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A Storm of Sunflowers	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 4890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 22

Francis sat in a chair next to his bed where a sick Arthur laid panting and sweating from a high fever. Francis was surprised when he saw Ivan come into his room holding the sick man in his arms. He had said that Arthur’s name has been cleared and passed him off to Francis. Arthur was inaudible and looked to be lost in the fever to the point where he couldn’t even acknowledge where he was. Francis had Kiku come and look at him but all the man could do was give him something to bring down the fever.

As he sat there watching over his love he couldn’t help but think about the situation that had gotten Arthur thrown in the dungeon in the first place. Ivan said he had cleared Arthur’s name but Francis still had a slight sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach about it. He knew that if he was in Arthur’s position he would have done the same thing. Francis also knew that Arthur harbored feelings for Alfred that were more than just brotherly love. Francis also recognized his love’s anger and when Ludwig was carrying him off to the dungeon he was faking it. If Arthur were REALLY innocent, he would have fought Ludwig tooth and nail, screaming at the top of his lungs and cursing.

“Arthur…what did you do?”

Francis said with a sigh as he replaced the cold cloth of Arthur’s forehead. If Arthur did lay with Alfred like he suspected then it couldn’t have been the fault of his lover. Alfred could be on the flirty side and he was mischievous. He could see Alfred talking Arthur into it and it would have been hard for his love to say ‘no’. Francis could understand that due to his own past relationships where he wasn’t always ‘faithful’. Once Arthur was better Francis would let this whole thing disappear and not think of it anymore. It was a rough patch in their relationship but they were bound to have one and more would come as time went on.

However, that did not cease his curiosity about the two men sleeping together. The best person to ask would be Gilbert but the man was the last person Francis wanted to have a conversation with. But he had to know or else it would just keep eating at him. Francis hated to leave Arthur but he would find someone to watch over him while he was out.

He changed into his warmer clothes and placed his sword on his belt. As a child Francis had taken lessons in sword fighting for the sake of his father who wanted him to be a knight. Unfortunately, Francis had discovered cooking and baking and followed that path instead. Still, he owned a sword because he never knew when he might actually have need for one and bringing it to see Gilbert was a wise choice. The man could be extremely rambunctious and attempt to pick a fight with him just for the hell of it. If he did then Francis would be prepared.

Before he left he gave Arthur a kiss on the cheek and tucked him in more. He would have to find someone to watch over him so he looked around the castle for anyone trustworthy. He soon came across the two friends of Arthur who were walking Yao. The larger man was bandaged up, one large bandage wrapped around his head to cover his wounded eye. Yao looked to be explaining about the castle when he spotted Francis coming up to them.

“Good morning, Francis.” Yao said to him and Francis gave a quick bow of his head.

“Good morning. I don’t think I know your names.” He said to the two blondes.

“Berwald. And this is Tino.” Berwald said and Tino gave a little wave at Francis.

“I was just showing them around the castle.” Yao told him. “Did you need something?”

“Yes, actually. I was hoping maybe one of you wouldn’t mind watching over Arthur while I run some errands?” Francis asked the two. “He is sick with a high fever and I don’t want to leave him alone.”

“Arthur is ill?” Tino said and looked at Berwald. “Berwald…”

“Yes. We can look after him.” Francis looked at Yao.

“Is that okay?” Yao nodded.

“Of course. I’ll bring them there, you go and do what you have to do.” Francis smiled and bowed to them.

“Thank you.”

Francis walked past the trio and continued down the halls until he got to the back castle doors. No doubt Gilbert would be in the guard’s quarters or in the training arena. Francis looked up when he heard the call of a falcon and saw it fly from Natalia’s window. He wondered for a second why Natalia was sending out so many messenger birds but forgot it when he spotted Gilbert and Matthew. Both were over by the small training arena, talking to one another before they stopped when they saw Francis.

“Hello Gilbert, mind if we talk for a few minutes? Excuse us, Matthew.” Matthew looked at Gilbert who gave him a smirk and nodded, telling the smaller man to wait for him in his room. Matthew looked over his shoulder at both of them as he went back into the quarters.

“What do we need to talk about?” Gilbert asked him, crossing his arms.

