Hey guys! It's surprise time! This is my surprise story.

P.S- I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING (besides the story)

Chapter 1: Meeting with the Royal Faimly

It's been two years since Marth and Roy had last seen Ike, and it was really getting to the two royals. Marth studied and studied about time travel and magic voids and may other things, but to the now eighteen year old prince's demise, he came up with nothing. Once again, the young prince was in the royal library of Altea, researching. He was in the library for hours on end, researching anything he could find even slightly related to their predicament. Then Jeigan, Marth's guardian soon entered the library and walked up to the young prince. "Prince Marth?" he asked as Marth quickly closed his book and turned.

"Yes Jeigan? Am I needed somewhere?" he asked as Jeigan gestured him to stand then handed the young prince his cape and sheathed sword, which he hardly wore around the place.

"Yes sire. The royal family of Pherae has come to speak with you and your father (yes, Marth's father is still alive (but only him))." Jeigan replied as Marth nodded and walked to the throne room, where his father was waiting. "Father. I have arrived. Have they come yet?" he asked as his father gestured him outside where the lord and duke of Pherae were waiting. "Hello." Marth said quietly, his shyness coming into affect, even though he was quite known to the Pheraean family.

"Good afternoon Mar...Prince Marth-" the duke stutter as he looked at his father, who was laughing to himself. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Good afternoon King Cornelius."

"Good afternoon Sir Roy, Lord Eliwood. Please come in. Marth...please so them to the conference room." King Cornelius instructed the young prince.

"Yes Father. If you would come this way." Marth gestured to Roy and Eliwood as they walked off. As soon as he was out of his father's sight, Marth sighed before laughing to himself. "So...do you think I convinced him?" he asked as Eliwood laughed quietly to himself.

"You did better than Roy." he commented as Roy blushed.

"I'm trying! It's just hard."

"You're seventeen. What's hard about it?" Eliwood asked as Marth led them to the conference room.

"Not stuttering. How do you do it Marth?" Roy asked as Eliwood sat on one end, Roy sitting next to him, and Marth sitting in between Roy and the seat his father would be taking.

"Years of practice. And you get more practice. Here comes Father." he gestured as he sat up straighter, nudging Roy in the side underneath the table so he could sit up straighter as well.

"Alright. Lord Eliwood, why have you chosen to come today?" Cornelius asked as Eliwood cleared his throat.

"Well, as you know Zephiel has been attacking Pherae quite often. And you have been sending us troops and supplies, but I fear that that's not enough." Eliwood sighed as he looked at Roy.

"Zephiel attacks have taken out your troops by the masses Your Highness. And he's started to attack the castle." Roy added as he looked at Marth, who was looking at his Father.

"So are you asking for more troops?" King Cornelius asked as Roy and Eliwood exchanged a nervous glance.

"Yes and no milord. If you can't send us more troops, then at least we would ask for more resources for our remaining sources." Eliwood said as Cornelius grew a tiresome look on his face.

"We've sent you more than half our troops. When will we get them back if we send you more?" he asked, a small smirk coming across his face.

"Father! That's not the point. Pherae is on the brink of a war they might not be able to win. We must send them more troops without thinking about Altea." Marth cried as his father looked at him.

"What will we do if Zephiel soon chooses to attack Altea with our lowing troops. What shall we do then?" he asked as Marth grew silent before answering.

"I...Um..."

"Exactly. We need troops for troops we send." he replied as he looked at Eliwood.

"But Your Highness. We don't have many troops to offer." Roy cried as Eliwood put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down some.

"Then I'm afraid we can't send anymore. We are down to our last hundreds, whereas we used to have thousands." Cornelius replied as Roy stole a glance at Marth, who stole a glance at him.

"But Father! Please, we must do something for Pherae." Marth cried as his father looked at him. "Resources alone aren't enough."

"Well Prince Marth...When you find a way to send more troops, please inform me." Cornelius replied as Marth stood in anger.

"I'll go."

"What? Prince Marth. You will not leave this castle to go fight for another-" his father started as Marth continued to talk.

"Milord...Sir Roy...I, Prince Marth of Altea will volunteer myself and my small army to fight. It's not a lot of people, but it contains some of the best cavilers and archers in Altea." Marth stated as Roy smiled and looked at his father, who was slightly smiling as well.

