A/N: Da- I mean crap, I've been lazy since break and I'm finally getting to chapter drei. And I've even given my sis my wireless internet card so I won't be able to distract myself (crap, gotta avoid my psp too...). Anyways chapter three of His Majesty, His Hope, His Love.

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Yawning Seth stretched, occupying all the space on one of the room's two old leather seats. Frowning Seth glared out the window, 'Ion's taking quite a bit of time getting that breakfast,' Sitting up she scratched her mop of black hair. As she looked out the window and spun a bottle of anti-uv sunscreen on the window sill idly her stomach growled, reminding her that Ion was late in getting breakfast.

The doorknob turned, creaking as it allowed entry into the room, opening with Ion carefully holding a tray, laden with different breakfast dishes including waffles, pancakes, eggs, cereal, and toast paired with two glasses and three pitchers containing water, milk, and orange juice.

Seth hovered over his shoulder as he placed the tray on a table under the window.

"Looks delicious," Seth commented swiping a piece of toast, munching on it next to Ion's ear.

"Please don't eat in our ear," Ion politely asked as he filled himself a glass of water, dropping some blood pills into it. Drinking, he glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Seth consuming the food as quickly as she could. Just about choking on his drink he set it down before asking, "Seth! Please do tell what your doing?"

Answering with a half-eaten waffle in one hand and a partially eaten egg in the other, "I'm eating, what else would I be doing?"

Clearing his throat Ion commented delicately, " Please don't eat like that, it resembles one of the Terran escorts, Father Nightroad's , poor eating habits,"

Giggling, the girl waved her waffle in front of Ion, "Surely you aren't saying I eat like my dear elder brother?" she mischievously added to get a rise out of Ion.

As expected the noble exclaimed wide-eyed, "What! How can that foolish Terran priest ever be a relative of our Majesty much less elder sibling?" then it occurred to him: How Nightroad always knew what would happen, how wounds mysteriously healed at Methuselah speeds, why Esther was terrified of him after the encounter with Radu, could activate ancient pre-armageddon devices without hacking it, and finally how he could mourn for 900 was not human nor Methuselah, the only explanation was Krsnik, same as Seth.

"He's my because he is," Seth explained simply, from back on the MARS colony as Krsnik number three with the other Krusniks: Cain, Abel, and Lilith. Explaining Cain's accident and following insanity, dragging her and Abel with him into Armageddon. How after the war she, with a group of Methuselah. How her most trusted servant helped serve for her publicly, which passed down the responsibility to her child Mirka. Finishing up she weakly stated nibbling on the final piece of toast, "And if it wasn't for a few hopeful children that helped me build the empire, I would've been truly alone."

After soaking in all the information she told him, the blond Methuselah wrapped an arm around his empress and ran his fingers trough her black tresses, ignoring the maple syrup he was most likely getting on his clothes, "We feel sorry for thee." Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she returned the embrace.

"No need to feel sorry for me," Seth whispered, a small smirk growing on her face, "Ion, look at me," a blush slowly rose to her face as he did.

When he looked down at her she swiftly rose to take his lips with her own. In a burst of surprise he burst open, but promptly closed them as he returned her affections, feeling euphoric even after she pulled away. The red-faced empress turned away, "Di-did you like it?"

Confessing honestly, "Yes, we loved it, but I love you," smirking before taking her in with another kiss.

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E/N: The end, don't plan on writing anymore on this story. Got other idea to write such as a Final Fantasy Tactics story thought up, intending on writing a Strawberry panic work and a To Aru Majetsu no Index story, not to mention an original story I'm attempting to write.

Good bye everyone!