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Tempus Vernum	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16

Ludwig and Gilbert still lay in each other arms after two more rounds of intense lovemaking. Gilbert thought he would have more stamina then he did, and it was HE who had to cut the fucking short. Ludwig was set to go one more round before Gilbert had to put a stop to it. He did compromise with a blowjob, though. They had lost track of time but knew they would have to leave soon. Having to part soon from one another only made them cuddle closer. Gilbert had the whole right half of his body resting atop of Ludwig's, enjoying the gentle stroking of strong fingers through his white hair.

"I never want to leave this cave." Gilbert whispered into Ludwig's neck. "I want to just stay here with you forever."

"And I never want to let you go. I want you in my arms all the time…not just on special nights like this one."

Gilbert leaned his head up to kiss Ludwig's smiling lips. "I know. I wish we could be together openly. Not having to worry about who sees us or care about the judgment of others."

Ludwig sighed. "Yes, that would be lovely. However, things aren't that easy yet and perhaps, as much as I hate to say it, we should be getting back." Gilbert pouted. "Remember, we both have a reputation to keep." Ludwig held him closer. "How do you think the Dark Court would feel if I came barging in on a white stallion to rescue you?"

Gilbert grinned. "I would say, 'come steal me away'!" He kissed him. "Do we have to go?"

"Yes. Now get this perfect rump moving and get dressed, and that doesn't mean hump me." Gilbert rolled off of him to give Ludwig his back, but purposefully opened his wings to buzz them. "Oh, now that's not fair. You can't show off those lovely things to get your way."

"Oh yeah? Watch me." Gilbert buzzed them again, but yelped with a firm slap was met on his ass. "Hey!" He teased.

"You were asking for it." Ludwig stood up and gathered his robes.

"Wait! Let me dress you!" Gilbert took the robes from Ludwig.

"Why? You're not my servant or groom? And I don't look at you that way either."

"But I want to do it!" Gilbert helped Ludwig into his undergarments and then slipped the red robe over his head. He buckled the belt and picked up the staff, handing it to his lover. As he was brushing out some wrinkles with his hands, he felt himself encased in Ludwig's embrace and pressed against the other's body. Ludwig brought him in to another deep kiss, lifting his feet off the floor as he did. "Stop this right now, you horny monk!" Gilbert laughed when he pulled his mouth away. "Four times is enough! You want me to break?"

"Never." Ludwig lowered him back onto his feet. "What about all this stuff?"

"Leave it. It's not important; plus the furs and silks are covered in food and ale."

"Oh, right. Um…may I dress you?"

Gilbert smiled and tossed his garments of white to Ludwig. "Go for it."

Ludwig began the dressing. He put on Gilbert's white pants first, yet couldn't stop himself from kissing the soft skin of his lower belly just above the small patch of white. He heard Gilbert mumble something about being ticklish, but Ludwig was more interested in the soft feel of his skin and his smell. "If we had the option of being together, I would make you walk around naked all the time, just for my eyes, of course." He stroked the muscles of Gilbert's stomach. "This snow white body is just…" he kissed the belly button.

"Yes, it's all yours." Gilbert bopped him on the head. "Can I have my tunic now, please?" He held his arms up as Ludwig slipped it over his head. "I wonder what time it is? Maybe we can catch the sunrise!" He gasped in delight. "Oh yes! Come on, let's catch the sunrise!"

"Whatever you say."

Gilbert led him through the cavern tunnels and out the entrance to the woods once again. They both looked up to see the red stars fading away as dawn was just approaching. Eager to see the sunrise from up high, Gilbert hooked his arms under Ludwig's shoulders and flew him up to the top of the mountain. He carefully set his lover down on his feet and joined him by his side. He took Ludwig's hand and threaded their fingers together. With his other hand he pointed out over the horizon of trees where a single line of light was slowly starting to emerge. Together they watched as the sun grow larger as it slowly arose from its sleep and up towards the sky. They watched as the sun's glow brought the treetops into view. The warmth of the rays kissed their skin and they stood closer to one another.

"I hate to see this night end." Said Gilbert.

"We will have many more nights like it." Ludwig told him.

"Yeah, but not for awhile." He tilted his head to kiss Ludwig's cheek. "My Ludwig."

"My Gilbert." Ludwig turned to him and took both hands into his own. "Gilbert, will you do something for me?"

"Of course! Just name it."

Ludwig found himself blushing softly, and it was hard to get the actual words out. "I know that we are…bonded here in the Fairy Realm but not in the Human Realm. We have our own…procedures dealing with the promise of love, devotion, and marriage. Now that I am a Master Monk, I have the ability and the right to pledge myself to someone. In all cases it has to be a woman…but I doubt the Green Mother actually worries about tiny matters like that."

"What are you saying, Ludwig?" He grinned.

"Well…I guess what I'm saying is…would you swear your love and devotion to me in the Human Realm? It doesn't have to mean a marriage, just a promise of togetherness…in a spiritual sense. The laws of the Fairy Realm do not apply in my world. Besides, you are already married and being twice in two different worlds isn't…" he couldn't find a word for it.

"What if I don't mind being married twice?" He saw Ludwig's features pale, and then they turned beet red. "The Green Mother accepts my marriage to Alfred in this world…and she can except our marriage in the human world. I see nothing wrong with that. Do you?"

"Um…I…n-no. But do you really think marriage is necessary? That will only complicate things right now. Perhaps the marriage can wait until things change around here."

Gilbert frowned. "That could take years…and you're not getting any younger."

"Gilbert," he squeezed the hands gently "I promise you that we will be married. But for now, I would like you to swear your love and devotion to me in my world. I have read up on the ritual, I can even perform it for us. It would only be the two of us; no one else needs to be present for our bonding. Remember, this is for the human realm, not the fairy one." He searched his lover's eyes to try and read the expression in them. When those pink orbs sparkled and those pink lips smiled, Ludwig knew he had his answer.

"I want to be your fairy in the Human Realm! I accept your proposal!"

Ludwig couldn't resist wrapping his arms around Gilbert's waist and swinging the fairy in circles. He could honestly say that he was now truly happy, and it was the dawn of a brand new day. Suddenly the world seemed a much brighter and happier place.

/

But duty calls.

Ludwig sat at the head of the meeting table in the private wing of Arthur's castle. He watched as the Dark King paced back and forth along the floor, his hands folded behind him and his eyes red with bloody tears. Ludwig was still dreaming about his night with Gilbert even though the king was hurting. He knew that there were still responsibilities he had to the Dark King, and he would have to fulfill them, as was his duty. There was only one more day for Arthur to consider the terms presented to him by the Pure Bloods and Ludwig feared that in the end, it would be HIM who would ultimately make the decision.

"Your majesty…how may I assist you?" He asked humbly.

Arthur stopped pacing to look at him. "Solve all my problems for me."

Ludwig smiled. "If you can solve mine, then I will help to solve yours."

"Well met, Mr. Monk." Arthur chuckled, running a hand through his blonde hair. "So, you know of the proposals from the Pure Bloods? I'm sure you remember them?"

