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Alfred crept around a corner, perusing Oliver. Oliver entered a room this time he had forgotten to close the door; it was left slightly cracked as he willed an image to show in the mirror. Nothing happened until he heard a loud booming voice. "Your services are no longer required."

Oliver blinked. "Excuse me?... I have been trying to warn you the king is coming for a week now. Did you kill him there?"

"No. He is treated as a guest. The declaration was a falsity.

"The… Excuse me? You believe that?"

Alfred's eyes went wide. This was all the proof he needed. He gripped at his sword on his belt. His hand was still bandaged but he was sure it had healed enough to fight well. He took a breath, should he be so hasty?

Oliver scowled when no answer came. "Is he with you right now?"

"Yes. He is." The voice answered. Alfred breathed in a sigh of relief hearing that Arthur was safe.

"…Fine then… Would you mind if I spoke with him?" Oliver asked.

"One moment." Said the voice.

Oliver clenched his fists and turned around. "Come on out I know you're there. I'm guilty, there's no reason to hide."

Alfred gulped but stepped through the door.

Oliver glared at him. "I'm amazed you stayed around so long. I only tried everything to drive you away."

"Obviously you didn't try hard enough." The boy said with just as much of a glare.

Oliver twitched. "Of course… remember this?" He turned and spread his arms; a giant dragon momentarily appeared behind him, before it dove straight for the knight.

Alfred was stunned only for a moment before he pulled his sword from its place in its sheath blocking the attack. He stumbled back slightly, his body unprepared for the force that hit.

The dragon faded and Oliver grinned. "Hmm… Maybe now would be a good time to stop suppressing your blackout fighting state…"

Alfred bit his lip and cursed under his breath. His grip on the blade tightened and he took a step forward. The fear from seeing the dragon fading slowly. The small room was hardly a good place for a fight, but he would have to deal with it.

"But I can see that gave you a fright." Oliver grinned before Arthur's voice came from the mirror.

"Oliver!" Arthur shouted.

Both men turned to the mirror and they saw Arthur's image. "Well if it isn't the twerp himself." Oliver said in a mocking tone.

"Why?" Arthur asked his eyes locked on his brother.

"Does that really need to be answered or are you just that stupid?" The prince chuckled. "This has been coming for years Arthur. You just refused to see it because you thought we were best friends."

Arthur silenced and Alfred tightened his grip on the blade as he saw the hurt expression on Arthur's face. "Damn you." He cursed at the eldest prince.

"Same to you, and as for this." He clenched his fist and a faint glow appeared around Alfred's neck. "One of the reasons I knew I needed magic was nothing else would stand a chance against your brute here… I suggest you get home fast little brother." He cut off the call and turned to Alfred.

Alfred's blade dropped to the floor and he clutched for his neck.

Oliver turned to him, the same glow in his hand. "You've got some nerve. I'm sick of you interfering."

"You won't win. It's impossible now." Alfred said as he tried to keep his voice steady, it was getting harder for him to breath.

"Oh Arthur will come as soon as he can. He'll probably use magic and nobody else knows exactly what happened. I'll kill him when he gets here and then I'm finished." He knelt in from of the knight. "Tell me… What on this earth do you see in my brother?"

A low growl escaped Alfred's throat. "I won't let you kill him." His eyes narrowed at the traitor. "Arthur is a better man then you could ever hope to be!" The magic that bound itself around his throat tightened and he let out a pained gasp.

"And here I thought it was just a phase… You two really love each other. Heh. I bet he screams like a girl during sex." He chuckled.

Alfred was beginning to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen reaching his lungs, but that didn't stop him from shooting forward with all his strength against the magical bindings holding him in place and hitting the prince square in the jaw.

Oliver stumbled for a moment, but kneed Alfred in the gut and removed the magic from his throat; instead he had it hold him against the wall. He approached with a glare. "So I take it that means he does scream like a girl…" The man took out a knife.

Alfred let out a small yelp when his head crashed against the stone wall. He fought against the bindings, his strength pushing against the magic as he let out a grunt. The boy's eyes caught sight of the blade in Oliver's hand and he was struck with a fear he hadn't felt since his training so many years ago. He could feel his instincts kicking in, his heart raced.

Oliver grinned. "Oh don't worry. You'll have time… I'm going to make you suffer. I'll kill you in front of Arthur when he gets here." A knife pierced his wrist.

