri looks at him and feels an ache in his chest when their eyes meet. "I am."

"Then let us be off." Aysel stands, gesturing for his lordship to offer Yuri his arm.

Yuri accepts and begins to guide them around the grounds; he explains each variation of flower he can remember and notes his personal favorites as they go. The Prince Consort makes light conversation while his lordship remains quiet by his side. Yuri would be insane to admit that he likes the proximity of Otabek at his side considering their last interaction… and yet, here he is.

The group approach the private lake at the edge of the property; Yuri explains that during the winter months it freezes over entirely in a most beautiful way. Aysel tells him that the lake seems so peaceful that he would like to sit by the waters and read if he's able. Yuri agrees to such an arrangement but indicates that he must return to the palace.

Aysel insists that Otabek escort him back to the palace, and Yuri tries not to blush at the thought. Otabek quietly agrees, saying not a word as he and Yuri make the trek back up to the palace.

"How have you been, my lord?" Yuri chances the question. "We've not spoken for some time."

"We… have not. I am well, thank you. And you?"

"I am keeping busy, which I daresay is a good thing."

"Have you been in need of… distraction?"

"Hm?" Yuri asks, genuinely concerned by the question.

"I mean only to say that you seemed somewhat distressed when we last spoke… I hope you have not been avoiding me."

"Nothing of the sort."

Otabek gives a simple dip of the head in response.

"My father said he spoke with you. Was your conversation productive?"

"Indeed, he set out expectations for me about when and how often to return you to him," Otabek jests.

"Did he?"

"He wants to see you no less than once a year. It happens to be one of the stipulations in our eventual marriage contract."

"I was unaware of that."

"Your father seems to be fond of you."

"Some days anyway," Yuri snickers. "I'm nothing but trouble more often than not and quite difficult to love."

"I have heard no such accusation," Otabek says, narrowing his gaze at him quizzically.

"Ah, yes… well it's something I've come to realize about myself over the years."

"How so?"

Yuri remembers meeting JJ and tries not to roll his eyes. "I think it's the strong personality."

"That's hardly a reason to dislike someone."

"You'd have to ask those who have waged such accusations against me then. I don't know a satisfactory reason it seems. Although your-" Yuri chokes back the statement he was about to make.

"My what?"

"It is of no consequence."

"Then you must tell me."

Yuri gives a soft breath, "Your father does not seem all too fond of me."

Otabek's gaze hardens, "You spoke to my father?"

"I did… briefly."

"What did he say?"

"He… merely wants to make sure I fall in line. You mentioned that he has a particular way about him."

"Was he cruel to you?"

"No." Yuri shakes his head, not outwardly anyhow.

"My father is… a man who has this tendency to… how does my mother put it? To a man with a hammer every problem looks like a nail, I believe is the saying. And he wields a very big hammer at some very big problems. Unfortunately, he uses that tool for the wrong job quite often."

Yuri gives an awkward, breathy chuckle.

"I'm sorry on his behalf."

"Thank you." Yuri nods to him.

"Your gardens are quite remarkable." Otabek shifts the conversation abruptly.

"I spent a fair amount of time here as a boy, my grandfather and I used to play in the bushes. Much to the chagrin of my father." Yuri chuckles as they re-enter the main courtyard. Yuri looks up to see Guang-Hong leaned against the banister of the veranda overlooking the gardens. Mr. Iglesia stands beside him with a wide smile and a gaze that Yuri would absolutely call smitten.

"Your highness?"

"Aren't the pair of them sweet?" Yuri asks his lordship, indicating the pair of servants.

"You think they're an item?" Otabek asks skeptically.

"I think they're in the throes of denial." Yuri laughs.

"What makes you say that?" His lordship leans in with a smirk.

"Because they have this tendency to find one another in the oddest of places," Yuri explains. "They get a softness in their eyes and when they depart there's a tinge of pink to their cheeks. Mr. Iglesia always seems to stumble over his words when he's in Guang's presence."

"You're quite observant."

"What can I say? Perhaps in my heart of hearts, I am a romantic." Yuri turns to look up at his lordship. There's a moment where the prince wonders if his lordship will kiss him; they're sharing a similar shy smile and their bodies are closer than they've ever been.

"Are you now? What a revelation." Lord Otabek teases lightly.

"I think it's my right to keep you on your toes."

