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White Crimson	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
***Warning: Language, yaoi, character death, angst

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 17 Part2

Occupied Turkey Territory

"This is to be delivered to the king's personal body guard, Ludwig." Arthur said to the messenger on horseback. "Tell no one of this." He handed the man a small leather pouch and a few gold coins. "Give it ONLY to Ludwig. He will know what to do with it."

The cloaked man nodded and tucked the pouch away within his clothes. Arthur crossed his arms and tried to shield himself from the blowing wind while watching the horse ride away. That man was delivering death serum for Matthew. Arthur sighed heavily, his chest feeling tight with grief for that of his soon to be deceased friend. He had a feeling Matthew wasn't telling them anything the last time they were all together. He knew something was up, and hated himself for not pressing the other to talk. Arthur thought back to that meeting, remembering how different everything was. They were all full of hope and dreams. Yet in the process of reaching these dreams, they were losing many of their friends. The final meeting had truly been when they were last all together.

"Alright! Here comes your awesome and talented leader to bring back our true faith!" Said Gilbert as he burst through the door of House America.

"You're late." Stated Roderich flatly, taking a sip of wine.

"Sorry, I was kicking his rump." Said Elizaveta coming in from behind, dressed in her male attire.

"Hey, I was LETTING you win!" Gilbert grinned and marched proudly down the stairs and into the feasting room. He looked over at one end of the table where Alfred was seated across Ivan's lap, both engaged in heavy kissing and petting. "Hey, this is a meeting of leaders, not a brothel!"

"Aw, come on, Gilbie!" Alfred playfully whined. "You're the one who's late! We're just passing the time!"

"Hey!" Arthur called from the end of the table. "Some of us are trying to do work here!" He had a stack of papers in front of him. Matthew was next to him, playing with the broth of his soup.

"Ai-yah! Make this quick!" Yao shouted. " I have a large ship to oversee and can't be wasting time!"

"Yes, I agree!" Gilbert gave a whistle. "Now everyone sit down and shut up, we've got a lot to discuss!"

The meeting went long into the night, with everyone voicing their own opinions and plans. It was easy to assign everyone to where they needed to be and what they had to do. Alfred would lead their armies against the king's holy soldiers. Yao would take a large crew out to sea and seek help from surrounding kingdoms. Arthur would preach their beliefs and plans in hopes of gathering more people to join the crusade. Roderich and Elizaveta would work closely inside the castle with all of the king's nobles. And Gilbert would be the head leader of the crusade, leading everyone back down the right path to the Spirits. Nothing could be done without his consent.

"I don't want you to go." Ivan suddenly said to Alfred. "This whole thing is a mistake. I don't want Alfred dying because of this."

"Ivan, it's my choice!" Alfred responded harshly. "I'm not afraid of battle! We've talked about this already!"

Ivan narrowed his eyes at his lover. "You are too young! I don't want you going! You'll be killed! And then I have to tear apart an entire kingdom to avenge you!" Both men stood up, glaring at the other.

"Take this to another room!" Roderich ordered. "Lovers' quarrels have no place here!" Ivan and Alfred left the hall, still arguing with one another.

Arthur sighed and looked over at Matthew, who was shaking slightly. "Matthew, are you all right?"

"Y-Yes Arthur. I'm fine." He smiled softly. "I'm just…worried about Alfred, that's all." He whispered.

Arthur rubbed his back. "He'll be fine. This is his choice. If I know your brother, no one is able to keep him down!" Matthew forced himself to smile, but Arthur wasn't fooled. "Is there something else bothering you, Mattie? You look awfully pale."

"Please Arthur, I'm well. I'm just…nervous about all this."

"It'll be fine." Gilbert overheard them and gave a thumbs up, his smile full of pride. "Alfred will kick all their asses! He'll come home victorious just like he says! We know that about him!"

Matthew smiled and thanked him, but Arthur was still concerned.

The next day, Arthur was readying his horse when he saw Alfred and Matthew together across the stables. Pretending not to see them, Arthur moved his horse closer in hopes to hear what they were saying.

"Don't worry, Mattie! I'll be back soon!"

"Um…um…Alfie?"

Alfred was tightening the saddle strap. "Yeah Matt?"

"I…I…" Matthew gulped, still holding Alfred's helmet in his hands.

