A/N: This is the part I wrote at two o'clock in the morning. The first argument was the part I wrote at four. As you can tell from this, there is a very good reason I didn't get much sleep.

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The wedding of King Damien Moreau to the Lady Charlotte Prentiss was the event of the century. The entire Kingdom of Moreau was invited to attend, or die. The townsfolk were highly depressed that their dear lady was to be wedded to such a man. Some had hopes that the king would change once he was settled down. Others believed Lady Charlotte, Sophie would be able to turn the king's heart warm from the ice that surrounded it. Most weren't so blind to have such hopes. They knew their king was only marrying the duchess for the sake of power. It was a sad day for all.

Eliot stood well hidden in the second row. He wore a tunic slightly too large to pass his bulky build off as fat instead of muscle. His hat was a bit large to hide his mane of golden brown locks and keep his eyes from being noticed. He wore one of Hardison's fake beards and tight lime green leggings. His sword was hidden away in a compartment in his pants that somehow was able to exist unseen considering how tight the pants were. His shoes were perfect thankfully.

I'm going to kill Hardison the next time I see him for making me wear these pants, Eliot thought in despair. The crowd looked almost as miserable as he was. Nobody seemed very happy that Sophie was marrying Moreau. She must have been very popular before she ran away.

King Damien appeared at the Altar in a dark black suit. His face was caught up in a bright smile and looked for all the world like an excited bridegroom. The citizens weren't fooled. They could tell that was his cat that ate the canary smile. They knew their Duchess was just another pawn in his schemes for power. His eyes even glowed with greed at his conquest. He was about to win.

Stick to the plan, Eliot reminded himself. The bridesmaids were starting to make their appearance. The two sets of men and women of the royal court walked down the aisle with forced smiles. Their families were probably under threat of life if they didn't attend. The knight felt bad for them. At least Moreau already killed Sophie's parents. They were probably rolling over in their graves right now, knowing that the reason they died was for nothing. The traditional music began to play and everybody rose for the bride.

Sophie was standing at the back of the chapel with her head held high. Her dress was a perfect ivory color and fell to the floor in waves. The bodice was strapless and clung to her figure perfectly. There were two guards in the background to make certain the woman didn't run away. It was pointless for them to even be there. Sophie wouldn't leave if it meant the safety of Nathan's kingdom and Moreau knew that. He was just showing off his power.

Sophie slowly stepped forward with no smile on her lips. Her brown eyes were locked solely on the Altar in front of her. They looked dead and hollow to the hidden knight. He could tell she was completely crushed by what she was about to do. Her skin was sickly pale, paler than her white dress in fact. Her lips were turning blue and her eyes held no sparkle. She looked like she was on the threshold of Death's door. She wasn't going to last much longer. Eliot could tell simply by the way she walked towards the Altar that every step took effort. It was a good thing they had decided to implement their plan the day of the wedding. They would have been too late if they had waited like Eliot wanted to.

Sophie stopped at her place by Moreau's side and the crowd sat down. Moreau grabbed the lady's waist and held on tight. He was making certain she didn't move. The Priest kindly walked towards the Altar and began the regular spiel.

"Dearly beloved," he said, "We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony."

The crowd quietly groaned at the announcement but nobody did anything to stop it. Eliot watched as women were already crying in pain at was going on. Even some of the men had water glistening in their eyes. The wedding barely even started and everybody was grieving over their loss.

"The bonds of marriage are meant to be taken seriously and to unite us through all things in this Earthly life," the priest continued, "That is why it should not be taken lightly or be to the wrong person."

Eliot joined the crowd at flinching at those words. The priest would die for that statement tomorrow. It was nice to know he was in agreement about the arrangement though.

"That is why it is tradition to ask this one question to all who may be bold enough to speak. Anyone who has a reason why these two should not be wed let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

The priest paused as was tradition. Everybody looked around nervously but nobody said anything. Nobody even moved to speak. They were too afraid of Moreau to let their opinion be known and Eliot had to stick to the plan. The priest looked disappointed and began to open his mouth.

"I have one!" A proud voice called out against the crowded church.