"Thank you Prince Marth. You will be forever honored in the house of Pherae." Eliwood stated as Cornelius grabbed Marth's wrist and spun him around.

"Where did this crazed idea of yours come from? You will be crowned king in a year. What will we do if you die in another country?" Cornelius asked as Marth groaned, then placed his arm at his side.

"What will Sir Roy do if he's stripped off his crown by some evil man? What will happen to the royal family? What will happen to Pherae?" Marth yelled as Cornelius stood, a menacing glare in his eyes.

"This meeting is now over. Sir Roy, Lord Eliwood, I will have the castle staff give both of you a room in the castle and we will continue this conversation later. Prince Marth, come with me." his father demanded as he grabbed the eighteen-year old by his tunic collar and dragged him outside, and into the prince's room.

"Marth! What were you thinking saying that you'd go to that cursed country!?" Kind Cornelius asked as Marth gasped slightly at his father's tone before answering.

"They need our help Father. And if the current king won't help, the future king will!" he yelled as his father growled before grabbing him by his tunic.

"You're insane Marth! You will not go and help them. You are to stay in this castle under my orders! Do you understand?" he asked as Marth lowered his cerulean eyes.

"No."

"What?"

"I don't understand Father. Why can I not help Pherae. Lord Eliwood and Sir Roy would help us...so why don't we help them?!" Marth asked, tears streaming down his eyes as he thought of his best friend and his father dying in an unwinnable war just because his country didn't help them. "Why can't I go?" he asked softly as he wiped his tears with the back of his gloved-hand.

"Because...you'll be king in a year and you'll die in that battle."

"So are you saying Pherae's weak? Are you saying I'm weak?" Marth asked as he stood, reaching just below his father's height.

"I may be...I may not be. But just know, you will not-"

"I said I would and I'm going Father! You can't change that! I'm going out of my free will because I want to help Pherae! Not because someone's making me! And I thought you of all people would understand! But I guess I was wrong." he growled as he turned away from his father, who quickly grabbed his wrist, swung him around, and slapped him. Marth cringed at the pain, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall out. He wasn't a small child anymore, his father couldn't hurt him that way.

"I repeat myself once more. You will not be going to Pherae to help them. You will stay in Altea until you coronation. Do I make myself clear?" Marth was silent. He was on the floor, trying to hold back his tears as he held his throbbing left cheek. He only glared at his father, not daring to say yes. "I see where we stand. Then I must take matters into my own hands." he sighed as he left the room, much to Marth's pleasure, but not before hearing a small click. "Wha-? No. Father! Let me out! I'm not a child anymore!" he cried as he banged on his locked bedroom door, his father only muttering to himself.

"You may be almost king, but you need to learn to stop acting like a child Prince Marth. I'll let you out for dinner, then you'll go straight to your room once more. Do I make myself clear this time?" he growled as Marth banged his head on the door.

"Yes Father." he whispered as he let the tears flow and fall on the carpeted floor of his room. I'm not a child anymore. Father only treats me like one because he doesn't think I'm ready to be King. But I'll show him. He can't stop me from helping Pherae and Roi-kun. I need to get out.

"Marusu?" someone called from outside the door as Marth dried his eyes and sniffed.

"W-Who is it?"

"It's me, Roy. I heard everything. Can I come in?" he asked as he twisted the door knob then gasped.

"Father locked me in." Marth sighed as he laid out on his bed. "Do you think you could get me out?"

"Maybe. Let's see if I still can." he laughed as Marth smiled beneath his tears as Roy placed his blade in the door. He grunted some while twisting it around, and after about a minute or so, the door clicked and Roy let himself in. "Marusu..." he said sadly as he saw his friend curled up on his bed, his eyes puffy and red. "I'm so sorry Marusu. I heard everything. I think you were being very brave."

"Thank you."

"Listen. I think I have a lead on how to find Ike." Roy started as the young prince gasped and looked at the red-haired duke.

"Really?" the young prince asked, hope finally sparking in his tear rimmed eyes. "Let's talk later though. The wrong person might hear us."

"Alright. See you at dinner Marusu." Roy called as he walked out the door, closing it like it was still "locked". No one knows when, but soon, the young midnight blue-haired prince fell asleep, his thoughts on his mercenary friend.

End of chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed. I'm starting my SSB x Reader, which I'll be doing amongst the release of my other stories, so watch out for that.

See u guys l8tr!