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Alfred x Matthew
Rated: T
Prince of Evil
Now, bow down to me!
A long, long time ago, there was a kingdom of unspeakable inhumanity.
And the person at the top was a prince at the age of only fourteen.
"Mattie," The haughty voice seemed to smirk, and his servant, with a like face, stood at attention, "I want you get rid of him." He couldn't stand the fact that his servant had an infatuation with that 'Wine-guzzling Bastard' (as Arthur would put it).
Matthew's eyes widened, and an invisible pain lit up behind frozen indigo, "Yes, My Prince," He bowed low at the waist, his hand at his heart as he looked to the ground, "Whatever you wish."
Matthew's hands were stained with the blood of his love the next day.
"How can this be happening?" Alfred snarled, though he looked almost terrified as he stared out the window, "How can they rebel against me?" It was that damn Arthur who was leading the rioting crowd.
A tap against his shoulder had him widening his blue eyes–
The clock struck three o'clock and indigo eyes (no one seemed to notice they were of the wrong shade) narrowed shroudly, "Oh, it's snack time."
Blue eyes widened again as the blade fell and the pain was so excruciating, 'Mattie!'
"He was indeed the prince of evil."