Ludwig couldn't help but stare at Arthur's bloodied tears as they dripped down his cheeks. It seemed as if the king did not even know he was crying. "I do, your highness. I will try and assist you in making a haste and…useful decision that will ultimately define your role here as Dark Fairy King."

The king rests his folded arms on the top of his royal chair. "Tell me, Ludwig, what would you do in my situation?" He smiled. "Give me your honest answer. Based on what you know and what you've observed. What would you do in my place?"

Ludwig was unsure of how to answer such a question. It seemed that the king was looking for further opinions in hopes of making his choice. Ludwig was always taught that honesty was the best policy. "Your grace, if I were in your position…and this is speaking straight from my honesty; I would have done what was expected of me when I first came to reign. But, that is also the kind of person I am. I am sworn to my duties and accept my responsibilities. I will always strive to do better than good." The king seemed amused by his words, and started walking over to him while dragging his nails along the tabletop.

"That is very honorable. But, let us trade places." Arthur stood before him, smirking, with his fangs showing bright. "Here you stand, and there I sit. Say you were the king, presented with these terms by your enemy from a race you despise. What choice would YOU make? And be honest. For it you are not honest with me, Mr. Monk, I will cut out your tongue."

Ludwig stared at him, wide-eyed, as the king kept an eerie smile plastered on his face. What was strange is that Ludwig already knew how to answer, despite his morals, values, beliefs, and judgment. "My lord…if I were you right now…I would accept the first term. By subjecting myself to the Light Court King, I can learn from his ways and see how he makes my people thrive. You can learn a lot from your enemies so long as you remain friends. The changes would take many centuries, yes. It may be hard to bend the knee to King Roderich and have to answer only to him…while he rakes in the benefits and gains the love of the Dark Fairies." Ludwig stood up from his chair and turned to Arthur, looking down at him. "King Roderich will put in all his power, money, and forces into bringing up my kingdom from ruins. As my people grow stronger, so will my willpower and my crown. Slowly, we would nudge the memory of Dark Fairy pride into their hearts, reminding them of how far they've come. When they realize how strong and powerful they are, they will want to regain their freedom as individuals. They will wish to be their own kingdom once again. And who better to lead a crusade of healthy Dark Fairies to their freedom but your son, Prince Alfred. Prince Alfred has the pioneering spirit and by that time, and his age, I'm certain he would view the world, and his duties, in a new light."

Arthur licked his lips.

"And then…once my people were strong and properly armed…" his voice dropped to a whisper "I will march them into Light Court territory, fight, and regain my individuality. Then, my kingdom will be powerful once again, and by that time it will be me that Roderich fears."

The king's expression was unreadable, until his lips slowly grew into a large grin. To Ludwig's utter amazement, the corners of Arthur's mouth stretched all the way to his ears, showing numerous sharp teeth. Ludwig's knees buckled under him in fear and terror at the sight.

"Fear not, Mr. Monk. I will not harm you. On the contrary, I wish to honor you and your great knowledge!" Arthur flew back to his seat and let his monstrous smile fade into that of a normal one. "I just got so excited that I forgot myself for a moment there. I apologize." He was still smiling.

"I-It's alright." Ludwig feared for a moment that Arthur's jaws would open wide like that of a snake and devour him whole. Just what kind of power did Arthur have? And what kind of fairy WAS he?

"That is a perfect plan! You are an evil person on the inside, Ludwig. Being a monk does not suit you. You should be a leader; a king; a great crusader. I wouldn't want you for my enemy."

Ludwig held his trembling hands in his lap. For some reason, aside from the large sharp toothed mouth, Arthur was frightening him.

"But this raises another question in my mind, monk. Why tell me this when you are friends with the Light Court King? How do I know you won't tell him of your ideas?" Arthur smirked, his eyes glowing green and turning snake-like.

Ludwig couldn't tell him it was because of Gilbert, so he had to figure out something else to say. "My King, the reason why I am choosing to help you more is because you have been so kind to me. You hold me in such high regards and not many humans have done that for me. I like being accepted for who I am. King Roderich hasn't been…a very generous king to me and I do not always agree with his decisions. This first term, I think, is the best way to bring about peace. And who knows? Perhaps you will come to like how things are being run. Or on the other hand, maybe Roderich will find that he does not want the Dark Court and hands it back to you. There are so many possibilities that come with peace. This term is the fastest way to achieve that. My ultimate goal here is to bring about that peace, so I will never betray you in that way. Whatever passes between us does not get spoken to Roderich. And just maybe…this is a long shot, but just maybe Roderich has already thought about this. This new world will have to be played carefully and cautiously, like a game of chess."

Arthur slowly clapped his hands. "Bravo. I like how you brought up the idea that Roderich may already know of that plan, or suspects that it may happen that way." The king stood up from his chair and walked over to Ludwig once again. "I believe you, Ludwig. I know you will hold true to me; that you will never, ever lie to me. Right?"

Ludwig pictured Francis in his mind, and found himself giving a nod. "Yes, your majesty. I would never lie to you." That gave him a sharp pain of uneasiness in his stomach. He just flat out lied right to the king's face after promising not to lie. What a hypocrite he has become. Should Arthur find out he knew all this time about the whereabouts of Francis… "I am dutiful to you and your family."

Arthur stroked Ludwig's cheek. "You're well respected here, Mr. Monk. I will have my people write up my acceptation of the first term and I will have YOU deliver it. Do you consent?"

"I do."

"Well then, Ludwig, you may be on your way. Give my people an hour or so to write it up and then you can leave for the Light Court. You are dismissed."

Later in the day…

After having dropped the document off with Toris, Ludwig arrived at Sadiq's place of work, still feeling refreshed and energized. Last night had proven to be wonderful and Ludwig found himself replaying the events over and over again, even as he walked into the weapon maker's shop. Upon entering, he was surprised to see Heracles up and working in the armory part of the shop. Ludwig looked at the dummy model where a set of shining silver armor adorned the body. Heracles was still hard at work adding, what would seem to be, a shoulder piece. He was told of Heracles making him armor and wondered if this set was supposed to be his? Heracles noticed his presence when he turned to hammer more of the armor of an anvil. Ludwig nodded his head in greeting to the other.

"Good day to you, sir." Ludwig said politely.

"Just call me Heracles. Or Herc. It doesn't matter which." The fairy replied softly, and very slowly.

"May I ask what you are working on?"

Heracles looked to the armor. "This is your armor. I'm not quite finished with it yet, but I will be shortly. I just have a few odds and ends to fix up."

Ludwig walked over to the dummy to examine the silver armor. "It is beautiful craftsmanship…unlike that of which I've ever seen. Are you sure it will fit me?"

"You have the same build as Sadiq so I just used him. And it's all made from pure fairy silver. The armor will shape properly to your body. Since you are a human, the effects of silver will protect you against evil beings. Adorning this armor will keep you safe from monsters and demons."

Ludwig bowed. "I am grateful to you for making something so exquisite for me."

Heracles shrugged his shoulders. "It's what I do, and the king ordered me to make it so." He went back to work. "Sadiq is in his office and is awaiting you. Best not keep him. Go straight through that door until you reach the end, and then make a right. It's a large red oak door that you can not miss."