“Let’s take a walk. I would like to discuss what happened on your trip with Arthur and Alfred.” Gilbert let out a heavy sigh and dropped his head back.

“Gods above, I’m so tired of talking about this!” He brought his head back up. “But if it is important to you because it deals with your ‘fiancé’ then I am willing to talk. Let’s walk.” They walked along the courtyard in silence at first, the only sound being the snow crunching below their feet. Finally, it was Francis who started to speak.

“I’ll just get right to the point. Did they have sex or not?” Francis paused in his walking and Gilbert stopped to face him. He gave Francis a mocking smirk in response to his question.

“What do you think?” Francis frowned.

“That’s why I’m asking you. And be truthful with me, Gilbert.”

“Seriously, I’m asking what you think! Before I say anything I want to know your thoughts.” Gilbert put his hands on his hips and awaited Francis’ answer. Francis crossed his arms and gave him a snobbish look.

“I find it hard to believe that they DIDN’T because Alfred would jump at that opportunity to lay with Arthur.” Gilbert laughed then.

“Contrary to your biased belief, I believe you will find it was the other way around.”

“Ah…so they DID have sex.” Francis said softly, glancing around to make sure no one heard.

“Arthur pushed for it.”

“I don’t believe you. Arthur wouldn’t do that by his own choice; I’m sure Alfred egged him on.” Gilbert laughed again.

“It was your precious lover who started the whole thing.” Gilbert whispered to him. “Alfred wouldn’t have gone for it if Arthur didn’t persuade him.”

“You’re lying!” Francis did not want to believe his words. Gilbert just gave a smug smile and shrugged his shoulders, turning to the side to look out at the woods.

“I speak the truth. Your lover and ‘fiancé’ laid with another by his own choice.” Gilbert heard the sound of a sword being released from its sheath and quickly found the blade tip tickling his jugular. Gilbert grinned and glanced at Francis. “Ooo…what brought this on? I thought that sword on your belt was for cutting cake.”

“You’re in no position to be smart mouthing me.”

“Oh dear…I’m shaking in my boots! Just what do you plan to do with me?” He mocked him, not wavering at the feel of the blade.

“You go out of your way to be difficult, don’t you?”

“Frankly, it tickles me.” He chuckled. “It makes the day go by and adds some spice to life. Now lower that sword, Bonnefoy. Go make some sugar roses or something.”

“Not until you take back what you said about Arthur.”

“Oh please! Stop being in denial! You’re no noble knight you’re a chef in an asshole’s kitchen. And I won’t take back what I said because it’s true.” Francis removed the sword from Gilbert’s throat but kept it pointed at him.

“You’d be surprised at what I can do! I challenge you to a duel for Arthur’s honor!” Gilbert pointed at him and started to laugh.

“You? Challenge me? Yeah right! Stop lying to yourself!” Francis had to do this even if it was just for his own conscience, true or not.

“Stop talking and fight me!” Francis challenged him again and Gilbert’s laughing lowered itself to a chuckle as he pulled out his own sword.

“Looking for an excuse to touch my ‘dick’, aren’t you?” He twirled the sword in his hand to show off his skill. “It is quite large, I know.” Francis ignored the vulgar statement and got himself into a stance. Gilbert pretended to look impressed. “Ready to dance, frosted fairy?”

That was the last insult before Francis swung his sword and it clashed with Gilbert’s. The blades sparked with each slash of steel on steel and the sounds echoed through the open land. Francis kept swinging his blade at Gilbert’s who blocked each one with a triumphant smirk. Gilbert was naming every sword move that Francis performed out loud, acting as if he knew each of Francis’ sword patterns. He couldn’t wait to wipe that smirk off of Gilbert’s pasty white face.

As their fighting got closer to the castle, Feliks opened his window as he heard the sounds of steel meeting in frenzy. He was peacefully having breakfast when he saw Francis and Gilbert dancing in their ‘duel’ and he smirked humorously. Toris was still asleep in their bed, peeking an eye open at the sounds that filled the room so early in the morning. He pulled the covers up over his naked body and covered his head.

“Feliks…shut the window.”

“Like, hell no! You have to see this to believe it.”

“Don’t stand naked at the window, you’ll catch cold.” Toris mumbled.

“I’m like, in a robe. Woo! That was a close one!”

