Now, this one is kinda out of nowhere, but I was listening to Romanticism era music and just kinda... wrote lol So this is an accidental Royal AU that I kinda enjoyed and decided to post my little oneshot of lol Hope you all enjoy!
"Do I have to stay here and mingle, father?" I gave the taller man beside me a pleading look as the ballroom before us was filled to the brim with elegant dresses and coattails. The sight caused me to become quite annoyed as my father replied to my pleads.
"Lilith, it's your birthday." He turned his head to give me a small smile before looking out over toward our castle's guest. "You're the Princess of Motherlobe, the land of psychics. People are going to want to celebrate the occasion."
"And motion for you to give my hand away to them." My father let out a soft laugh as I gave a simple huff in reply.
"Unless you see one that catches your eye," My father gave me a wide smile as she looked around the room once more. "I do not see that happening in the foreseeable future." I looked around the room as I noted the other young royals that were attending.
Most of those my age were quite dreadfully annoying.
I watched as one of the boys I knew as Dogen adjusted his helmet while trying his best to keep the music's rhythm steady in his feet as he danced.
Or wasn't my taste in the slightest.
I sighed as I heard the main door open once more.
All of the fellow royals were a bore. The same faces and families at every event since birth make you grow quite weary of their presence over time. The Zilches, the Booles, and Furs. Always in attendance and always so effortlessly dull. But wait-.
I snapped my attention toward the main doors as I quickly pulled myself from my original thoughts.
All of these families were already here. So who was left to join the ball?
My eyes grew wide as the figure of a young royal came into the room with a smile on his lips.
From the moment he entered the room, I could tell he was one of them.
The way the room fell silent as the crest of his country was upon his coat with pride. He didn't look much like a prince without a crown or some sort of grand accessory, but it was obvious by how he presented himself as he and the young woman beside him entered the room with floating grace.
He was Razputin Aquato. Great nephew of the great Maligula.
The rightful heir to Grulovia.
I gave my father a look of shock, as it seemed that he was well was quite surprised by the arrival of the young prince. I turned my attention back toward the young heir as he and the woman beside him entered the room just a little more. His deep auburn hair and bright green eyes gave him a distinctive look to him. He had no crown on his head, but what he did have was what looked to be a pair of goggles around his neck. The slightly taller figure next to him shared a lot of the same characteristics, so it led me to presume that they were siblings.
I heard very little of the new royal family of Grulovia, but there is a lot known about the country's history.
Grulovia is infamously known for their previous hatred for psychics and their horrid history with those from Motherlobe. Centuries of war and hatred between our countries, all due to the bloodshed spilled of psychics from the previous line of rulers.
A rebellion took place within the last century that led to the death of the former king and the outcasting of his family. In his place, the leader of the great rebellion and master of hydrokinesis, Lucrecia Mux, took the thrown with ease. History claims that she never wanted to be queen, but the people wanted a monarch. One that would rule on behalf of the people and not for themselves, so they begged her to take Czar Theodore Malik's place.
Kingdoms heard of the reforms and changes she put into place, but not much was shown of the royal family to the other royals in the area. A lot of their known-abouts were hidden from the rest of the world.
"Prince Razputin Aquato of Grulovia! Accompanied by his sister, Princess Frazie Aquato!"
But here they are. The young royals were now walking into a wolf's den as if their country hadn't fallen off the face of the earth for a generation.
The younger of the two gave a grateful nod to the knight announcing them as they entered more into the room side by side. The prince had his arm out for his sister, who took the offer with ease as those around them separated like the Red Sea as they made their way deeper into the room. The prince seemed to notice all the stares and the dreadful silence as he stopped suddenly and slipped his arm away from his sister. He turned toward the crowd around him before adjusting his long black coat with a small smile.
"To whom it may concern in this room," He scanned the room for a moment before placing his hand behind his back and walking to a spot that he seemed to believe allowed him to look over most of the crowded room. "I know the past of my country has been painted with blood. It's been written with a poisonous pen that was held by even the most horrid of writers." He looked sorrowful as he continued to speak. "It's a past my family, starting with my great aunt, have been trying to move forward from. We've been working so tirelessly to make a change. To allow our people the chance of a new beginning and a crown that will listen when they plead for assistance instead of silencing them."
"But what of us psychics?!" A voice cried out from the crowd as it was obvious the fear of Grulovian psychic executions was at the forefront of the conflict. "How can we know your family isn't like those before it?!"
"Because we ourselves are psychics." I felt my eyes grow wide as the prince continued. "It is why Frazie and I specifically are here. As young psychics in our family, we are a showcase of the changes occurring in Grulovia. That we are taking steps to a brighter and better future for our people." His sister took this as a moment to join her brother's side as she started to speak as well.
"We cannot ask you to forgive our country's history, nor do we wish to." Razputin gave his sister a bright smile before adding to her words.
"But what we do ask is that you give our people a chance to prove themselves. With this new rule and all the reforms our aunt has started, we know you will soon see how beautiful our country will be." The boy seemed to take great pride in his words as he placed a hand over his heart. "We want this country to be safe for all walks of life. Psychics or not. And as the future Gzar and king of Grulovia, I can promise that I will continue what my great us has started!" He smiled wide as his sister placed a hand on his shoulder to support him. "Our land is here not for forgiveness, but to allow a new beginning! A new chapter to our story! To aid the wounds that have yet to heal!" He raised his hand that was on his heart to the air in a fist as he finished his announcement. "To heal Grulovia!" For a second there was silence, but quite quickly, the room filled with applause for the young prince who wore a proud smile on his face as he stood there. His sister seemed to join the applause as she removed her hand from her brother's shoulder to clap along with the audience.
"Now enough of politics! This is supposed to be a ball!" Razputin lowered his hand and then gave his sister his arm once more. With that, the two started to make their way around the room with ease as the rest of the guests started to talk among themselves.
For the new heir of a throne,
I smiled as I looked over toward my father. He seemed to have the same pleasant look on his face as he watched the young boy stop and speak to a couple from a neighboring country.
He's proven he's not one to take lightly.