Alfred bit his lip to keep a scream of pain from leaving his throat. "Bastard." He said through his teeth.

Oliver grinned. "Your skin really is hard to cut, I had forgotten about that." With great effort he continued to split the flesh up Alfred's palm.

Alfred gritted his teeth again pulling away from the magic. He could feel his mind beginning to black out, something he hadn't done in a long time. He was able to pull away, pushing Oliver back away from him and then finding his blade. He had to hold it with his left hand due to his new injury.

Oliver blinked for a moment. "You're too strong even for magic huh? Well I'll find a way around that." He turned back to the knight. "You look nervous… Losing control?" He smiled evilly.

"N-no." He clutched at his blade and ran at the prince. He couldn't allow himself to lose control; he could end up hurting someone other than Oliver.

The prince rolled his eyes and dodged the attack. "We've done this before when you were a tiny lad… and uninjured… What was the metaphor I used?...ah yes, it's like sex. you're face was priceless on that one."

Alfred shook his head and swung his blade, connecting with Oliver's and began pushing him back. "I'm not the child I once was." He said through clenched teeth.

"You're still a child. You always will be a child." Oliver suddenly ducked and grabbed Alfred's ankles, leaving an energy there that flipped him upside down, hovering in mid air. Oliver smiled. "Perfect." He pushed his knife against Alfred's throat.

The boy gasped and felt his mind slipping away and he didn't have the energy to stop it. There was nothing else he could do. Everything went black, It had been a long time and he felt like he was in water, floating somewhere. He wasn't sure how much time passed in the depths of himself, but when he finally snapped out of it, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his chest.

He wheezed and coughed, opening his eyes. Oliver stood with a grin in front of him; a long blade was struck right through his heart. "I've won." He said with a wicked grin.

"Alfred!" Arthur's voice called out, Alfred caught a glimpse of his loved one against the wall bound by magic.

"A-Arthur…" His voice was weak and hardly even heard. He breathed in shaky loud gasps. Every breath shot pain through his body and his eyes were fogged.

"ALFRED!" The king screamed as the knight collapsed to his knees. What was this?... He had never felt it before… Suddenly he was on the ground, and he saw Oliver release Arthur from the magical binding. The young king ran to Alfred and the knight felt Arthur's arms wrap around him, was that a hand on his face? Arthur came into vision. "Alfred?... Alfred can you hear me?!"

"Y-yes… I-I can hear you." It felt like his body wasn't his own anymore. His hand shakily reached for Arthur. "I'm s-sorry Arthur…"

"Hush… Hush you'll be fine." Arthur whispered, he took Alfred's hand in his own. Tears began welling in his eyes and Alfred saw splotches of black begin to invade his vision, but this wasn't the same as blacking out. He didn't feel like he was losing control. It almost felt like he was falling into a peaceful sleep. He tried to keep his voice even. "Arthur… I…" He eyes were fluttering between being open and closed.

"It's okay… You don't have to say anything." Arthur hugged his knight close to his chest. "I know… You'll be fine…" Alfred could see the king was smiling, but it hurt so badly… His entire body felt almost like it wasn't there except the part that stung. He heard himself take a strangled breath.

Oliver chuckled at the sight. "You two are both fools."

Arthur held Alfred tighter to him. He didn't respond to Oliver's taunting and found himself hoping Alfred couldn't hear it. He knew he was vulnerable at the moment, but he didn't care. He hummed softly in Alfred's ear. He knew for a fact now there was nothing he could do. If he left to get a doctor, Oliver would have damaged him more by then if he managed to get out at all. Transporting him would kill him by the time he got there and the king didn't even know if a doctor could help him once he found one. The thought made tears roll down his face and he drew in another shaky breath and kept humming, clutching the younger man tightly. He was just barely eighteen now… He had years ahead of him…but not anymore...

Alfred let out a pained groan and clutched at his chest. He began coughing, each cough sending him into harsh tremors of pain. "Ah-Arthur… I promised I'd be by your side."

"… You… Were wonderful… Alfred I love you… But… It's okay… You'll see your mother and brother again right?" Arthur gulped. "It's not f-fair for me to keep you here… I've hogged you enough already." He heard Oliver shift behind him, and gave him a death glare as he held Alfred.

"I want… I want to stay with you." Alfred gasped out. He clung to Arthur with the last of his strength.

"Hush." He whispered to Alfred. "I'll follow you one day… It's okay… Are you hurting?"