“What the hell are you going on about? Come back to bed! I have to get up for work shortly!” Feliks just continued to watch the fight before him, resting his cheek on his open palm.

“I should wake up to this every morning!” He said and Toris finally threw the sheets off of him, knowing that sleep would never come back to him after this.

“What is it?!” He slipped from the bed and put his robe on, going to the window where Feliks was. “What are you looking a-“ His eyes widened before he rubbed at them to make sure what he was seeing was real.

“Isn’t this great?! It’s like, breakfast and a show!” He said as he munched on some kind of breakfast potato.

“This is ridiculous…what are those two fighting for? It looks serious.”

“Francis looks serious, but Gilbert is having the time of his life.” Feliks munched on another potato.

“And it looks like Gilbert is winning. Francis can’t possibly think he could win against Gilbert. The man is a war general who has never lost a battle.”

“It must be like, something important then.” The both gasped when Francis managed to land a blow to Gilbert’s shoulder, cutting through his fur poncho and tunic. The two dueling men paused before Gilbert turned from his wound back to Francis.

“OH HELL NO! YOU WANT TO PLAY WAR YOU FUCKING PANSY!?”

Gilbert stopped holding back and with both hands around his hilt he started a series of heavy blows that nearly knocked Francis off his feet each time. Francis was lucky to be blocking them but that was all he could do. Gilbert was letting his skill and strength show and Toris sensed trouble right away.

“I have to go! This is getting serious!” Toris quickly started to dress himself.

“What do you plan to do?” Feliks asked.

“Stop them of course! What else?”

“They have swords!”

“I have authority!” Toris countered and when he was decently dressed he rushed out of the room. Feliks just sighed and continued eating his breakfast, watching the show unfold before him.

Their fighting not only alerted Toris but Ludwig had heard from one of the guards what was going on. He hurried out of the barracks and ran to the fight, seeing Toris running from the opposite end. Gilbert was swinging relentlessly at Francis who was clearly getting tired from blocking all the blows. He wasn’t as used to fighting as Gilbert was and the man was wearing him down.

“STOP THIS FIGHT!” Came Toris’ voice as he stopped a safe distance away from the brawl. “I COMMAND YOU!”

“FUCK OFF!” Gilbert shouted back, refusing to cease his swings.

“HALT! ENOUGH!” Ludwig’s voice boomed through the morning air and Gilbert chose to listen to him instead, backing away from Francis with his sword still raised. Toris pouted a bit and blushed slightly in embarrassment because he was unable to stop the fight as easily as Ludwig did. “What is this all about?” Ludwig demanded.

Francis was panting and holding his chest, trying to catch his breath. What was he going to tell Ludwig? He was defending Arthur’s honor when his name was cleared? He had heard about Gilbert’s testimony that saved Arthur’s life but Francis did not want to bring it up again. He did not want to draw attention to the situation once again.

“I insulted his cake decorating and his manhood, so he was defending his honor.” Gilbert answered and gave Ludwig a smirk that made the man’s eyes roll. “Just bringing some fun to this cloudy morning!”

“Francis, is this true?” Toris asked him and Francis could only nod.

“Ye-yes. I will not have my looks and food insulted as such. I apologize for wounding you.” Gilbert scoffed.

“It’s a scratch.”

“Still, we should have it looked at.” Ludwig said. “You’re both done here. Francis, go back to the kitchen. As for you,” He glared at his brother who batted his eyelashes innocently at him. “Ugh…lets get you fixed up. You’ll be the death of me some day.” Gilbert went with Ludwig and Francis followed Toris back to the castle.

“I have a pretty good idea what that fight was about.” Toris said to Francis. “I promise not to say anything.”

“Thanks.”

“By the way, while I have you here, I want to let you know that you will be accompanying us to the royal palace.”

“Why?” Francis was really hoping he did not have to go.

“Ivan doesn’t trust anyone there with making his food. If Arthur gets better in time you can bring him as well. I already have to bring Feliks.”

“You can’t bring a tailor, can you?”

“Well, I’m going to ask Alfred if he will take Feliks as a groom as well.” Toris held the side castle kitchen door open for Francis. “He’s choosing to take his friend Tino as his groom. Feliciano will go with Yao, of course, and he’s not letting go of Kiku as a groom either. Ludwig and Gilbert have to come so that means Matthew will tag along. So many people…it’s ridiculous.”