"What is it, little bro? You okay? Something wrong? Do you need me to do something?"

"I…I'm…I'm…" Matthew lost his nerve, it would seem, and handed Alfred the helmet. "I'm very proud of you. You will make a great hero! Please be careful. I want you to come back home…alive."

"Ha! Don't worry about that! I'm indestructible!" Alfred grinned and hopped onto the saddle, taking the helmet. "When I come back, we'll throw a HUGE feast to celebrate my victory! The America Brothers will be together once again! I promise you, Mattie! You take care of yourself now, okay? Big brother won't be here to protect you, you know."

Arthur saw the tears in Matthew's eyes. "I…I know. I'll do my…my best to be strong. Good luck Alfred. Be safe."

"Mattie…are you SURE there's nothing you want to tell me?"

Matthew shook his head. "All is…well. I'll pray to the Spirits for your safety every day and night. Take care, big brother."

"Alright then! Bye Mattie! Watch the house for me!"

"That's what Matthew wanted to tell him." Arthur said to out loud to himself. Matthew didn't want Alfred to go because he knew he was sick. Matthew feared he would never get to see Alfred come home because he might not make it, depending on how long his brother would be away. Matthew didn't want to be responsible for Alfred losing his chance at victory because of his weakness. He probably never thought that, with his sickness, he would outlive his brother. "But he did get to see his brother again. First his head…and then his limbs in a bag." Arthur closed his eyes. "Where did all the hope go?" Alfred is dead. Ivan is dead. Yao could be dead. Matthew will be dead. If any of them are found out, they will ALL be killed: Gilbert, Ludwig, Roderich, Elizaveta, Yao, and all their noble friends. After Matthew, who would be the next to die?

/

Gilbert and Ludwig lay in bed together, wrapped tightly in their naked embrace. Ludwig lay atop of Gilbert, resting his face against the pale neck. White hands rubbed at Ludwig's back, feeling every muscle and ripple beneath the skin. They had been making love all night, and only recently fell asleep at dawn. Now the sun was shining brightly through the window. This was what Ludwig had wanted more than anything, to lay in a big, soft bed in the arms of his lover. Gilbert was snuggling into him like a kitten, even making a few purring noises. Ludwig had to lean up and kiss him. It was amazing how quickly he could get hard from just the feel of Gilbert even after their multiple rounds of sex.

"Don't tell me you want to go again?" Gilbert said with a laugh. "Four times is enough."

"Tell my lower body that." Ludwig held himself up over Gilbert with his hands and thrust against the other's groin. Gilbert moaned and lifted his legs higher around him. "And tell yours that as well."

Gilbert slipped his hand between them to grip Ludwig's large shaft. "If you want me, then we have to do it MY way."

"Which is?"

"Sit back and fold your legs together." Ludwig did so, and Gilbert grinned at the rock hard cock standing at perfect attention. "Sometimes I'm jealous of you, but when you're fucking me hard with that thing," Gilbert leaned in closer "I find it in my heart to forgive you." He turned around and straddled Ludwig, placing his back against the strong chest. Ludwig moaned behind him when Gilbert started to press himself down onto the erection. Gilbert groaned deeply, feeling all of Ludwig slowly enter him inch by inch. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the pleasure and feel of the other inside of him. "Just like that." He breathed out and began thrusting against him.

Ludwig let his arms wrap around Gilbert's body while his hands explored. They rubbed at Gilbert's neck, shoulders, and chest. Often, his fingers would pinch and pull at pink nipples, making them hard beneath his touch. Gilbert would groan and rock his strong, yet lithe body back onto him like a snake. Ludwig barely had to do any of the work, only the kissing, touching, and pinching. Everything about Gilbert lit his senses on fire. Gilbert's smell, his taste, his arousal, everything was precious ambrosia to him.

Then, the worse sound in the world stopped them in their movements: The sound of the king's trumpets.

"Oh great…!" Gilbert sighed, and then groaned. "He's back. Didn't he just fucking leave?" He said with disgust.

Ludwig didn't move from inside of Gilbert, but his eyebrow was twitching with rage, frustration, and jealousy.

"Now I have to dress, go meet him, bow low and- huh?" Ludwig suddenly gripped his arms and shoved him face first onto the bed. "What are you doing?"