Eliot and the rest of the citizens turned their heads to see who was interrupting such a happy occasion. The knight had to fight the small tug to his lips at the sight of King Nathan and his escorts. Captain Bonanno stood to the King's left with his sword out and glinting in the sun. He was ready for battle and the entire church gasped at the bold gesture. To the King's right, Parker stood with her hands on her hips and a glowering look Moreau's way. Eliot turned towards the Alter again just to see the reactions. Damien looked like he was about to blow a gasket. It was amusing to see. Sophie was the most heart clenching thing in the world to watch. Her eyes were wide with shock and trained on King Nathan. It was a nice call because people would have called that shock and worry on her face fear for her ruined wedding day. Anybody that knew her would call that worry for King Nathan and his escorts. Hardison was nowhere to be seen but that was part of the plan.

"What are you doing here, Ford?" Moreau demanded bitterly. He hated it when his plans fell apart. Eliot and Sophie both knew that one by heart.

"I've come to take Sophie back," Nathan explained with a gentle smile. There was something wicked brewing in his eyes. Eliot could tell that Sophie knew something was up by that look alone. This was going to be interesting.

"We've been through this, Ford," Moreau laughed at the very concept, "She chose me. Let it go."

"I'll give you my kingdom."

Eliot heard and identified the gasp before everyone else. His gaze turned back to see Sophie's eyes filled with horror at the concept set before her. Damien's greed was perfect for the plan Nathan had, but Sophie had to believe it in order for that plan to work. He knew Moreau would never fall for anything unless somebody else fell for it too. This entire plan rested solely on Sophie believing every word that fell out of Nathan's mouth. He hoped the King could succeed.

"You'll give me your kingdom?" Moreau chuckled at the very idea of it.

"Yes," Nathan nodded keeping his eyes firmly focused on his enemy. He refused to look at the reason he was there and Eliot found that odd. The King needed to convince Sophie in order for the plan to work. Why was he staring at Moreau?

"You'll give me your entire kingdom for her?" Moreau pointed towards his bride in surprise. He couldn't believe his ears. Eliot had to focus on the goal of the con in order to keep himself from launching at his enemy and revealing his presence. He couldn't afford to wipe that smug look off of Moreau's face now. There would be time for that later, so he turned his focus back on Sophie and let Moreau keep talking. "You're just going to let me take it over without so much as a fight or a scuffle?"

"Just Sophie," Nathan agreed with a tight nod. It must have been killing him to promise his kingdom to another man. Sophie looked pretty much near tears at the offer. "My entire kingdom goes to you without even a word raised against it. All you have to do is give me Sophie. There will be no fight. You have my word of honor."

"Your word of honor?" Moreau quirked an eyebrow at this. Eliot rolled his eyes. The man was clearly impressed with the gift he would be receiving. Sophie, on the other hand, looked downright nauseous and that only helped to sell Nathan's story more.

"My word of honor," Nathan agreed. His hands were shaking at his betrayal to his people. Eliot could tell it was wounding him deeply to do this. It was only a matter of time before they finally achieved what they were after. Their only hope was that Nathan could sell it to the end.

"You wouldn't!" Sophie gasped at the King's words. Eliot and the rest of the crowd watched as the bride moved towards Nathan with sadness in her eyes. She stood between the two men and stared deeply into blue eyes. "You wouldn't give up your kingdom for just some woman! You wouldn't sacrifice your kingdom, your people to Damien Moreau for someone like me!" Eliot suddenly realized he was holding his breath with the rest of the spectators. They were all wondering what King Nathan's reply would be. It felt like an eternity before he answered.

"Yes," Nathan finally stared the brunette woman directly in the eyes without even flinching at her gaze. "I would give up everything for you."

Sophie gasped in shock again and placed her hands on her lips. She was visibly fighting back tears at the soft admission spoken to her. She believed him. She believed every word King Nathan Ford said to her and it was devastating to watch. It was even more devastating to hear. He really would give up everything for her. A unanimous gasp filled the room and Eliot released the breath he'd been holding. It was now or never.

Moreau pushed Sophie out of the way as if she were nothing more than paper. The entirety of Moreau's subjects hissed at the gesture and the interruption he caused. Eliot had to strain his muscles and force them into not responding to Sophie's collapse down the steps. It would do no good to reveal himself so close to victory. Sophie would understand in time.

"Kneel," Moreau ordered of the other king without even the smallest sign of respect. It had worked. He was going to do everything in his power to make King Nathan suffer in front of his subjects. Eliot grinned at the news. It was almost time for him to go into action. Eliot moved his eyes away from Moreau to prepare. Then he found a pair of brown eyes staring directly into his soul.

