Harri POV

I sat on the hill watching the glass enclosed gazebo. Lord Bardouin was already inside waiting for Nike. Though I knew at the moment Nike was having a message for Livius to meet me at the gazebo in the rear of the palace. I chuckled, my twin did come up with a good plan to trap the two fools into talking to one another. I turned when I heard footsteps rushing towards my position, Nike and Neil were running towards me.

I looked down at the gazebo, Livius was still a ways off from the location, but was close. "You sure about this Nike? You have been against using your powers." I said without turning.

"Yes, they need to talk and this is the best plan." Nike said without a shred of doubt. "Plus you'll be doing all the real work. I'm just providing you with the amount of rain needed to trap them."

I sighed as I stood. "I'm always the one with the hard job." I start to stretch my arms and legs. "Neil, are we ready to go?"

Neil stood next to me and polled out a pair of binoculars. "Yes, Harri-sama."

Nike then started to sing, and it was sad. Though I didn't focus on that, I focused on collecting and recycling the rain into the area around the gazebo, trapping Livius and his uncle inside.

"His Majesty is trying to leave!" Neil yelled out. Nike picked up the song a little, making more rain fall harder. I made it practically a storm with the heavy rain. After a few more minutes Nike stopped singing.

"Harri, do you need any more?" Nike asked.

I shook my head to decline the offer, but didn't speak. I focused on my task of continuously moving the water into a pouring storm. I closed my eyes since sweat had started to fall into my eyes. I would hold on until I passed out!

H~~~L

Livius POV

I walked to the rear of the palace towards the gazebo, curious as to why Harri wanted to meet here. I had opened the gazebo door when rain started to fall and I saw my uncle. "What the hell?!" I yelled, but the rain came down harder as I tried to leave. Unfortunately my uncle grabbed me and closed the door to keep out of the rain. My anger climbed at being tricked by my fiance and his twin!

I sneezed from my clothes that ended up wet with the limited exposure from the heavy rain.

"Ah, you came without a cloak…" the blond faker stated. He started to take his own cloak off.

"I'm fine!" I yelled. I didn't need his help, the bastard.

My uncle glared at me. "If you don't wear it, I'll lift up your arms and legs and force you to wear it."

I glared back at my uncle as I put on the cloak. After putting on the cloak the blond chuckled. "What is it?"

"Sorry, you look so funny." He said with a smile. "Isn't this the first time we've gotten to talk like this."

I just stared at the man. "…I don't know." I sighed "How annoying, how could I get along with someone like you? I can't even have a civil conversation with you!" I went to sit on the other side of the gazebo, away from my uncle. Though when I turned to see my uncle's reaction I saw him looking out the window.

He turned to me and clearly stated, "Let's have an uncivil conversation, that last one." I looked at him shocked. "After Sheila was killed, I was always thinking, how can I protect you? I was certain that the throne would be passed onto you. Luckily, I didn't have any ambition, but it was such a strong position." He looked sad for a moment when he then said, "You wanted the throne because you desired revenge."

I stayed silent listening to the heart-broken man.

"You became King, but you were so angry and never stopped. Even when your enemies had disappeared you didn't stop." The blond looked outside again. "Back then you wouldn't even think about how beautiful the flowers were. I had thought you became a broken child." He turned back to me, "But I was wrong."

I looked at the ground. "It became terrifying, and so you left…."

"That's right. I went on a journey for a gamble. I wanted to push the world towards you. To do that, I wanted to know more, even if it was just a little. The world Sheila lived in wasn't only filled with sadness. I wanted to bring that back."

Anger bubbled. "That wasn't fun at all," I said calmly.

"You're right, let's stop talking about the past…"

"You… never say anything important." The anger bubbled higher. "I thought it was for something more important, but it was just 'for your sake' -" the anger shot forward, "- DON'T SCREW WITH ME!" I glare with realization. "After this, you'll just disappear again. You'll wonder what I might have felt after listening to your story. How inconsiderate of you." The blond tried to interrupt but I carried on. "That is…." Wait, the rain was slowing down, I looked over to my side. The rain seemed to stop before starting up again. "How long have we been here?"