"Thank you."

Ludwig followed Heracles' directions and soon found himself standing outside of Sadiq's office. Taking the ring of the doorknocker, Ludwig knocked three times. It was silent for a moment, but then he heard Sadiq's voice giving him permission to enter. Lifting the handle he entered the room, which was heavy with smoke and smelled of incense. He covered his mouth with his sleeve to cough a few times before becoming accustomed to the smell. Just like Sadiq's mushroom house, this office of his was no different in setup. Curtains of decorated silk and velvet lined the walls; the floor covered with cushions and furs while strings of beads lined the ceiling. Sadiq sat in the center of the room among the plush tasseled pillows smoking that hookah while dressed from head to toe in a style that was all his own. The red robes and gold toggles, with the large mushroom plume hat atop his head gave the illusion that he was more than just a weapon maker, but a nobleman. In some ways, Sadiq dressed in a manner that would outshine the Light Court King. His white mask was not present this day, and sharp green eyes smiled at him as a puff of gray smoke blew from his nostrils.

"Welcome back, Ludwig. Please, have a seat. Share in a drink, a smoke, and a treat?"

The monk took a seat among the cushions and accepted the floating goblet of wine and a tray of tarts, each of which were presented to him. "Thank you for your hospitality." He took a bite of the tart.

"I'm glad you could make it." Sadiq took a puff from the hookah. "I want to tell you more about that staff."

"Yes. I am eager to hear more about it."

Suddenly, the door slammed shut and locked, the sound echoing in the room. Ludwig looked all around as the curtains fell from the walls and the room grew dark. A split second later the room was alight once again, only this time with floating flames. "What is this about?" Ludwig asked.

"I want what passes here between us today to stay in this darkness." Sadiq held out his palm between them and let a flame of silver sparkle before them. "I have news to report to you; and these words are to be heard by your ears and your ears alone." Sadiq's features were firm. "You must promise not to tell anyone what passes between us today. Do you understand?"

Ludwig nodded. "I do. I even have…something to discuss with you that I wish to keep under lock and key. Do you consent?"

Sadiq smirked and with a wave of his hand, a jeweled encrusted dagger appeared. Taking the hilt with one hand, he slit open his palm and dribbled his blood onto the silver flame, making it burst alight with an echoing roar. "I swear that whatever words you speak to me this day will never leave this room. I swear this upon my life and my blood."

Ludwig nodded. "Would you like to go first?" He held up the staff.

The butterfly fairy took the staff in both hands, trailing his eyes up and down the length. "The Dark Court family has reason to fear this staff…and to fear you." Ludwig raised a brow, but then he urged Sadiq to continue. "It all started with Arthur's father. Arthur's father was born strange, and the genes passed on to Arthur. Now unlike fairies, they have other genes inside of them. Other beings, you could say. The science is complicated so I won't bore you with it. So this staff reacts to those genes."

"So what do you mean by beings? You mean monsters?"

Sadiq winked. "Something like that. Both Arthur and his sons have alternate forms. I've been told tales of Arthur's form, but apparently the boys haven't experienced their own shape-shifting forms yet. And if we can, lets keep it that way."

"So you're saying that King Arthur has a different form that he can change in to? What makes him change? Do you know?"

"That I'm not sure of. If he could control it then he would have attacked the Light Court long ago. I think he needs a stimulus to trigger it. Something like, finding out that Francis is dying."

Ludwig frowned. "It bothers me that…when King Roderich went and spoke to King Arthur, he openly lied right to his face about Francis. Arthur confided in Roderich about Francis and he flat out lied. I know he did. Keeping Francis a secret is killing me."

"All the more reason now to keep it a secret, or else we risk Arthur turning into a monstrous beast and attacking us all."

Ludwig's eyes shifted from side-to-side as he tried to picture what Arthur's monster form would look like. This would explain the scales, the sharp teeth, and snake-like eyes. He pictured a large serpent-like dragon with big eyebrows. It was almost comical. But if Matthew and Alfred also have beast forms, then what would THEY look like? He couldn't picture Matthew being anything scary. Maybe a large rabbit with sharp teeth; or a massive mouse with an ear-piercing squeak. Alfred he pictured as a giant harpy or some other demonic bird-like creature. Now he knew why Alfred's skin burned when the staff touched him.

"So in case something happens…you'll be our hero." Sadiq smiled at Ludwig's stunned expression. "You're not afraid to fight a giant Arthur snake, are you?"

"It should never come to that." Ludwig decided that maybe, knowing what he knows now, that Arthur will NEVER find out about Francis.

"Now, what is it you want to tell me?" He took another puff and offered the pipe to Ludwig, who turned it away.

"I fear I have two issues to speak with you about. They are both tied together, but have two separate outcomes. There is a monk in my world; a head monk who is the master of all of us. He can speak with the Green Mother, can see things we humans can't, and apparently knows much more about the past than we do. He can see Ivan even though he is not dying. I believe he knows about my ability to see fairies."

Sadiq narrowed his brows. "That's strange. What color are his eyes?"

"They are pale, as if he were blind." The other nodded. "But I believe I KNOW how he obtained these powers. He wasn't born with them like I was…he obtained them from somewhere." Ludwig leaned forward. "The Pure Bloods bestowed this power upon him."

Sadiq dropped the pipe from his hand, utterly shocked and surprised. "What makes you think that? And how do you know?"

"This is where the terrible part comes in. While snooping through this monk's room, his name is Jasper by the way, I found the skeletal remains of an infant fairy baby. A fairy baby…with horns and wings. And this is not just any fairy baby."

Sadiq's eyes held firm with his. "Are you saying it was a royal baby?"

A nod. "Arthur's stillborn. A little girl, one he had between a miscarriage and before Matthew. The Pure Bloods somehow obtained the child and brought it to Jasper who consumed it. I spoke to Kiku about this, and he told me that only the Pure Bloods can do such a thing, and only they can make themselves visible to human if they want. But to make sure of this baby, Kiku and I…went to the royal cemetery and dug up the baby's grave."

"And it was empty?" Sadiq finished the rest.

"Yes. It was empty. We still have the remains."

Sadiq shook his head. "This is terrible. It's disgusting. However, I would like to point something out. Arthur's stillborn happened over a hundred some years ago."

Ludwig frowned. "Monk Jasper appears young…perhaps the infant also slowed his aging process?"

"Most likely."

"And there is one other thing." Ludwig beckoned Sadiq closer. "I do fear for my life in the human realm. Monk Jasper claims to hate all magic. Seeing fairies is a sin. He has enough power to easily convict me just on his word alone. I could be hanged for this."

"Hanged?" He was taken aback by that. "They would hang you without any proof?"

"Hang or burn. Whichever the king's court decides."

"So stay here then."

Ludwig shook his head. "While that is an option…I have responsiblities there. I am now the Master Monk of the temple. The other monks and the children depend on me to guide and care for them. I can't abandon them; especially not when Master Monk Jasper can take control over."