Alfred nodded, feeling too weak to speak. He could feel himself slipping further away. He pushed himself up, his lips lightly brushing Arthur's before he collapsed back to the floor his breath heavy. "I-I love you Arthur."

Arthur nodded, tears flooding his eyes. "… Goodbye…" He pressed a soft kiss to the knight's lips. "I love you…" He whispered but found Alfred had no breath to answer him. His skin was already growing cold. Arthur gulped and bit his lip. "… I'll keep you safe… Don't you worry…" He gave Alfred a final squeeze before laying him down gently on the floor and standing to face Oliver.

Oliver looked down at his brother with a grin perched on his lips. "Finally."

"Arthur glared at him as he drew his blade from its scabbard. "You sick… Twisted bastard… You just signed your own death warrant." He got into a fighting stance. "Because there is no force on this earth that can stop me now."

"You have yet to beat me in swordsmanship." The prince chuckled. "You know, it was me who hurt Alfred all those years ago? What was it that he told you? He fell?" The man held his blade in an offensive manner his smile never leaving his face.

Arthur clenched his jaw, "He really saw that dragon. You made it. You were trying to make him look crazy weren't you? Because I was beginning to trust you less?"

"He did seem rather hysterical didn't he?" The man said and then lunged at the king, their blades crashed against one another in a fury.

Arthur clenched his teeth and pressed against the other until he was able to force him back. "If you were bitter why didn't you let me know? I had said multiple times that you would have made a better king than I… But apparently I was wrong."

Oliver smiled. "Right, you said that many times didn't you?"

"So why did you pretend to believe in me?! I trusted you! So what was a lie and what was truth?!" Their blades clashed again and Oliver tripped the younger and pinned him to the floor. Arthur struggled until a blade was pressed against his neck.

The man laughed, his blade pressed harder against the king's neck. "You're far too trusting. I wasn't lying when I said you could've been a good king, but you won't live long enough to see that."

Arthur scowled. "You could have killed me whenever you wanted, so why did you wait until now?"

"Because now I have someone to blame. Even if they deny it, who would believe the enemy kingdom?" Oliver answered.

The king gritted his teeth and took the opportunity to knee his brother below the belt and kick him away. He rolled onto his feet, gripping his sword. "Oliver… I never wanted to kill anyone… but I will, and after you, never again.

"Hmm? I don't think you have it in you." He let out a breath as he pulled himself up from the floor.

Arthur's eyes narrowed. "You killed Alfred… I'll break you."

"I tried warning him you know." Oliver said. "It was your fault for keeping him around. That and you left him here."

"… I know… and maybe I'll never forgive myself…" And with that he dashed at his brother and ran him clean through with his blade then said quietly. "But this… This I can forgive myself for… That's the difference."

Oliver fell to his knees; his smile never left his face.

Arthur watched disdainfully and let go of the blade. He stepped away. Oliver was still alive, but he knew he wouldn't be for long. "… I was a fool not to have seen it before."

"You're still a fool" The man gasped out.

"Maybe I am…" He tipped his brother over with a tap. "… But at least… I tried my best…"

The man collapsed to the floor was a quiet thud. He took a shuttered breath before he closed his eyes and gave into death. Arthur stared at him for a moment before he fell to his knees and burst into tears. His wails of sorrow echoed through the room. The king scurried over to his knight who was laying on his back. "Alfred." He whimpered. He allowed himself to collapse and he rested his head on Alfred's chest. "Alfred!" He cried, more to himself than to the one who bore the name.

A few guards stormed in at that moment. "What's- Your highness." They stuttered and rushed in the room staring at the mess before them. "Are you alright? We didn't know you had returned."

Arthur only continued to sob. "I-I'm fine… g… get Francis…"

"Right." The men ran out of the room to follow the king's orders and quickly brought Francis back with them.

Francis stared wide eyed at the scene before him before sending the other guards away and closing the door. Arthur didn't look up. His clothes were stained with blood.

"What happened here?" He asked as he rushed towards the king.

Arthur clenched his fists around Alfred's shirt and sobbed a few more times before looking up. "Oliver… Oliver was the traitor… He kill… He killed Alfred… and then…" He hid his face again.

"And then what? You killed him?" Francis put a gentle hand on the boy's back.

