It's fine, I'll go sit in the corner.
Anyway, here's the fourth chapter.
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Alfred didn't really think that officially becoming the King would change much in his daily life. He expected the work load to increase slightly; the paper work to become longer; the duties as king to get tougher. Not that he minded of course, he loved working for his Kingdom and for his people. But, if there was one thing he detested with a passion, it would be listening to the problems going on through the kingdom.
He didn't mind the actual purpose of it – quite the opposite, he liked that people would go to him for help. It was more the actual process of having to sit for hours on end with a sore ass and wavering attention. He blinked and made a mental note to change the way that the process goes, thinking about how awesome it'd be to travel all around his kingdom and go to his people, not be stuck up in the palace all day. Besides, Arthur was driving him mad.
He was constantly on edge with the knowledge that his Queen was a notorious and murderous pirate captain, and that he was below his feet constantly. At some times, Alfred could swear that Arthur could sense him too, causing him to shiver at the thought of his emerald eyes. He swallowed and focused more on the villager in front of him.
"It's the crops Milord. There hasn't been enough rain, and the prices for wheat and grain have gone up once again." Alfred sighed, that was another thing he had to get to the bottom of. The old Kings and Queens had really screwed the nation over, what with all the taxes and shitty laws. He caught Yao's gaze and they nodded, Yao rolling his eyes. He always knew what he was thinking. Damn guy was a psychic.
Alfred turned his attention back to the villager.
"I will get someone on the matter, thank you for making the journey to tell me." He watched with heavy eyes as he nodded, bowed and exited the room. Alfred adjusted himself, awaiting for the next person to come in, but to his undisguised joy, it was Yao that stepped forward.
"Milord, it is time for lunch." Alfred nodded; and with as much elegant and grace he could muster, he followed Yao into his private dining room.
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Alfred paused in his eating. He glanced up at the straight backed Yao, who was staring back at him. His eyes flickered down to the seat opposite, then back up to him. The message was received and the Jack sighed, before taking a seat. The King nodded, and went back to eating.
"Milord, what is wrong?" Alfred stared at Yao, looking confused. The Orient man rolled his eyes. "You've been acting shifty all day."Alfred sighed and stretched his legs, giving an over-the-top act.
"Yao, I have so much running through my head, and surprise surprise, it's not all to do my duties as King. I have a Queen below the castle floors that is supposed to help with everything, but it turns out that he's a pirate." He commented dryly. "Yeah, I'm a little bit off."
Yao stared at his best friend. He felt for the younger man sometimes, sure, most of the time he acted rather unemotional with the young King, but he really did care. They held a staring contest, which Alfred broke by taking another mouthful of food. He wrapped his long sleeved arms around his waist, and sighed.
"Milord, if it is in your will, we can have the Queen moved until he-"
"W-what?! No!" Yao stared at the king in confusion. Why did he have to be so backwards?
"I... I am confused, Milord, why are you acting so... strange? Do you wish for him to leave, or to stay?" Alfred almost dropped his fork. What did he want? He quietly admitted to himself that having the Pirate leave would be a weight off of his chest, but, this was Arthur's castle as much as it was his own. But, spending some time without his presence in the back of his head, would be appreciated, and could help him with his concentration on his work.
A small part at the back of his mind brought up the fact that he'd probably miss the constant probing in the back of his mind. He flushed and avoided Yao's gaze.
"I-I mean, I think that... I, u-uhh." Yao bowed his head.
"I am sorry sir, I shouldn't be pushy."
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Arthur was sat still in silent contemplation. He wouldn't move, even though his backside had gone numb a few minutes ago, and his food had been placed within his cell. Luckily, it wasn't the normal crummy prison food, but actually decent food. Being the Queen had its perks. His body was in the small prison room, but his mind was out on the high seas.
He vaguely wondered how his crew were doing. He questioned their effectiveness, and their willingness a lot, and how they crew became powerful and well known was beyond him. In his eyes, they were a rag tag group of mismatched people, but they were the closest thing to a family. His laws on the sea weren't exactly approved by other pirates – women were welcomed on his ship, he had no need for sexism on his ship, and they always came in handy if he needed other duties to attend to.
Other pirates often scorned the way he sailed, but none of them exactly said it to his face – which was good for them, as they'd most likely be run through with a short sword – and as for a matter of fact wasn't exactly a pleasant way to go. Of course, Arthur himself had been stabbed a few times himself, very painful, not very agreeable with the body and blood system. But, Arthur never cared, not really. He'd only show concern when it was his 'family' faced at the short end of a blade or pistol.
He wasn't exactly called a demon pirate for no reason.
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So... uh, hey guys! I suppose I have nothing to say other than the fact that I AM SO SORRY! I honestly, swear to God, didn't mean for this to take so long to get out, and I know I shouldn't have any excuses; but 1. I blame Tumblr, and 2. I blame Misha Collins. That man is secretly the devil I am sure of it.