Sadiq smiled and leaned back on the pillows, taking a heavy puff of smoke. "Nice guys finish last, you know."

"Hm."

"Why not just get rid of this Jasper guy?"

Ludwig looked at him sharply. "He's the highest monk in the order! And who knows what sort of power he has! Besides, killing is against our values. All life is precious."

Sadiq laughed. "That's a bunch of crock and you know it. Some people are just evil and deserve to die." He raised an amused brow at Ludwig's stoic expression. "You know I'm right. This man was so greedy that he actually consumed the flesh of a dead baby to gain power and immortality. Is that a good person? Is that someone who should breathe the same air as we do?"

"I did not come here to debate on morals and values."

"Of course not. We got sidetracked. Now, the next big question is, why did the Pure Bloods allow a human these powers? What are they trying to gain from having this Monk Jasper in the human realm?"

"That is something we'll have to find out."

"I am going with you when you return to the human realm. I want to see this Monk Jasper for myself."

Ludwig shook his head. "He'll sense you; and see you."

Sadiq smirked. "What?" He teased. "Afraid my big fluffy hat will send you off to the hangman's noose?" He chuckled and puffed. "I'll disguise myself and stay by your side. Perhaps as a moth? I rather humans not question why a butterfly is alive in the winter time."

"I really wished you wouldn't."

"You're going to need me, Ludwig. How else are you going to find all this out while fearing for your life with this man? If he has Pure Blood fairy blood in him then I can hold him should something happen."

Ludwig hoped that Sadiq was kidding about coming with him. His chances for the hangman's noose keeps drawling closer. Without a thought, he reached over and took the hookah pipe from the butterfly fairy. Sadiq watched him as he took a deep puff, and coughed violently.

"Yeah…" hissed Sadiq "You did that wrong. Do it like this." Sadiq showed him the proper way to smoke. "There, you're catching on. Doesn't it feel nice? It relieves stress and-" Ludwig frantically puffed as much of the smoke as he could. "Whoa! Whoa! Slow down! It's poppy seed and fairy root! You can't smoke it that fast!" Ludwig's eyes widened and he slowly lowered the pipe to his lap. "Oooooh dear." He smirked. "Seeing things?"

"You…you live in a mushroom. How can…a mushroom grow this wide?" Ludwig held out his arms. "I mean, this is a…how does Gilbert and Alfred say it?" He thought. "This is a big ass mushroom…"

Sadiq chuckled and wished he could freeze time and replay this scene over and over again. "It is a big mushroom, huh?"

"Yes…but how does it fit on your head?"

Before he could answer, Heracles came in holding the silver breastplate. "I'm finished."

"Ah, give us about an hour." Sadiq shrugged his shoulders and flashed his lover a sheepish grin.

"Why?" Sadiq, without putting the pipe in his mouth mimicking Ludwig's face-paced smoking.

Heracles looked at Ludwig seated among the cushions, intensely staring at a broken tassel that had fallen from a pillow. "Oh, I see." He waved his hand in front of his face. "It smells like your old whorehouse in here." He sneered. "It's shameful."

"It wasn't a whorehouse. It was a harem. And you really should know. You frequented there a lot."

Heracles rolled his eyes. "Big difference."

"It is. I'm not going to debate with you about this."

Ludwig added to the conversation. "If it's called a whorehouse…then you should call it a haremhouse."

"Ludwig, I think you need to rest a bit." Sadiq helped him settle back on the pillows. He followed Ludwig's gaze up to the ceiling where he had hung various strands of beads, pearls, and other pretty things like glass lanterns.

"Is that the night sky?" Ludwig asked.

"Yes. So it's time for you to sleep now." Sadiq chuckled. "It'll wear off in about an hour or so. Rest well."

Ludwig found the pillows to be very soft and inviting, remembering how soft Gilbert's skin was against his own. Tenderly, he stroked the red pillow and whispered Gilbert's name, nuzzling his face deeply into his knitted folds. "Gilbert…so soft…want to stay here forever…"

'What did he just say?' Sadiq though he had heard Ludwig moan a name, so he leaned his ear closer to try and catch it.

"Gilly…so tender…my Gilbert…"

"We'll I'll be damned!" He whispered with a smirk and Heracles came over to see what he was grinning about.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. He's just moaning into my pillows. I find it…hilarious."

Heracles wasn't convinced. "Are you sure?"

"Why would I lie?"

"Hm. Fine then. I'll finish polishing up the armor. Don't let him sleep too long, I have other jobs to complete."

An hour or so later…

"Huh?" Ludwig shot up from the pile of pillows, his back straight and his shoulders square. Something didn't feel right about this. Why was he asleep in Sadiq's work office? Why was the room alight with a soft candle hue? And why did his chest hurt so much? He had come here to discuss matters with Sadiq, yet he ended up taking a nap? His mouth felt a little dry, as if he had drank candle wax. Smacking his lips together, he looked around for any signs of Sadiq or Heracles but found himself to be alone. Using his staff for support, Ludwig lifted himself from the cushions and exited the room; where there came the sounds of metal clanging and Sadiq cursing. Silently, he followed the sound to another lit room, the workroom, where the fire in the hearth still blazed brightly. Both Heracles and Sadiq were present in the room but they did not notice him. It seemed that they were arguing about something, so Ludwig felt it best not to interrupt them.

"You're STILL on me about that? It blows my mind that you can ever harbor on this!" Sadiq's voice was harsh towards Heracles, but the other man wasn't affected by it. Heracles went on to polish the armor.

"Yes, it still bothers me. You and he can make a magic brew of apologizes and it still wouldn't phase me."

Ludwig's brows knitted. 'He? Who's 'he'?'

"That was decades ago. It's time to forget about it, all right? Our red thread is still tied to us-"

"But there's a small knot in it." Heracles lifted his face from the armor to glare at him. "That knot will take a little while to untangle itself."

"I think it's about time it came untangled!"

"I say otherwise."

"Look, I ended the harem for you and might I add, I lost a very steady extra income from it!"

'As if you were hurting for money.' Ludwig said to himself.

"I did a lot for you, Herc! The least you could do is be more grateful and forgiving! Especially to Kiku, who doesn't deserve half of that cold shoulder that you give him!"

'What?' Ludwig's eyes widened at the mention of Kiku's name. 'Why was he being mentioned? Kiku is a dark fairy…he shouldn't be around them.'

"I'm not nearly as angry at him as I am with you." He poured a little more oil onto the breastplate. "Kiku should have known better; and friends don't let friends sleep with their bonded mates."

A bell went off in Ludwig's head as he put two and two together. No wonder Kiku was so hard on Alfred and avoided his proposals. This was starting to raise some questions. Who had visited who? Had Kiku been sneaking into the Light Court to see them? Had Sadiq or Heracles been smuggled in to the Dark Court castle? And why were they friends? Two were Light and one was Dark. Ludwig had to wonder if information wasn't (or had) being passed between Light and Dark. Kiku was very close to the Dark Royal Family, but Ludwig couldn't see the fairy leaking out family secrets. Or maybe they were just friends like Heracles had said. Now he knew why the two fairies in front of him had such a rough relationship. So it was possible for bonded mates to dislike each other. 'I should break this up before things get worse.'