My uncle, confused, said, "Maybe around an hour."

"All this time….." I ran out yelling out for Harri and Nike.

H~~~L

Nike POV

Harri was burning up and laying on the ground, with the Child King looking after him. I bite my lip in worry, maybe this was a bad idea. I never thought that pushing Harri so hard would make him so sick or exhausted.

Then I thought back to Harri's concern for Livius and stood up straight. If Harry couldn't tell Livius, then I would. I walk over to Harri and Livius. "Livius?"

He turned to look at me. "What is it, Nike?"

"Harri wanted to tell you something, but with him resting…. I think you need to be told now."

Livius turned to Harri, and ran his fingers through the blond hair drenched in sweat.

"Did you tell him your feelings?" Livius quickly turned back to me with surprise. "If you don't want to lose something and be hurt again, be honest right now." Livius looked at Harri and lifted Harri to sit and wrapped Harri's left arm around his neck. I followed Livius's example on the right. Together we stood.

Standing Livius paused. "I will only say this once, I will appoint you to be Prime Minister. Stay here and lend me your strength." Livius looked at Bardwin. "Please stay here," the King whispered.

Bardwin looked shocked, but happy. "Under god's will, you Majesty. This time for sure, we will create the world you wish for together."

H~~~L

Harri POV

I groggily opened my eyes. I looked around, I seemed to be in mine and Livius's room. I focused on the end of the bed, where the little King was sleeping. I sat up confused as to how this had happened. The last thing I remembered was making rain and then….. nothing. I frowned.

The door opened and revealed Nike. "Hey, you did great. Everything worked out." She scratched the back of her head. "Though you passing out and having a fever wasn't the ending I was looking for."

I blinked and just shook my head. "Alright, what I miss?"

Nike smiled. "Livius made Bardwin the Prime Minister, which worked out since Livius has yet to move from your side. Bardwin has been doing all the work required with both Livius and you not doing it."

The door opened again revealing the blond actor. "Lord Bardwin, Nike was just telling me that you have been reinstated to Prime Minister and doing all the work with Livius and myself out of the office. I appreciate the help."

The blond smiled. "It was no problem. How are you feeling? You have slept for a day and a half."

I smiled, "I'm alright, thank you."

"BARDO-SAMA!" was yelled from the hallway. The blond quickly ran next to Nike and myself at the bed. I chuckled that it only took a day for the man to hide from work.

Silence took over the room before Bardwin started to talk. "…This is the first time… that I have misread Livi…. I'm such a failure." I tilted my head in confusion. What had happened while I was out? "I thought that since he's a strong kid, it would be fine to leave him alone, and he wouldn't feel sad or anything."

Thankfully Nike responded. "But because of that, he came back to his senses a little. So you're not a failure."

Lord Bardwin smiled and bowed his head a little. "Thank you… You really are amazing…"

I lifted a brow and looked between Nike and Lord Bardwin. Was something happening here?

Nike softly laughed with a small smile. "What are you talking about?" Lord Bardwin gave a soft smile, but quickly turned to flirting with Nike. Thankfully a pillow was thrown at Lord Bardwin's face. I turned to see an annoyed Livius.

"Would you stop flirting with my fiancee's sister?! If you like girls so much, go look at yourself in the mirror you drag queen!" The two then started to bicker while throwing a pillow back at each other. I blinked at the two. When did those two get along so well? There was no more anger or sorrow that filled the atmosphere. Only acceptance and good humor.

Nike was looking between the two with worry. "Weren't you two starting over?!"

I laughed and the three. It was good to see that Livius could rely on his uncle. That no matter how many times something goes wrong, we will believe in the things in front of us and overcome the problems.