This time the gasp was softer and only those not watching the spectacle at the Alter could have heard it. Thankfully, only Eliot seemed to be aware of Sophie Devereaux's epiphany. Nobody seemed to know what was truly about to happen before their very eyes. Sophie's dark eyes grew bright at the realization and Eliot couldn't help the tiny upward tug of his lips at the woman's happy smile.

"Now!" Nathan screamed at the top of his lungs. He unsheathed his sword and immediately began fighting the other king with everything he had. Eliot did away with his disguise and kindly skewered the first guard trying to pull Sophie away from the battle. He heard Sophie chuckle in exhilaration. She knew exactly what was going on now.

Guards were pouring out of the woodwork to help their King anyway they could. Eliot was already fighting seven to one against his favor. Sophie had tried helping but he told her to stay away. If she died, this would all be for nothing. She knew it too. She tried to at least stay in a corner and be out of the way. She just couldn't help the fact that some of the guards coming after Eliot got a little too close. The knight was secretly relieved for the help she gave but it wasn't fair. He had to protect her. Nathan gave him that task personally.

Hardison's distraction wasn't ready yet. He said it wouldn't be. They had to fight until it was. Sterling had promised reinforcements to help but they were nowhere to be found. Too many guards were getting close to Sophie. Eliot needed help soon or they would fail.

Come on, Hardison, Eliot thought while fighting two men with swords, this plan won't work without you.

Thankfully somebody up high was listening to the knight's pleas. The moment Eliot even thought about his encouragement to the scientist was the moment things started happening. A drought of orange smoke began to billow into the chapel windows and fill the air with an acrid smell. Moreau's guards looked around for the source of the smoke. They were trying their hardest to see through the orange stuff and defend their king. The only two people left unaffected were the dueling King's. Neither one of them seemed too keen on ending their fight any time soon.

Eliot used the smoke to his advantage and quickly took out the seven other men. Hardison came through as promised. Now all they needed was Sterling's men and they would be unstoppable.

"Come on," Eliot called off to the lady, but Sophie just stayed put. "We got to get you out of here."

"Nate," Sophie whimpered. Her head didn't even turn to acknowledge him. She was watching King Nathan fight against King Moreau. Eliot followed her gaze and felt a tug of fear. Nathan appeared to be losing.

The two kings were battling around the Alter. Damien would take a swing and Nathan would parry it immediately. Moreau would take another swing and Nathan would struggle to follow the fake. He was struggling against their enemy. He was probably too worried about his kingdom and Sophie. He was too distracted to win.

"Eliot!" Sophie's voice called off in fear.

The knight twirled around and found a felt a fist slam into his face. He barely had enough time to deflect the sword coming towards him and jump out of the way. The knight took out the guard who attacked him and began to frantically search for his charge. Sophie was struggling against three men who were dragging her towards Moreau's private quarters.

Eliot growled at the gesture and immediately raced towards them. He hit the first man in the head with the butt of his sword and took out the second one with his leg. The only person left was Perry Chapman. He grinned at the odds. This was the fight he had been waiting for.

"Spencer," Moreau's top knight nodded his head.

"Chapman," Eliot returned.

Sophie's eyes were wide with fear in her captor's arms. She knew what was coming next. Chapman didn't disappoint. He threw the lady towards the wall and Eliot immediately attacked. Sophie had hit the wall but no blood seemed to be coming from her. He was glad for that. Now all he had to do was make Chapman pay for causing her bruises.

The two knights fought all around the area while their kings paralleled them perfectly. Eliot and Chapman were switching parries and thrusts while Nathan and Damien were switching thrusts and parries. The two parties were in a dead lock and neither seemed to be having a clear victor.

Chapman swiped at Eliot leg and the knight hissed in pain. He lunged towards his enemy with a kick and tried to ignore the bleeding wound. Nathan seemed to be having similar problems. His armor had a stream of red right above the knee. Chapman thrust towards Eliot several more times to get his man. Eliot did everything in his power to block each blow. Nathan was doing the same at the Alter. Chapman attacked with a blow from above and Eliot blocked it immediately. Then he felt his leg give out. Thankfully Nathan seemed to have rebounded against Damien. Eliot fell towards the ground with a clatter and watched in horror as Chapman flicked the blade out of his hands. He was weaponless and in a very deadly position. Chapman had won.