Ludwig grit his teeth and gave a rough, solid hard thrust that rocked Gilbert violently forward. "I hate that man!" His hissed under his breath and continued with the hard thrusts. "I hate how that boy gets to openly touch you! To kiss and hold you, while I sneak around the walls like a rat!"

"Ow! Lu-Ludwig! Stop it!" Gilbert bit his bottom lip while trying to conceal the pain. Ludwig was moving slow, but his thrusts were rough and deep. The long pause in between each thrust was the worst.

"When you are kneeling in front of your 'husband', let this pain be a reminder to you that you are mine! Not his!"

Gilbert felt his cock swell back to life at Ludwig possessive words. They were rough and cruel, but it turned him on. Still, it did not stop the pain. "Stop it, Ludwig! Ah! Spirits above!" His eyes widened "I'll break! Stop! I wont' be able to wa-LK!" Gilbert had to muffle his cries in the pillow.

"You will think of me and what we have done the whole time while you are with him, getting your 'gifts'!" 'I will get you a gift myself. A better gift!' he said to himself, still thrusting. 'I may not be a king with a king's wealth, but I will give you a better gift!'

"Queen Gilbert?" There was a call and knock at the locked door. Both men froze. "Queen Gilbert!"

Gilbert cleared his throat. "Yes? Yes what is it? Has my husband returned?"

"Yes, your majesty! He requests your private presence in his chambers. His journey has been long and tiring, and yearns for the strong but gentle touch of his queen. Those are his own words."

Nearly all the veins in Ludwig's neck bulged when he had to hold in his roar of vicious rage.

"I will be there soon. I must dress properly to receive him. Tell the king I will be there shortly." He felt Ludwig fist his fingers into his platinum hair and started a series of rough thrusts again. Gilbert had to grit his teeth to hold in the pleasured groans and moans that threatened to escape.

"Yes, your majesty!"

Ludwig let out a grunt as he thrust hard into the other. "Comfort him? What the hell for? I need your comfort more than him!"

"AH!" Gilbert slapped his hands to his mouth; letting his body rock back and forth by Ludwig's pounding rhythm.

"I can't wait to kill him!" This was starting to feel like an animalistic competition. Gilbert was the beautiful white wolf in heat, while two dominating males fought for the privilege of mating and owning him. Each one would try to out due the other. But Ludwig would win, because he was the lone wolf that did not need a pack to survive. He was strong on his own. He would kill the wolf king, mate the wolf queen, and kill any noble wolves that threatened his mate's realm.

"Ludwig…seriously…lover, you have to stop!" Gilbert bit down onto the blankets as he felt his completion coming on rapidly. A moment later he ejaculated onto the sheets.

"Damn it." Ludwig hissed. "DAMN IT!" He thrust three more times before forcing himself out to explode onto the sheets beside Gilbert. As much as he wanted to fill Gilbert to the brink, he didn't want them to be found out. Should Gilbert's pants turn wet with his seed seeping from him, trouble would start. But he looked at Gilbert's trembling body and the red marks left by his fingers on the pale hips. 'I was too rough with him…and after we did it so much last night.' Ludwig sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands.

"Ludwig?" Gilbert sat himself up with a slight hiss and crawled over to the other, kissing his neck and shoulders.

"Why do you still kiss me so sweetly after the way I just treated you?"

Gilbert sighed softly. "That just shows how much you love and care for me…and that you don't want another touching me." He let one hand come around Ludwig's side and to his chest where he brushed white tips over a dusty nipple. "You were a bit rough, and I will be feeling you all day; maybe even longer than that. You're just showing so rough love." Gilbert felt something leaking out of him, but knew Ludwig did not cum inside. Reaching to his backside, he lifted his hand to see a thin layer of light blood on his fingertips.

Ludwig looked over and saw it as well. "Don't be frightened. It's bright red, which means it will heal quickly. If it was dark red…then I would slit my own throat right here." He carefully took Gilbert's hand and licked the blood off his fingers.

Gilbert shuddered in pleasure at the sight and blushed. "I…I do need to be getting ready. And you should be leaving…so no one sees you."

"It's hard to leave you."

"I know…I hate it when you leave." Gilbert leaned forward and kissed him. "But you have to leave. Now. I'll be fine."