"Excuse me." Ludwig made his presence known. "Sorry I fell asleep. That was rude of me."

"Oh, no problem." Sadiq's whole demeanor changed and he smiled. "Herc just finished polishing the armor! Let's get you suited up!"

"Can I wear it over my robes?" Ludwig asked.

"Yes, although I would suggest wearing a jerkin instead, if you can help it." Heracles brought the breastplate over to start the fitting. "Do you know any fighting techniques yet?"

"No, not yet. Prince Gilbert said he would give me some lessons but I've just been too busy with-" He was interrupted by Sadiq's snort of laughter. "Something humorous?" Ludwig's brows drew together.

"Sorry, that was rude of me. I was just thinking about something funny."

"Ignore him." Heracles said, showing Ludwig how the leather straps were used to hold the armor on. "Now for the shoulder guards." He strapped those on as well, followed by the gauntlets. "There. It fits just right."

"It's a bit big." Ludwig said, but felt the armor start to tremble as it shrunk to the right side, fitting perfectly around his form like a second skin. It felt as if he weren't actually wearing any armor! "It fits! This is amazing!"

"That's the power of fairy armor." Sadiq pointed out. "We have to make plans to go to the human realm soon. What other business have you at the Dark Court?"

"I have to assist King Arthur at a masked ball. Prince Alfred and Gilbert are hosting one for King Arthur because…" he didn't want to mention Francis in front of Heracles, but Sadiq knew what he meant. "He's been grumpy."

"Too bad I wasn't invited." Sadiq playfully pouted.

"But you always wear a mask." Ludwig pointed out. "Why go to a party for that?"

"I liked you better when you were…never mind." Sadiq snorted a laugh again, and this time, Heracles chuckled along with him.

Ludwig didn't quite catch on to the joke so he changed the subject. "I will get back to you when I decide to leave for the human realm. Now I really should be getting back to the Dark Court. I thank you to the both of you for making this armor and staff."

"Oh, and make sure it's only Gilbert who helps you take off and put on that armor." Sadiq reminded him. "It's made of silver and most Dark Fairy's can't touch it without being burned. Just a word of warning. King Arthur won't blame you for having this armor, so don't worry about that."

"Right…" he noticed the twinkle of mischief in Sadiq's eyes when Gilbert's name and the dressing of the armor were mentioned. "Thank you. I will remember that."

~Two Days Later~

Alfred's chambers…

"I still think this is a bad idea." Alfred stated as he fixed the laced collar of his black coat. "Why Matthew even suggested it is beyond me."

Gilbert slicked back his hair in the mirror, admiring his reflection and thinking about Ludwig as he answered his husband. "Your father has been in dire straights recently. I wish he would tell us why." He put a ruby clip in his hair, followed by a silver circlet with tiny rubies; all in which would match his fiery red mask. Tonight the Dark Court was holding a Masquerade Ball in hopes of bringing up the spirits of their king. Gilbert was well aware that both he and Alfred had to run most of it, since Arthur himself was like a walking zombie these last few days. "Hopefully this ball will help to bring a smile to his face."

"Do you care that much about my father that you wish to see him smile?" Alfred fixed his cuff, remembering what was whispered to him by a servant. Shortly after his mostly failed evening with Kiku, Alfred had been grumpily eating his breakfast when a servant came up to him, looking nervous. Alfred asked the young girl what was wrong, and she said that she had something private to report to him. When Alfred heard what she had to say he was in denial. The more she told of what she saw, the more truthful it became. He didn't want to confront Gilbert with it just yet until he had time to think about it. But now, seeing how Gilbert was acting all giddy in the mirror raised his suspicions.

"Of course I do." Gilbert tightened the black laces on his red boots. He was dressed from head to toe in pure red, a color of his own choosing for this night. "After all, he has been like a father to me. I don't want to see him so upset. I'll ask him to dance with me tonight as well. That might put a little spring in his step."

Alfred smirked at his reflection in his own mirror. "Why not ask Ludwig instead?"

Gilbert froze. "Ludwig? The monk? Why him?" He forced a scoff.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I've gotten word on how close you two are? A fairy and a human? Tsk, tsk, Gilbert. That's a BIG taboo."

Gilbert spun to glare at him. "And just what have you been told?"

Alfred met his gaze in the mirror. "That you and Ludwig lust after each other? That Ludwig was seen sneaking off into the woods after he received a very…inviting message?"

"Who told you?"

"A little birdie." Alfred glared at him. "So is it true? Are you with Ludwig?"

Gilbert stood his ground. "I don't have to answer to you."

"So you're not denying it?"

"I don't have to tell you a damn thing!"

Alfred stormed over to him. "All I want to know is if it is true?" They met face to face, neither one backing down.

"And what if it was? Huh? What then? What will you do, oh Mighty Prince? Strike me? Throw me in the dungeon? Lock me in my chambers?"

"What the fuck are you getting so defensive for? With your actions now I would declare it true!"

Gilbert was silent, sneering at him.

"So it is true." Alfred smirked. "Fucking a monk, are we?"

"And what about you? Fucking the nanny!" He laughed at Alfred's shocked but dangerous expression. "If Kiku had breasts he would have been your fucking nursemaid! Wouldn't your 'daddy' just LOVE to hear about that! The heir to the throne sighing over the apothecary! Who, I might add, has had the ear of the King for many centuries."

Alfred just stared at him, and then smiled darkly. "Cute. That's real cute. What made you think I would expose your secret so easily, Gilly?" Gilbert's smirk faded into a frown. "Perhaps you think more of me than what you say? Charming." Alfred chuckled. "Don't forget your place here, Gilly. I am the Prince. You are my wife, a title bought for you and sealed by marriage."

Gilbert squared his shoulders. "I won't tell your secret if you don't tell mine."

Alfred raised a brow and smirked. "Really? How interesting. We now have a Blackmail Marriage."

"So that means we will no longer share in the company of each other in…THAT way." Gilbert felt himself blushing softly.

The prince crossed his arms. "Kiku is still denying my feelings and advances. If I were a different type of fairy male, then I would be having my way with you in his place. That would be my right as Dark Court Prince."

Gilbert glared daggers. "You wouldn't dare!"

"No, I wouldn't. And you better damn well get on your knees every night and thank the king and the Green Mother that I am not like that! Any other fairy nobleman would have beaten you down into submission long ago. Or at least smacked you that big, obnoxious mouth!"

"If you ever raise a hand to me-"

"Keep pissing me off right now and I will!"

They stared at each other with matching glares and sneers, waiting to see who would strike first or speak next.

"I don't want you with Ludwig." Alfred finally said. "Our family has enough shit against us…and the last thing we need tainting our name is my fairy wife fucking a human. My fairy heart may belong to Kiku, a commoner, but at least he is a fairy; and me being prince, I can have him whenever and as often as I want. It would just be hard to marry him and seat him next to me on the throne. I don't exercise my royal rights the way I could."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's one of your few redeeming qualities. And you're not going to keep me from seeing Ludwig in secret! My fairy heart belongs to him and not you or anyone else is going to stop us from seeing each other!" He would never forgive himself if he started to cry in front of Alfred and it took all of his resolve to hold back the tears. "Don't be cruel to me, Alfred. Your father has snuck around with your papa for centuries and you see how it has made them both suffer."