"Cheers," he said. He began to swing his sword towards Eliot's head with gleeful vigor. Then a sword appeared in the middle of his chest.

"It's rude to kick a man when he's down," a smooth brown-eyed brunette explained when Chapman fell with the dead.

"Quinn," Eliot smiled at the help. He accepted his sword and quickly patted the other man on the back. "Glad you could finally join us."

"Sorry, Quinn grinned, "Horse trouble."

Guards started to surround the pair almost instantly. There were easily ten or twelve men creeping towards them in wait of the next move. Quinn grinned ferociously at the offer and Eliot had to smile in return.

"Back to back," Sterling's top knight proposed.

Eliot just grinned and nodded. The two men quickly went into action and began smacking about the guards of the evil tyrant king. They would not lose. They had too much to win for. So they did what every good top knight would do. They kicked ass.

Quinn held up his arm and Eliot immediately took it. Sterling's top knight spun our hero around and Eliot kindly landed kicks everywhere. They then quickly departed and started thrusting and parrying to their hearts' desires. It was what they did. Meanwhile…

Damien and Nathan were practically tied in their lust for control. The evil king had managed to slash at the good king a few more times. Nathan likewise managed to tire out his enemy and get in a few slashes of his own. They were both running on empty with no end in sight. They needed to stop this battle soon. They both had everything to lose.

Damien lunged towards his enemy just as his guards lunged towards Eliot. The evil king raised his sword high and tried to slice Nathan's head off. Eliot quickly knocked out three of the guards without even breaking a sweat. Moreau's sword landed on the floor and King Nathan took advantage. Quinn came to Eliot's aid and deflected a swarm of arrows that appeared out of nowhere. Nathan knocked the sword out of the evil king's hands and kicked him violently to the ground. Eliot and Quinn finished off their circle of guards and prepared for the next round. Damien rolled down the chapel steps in search of an idea to win the battle.

Eliot wheeled around looking for his charge with worry. Sophie was still standing near the Alter while he was on the opposite side of the room helping Quinn take care of the enemy. Then he saw Moreau lunge towards Nathan with a blade. He wasn't going to make it in time.

"Nate!"

The whole thing ended in slow motion. Sophie had caught sight of the hurtling Moreau and his blade and acted accordingly. She screamed her king's name and rushed in between the two kings with everything she had. Nathan twirled around merely seconds behind her. He grabbed Sophie and twisted her away from danger while he used his sword to deflect the evil king. The three collided into one blob of adrenaline filled horror. The fighting stopped and everybody watched the blob in interest. Nobody knew what to expect. Nobody moved. Nobody, except Eliot.

The knight rushed towards the Alter with one goal in mind. He had to make certain his King was safe. He had to make certain his charge was safe. He had to make certain his family was going to be okay. Suddenly, Moreau dropped from the form and fell to the blood covered ground. Eliot stopped abruptly at this. Moreau was done. Eliot looked towards the couple at the Alter and stared. He didn't know what to do next.

Nathan quickly twirled Sophie around and started searching her all over. He rubbed his hands and eyes all over her middle frantically searching for something nobody else could see. Sophie hissed the moment the King's right hand fell against her left side and the King fell to his knees. Nathan ripped the dress a bit to make certain the wound wasn't serious. The entire crowd watched in stunned silence at the careful way a King was treating someone beneath him. The King sighed in relief and immediately placed his head on the woman's stomach, wrapping his arms around her midriff and squeezing tight. The entire room gasped at the gesture. Eliot decided that prickly feeling in his eyes was not tears, just allergies. Sophie gently placed her hands on the back of the King's head and Nathan responded by pulling away just enough to gaze into her eyes. They stared at each other for a very long time before Nathan rose to his feet with only one intention visible to the audience he was unaware of.

A soft groan came from the bundle of blood known as Moreau and the spell between the pair was broken. Nathan quickly caught up his sword and began to make his way to finishing the man off. Sophie caught him by the elbow and merely looked him in the eyes. Her tears were finally visible to the audience and everyone held their breath for the next move. The King dropped his sword, grabbed the woman by her cheeks and slammed his mouth into hers. The crowd collectively sighed in relief at the warm display of affection. The King indeed made his choice and Eliot was only too happy to step in where he was supposed to. He gruffly pulled Moreau to his feet and pulled him away from all possible weapons. There was only one place he would go.