"Indeed it is."

Yuri finds his gaze drawn to Otabek's lips, and he seems to witness the next scene slower than it happens. Lord Otabek leans in impossibly close, their breath mixing together in the space between them. Yuri closes his eyes in anticipation and then he feels the feather light touch of Otabek's lips against his cheek.

The prince will absolutely deny the feeling of disappointment that settles in his gut when his lordship pulls back.

"That was… improper."

Yuri keeps his gaze low, "So you say."

"Your highness! Your lordship!" Guang-Hong and Mr. Iglesia finally approach. "Your fathers are looking for you. Separately of course."

Yuri removes himself from Lord Otabek's side. "I will see you soon, my lord."

"Your highness." He nods without meeting his gaze.

As they walk away, Guang-Hong nudges Yuri's shoulder. "So-"

"Don't start with me," Yuri teases. "I saw you and your longing gazes just as much as I'm sure you saw mine."

"I-I… I don't know what you're talking about!" Guang-Hong blushes fiercely.

"Certainly not."

"And you should have stars in your eyes, highness. He's to be your husband."

"Naturally."

"I am happy for you."

Yuri says nothing more on the matter as he hurries off to his father's study; the blushing fades by the time he arrives. Part of him feels embarrassed for hoping his lordship would kiss him, but they are engaged so shouldn't he indulge in at least a little intimacy? Is kissing even intimacy?

Good lord, Yuri is struck with the horrific realization of just how little experience he has with romance. And he's about to enter the most intimate relationship two people can share.

That's a worry for another time, he decides; for now he'll focus on the logistics of the wedding and hope for the best.

Time seems to pass him much faster than he is used to after that. Every day is consumed with planning wedding related events and his father keeps him occupied from morning until night. He and Otabek only have brief interactions in the corridors or in the breakfast hall. It isn't until Yuri is standing at the entrance of the palace awaiting the arrival of King Christophe and Prince Phichit that he realizes this.

"Guang, might I ask if you know where my fiancé is?" Yuri speaks as he comes to the realization.

"I believe he has a fitting for his wedding attire, your highness."

"Ah…" Yuri spots the ornate carriage pulling into the courtyard.

"Should I inquire about him?"

"Hm? Oh no need, I was merely curious." Yuri shakes his head as he steps out of the palace to greet his guests.

"Yura! It's so good to see you!" Phichit practically flies out of the cart to hug the younger prince.

Yuri nearly collapses trying to keep the man upright. "Damn, Phichit, it's been three months since we last spoke, not a lifetime."

"What's the difference? Honeymooning has been like being transported to another world," Chris chuckles as he stands behind his husband.

"You'll know all about that soon," Phichit teases.

With a blush Yuri bows to the pair. "Welcome, we were surprised to see you arrive so early."

"An extra week doesn't seem to be an obscene amount. Anyhow, we wouldn't miss your wedding for the world." Phichit seems to say that last bit with an edge of unspoken resentment.

"I appreciate you coming." Yuri nods, leading them into the foyer.

"Well, someone has to ensure your fiancé is suitable after the last brute that almost took your hand. Metaphorically and physically." Chris rolls his eyes at the memory.

"You will not speak of that twat to his lordship," Yuri says pointedly.

"Yura, he does know you were previously spoken for, does he not?" Phichit asks.

"I am not certain if he does or not. Regardless, Lord Leroy is a scoundrel and I have no reason to mention his existence let alone our ill-fated relations." Yuri shivers at the memory.

"Forgive me, but I cannot see you hiding such information from your fiancé ending well." Phichit grimaces at the thought.

"I'm certain he knows but I have no reason to detail my humiliation."

"Oh Yura." Chris sighs sympathetically.

"Tea? Or perhaps you'd like to retire for a rest from the road." Yuri changes the subject.

"Tea would be excellent, I simply must hear everything about your new beau!" Phichit claps excitedly.

"I have heard nothing but my good husband's anticipation on the matter since we awoke this morning. Well after our indulgences anyway," Chris teases, kissing said husband once he's finished his statement.

"You two are so tawdry." Yuri fakes a gag as they take a seat in the parlor.

"And you will be as well. Quite soon, in fact," Chris muses.

"Ugh." Yuri groans.

"So, what is this Lord Otabek like? What have we learned about the southern empire?" Phichit scoots in closer.

