A/N: This story evolved from thrown-around ideas of an Ojamajo Doremi-Tudors crossover. Now it just has a medieval theme. The number '073' is the year, as years are counted from the start of the houses' reign, which is counted from January 1st (Or it's too confusing).

Disclaimer: I do not own Ojamajo Doremi. All I own is the plot and any characters that weren't in the series.

Chapter 01 – A New King
Kyoto Palace
16 June 073

Akatsuki was awoken by a knock at his door. He forced himself to sit up and rubbed his eyes, "Yes?"

The door creaked open and one of Akatsuki's closest friends, Lord Youhei, stepped into the room. He walked over to the foot of his bed and bowed his head, "Your Grace."

Akatsuki sighed, "Youhei, haven't I told you, countless times, not to be so formal with me when nobody else is around? It isn't like I'm King. It shouldn't even really matter. Now, what's up?"

Youhei hesitated. As Akatsuki looked him over, he noticed that he looked quite uncomfortable.

"What is it? Tell me."

"Uh, well… you are incorrect… You Majesty…" Youhei paused, "You are King."

"What?" Akatsuki jumped up, "Father is dead?"

Youhei sighed, "Yes. He passed at eighteen minutes past five this morning."

Akatsuki stepped closer to Youhei, "What time is it now?"

"Nearly six, Your Majesty."

"Don't refer to me like that!" he snapped, walking over to his closet. He sighed and recovered himself. "I'm sorry. You know how much I hate all this royal formality. Just please cease the titles."

Youhei stepped closer to him, "it's okay. I understand."

Akatsuki gave up at attempting finding clothes and sat on his bed, placing his head in his hands.

Akatsuki's father was in his mid-forties and over the last few years his health had declined after having a severe case of smallpox not long after Akatsuki's seventeenth birthday. His family were all aware that he didn't have long, and that he was going to die soon. But soon always seemed so far away…

"I feel too young to be King," Akatsuki said, "I'm not even twenty one."

"You will be in a few months," Youhei said back, "and now you would be finally able to marry the Lady Harukaze, You Maje—Akatsuki."

He laughed; a dry, humourless chuckle, "Yeah." His sarcasm couldn't have been any more evident if he had tried.

Lady Doremi Harukaze is the eldest daughter of Lord Keisuke of Misora, and the woman Akatsuki has wanted as his bride for years. His father, however, was against the notion. He wanted him to marry his distant cousin, Princess Keiko, who is somewhere in Sapporo. He insistently tried planning a betrothal, but Akatsuki had managed to halt any progress made. Now that he was King, it would be very easy for him to marry the Lady Harukaze. Though, as of current, that was the last thing on his mind.

It was silent for a few moments until Lord Youhei finally spoke, "Come on," he walked over to Akatsuki's closet. It wasn't his real one though. This one had only a few things he could wear. His proper one was a huge room full of every piece of clothing he owned. Youhei opened the doors and grabbed out something, "Here. Put this on. The Duke of Takayama wants to see you."

Akatsuki took the clothes and was grateful when Youhei didn't ask if he wanted him to dress him. That is something he has always adamantly refused. Why would you get someone to do something for you that you could clearly do yourself? It's so degrading.

He finished changing and Youhei led him over to another part of his estate, and to the Duke.

"Your Majesty," he said with a low bow.

"You wish to speak to me?" Akatsuki simply said.

"Uh, yes," Takayama responded, "But first I wanted to give you my sympathies. I was very saddened about the news of your father, His Majesty the King's, death."

Akatsuki nodded, "Thank you."

"I just wished to speak to you about your coronation which we are planning for next week. Well… unless you wish not to right now, Your Majesty…"

"No, it is fine, what is it? Hold on, come and sit down." Akatsuki led him over to two large plush chairs and they sat down.

Takayama started talking about all these ideas people are already having for his coronation, which is mildly surprising since the previous King hasn't even been dead for an hour. He kept going on and on, but Akatsuki wasn't listening. His mind was on a point Youhei raised.

"Must the coronation be next week?" Akatsuki interrupted.

"Well, it would be best, Your Majesty," he replied.

Akatsuki paused, in thought, "Do you think it would be possible to have a wedding before the coronation then?"

"It may be, Your Majesty."

"Hold on," Youhei said, "When were you thinking about marriage, Your Majesty?"

"Just now. I have been thinking about what you said. I wish to marry the Lady Harukaze."

"So you want a joint coronation?"

"Simply put, but yes."

"Well, I guess we could organise that, Your Majesty, it would just take a fair bit longer." Takayama said.

Akatsuki shrugged, "As long as it be done. You're dismissed."

Akatsuki got up and walked off, with Youhei trailing behind him. Takayama just stood there, a bewildered look on his face.

The two of them walked into Akatsuki's privy chamber, "You didn't have to be so rude to him," Youhei said, "He was just doing his job."

"Yes, but everything is so rushed. Can't they at least put my father in the ground before they start harassing me about my coronation? I've always resented being the heir. Why could I not just be the other Prince? Like my brothers." Akatsuki replied truthfully. He sat down at his desk and grabbed a piece of parchment and dipped his quill into the ink pot.

"Well, sometimes life isn't fair…" Youhei said, "Wait, who are you writing to?"

"Lady Harukaze. I wish for her to come to court again." Akatsuki replied. After a few moments of writing, he stood up and gestured for a guard standing in one corner of the room to come forward, "Please send this letter to Lady Harukaze at Misora Palace."

"Of course, sire." He said and left.

"So, now you're going to marry the Lady Harukaze?" Youhei asked

"Yes. She will come to court and we shall organise a betrothal. We shall have a joint coronation. She will be my Queen." Akatsuki simply said

"And you're sure that she will agree with this?" Youhei asked, "You have not seen her Ladyship for a while…"

"Why are you suddenly questioning me so much, Youhei?" Akatsuki said, his temper rising slightly, "Doremi once told me that while she loved being wealthy, she has always wanted to be a Princess. And being a Queen is definitely more rewarding than being a Princess."

"If it is your wish, Akatsuki…"

A/N: As I'm editing this chapter, I'm in the middle of writing Chapter 12. I promise it gets better. Every story starts off boring, right?