Ludwig gave him another deep kiss before gathering up his clothes and dressing in the secret hall. He took one more peek at Gilbert, seeing the pale man standing with his back towards the door. Ludwig could make out the little rivulets of blood on those white thighs and felt guilty for how he had so easily lost control. 'It's true what they say…in the songs and stories…that love, lust, and jealousy can make a monster out of anyone.' He sighed. 'I should be ashamed of myself.'

/

A short while later, Ludwig was out walking the grounds to clear his head. His long walk took him to the gates of the castle, which were still opened for the day. Continuing his walk through the small castle town, Ludwig heard someone whispering his name from nearby. Ludwig lifted a blonde brow and turned toward the sound, seeing a cloaked man waving him over. With a hand on his sword hilt, Ludwig walked over to the man. "Yes? Do you call me?"

"I have a package for you. From Arthur Kirkland…concerning a Matthew."

Ludwig's eyes widened a bit. "Oh. I see." He held out his hand and the man placed the leather pouch in his palm.

"Instructions are inside. You are to go right away."

"Thank you for your assistance." Ludwig gave the man a silver coin in thanks and left, tucking the pouch away. 'I should have just stayed in bed today.'

Going to the stables, Ludwig had a stable boy saddle up a horse for him to ride. He said he had some business to attend to in the city, and rode off out of the castle. It had started to snow again, but only soft flurries. Ludwig rode along the dirt road that led to House America. There was a lump in his throat as he felt the small pouch against his chest. For some reason, this particular death was bothering him. He had killed many men in battle, both enemy and friend. But he had to look at it like he did the soldiers he had killed to keep them from suffering. This should be no different, yet something still did not feel right. The men he had killed were soldiers. The man he was going to help kill today was a sweet and soft-spoken individual who, from what he's heard, never harmed a fly. That's how it was in the world, the good die and the wicked live on.

House America finally came into view, but Ludwig was not relieved to see it. He rode up to the stable and had his horse tended to. The servants let him in and brought him up to Matthew's room. The house seemed dead already, with the servants wandering around weeping softly. The whole house had a grim aura to it, and it made Ludwig feel uncomfortable. The servants didn't know that he was here to end Matthew's suffering before it got worse. If they knew, he feared their wrath of kitchen knives and gardening rakes. When he was brought to the door, the young servant man looked at him all-forlorn.

"Lord Matthew hasn't been out of bed since your last visit. We fear his sadness is killing him more."

Ludwig gave a nod. "He has lasted a long time with his consumption. You should be relieved for that little matter."

"We are, sir. And Lord Matthew has been asking for you, too."

"Well, I am here now. Thank you for your time." Ludwig entered the room and closed the door gently behind him. The room smelled of death despite the herbs hanging from the ceiling. "Matthew?"

Matthew appeared to be asleep in the large bed, but opened his eyes to little slits to look at who was speaking. When he saw Ludwig, he smiled. "Welcome back." His voice was soft.

"Yes. I came back to see how you were doing." Ludwig looked at the pitcher of water beside the bed. "How are you feeling?"

Matthew lowered his eyes. "Not good."

Ludwig went to the bedside table and picked up the cloth spotted heavily with blood.

"It scares me."

"It's something to be scared of. Do not feel ashamed or embarrassed."

"You know," Matthew started "my brother and I shared this bed for many years. It was so big then…and it's still big now. It was our nighttime playground. We would…tell stories, make pillow forts, and hide under the covers from ghosts…"

Ludwig made sure Matthew wasn't looking when he took out the pouch.

"I miss that. If he were here, Alfred would be in bed with me right now; right next to me."

"It must be nice to have a sibling…I've never had one, so I wouldn't know. But it sounds like a…wonderful thing." He took out the vial of dark green liquid. He read the instructions while Matthew reminisced. Silently pulling out the cork, he emptied it into a cup and poured in some water, letting it sit for a few moments.

"Ludwig?"

"Yes?"

"You're a very nice person for someone who has had a harsh life."

'I kill people for the most part…what's 'nice' about that?' I appreciate your words, Matthew. Thank you." He heard the man start to cough and helped him sit up, holding the cloth to Matthew's mouth. He frowned at the dark specks of blood upon the dirtied cloth as he pulled it away. Some got onto his hand, but he wiped it carelessly on his pants.