"He is… God, I'm not sure where to start…" Yuri bites his lip in thought, "He's kind… he is. His father is rather imposing but the man himself is… confounding I think."

"Confounding?" Phichit asks.

Yuri looks thoughtfully at his hands. "Might I ask… I know you were young when you got engaged… but what were your feelings on the matter? In the beginning?"

Phichit looks taken aback by the question while Chris does not hesitate to answer.

"I was worried. Before we met, I knew my husband was some young man from a faraway kingdom that my father wanted a better trade deal with. I worried that we would not like each other, let alone care for one another. I got lucky, I know that now, but I was upset at the thought of being sold off like cattle."

Yuri nods at the answer, "And when you met?"

Chris kisses his husband's hand, "I knew I had no further reason to fear."

"I'm not certain I have that luxury," Yuri responds.

"Yura, sweetheart, you will make an abundant life for yourself. That has always been your way of it. You are nothing if not persistent, you will make space for yourself in your new home and you will find comfort there," Phichit assures him.

"I hope your confidence is not misplaced," Yuri admits.

"You will always have us," Phichit promises.

The prince is not about to admit the sense of excitement in his gut that grows as the date of the wedding looms ever closer. Perhaps it's a secret or something he feels he should be ashamed of; regardless, he keeps it close to his chest and does not speak on it.

The days get more hectic as more guests arrive; he is graced with the presence of his lordship, but they are bombarded with engagements as a pair. They have little to no opportunity to speak just the two of them. Still, Otabek holds him close enough to set Yuri's heart on fire and just being around him makes the prince's head spin.

Yuri is adamant that he is not in love with his lordship, but he also doesn't know what else to call the feeling. He's frightened and excited all at once; he is still so fearful of their union, yet he cannot help but be exhilarated by the man himself. It's like he's falling but he never reaches the end, and where he will land is not the point at all. The journey is plenty surprising as is.

The night before their wedding is suddenly upon them, and Yuri is dressed in one of his many new garments for the occasion of the ball. He's a bundle of anxiety and nerves, but when he sees his fiancé a thrill lights him up from within.

"Your grace," Yuri greets him.

"Your highness." Lord Otabek smiles softly in return.

"I hope that you are enjoying the festivities." Yuri cringes slightly as the herald announces another string of titles and the name of the entering guest.

"Quite," Otabek chuckles in response.

"Yura, have you seen King Hakan?" King Yakov approaches the pair, "He had asked to speak with me when I arrived."

"I haven't seen him, Papa, perhaps try the balcony?"

"I know my mother has been trying to coerce him to the gardens since our arrival. Perhaps he's finally succeeded." Lord Otabek chuckles.

"He did claim the second dance on my card, so he should be around," Yuri adds.

"I see."

Before the king can turn to leave, the trio's attention is caught by the herald.

"Presenting Crown Prince of Moravia Viktor Nikiforov and Lord Yuuri Katsuki."

Yuri finds his jaw dropping instinctually before he can close it. He knows just how many eyes will be on him to gauge a reaction, but he can hardly bring himself to care. His brother and his traitor husband are standing there grinning like dopes as they descend the grand staircase into the ballroom.

"Papa, did you know they were coming?" Yuri asks harshly.

"Of course not, do you think I would have allowed this if I had? I would have barred them from the bloody village."

"Keep them away from me… Keep them away from me, do you understand?" Yuri whispers firmly, glancing around the room to see if they're being observed at the present. All eyes seem to be transfixed on the couple that entered, however.

"Don't overreact Yura, I will handle this," King Yakov assures him, setting to a brisk walk towards his eldest son.

"Your highness?" Otabek asks.

Yuri swallows thickly as he looks up at his fiancé, "Let's ignore that little… inconvenience."

"Ignore it?"

"Yes."

"I'm not certain that's wise."

Yuri finds himself nodding, but he says nothing further.

He cannot admit what he's thinking, he cannot betray his own inner turmoil. He cannot speak to the thought that his brother has once again put his life in the balance. The threats of King Hakan echo in his mind as the situation fully settles in his mind.

This wedding must be perfect, there cannot be an insult to the Altin family. But what if Viktor has done just that?

And why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? Butterflies can't stop me fallin' for you;

And darlin', this is more than anything I felt before; You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find