"King James," Eliot called out towards his king's new ally, "What would you like to do with him?"

"He and Blackpoole would enjoy a cell together," Sterling shrugged in thought. He, unlike the crowd, did not enjoy the sight of King Nathan finally finding a happy ending. He just found it disturbing.

King Nathan and the Lady Sophie split apart. They both looked onto the fallen king with careful thought. Eliot smiled at the way they were acting.

"Lord Vitorri would make an excellent king," Sophie stated confidently to her treasured King.

"I agree completely," Nathan smiled at his love's statement. He kissed the brown-eyed brunette again and picked her up into his arms. The King proudly carried his soon-to-be out of the bloody chapel and headed home. His court quickly followed without complaint.

"The crowd cheered at their evil king's demise and heartily celebrated their new king without a moment of hesitation. A feast fit to feed thousands was held in the castle of King Nathan as he and the Lady Sophie wedded in front of the three kingdoms. Peace was now claimed throughout the land and they all lived happily ever after. The end," Eliot finished his story with a smile. He watched as the young heirs to the throne cheered in victory of the happy story. Then chaos resumed.

Mary raised her hand into the air in pride and declared, "I'm going to be like Aunt Parker when I grow up."

"I'm going to be like Uncle Hardison when I grow up!" Her older brother, James announced with the air of superiority he was always accustomed to.

"I'm going to be like Uncle Eliot," Lavender reported to her big siblings in bliss.

Baby Tiffany merely repeated her siblings' rambling and said; "roar!" James quickly tagged Mary and started running at Tiffany's valiant cry. Lavender helped her twin brother, Evan; raise Tiffany to her little feet so she could join in the children's playtime. The merry squeals of laughter soon died out as the young princes and princesses decided to take their game outside and into the fields. Eliot chuckled at their attitude.

"And you guys want to have another one?" Eliot turned his gaze on the King and Queen in complete surprise. Instantly his eyes were drawn to the Queen's currently round stomach and another chuckle escaped his lips.

"They do grow on you after a while," Sophie rubbed her belly affectionately at her favorite knight's tiny joke. She only had a few more months before their sixth child would grace the world with its presence and she couldn't wait to meet the little one. Her smile just grew as she continued to stare lovingly at the child within.

"You two are worse than rabbits," Eliot teased his favorite royals and chuckled at the scandalized look on Nathan's face.

"Are you forgetting about Parker and Hardison and how they're currently collecting infants?" King Nathan questioned of his best friend in mockery. It was a known fact that Parker and Hardison had decided they couldn't wait the required amount of time for a child to come into the world. Instead, they traveled around the kingdom looking for orphaned children that needed a home. They were currently at twenty, only three and a half of them were theirs by birth. Eliot smiled at his own private joke. The half meant that soon there would be twenty-one little Pardisons roaming around. It was a terrifying thought.

"And when exactly is baby number two coming around?" Sophie narrowed her eyes at her favorite knight full well knowing where his mind had wandered off to. Honestly he wasn't exactly trying to hide it from her, not anymore.

"Any minute now," Eliot teased his favorite Queen with a smile he knew would never fail him.

"Get that thing away from my wife!" Nathan growled at the charming smile on his knight's face. He still retained some jealousy towards the younger man for that one time when his wife courted him for her own protection. It was always the best way to keep the man grounded during an ego spiral. "You've got your own and you don't need mine."

"Nate, be nice," Sophie rolled her eyes at his jealousy and tried to hide the smile at his affections. Eliot didn't even bother to hide the laugh at her utter failure. Of course, there was always the question of whether or not she actually tried to hide it.

"Yeah Nate," Eliot mocked the King because he knew he had permission to. "You don't want to pucker your looks at such an old age."

"Hey, only my wife gets to call me Nate!"

And so the hero of the Blacklands known as Sir Eliot Spencer lived on and on for many years to come. His life was shared with joy and bliss with his little make-shift family of unconventional crazies. As for his marriage to Lady Tara, well, that is a story for another time. The important part is that Sir Eliot Spencer finally found a place where he belonged. And yes they all lived happily ever after.

The End.