"I'm sorry." Matthew wheezed.

"No need to apologize. Drink some water." Ludwig held the cup out to him and Matthew took it with shaky hands. He noticed the other looking down into the water, staring at him. 'Does he know?' Soft, sad eyes turned to his and pale lips smiled.

"Tell Arthur I said 'thank you'."

Ludwig kept a straight face. "I will. Drink it all. You'll feel better." He pulled a chair over to sit by the bed.

Matthew closed his eyes and drank the liquid, emptying the cup. He smiled at Ludwig and handed the cup back to him. "Will you stay with me? Just until I'm sleeping, then you can go."

"I promised Gilbert I would be here for that and everything after."

Matthew nodded and lay back down against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. "I want to be with my brother and Ivan. Nowhere else."

"Very well." Ludwig gave a nod.

"Tell my servants that they can leave whenever they want. If they want to stay until they receive their monthly wages, then pay them double for their loyal services to House America."

That was something for Roderich to decide currently, but Ludwig wasn't going to say that. "I will let them know. Is that all?"

Matthew nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry, I talk too much."

Ludwig scoffed. "Have you listened to Gilbert speak?" That earned a weak chuckle from Matthew.

Ludwig watched Matthew closely as the man grew silent and sleepy. Never had he seen someone die peacefully in their sleep. This potion would make everything painless and numb, so Matthew would simply go to sleep but never wake. Matthew's breathing was soft and even, his skin pale and hair damp with sweat. Ludwig leaned over and moved some of the pale blonde strands from the other's face. He thought of Gilbert in Matthew's position and his heart nearly stopped. Should Gilbert ever fall deathly ill like this, Ludwig knew suicide was the answer for him. Just like he was doing to Matthew, he would stay next to Gilbert the whole time. The thought bothered him, making his chest ache and his heart pound. It made him feel nervous; so nervous that he reached out his hand and took Matthew's. The small man had no strength to squeeze, but gripped Ludwig's hand with a feather-like touch.

He always thought that he would die alone, either on the battlefield or in his bed. In the battlefield, there would be no silence, only the clashing sound of swords and screams of men to lull him to sleep. In his bed, he would be by himself with no one who would miss him. That was how he thought about his death then, but now, things were turning out differently. Gilbert would be with him when he died. He would never be alone again. The thought of it brought a smile to his lips. Matthew wouldn't have to die alone and neither would he. Ludwig knew Matthew would rather have his brother, but he was better than no one at all.

He turned to look out the window, but froze when he saw someone standing on the other side of the bed. Now Ludwig never believed in ghosts or spirits, but that was unmistakably Alfred's transparent form next to Matthew. Ludwig just stared, mouth and eyes wide at the apparition. He blinked his eyes, but the ghost was still there. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and even rubbed his face. Yet when he opened his eyes, Alfred was looking at him this time, and smiling. Ludwig couldn't believe this was real, and he never would. Whatever this was standing before him, it wasn't the ghost of Alfred, just his imagination. His mind was playing tricks on his self-pity and grief.

'You can't be real.' Ludwig said to himself, still looking at Alfred who kept smiling at him. 'I took your frozen head off a pike in the dead of night. You can't be real.' He watched as Alfred's ghost moved closer to Matthew, doing nothing more than standing beside him. Ludwig saw the smile leave Alfred's face and a woeful frown replace it. Matthew's breathing was slowing, and he no longer gripped Ludwig's fingers. 'I don't like this!' Ludwig clenched his eyes shut. 'I don't like it! It's not real! None of this is real! Make it go away!'

When he found the courage to open his eyes, Alfred's ghost was gone. He sighed in relief, but then looked at Matthew who now lay lifeless on the bed. Standing from the chair, he pulled the sheets over Matthew's face and left the room to alert the servants. Ludwig remained in the far back of the room while the servants wept and prayed for their lost master. He kept his arms crossed and his head lowered in respect, but he was not thinking of Matthew. He was thinking of himself and Gilbert. He wondered if they would be able to grow old together…but who would die first? If Gilbert died first, he wouldn't be able to continue living. Or could he? Ludwig wasn't sure what his answer would be until he reached that point. But…if he were to die fairly young, when Gilbert is still able to marry, would his Snow Falcon find another lover? Would Ludwig even allow Gilbert to do so? On his deathbed, he would pray that Gilbert never found another lover. In his heart he knew that wasn't fair, but at the same time, he didn't want to lose Gilbert to another. 'Ludwig, do not think such things. Neither you nor Gilbert will see death any time soon. Pull it together. You still have a job to do.'