“Natalia’s not coming?”

“No, she’s staying here with Katyusha. Katyusha is regent and Natalia is second.”

“Speaking of Natalia…have you noticed all the birds she’s been sending out?” Toris’ brows narrowed.

“No…why?” Francis shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of water from the drinking ladle.

“Just wondering. I found it a bit strange, that’s all.” He took another sip before putting the ladle back in the bucket. “I should go check on Arthur…and I suppose I’ll start packing as well. I just hope he’ll be better before we leave.”

“He will. I spoke to Kiku about it. He will be fine for traveling but he’ll just have to take it easy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go see to some issues of concern.” His main issue of concern right now was why Natalia was sending out so many birds.

Alfred and Yao were having breakfast with Ivan in the dining room, the first ‘meal’ they were sharing by themselves. Yao liked when it was just himself and Ivan speaking softly about politics and public issues. Now that Alfred would be joining them he could expect the mornings to be very loud. Yao cut into his quail egg, trying not to watch Alfred gorge his food. Apparently, what happened the day before was no longer affecting him if he could eat like that.

“Such a fine morning to be sharing together, yes?” Ivan said with a smile over his hot chocolate. “We leave for the royal kingdom tomorrow, remember.”

“Yes…I can’t wait.” Yao said flatly. “To be back with all those rats again. Shouldn’t we attempt to show Alfred how to eat properly?” Yao looked at Alfred with slight worry.

“No, he’ll eat properly when we get there. Right Alfred?” Ivan looked at him and Alfred just nodded, his cheeks fat with food. “Be kind to him, Yao…the poor boy has starved for so long. Once his body catches up to eating properly every day he will calm himself.” Alfred swallowed heavily what he had in his mouth as he reached for another piece of bread to smear butter on.

“That’s right! For now I just want to stuff my face because it’s all so good!” Alfred said and bit into the bread, chewing loudly.

“Um, Alfred, I do hope we can move pass what happened yesterday, correct?” Ivan said softly with a cute smile and Alfred narrowed his eyes at him before swallowing what was in his mouth.

“Well…I can’t say that I can forget about it just like that. I don’t appreciate getting beaten like that!” Ivan smiled.

“You pissed me off.”

“You should find better ways to control your anger.” Alfred countered and Ivan’s eyebrows went up.

“He’s got a point, Ivan.” Yao said, taking a bite out of his muffin. “I’ve been telling you that for months. You have to start learning to use your words, not your actions.” Ivan sipped at his hot cocoa.

“Isn’t that what you say to scold a child who has just hit another?” Ivan pointed out and Yao nodded.

“Precisely.” He said and Ivan frowned over the rim of his mug. Alfred could be heard chuckling behind hand.

“Are you implying that I am childish, first wife?” Ivan said to Yao who turned sharply to glare at him.

“Do not address me like that! When Alfred and I are in the room together with you, you will address us by our NAMES. In private you may call us ‘wife’. And if anything, I’m ‘Head Wife’. I married you first.”

“No argument from this end.” Alfred said as he popped another hard-boiled quail egg into his mouth. It was true though, Alfred knew.

“Well, when I am introducing you both I will make sure I say ‘Head Wife’. I do not wish to make you unhappy, Yao.” He smiled and reached over to rest his hand on top of Yao’s. Yao smiled at him and went back to eating his breakfast.

“What about me?” Alfred said with a little pout and Ivan put his mug down, reaching his other hand over to Alfred’s.

“You will be ‘New Wife’ or ‘Second Wife.’”

“Second wife.” Yao said quickly. “Calling him ‘new’ would say I’m old and I will not be looked at as such. He’s not a replacement for me.”

“Yes Yao. I will call Alfred ‘Second Wife’.” Ivan turned to look at Alfred. “You don’t mind that, right?” Alfred just shrugged his shoulders.

“No, not really. Some title is better than no title at all. So what is the palace like? Is it really, really big?” Ivan chuckled.

“Yes, it is. The royal palace is very close to the ocean. You can see it from almost any window.” Alfred cocked his head to the side.

“Ocean? What’s that?” Ivan and Yao looked at each other in surprise but then remembered Alfred’s poor education so they excused it.