"I know. But you seem to have forgotten all the vicious rumors that have been passed around for all those centuries that could destroy my family. Like I said before," he poked Gilbert's chest "we don't need more rumors! So stop seeing Ludwig!" He whispered out the last part, but was unprepared for the slap that met his cheek. Alfred licked his lips, forced a smile, and slowly turned his head back to face Gilbert. He rolled his shoulders and clicked his tongue. "Don't touch me like that ever again. Put your mask on and let's get moving or we'll be late to greet the guests. We'll talk about this later."

Alfred had nearly struck him back, but stopped himself when he replayed an old memory of his fathers arguing. Well, Arthur was doing all the arguing: Francis was being as soft-spoken and gentle as he could under the harsh circumstances. He and Matthew were only children when they witnessed Arthur, in a fit of anger, strike Francis across the face. Arthur had used his claws and left four large red streaks on Francis' cheek. Both he and his brother began to cry when they saw the furious look in their Papa's normally sweet blue eyes. Alfred thought they were going to fight, but all his papa did was hold himself high and bowed to his father before taking his leave of the room. Alfred was pleased with himself that he was able to do the same. He could see the look of hurt on Gilbert's face when he was told to stay away from Ludwig. But the risks were too high for his family to be hammered down with more rumors. A human and fairy relationship was taboo after all.

"Thank the Green Goddess I am allowed to wear a mask tonight!" Gilbert spoke out as he followed Alfred. "You won't get to see me glaring at you every second!"

"Stick true to your role, if only for my father's sake. Don't do anything that will embarrass us or start whispers."

Gilbert was pained by Alfred's ultimatum to cease seeing Ludwig. How could they have been seen? They were always careful when out in public, especially Ludwig! Gilbert was surprised that Ludwig viewed his message in the open, if indeed a servant happened to have seen it like Alfred said. And who was the servant? Gilbert felt the need to find that servant and slit their throat for speaking of what they saw. But what pained him more was how cruel and insensitive Alfred was being towards him about Ludwig. While he got the meaning behind Alfred's reasoning, it didn't change the fact that he thought he could trust his husband and old childhood friend to understand. Perhaps if he mentioned this to Matthew the fairy could persuade his brother to be more lenient.

As they stood side by side at the main doors to the ballroom, Gilbert couldn't help but remain silent as Alfred greeted the guest. A bow here and a nod there was all he would give. He was searching for Ludwig despite his husband's warning to stay away from the monk. Gilbert wondered what kind of mask Ludwig would be wearing. He was wearing a red feathered mask with a great black plume sealed with a large diamond studded onyx. Alfred's mask was all black to match his undertunic and pants, except for the eyes, which were studded with tiny sapphires to match his doublet. Alfred looked every bit a proud prince, just as he should. But when a flash of dark red caught his eye, Gilbert followed the glance to a moving figure carrying a staff. It was Ludwig, who was bowing his head in thanks as the noble folk greeted him. Gilbert stared at the mask adorning Ludwig's face that was made with glossy leaves of mixed green hues. The monks mask symbolized everything Ludwig stood for and represented. Just a couple of nights ago he had that clothed monk sprawled out naked beneath him as they rocked together in a perfect rhythm of passion. Gilbert's breath quickened, his chest heaved, and the wonderful feeling of arousal was stirring deep within his lower belly. As Ludwig approached nearer, Gilbert felt Alfred's hand painfully squeeze his, causing him to wince in pain. Gilbert jerked his head to Alfred only to see those blue eyes silently warning him of their previous words together. When Gilbert glared back at him the fairy prince tightened his hold harder than before with the pain almost bringing him to his knees. Gilbert yanked his hand out from Alfred's hold while trying not to show the ache and hurt his action caused. He had forgotten how much strength Alfred actually possessed since he was born of Arthur's bloodline. He would never admit it out loud to his husband, but Alfred was physically and magically stronger than he was.

"Your majesties." Ludwig bowed to them both.

"Glad you could make it, Ludwig." Said Alfred. "I'm sure my father will want you by his side most of the night."

"How is he tonight?"

"Still mourning and moping about." Alfred said with a sigh. "We hope that this ball will help to bring him a little bout of happiness, right Gilbert?"

Gilbert just nodded, afraid even to speak at the moment in fear of Alfred squeezing him again.

Ludwig glanced at Gilbert, noticing his lover's silence but choosing not to mention it. "Well then, I'll see you both in a bit. I'll go and keep the king company."

"Did you have to squeeze me so hard?" Gilbert hissed out at Alfred after Ludwig entered the ballroom.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I'll admit that wasn't right nor was it a princely thing to do."

"Damn right." He shivered when Alfred leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"I noticed how excited you got when Ludwig came by. Please, try to control yourself."

Before Gilbert could respond, a sweet voice interrupted the tongue lashing he was planning on giving his husband. "Hey Mattie."

"Hey." Matthew smiled behind a fuzzy white cat mask with a pink nose and a trio of matching plumes. He was dressed all in white and pink, his attire the same style and dress as his brother. To Gilbert's surprise, Matthew's tail was out and swishing gently behind him. His wings shimmied in greeting. "You both look very nice this evening."

"As do you." Gilbert smirked. "May I escort you in?"

Matthew smiled. "Of course, if Alfred doesn't mind?"

"Nah, I can finish greeting everyone. Go ahead."

Gilbert was delighted to get away from Alfred so he tucked Matthew's arm in his own and escorted his brother-in-law. "Glad you're here, Mattie. I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"It's about your brother."

Even behind the mask Gilbert could tell that Matthew had a look of concern. "Is he alright?" They strolled along the buffet table.

"Yeah, he's fine. You could ask him to start being nicer to me."

"Alfie?"

Gilbert whispered. "He knows about me and Ludwig…and he hasn't been very kind to me about it at all; even though he's trying to get with Kiku." He scoffed. "So can you talk to him for me? Don't let on that you know. Just make something up like you saw I was upset and I mentioned a fight he and I had. Alfred has a big mouth and he'll tell you what we were fighting about."

Matthew placed his other white gloved hand on Gilbert's arm. "What did he say to you?"

"That I can no longer see 'him' because it will spread more rumors about the royal family. While I understand his reasoning behind it…he could be a little more compassionate and understanding…considering himself and your parents."

"I promise I will speak to my brother on your behalf. He doesn't always listen to me, though. But if it's not too much trouble I have something I wish to tell you, and only you."

Gilbert leaned down as Matthew cupped his hands to whisper in his ear. "I coupled with Cuba." Matthew yelped as he was suddenly pulled behind a large black crystal pillar.

"Matthew, are you serious?"

"Are you angry with me?"