Arthur jolted at the touch, shrinking away from his hand. "… I… He… One of us was going to die… and it wasn't going to be me…"

"I understand." The man was trying to hold himself together for Arthur's sake. Alfred had been like a son to him. He pulled his hand back slowly and sighed. "I'm really sorry Arthur."

Arthur stayed put for a few more minutes before his sobs fell silent and he slowly pulled away. "… Oliver has been planning this all along…"

"He betrayed us all. I'm sorry… I thought you and Alfred were gone. How did you get here?"

Arthur wiped his eyes. "… It… It was my fault. I left him here while everyone thought he was with me, I wanted him to find the spy… He did and…" Arthur stopped. "… It's… my fault… I never saw it coming."

"It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself. You didn't know." Francis tried to calm him.

Arthur took a deep breath and halfheartedly pushed him away. "… Just… Let me blame myself Francis…"

"… If that is what you wish your highness." Francis allowed himself to be pushed back. "We should clean him up."

Arthur nodded his face expressionless now. "Will you help me take him to his bedroom?..."

"Yes." The man nodded. He moved next to Arthur and carefully scooped Alfred into his arms. He looked solemnly at Arthur. "I shall send someone to take care of Oliver." The man looked at Arthur. "You need to get yourself cleaned up too." Francis held Alfred close and left the room heading to Alfred's chambers.

"… Thank you…" He waited for Francis to leave before standing up and wiping his eyes one more time. "He was only a boy..." He looked toward Oliver. "… I'm sorry… Maybe I'll never be able to forgive myself for that either." He walked out of the room and looked at the guards who were waiting outside. "Could you please call a doctor to take care of him?" He motioned to his brother's body.

The men nodded, one rushed to retrieve a doctor while the other entered the room to check the damage. Both men were confused by the king's presence.

Francis laid the younger knight on his bed gently and brushed his bangs out of his face. "I'm so sorry Alfred." The boy was too young to die Francis thought as he allowed a tear to fall from his eyes. He was in a similar state when a doctor arrived to clean the boy's wounds. He didn't ask questions, only did his job and left. Arthur arrived shortly after. He looked at Francis and nearly burst into tears all over again. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

Francis shook his head. "Don't apologize to me Arthur." He bit his lower lip as he attempted to keep his face calm. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt at all?"

"… No I'm fine…" He looked down at Alfred and let out a long sigh. The boy only looked like he was sleeping. "Why… Did it have to be him?... He never… Did anything wrong… I am the messed up one, why not me?... He was… So innocent…"

Francis let out a deep breath. "How did you know he was in danger? How did you get here? And how were you able to defeat Oliver, not ever Alfred was able to." Francis questioned and then ran his fingers through his hair. "Forgive me for all the questions.

"… I talked to Gerico's king… He had one of his mages send me back… When I got there, Alfred was blacked out and fighting… Oliver used magic and … He thought I didn't have it in me… He let his guard down…"

Francis shook his head. "I wish I would have known. I could have protected him and you. We need to send word to Gilbert and the others about your presence here."

"The queen said she would see to it… I… Maybe I'm awful… But… I had to get there right away…"

"No, you are not awful… Was he alone when he died?" Francis asked.

Arthur gulped. "No… I held him… Oliver could have done me in at any moment… I don't know why he didn't."

"I don't know… I'm glad you were able to be with him."

"… Right." Arthur hung his head.

The knight wrapped an arm around Arthur's shoulder giving him a short side hug. "What are you planning to do now?"

"… Let's live through the funeral service first… The troops are pulling out in three days…"

I understand."

Oliver was buried the morning after his death, Alfred the day after that. Arthur had him buried among the royals and made sure to arrange his own future burial in the spot next to him, in the far back of the confined graveyard. After the funeral, everybody left, those few who were with him from the start lingered a while longer but they too dispersed.

Arthur gulped, now he was all alone. He placed a small grouping of flowers on the fresh mound of earth. "Goodbye Alfred."

Francis waited patiently somewhat away from the grave site for a long while. But as the day drifted on to night he walked back over to his king. "You should go inside. It is getting cold."

"Is it?" Arthur looked up. "Oh dear… I do believe I've lost track of time… I'm sorry." He stood and wiped the dirt off his trousers. "… How long have I been sitting here?"