/

Matthew's body was a feather in his arms as he carried the limp form down to the crypts. No servants were allowed beyond this point, but he allowed one to carry a torch and light his way. The crypt was damp and cold, but he had to lay Matthew down on the floor first. Going up to Alfred and Ivan's tomb, Ludwig gave a grunt as he forced the stone lid off of the coffin. The smell of decay was strong, and Ludwig put the neck of his tunic up over his nose. He gathered Matthew's body in his arms once again and brought him to the grave, laying the white clothed form on the other side of Alfred. Ludwig looked down at all three of them with remorse and sorrow, yet there was a thread of happiness there. They were able to all rest together. Would he and Gilbert rest together in the same tomb like this? Or would they both be burned and sprinkled among the earth?

With a sigh, Ludwig reached down and lifted the stone lid again, forever covering the three men. He stopped to catch his breath and rest on the top of the coffin for a moment. The servant was still standing there, and Ludwig asked for the torch. Once the man gave it to him, Ludwig sent him off so he was now alone in the crypt. Turning from the coffin, he looked at the many other coffins that lined the walls on both sides. Family was so important among the nobles. Ludwig never knew what happened to his mother and father after he had returned home. They could be dead for all he knew. If they were alive, did they ever think about him? Did they ever wonder about this son their left behind? Or have they completely forgotten him because a new baby was on the way? These were questions he had NEVER asked himself until Gilbert came into his life and changed everything.

'Damn you, Gilbert. Damn you.'

Everything was changing. Everything. He wasn't himself anymore.

/

Upon returning to the castle, Ludwig found out that Gilbert was still with the king despite the time that has passed. He wondered what they could be doing for all this time. Were they fooling around, or was the king truly seeking 'comfort'. The king was still a young man new to the world and his status, along with its responsibilities. Ludwig wouldn't know what they were to the full extent, but he could only imagine. Still, that wasn't a good enough excuse for why the king was keeping Gilbert for so long. If they were doing anything remotely sexual, he wasn't sure if he could contain his jealous rage. He wanted the young king out of the way so he and Gilbert could be together. Ludwig began to think that Roderich, while organized, was taking way to long to carry out this plan properly. If things were different, Ludwig's axe or sword would have found the young king's chest by now. The religious aspect of all this meant absolutely nothing; it was the need to be with Gilbert that brought out this side of him. He wouldn't care what god or spirits Gilbert prayed to so long as they were together and the man was in his bed every night.

"Ludwig!" He turned to his head to see Elizaveta coming towards him dressed in rider's clothes. Behind her walked Roderich, also in riding wear.

"Hello." Ludwig responded flatly.

"Is it done?" Roderich asked, and Ludwig nodded but would not meet his gaze.

"We're going out for a ride." Elizaveta said with a friendly smile. "Would you like to come with us?"

"I should stay here and wait for the king and queen." Ludwig replied. "That is my job; to guard them."

Roderich fixed his riding gloves. "Well, you will be waiting for a while then. The king has requested a private holding with his queen for a day or two."

Ludwig raised a brow. "What do you mean by that?"

"It means they are living inside the king's chambers, not coming out." Roderich got onto his horse and Elizaveta got on hers. "They will both be out tomorrow, so you may as well rest and just wait." Ludwig growled beneath his breath, staring at the straw covered floor under his feet. Roderich walked his horse over to Ludwig and leaned down to whisper, "There is a hidden passage. Find it." Ludwig looked up at him. "But please, do not act rash. For if you do, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you from the noose. Elizaveta, let's ride." Roderich kicked his horse into a trot and she followed right after, giving Ludwig a worried look over her shoulder.

'A secret passage to the king's chambers?'

Ludwig felt his adrenaline start to build with curious excitement. Should he do it? He knew that he shouldn't, but images of Gilbert nuzzling the boy king urged him on. The king would be meeting his death, and soon.

End Chapter 17 Part 2 TBC
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