Gilbert let out a breathily laugh. "No, I'm not mad. A little surprised, but not mad. What can I say but…way to go?" They both laughed. "Are you alright?" Gilbert took the smaller white-gloved hands in his own.

"Oh, I'm fine. It wasn't as bad as everyone made it out to be. Everyone told me there would be a lot of pain and blood and-"

"Guess he was small?" Gilbert could swear Matthew's blush even showed through the mask.

"N-NO! Quite the contrary if you MUST know, you pervert. I didn't say there WASN'T any of that. I'm just saying that it was more wonderful than horrible. I was a little scared at first, but Cuba was really very nice and patient. We-"

"Wait, don't tell me yet!" he grinned. "I'll get us some wine and THEN you can tell me ALL about it! My little Mattie's growing up and becoming a man!" He whispered in a cute voice. "Seems like only yesterday Alfred and I were putting you in dresses and making you our 'damsel in distress'! Remember those days, Mattie?"

Matthew was briefly reminded of wearing many frilly dresses (they were all Arthur's clothes when he was little for his 'girl' form) while being tied to trees, rocks, pillars, and 'locked' in dungeons, which was always the garden shed. Gilbert always had to be the bad guy because Alfred INSISTED on being the hero, and the young prince got what the young prince wanted. Alfred wasn't always a 'good' hero and Gilbert could be a very 'villainous' player. One time Gilbert stuffed the front of Matthew's dress with some fruit to be a fake pair of breasts, tied him to a small tree, and laid piles of sticks around his feet. Matthew remembered that torch with fire was a little too close to his face. He shivered at the memory.

"Yes…how could I forget?" He patiently awaited Gilbert's return.

/

Ludwig was seated next to Arthur and served fresh venison with potatoes and some sort of fairy vegetable. Beside him, Arthur ate very little of his meal and was having his groom pour goblet after goblet of wine. The king would be drunk before the festivities could even start. Arthur was dressed all in black, probably in mourning, yet wore a gorgeous black mask in the shape of regular fairy wings. The entire piece was woven and barely covered his face, giving the illusion that his face was tattooed in swirls. From each curled tip dangled a teardrop pearl that jingled when he moved. While the mask was striking, it did very little to cover his face and the evidence of stress, lack of sleep, and pale skin was a dead giveaway to his suffering. No one knew what it was, but it was clear to anyone who gazed upon the king that he was deeply troubled. And with the constant drinking…

"Your highness…might I suggest less wine and more food?"

"If I'm drunk I'm less likely to feel." He said with a sneer. "Don't take THAT away from me."

"I didn't mean to offend you."

"Please, just stop being so damn modest and polite! I'll do what I want. I'm the king."

Ludwig lightly cleared his throat. "Yes, however, you have a reputation to keep and with your heavy drinking and physical appearance-" He stilled when Arthur turned to look at him.

"No, please, continue."

"What I mean to say is that your court is going to notice this change in you and it may rouse suspicion. Alfred and Gilbert are throwing this party in hopes to raise your spirits a bit."

Arthur chuckled. "How sweet of them. Well, forgive my depressing mood but there is only one thing that will make me happy, and you know what it is. I'm also drinking because I will be handing my kingdom over to that bastard Roderich. I'll be known as the Dark Drunken Fairy King." He took a heavy gulp of wine. "And to think, I was going to marry again and go through the whole birthing process. Thanks to you, I have a more devious outlook on the first set of terms." Arthur smirked around the rim of the goblet. "I'm sure I will need you throughout the night, so try not to party too hard, monk."

"I'm not one for parties. Do I look like someone who likes to party?" He stated flatly.

"I only party when I'm drunk. Centuries ago…when I was still just a prince, I got so drunk at a ball that I jumped onto a table and started stripping my clothes." Ludwig slapped a hand to his face. He wasn't sure which mental image of Arthur he hated more; demon snake-monster Arthur or young stripping Arthur. "My father was furious. He yanked me down from that table, took me in to a private room and beat the living shit out of me." He drank again. "I thought he was going to kill me. Yet, here I am!" He held out his arms with a smile.

Ludwig took the wine goblet from Arthur. "I think you've had enough. Please, you need to eat and keep up your strength. I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't worry about you, your grace."

"You worry to much, monk." Arthur reached for his goblet back. "Don't make me have to bite you. My poison will sting like a hundred killer bees, turn your eyes white, and make your insides explode." He smiled softly. "So give me back the goblet?"

Ludwig quickly handed it back. Nothing this stupid like a drunken king would be worth his life. "I apologize. I was only trying to help."

"When I need your help I will call on you. Until then, just mind your own business." He downed the wine. "Oh, look. Here comes Alfred, my pride and joy."

Alfred ascended the dais and stood in front of the table. His father smiled and hiccupped at him. Ludwig gave him an uneven stare. "Ludwig, might we talk a moment?"

"Yes." He wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin, took his staff, and followed alongside Alfred. "Is anything wrong?"

"Nah. I just want to talk to you about something. It's about Gilbert."

Ludwig swallowed hard as he was led behind some decorative curtains far from the party in the ballroom. Alfred removed his mask, and motioned for Ludwig to do the same. He slipped his mask up to rest atop of his head. "What about him?"

"I know you and him have a thing for each other." He crossed his arms.

"Why do you think that?"

"I was told by a servant who saw you sneaking out into the woods after receiving a letter from Gilbert. I managed to put two and two together. Deny it all you want, but I know it to be true. I confronted Gilbert about it already and he told me that he is in love with you." Ludwig looked away. "A human and fairy bond is forbidden. I want you to stay away from Gilbert."

Ludwig faced him. "I'm sorry, but that is one command I cannot obey. We handle our relationship modestly and discreetly."

"Well, I will tell you what I told him. There are too many rumors about my family as it stands. We don't need any gossip about my wife sleeping with a human. Gilbert is my wife and the future Dark Queen. He has a reputation to maintain and he must conduct himself in a princely manner; one that does not include fucking around! Least of all with a human!"

'My logic and passive aggressiveness will not get anywhere with this spoiled brat. I have to be more rough and rude, like Gilbert has told me. Nice guys finish last! Some people need to be roughly told off! Alfred needs to be verbally smashed before logic can take its course.' He was not going to let himself be parted from Gilbert. "What's with this sudden possessiveness over Gilbert? You spent the Cupiditas Nocte with Kiku and yet you are punishing Gilbert for doing the same with me? That's just you exercising your power. Unless there is more you want from this?" Alfred raised a brow. "Maybe you're jealous of his love for me."

"As if!" Alfred smirked and laughed behind his hand.

"Oh, is it a three-way you want then?"

Alfred snorted. "You, me, and Gilbert? Nope. Strike two, asshole. Try again!" He lifted his chin as he gave Ludwig the biggest, most 'smuggish' look he could muster.

"I didn't mean a three-way with Gilbert." Ludwig smirked when he saw the flash of confusion and interest on Alfred's face. "I'm speaking of us and my staff; and not the fun one." Ludwig held his staff out in front of him, making Alfred gasp and take a threatening step back. "It won't be me bending over, nor will it be the 'fun staff' having its way with you either. I think you know what I am suggesting."