"Just about all day." Francis said solemnly. "We need to talk about what is going to happen in both the near and far future. I don't mean to bring it up so soon…"

"No I've been being ridiculous… That long? Ugh." His stomach rumbled. Arthur shook his head. "Francis I…" He looked back at Alfred's grave… "I'm sorry to say this now but… p-please don't make me marry anybody…"

"I-I… Arthur, you know it would be for the best. They you wouldn't be alone. You can take your time. But think about it. What about an heir? You no longer have Oliver for that." The man stated.

"Francis… Please… I know I'm king and really you can't force me but… I can't… Not after this I…"

"Arthur, what is the kingdom going to do when you die?" Francis asked calmly. "Who would be the new king?"

"I'll… Find a way. I'll do something Francis Just…" He hung his head. "I… I don't think you'll ever understand… I… Loved him Francis… I loved him and… I still love him."

"I do understand. But I thought you made a promise to put your kingdom before yourself."

"I…" Arthur closed his eyes. "But… I… A wife wouldn't… I…" Arthur gulped. "You're right… I know…" He clenched his fists and they began to shake. "I… Just need time…"

"You can have as much time as you need Arthur." The knight promised.

Arthur sighed. "Of course… I'll be in soon… Just one more moment… Could you ask somebody to take something hot to my room so we can discuss things?"

"Of course." Francis nodded and went on his way after glancing back at the king with a worried expression.

Arthur turned back to Alfred's grave one more time. Was he really gone? Or was this all just some awful dream and at any moment he would wake up with the knight in his arms. He caressed the top of the grave once and sighed before something caught his eye. He looked toward the wall and saw a small boy crawling over the walls of the cemetery and cocked an eyebrow.

The boy looked young, maybe seven or eight. He jumped to the ground landing on his hands and feet and scrambled to stand. He looked at Arthur and cocked his head to the side.

"… Do you know where you are little one?" The child was wearing rags. An orphan? A beggar? Both were very likely.

He shook his head. "No. Who are you?"

"I'm Arthur." He looked back at Alfred's grave, still touching the top. "…" He pulled away and crouched in front of the boy. "Where are your parents?"

"In the ground. Just like that one." He motioned to Alfred's grave.

Arthur looked toward the grave. "Yes… That person is very important to me… but maybe he can give your parents company…" He looked at the little boy with a small sad smiled, his face changed to a more concerned expression. The boy was very skinny. "… What's your name?"

"Peter." The boy said and frowned.

"Do you have a home Peter?"

"No…"

"… Peter…" Arthur paused then shook his head scolding himself for being impulsive. He walked to Alfred's grave and Peter trailed behind him curiously… Arthur sighed and touched the grave again.

Alfred was once an orphan Arthur thought to himself. Francis had taken him in and trained him to be a knight. Alfred gained a family because of it. Why couldn't he do the same for Peter, somehow he knew Alfred would approve. He smiled lightly maybe… if he raised this child with enough love from he and Alfred both, he could be a wonderful ruler one day… "Alfred all, I have to live for something now don't I…" He muttered.

"Who's that?" Peter asked curiously.

"… Peter… I'm the king of this country, and this was my queen." He touched the grave. "But he;s gone now…"

"You are the king… and he was your queen? But I thought queens were supposed to be girls…" The boy questioned.

"Yes but… Not everybody loves girls… We loved each other… We were strange… maybe it isn't normal but we were in love…"

The boy looked at the grave. "But he's gone now…" He looked up at the king. I'm sorry."

"Yes but… I think I'll find the strength to move on… Say… Peter how would you like to stay here for a while?"

"What do you mean?" Peter eyed him. He usually didn't truest adults, but who could really blame him after what he'd been through.

"… Well you look underfed… I'm rather hungry myself… Why don't you come for dinner? Feel free to stay as long as you like."

"… I… Is that okay?"

The king smiled. "Of course it is." He held out his hand for the child to take.

The young boy nodded and took hold of the king's hand.

Arthur went on to be one of the greatest kings of his country's history. He led them to both peace and great wealth. The king never did marry, but he did adopt a child to one day take over his throne.

He never forgot Alfred. He lived a long life, and had a peaceful death. He was found one morning, leaning against Alfred's grave, dressed in his best clothes as if he knew he would pass that very night. When peter found him, there was still a small smile on the king's pale face. He had raised the child with all the love he could and Peter had grown to be noble. Somewhere in Peter's heart, from all the stories he had heard of Alfred… He knew he was proud. And so King Arthur was buried next to his beloved and nobody who knew the two doubted for a second that they were together again.

The Fucking End.

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