A/N: IM ALIVE! I am SO sorry that this update took so long, but I had to rewrite this thing three times. I write mainly on my phone's notepad, and the first time, I cleared my computer and lost the document, the second time, my phone literally broke and i could not get the document back, and now it is finally here! Yes, it took a while because I had to do my senior project and literally had no free time. I still need to finish my driver's ed by march too. And get a job. Anyway! No, I DID NOT FORGET ABOUT MY FRUK FIC, SAME HAPPENED TO THAT TOO. DELETIONS However, I will try updating that one as soon as I can, but i need to redevelop my plot line. For this, fic, I have thought through my plot a little more, so now I can move things along a lot quicker now. ANYWAY. I am posting this one and will write maybe one or two more chapters tonight since it is already 10:14 p.m. They will be posted tomorrow afternoon at the earliest!.
The sound of fine china could be heard echoing about the room. Well mostly because it was the best friend of silence. Arthur stared at the floor, this was so odd. Thank goodness he had taken off his coat or he would be sweating like a nervous wreck. How could he be queen!? This was preposterous. Alfred was sitting by the window with his legs on the window sill. He always seemed to sit on there. Even though that wasn't exactly proper, Arthur still thought he somehow still managed to keep his composure and was actually quite attractive. Every now and then Arthur would check to see if Alfred would look at him. However the only things Alfred seemed to be interested in were everything but Arthur. The room began to feel like it was closing in with the amount of tangible uneasiness. "Arthur dear you needn't be so shy. ". Arthur looked up at the current queen. His fingers traced the designs on the fine teacup he was holding. "I understand," Arthur replied. The queen attempted to comfort him. The king and the queen shared a few words before the queen visibly took in a breath, exhaled, and then relaxed. "From now on you will be training under my servants and I personally. So before we start anything, do you have any questions?" Her voice sounded like the tingle of bells. It was so kind and gentle. "J-ust one..." Arthur tried to find his voice. "How did you know I was the queen?" Arthur tensed and finished,"-with all do respect your majesty, forgive my tongue to be so blunt." He bowed his head.
Now was when Alfred decided to look. Then his eyes gazed at the green letter in his own pocket. He frowned and began to think.
The queen laughed lightly. "No need to be so formal. You are part of the royal family now. You may address me as Queen Jones, or the High Queen" Arthur nodded slowly. "And to answer your question,Arthur, you are aware that all the queens have a gift of magic, don't you?" Arthur's attention perked. "Yes, of course. For Spades' sake I'd be pitied if I didn't know..." The queen nodded to Arthur's reply. "Well no magic can replicate the level of skill you hold nor can it come close to making a mark identical to mine, my king's and Alfred's." At this Arthur turned to look at the Prince. So the Kings had it too? Well then where was it. Alfred turned and looked at Arthur with a slight smirk which prompted Arthur to turn and look back at his tea. The king and queen exchanged knowing glances then rose in unison. "We shall take our leave now to prepare for dinner. Arthur, when you are done here, please meet me in the sub-queen's chambers." Alfred stood and fixed his tie. "Mother, where are you going?" The maiden laughed and the king answered. "You two are to be married in a fortnight, yes? You two should probably become acquainted." Alfred was about to object when the two guards standing outside of the door closed said doors. Arthur looked at his tea. "I'm sorry... If I can say so..."
Alfred sighed loudly and then went to take a chair across from Arthur. Hunching over and holding his own hands together he looked at the teacup Arthur was fidgeting with. "Look Arthur. I know it seems like I hate you. And I apologize, it is just...well".
Arthur sighed and finished for him. "Not what you expected...I know..." Alfred quirked a brow. "Well...it is more complicated than that...however ... Putting that aside the main reason is that I have some issues of which need to be attended to...I'm just afraid..." Arthur's eyes widened and then Alfred sighed. There was a quiet silence. Alfred? Afraid of what? Arthur took this as a good time to leave and began to gather his things. "I shall see you at dinner..."
Arthur left and began walking down the hall. Great. They discussed nothing. Upon finally entering the secondary queen's chamber, Arthur closed the door and slid down to the floor. Why was everything so complicated? Arthur knotted his fingers into his hair. A soft voice was heard. Arthur looked up to see that the current queen was clearing her throat. His eyes widened and his cheeks tinted red in embarrassment. "Your majesty!" The Queen smiled and chuckled lightly. "You and Alfred not getting along?" She guessed as she approached him a bit. "No..." Arthur chewed his lip and adverted his eyes. Why did she even care? "Don't chew your lip Arthur. It isn't high class." Arthur stopped immediately, muttering an apology. The queen excused him nonchalantly then smiled again. "We best get you started for supper, hm?"
Alfred took his glasses off and brought his hand to the bridge of his nose. Sighing, he closed his eyes. He had no clue what to do, reaching his hand into his pocket to make sure that the letter in his pocket was still there. Maybe he should ask his father what to do, then again...well he'd be at loss of his crown for sure. Gulping nervously he decided this would be something to keep to himself. 'Though, Arthur did smell nice...' Alfred shook his head and chuckled, walking out of the room and pushing open the door. Time to get ready for dinner.
Upon reaching his room, Alfred walked inside and then began to dress. Though he made sure to leave his letter on his desk.
Arthur arrived to the dinner alongside the queen who was happily discussing some wedding plans with Arthur until they entered the dining hall throughout he meal Alfred had managed to pick up the right tools and eat like a gentleman. Of course the royals were impressed with Arthur's manners. Though all that could be heard throughout the dinner were the sounds of forks and knives scratching on plates and the occasional sip of wine. Arthur poked his fork into a fluffy, juicy piece of meat and then promptly stuck it into his mouth. The meat practically melted on his tongue. Back at home meat was only really served on Christmas dinners. Well, meat like this anyway.
The Brit exhaled heavily through his nose and looked up a bit and through the large windows. They stood maybe more than 9 feet and stretched to the decorated ceiling. The heavy navy curtains hung warmly around the narrow windows and draped to the floor. The sun was setting and it was quite beautiful from this view...
"-thur?" "Arthur?"
Arthur quickly looked around the table. "I'm sorry, could you please repeat that? Forgive me your majesties..."
The king waved his hand dismissively and closed his eyes before spooning more of his soup into his mouth. "What do you think for the wedding? Silver or lavender for the bridesmaids?" Arthur swallowed thickly and then hesitated, looking at Alfred, who's hands were sweaty and his body somewhat tense as he was hunched over his soup, eyes on his mother. The king gently patted Alfred's back. "Sit up..." Alfred did so and rolled his shoulder a boy before moving his neck.
So the decision really was his. "Em...silver I suppose." Arthur spoke quietly and then proceeded to his own soup.
"Oh wonderful! I know just the design! And of course we will have to finish with the coronation..."
The queen talked throughout the rest of the evening, but her voice faded as Arthur kept looking at Alfred. Now the king was sitting up and looking his son down suspiciously. Alfred knew he was not going to be able to hide things for long.