Alfred's jaw dropped.

"My relationship with Gilbert is not harming anyone. I am bonded with Gilbert, the same way your father is bonded to your papa. I would hope to have your protection and respect with this, since your parents know of how complicated true love can be in this world. Gilbert does not mind you being in love with Kiku, so you should not give us such a hard time."

"You just insulted me. You just said that you would fuck me with your staff! How the hell do you expect me to accept this relationship you two have after such an insult like that?"

"Because you need to be told off!" Ludwig said harshly. "You stand in the way of me being with Gilbert."

"And you are getting a little too highhanded, Ludwig!" Alfred hollered back. "It is taboo!"

"One that can be accepted if others are willing to help make it so. Gilbert and I love each other."

Alfred crossed his arms again and looked at the human monk, wiggling his nose. "That was a pretty hardcore insult coming from you, monk. I don't think it was funny." He took a deep breath. "However, I understand you two being bonded, but try to see MY VIEW of things! One, Gilbert is my friend and my wife. A human marrying a fairy will never be because of immortality. Humans die, fairies weep."

"I know. I'm very well aware of the consequences. But that is a matter for another time. Right now we are exploring our love for each other. We would greatly appreciate your silence and your blessing."

"Go fuck yourself, Ludwig." Alfred flew out from behind the curtains to rejoin the party.

Ludwig sighed, rubbing his temples. Maybe he was a little too harsh, but Alfred should understand what they are going through. He thought Alfred would be more supportive of them like Matthew was. Putting his mask back on, Ludwig went back to the ballroom, hoping he didn't screw things up too badly for the both of them.

As Alfred was mingling on the ballroom floor after his conversation with Ludwig, he happened to overhear a noble whispering his name, and that of Gilbert's. Trying to be discrete, Alfred moved closer, his back to them, so he could hear what they were saying.

"I hear our Prince likes to explore other beds than that of his own wife." Said one fairy nobleman. "What a pity. He may be a Light Court fairy but that wouldn't stop me from visiting his chambers every night."

A noblewoman laughed politely. "No real happiness comes from an arranged marriage. You see how sweet and innocent Prince Alfred's wife is. The poor Light fairy is probably boring in bed, that's why he seeks out others."

Alfred rests his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Well, you know what I heard?" Whispered a second nobleman. "I hear that our private human envoy is the one who frequents Prince Gilbert's bed." They all gasped.

"No!" Gasped the woman, clutching at her chest in shock. "That is strictly taboo! It is shameful!"

The first nobleman took a humorous sip of his wine. "Perhaps that is Prince Gilbert's way of saying his prayers. Getting down on his knees before a monk and-"

"Stop it!" Squealed the woman. "You are horrible."

"Can you blame the monk?" Said the second nobleman. "Prince Gilbert turns heads wherever he goes. Why would a human male be immune to that? Lust is lust no matter what race. I bet our future queen is a screamer." The man winked. "Those who are soft spoken in public turn out to be the loudest in bed."

Alfred slowly unsheathed his sword. These nobles were taking their little gossip talk too far. They did not know the REAL Gilbert, and it was making him sick to hear them speak of Gilbert as if he were a common harlot. Alfred spun around and pointed his thin blade sword at the throat of the youngest nobleman. The older woman and man stepped back in fear. The young noble fairy gulped, putting his hands up.

"What did you say about my wife? Speak again those ill words with that serpent tongue or you will lose it." Alfred threatened darkly.

"M-My prince! I meant no harm!" This squabble caught the attention of Arthur, Gilbert, Matthew, and Ludwig as they were seated at the dais.

"You accuse my wife of being unfaithful and fornicating with another! It is a crime to speak such about a royal member of this family! I will defend his honor and that of the other whom you so viciously accuse! Drawl your sword, fool!"

"NO!" The fairy dropped to his knees. "Forgive me, my lord prince! Forgive me! Have mercy on me! I take back everything I said! It is all lies!"

Alfred removed his sword yet did not sheath it right away. Instead, he tossed it in the air to spiral a few times before catching it by its hilt. "This is your prince speaking! Hear me! Should it come to my attention that vicious and dishonorable rumors about my wife or our neutral envoy are being passed, all who are involved will be punished!" The ballroom went up in gasps and murmurs. "You will not disgrace a worshipper of our Green Mother in these halls! Your future queen is a Light Court Winter Fairy and you WILL accept him!" Alfred turned to the band. "Continue playing!" He finally sheathed his sword and made his way to the dais.

Gilbert was in shock. Ludwig was surprised by the sudden change in attitude. Matthew appeared embarrassed and sunk down in his chair. Arthur smirked in a drunken manner and clapped his hands as his son took a seat in between him and Gilbert.

"Well done, my son."

"Thanks." Alfred smiled proudly and looked over to Gilbert, who was just staring at him, dumbfounded. "What? I had to dispel any of those rumors and what better way than threatening with punishment?" He grinned. "Worked for my father."

Arthur smiled and hiccupped. "Like father, like son! I knew you'd make me proud!"

"You didn't have to do that, you know." Gilbert whispered to him.

"Well, I thought better about it and we still need to talk about it." Alfred covered the top of Gilbert's hand with his own. "Sorry I was mean to you. You were right; I shouldn't have acted like that." He moved his chair closer to Gilbert's so they were sitting side by side.

"Pfft." Gilbert snickered. "Big change from a few hours ago." He flipped his hand over to show Alfred the nasty bruises left from his fingers.

Alfred's eye twitched. "Sorry about that. I can't help but still be a teeny weeny bit jealous of Ludwig."

"Alfred, you can't have your cake and eat it too. I know that's always been your motto and you want to live your life like that, but it's not reality."

Alfred glanced over to see Ludwig staring at them, and he got a devilish idea that would get back at the monk for that staff comment. He took Gilbert's hand, kissed it, and apologized again. Making sure Ludwig was still watching, Alfred turned Gilbert's face to his own and kissed him. He deepened the kiss, catching the attention of not just the others at the table but some ballroom dancers as well. He handed Gilbert a goblet of wine and took his own to clink them together. With his arm around Gilbert's shoulder, he leaned them both back against the chairs to watch as the noble fairies glided gracefully along the ballroom floor. Alfred turned to Ludwig, who was giving him a stern 'how dare you' look. Alfred smiled with just his lips, toasted to Ludwig with his goblet, and took a sip of the wine.

Ludwig's blood was churning and coming to a slow boil. How DARE Alfred exercise his husbandly rights openly like that! Alfred was doing it in front of him on purpose. The prince was stroking Gilbert's arm, whispering in his ear, nuzzling and kissing his neck; but the worse of it was that Gilbert had to play along for appearances. His lover had to pretend to like Alfred's touch, and Alfred knew that. 'You snot-nosed little brat.' Ludwig said to himself, griping his knife and fork painfully. 'I know what game you are playing. If you play with fire you're going to get burned.' Alfred looked at him again with that smug expression of content that read, 'ha ha I won'.

'It's on now.'

End Chapter 16 TBC

***So, some questions have been answered, eh? ^_^***
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