“Well, the ocean is a really, REALLY big body of water that stretches for thousands of miles. The shore is where the water meets the land and its very sandy. You can find shells and crabs and all kinds of pretty things. We will defiantly have to show you. And wait until you see the baths in the palace!” Yao closed his eyes with a smile, sighing happily. “So relaxing.”

“I guess I’ll know where to find you if I need you.” Ivan said with a laugh. “Oh, and should we all share a chamber? I’m very popular with the king and he always gives me the LARGEST quarters close to his own.” Alfred and Yao looked at each other. “Don’t worry, the bed is big enough for all three of us and I’ll just sleep in the middle!” Ivan said proudly. “It will bring us all closer together, don’t you agree? And both of you wouldn’t mind a threesome, right?”

His answer came with a quail egg hitting his right temple and a rather large almond hitting his left cheek. He pouted.

“Phooey.”

The big morning finally came for the long journey to the king’s palace. Arthur was not fully healed from his illness but his fever was done enough where he could travel comfortably. Ivan would be traveling with his wives and Toris in one carriage. The others, being Feliks, Kiku, Feliciano, and Tino would be riding in another. Arthur, Francis, and Matthew rode in the smallest carriage. As usual, Ludwig and Gilbert would get horses to travel on and joining them would be Berwald, also on horseback. Ivan had enrolled him as a guard for now so he could ride with the other two. Katyusha and Natalia stood at the main entrance of the castle, holding little Galina between them. Ivan walked up to them and smiled.

“We will be heading out now. Are you sure you have everything you need?”

“Yes, we’re all set.” Katyusha smiled. “I feel like I hardly get to see you…you just came and now you’re leaving again.”

“Well…I have many things I must attend to.” He smiled and turned to Natalia. “Little sister…are you going to behave yourself?”

“Of course, dear brother.” She smiled sweetly at him. “I wish you and your wives a WONDERFUL time at the royal palace. I’m sure many great things and surprises await you there.”

“T-Thank you, Natalia. You’ve never wanted me to leave for court before.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” Ivan nodded and kissed them both on the cheek before kneeling down and rubbing Galina’s head.

“You be good for your mama.” He kissed her head and she giggled. “I will write when we get there.” Ivan said as he stood up. “Take care of things here.”

“We will.” Katyusha said and they watched Ivan as he got into his carriage with the others. He waved out the window at them as they started to ride away.

“Sister…you took his leaving very well.” Katyusha looked at her carefully.

“Oh, I WANT him to go to the royal palace with his wives.” She smiled eerily. “I have a feeling something ‘wondrous’ will happen there…something exciting and shocking. What kind of sister would I be if I held him back from that?” Her plan would work out perfectly and all she had to do now was sit back and watch things unfold.

After a week’s long ride the royal palace and city finally came into view. Ivan was the first to spot it in the early morning sun and gently shook the other three awake when they got closer. Alfred blinked tiredly as he looked out the window but then his eyes widened as the main city gates came into focus. Alfred stuck his head out the window and admired the large stone walls covered in vines and flowers.

Once they entered the royal city it was unlike anything Alfred had seen before. The streets were perfectly clean and the buildings were high. The many houses they had passed were just as large as Ivan’s back in his city. People of high living walked the streets in elegant clothes of all styles. Some people bowed or curtsied when their carriages when by for the recognized the Wolf Hall flag. They must all be nobles or really rich average people. Alfred lost count of all the jewelry and dress stores they past. There were hat shops, shoe shops, tobacco houses, food markets, restaurants, bakeries, cane making, armories, blacksmiths, glassmakers, basket weavers, candle shops, book shops, toy stores, name it and the royal city probably has it. Ivan stuck his head out of the window and told the carriage driver to stop at a clothing shop coming up on their right. Alfred wondered why they were stopping there and apparently so did the others.

“We’re going to change out of our traveling clothes, yes?” Ivan smiled. “And we want to stand out when we walk into the court so we’re all buying some new clothes to wear, my treat!” Feliks gave a ‘whoop’ of excitement and most of them were excited except for a few like Kiku and Ludwig.

As they went inside and began looking around, Alfred was the first to find something he wanted. The striking shade of blue caught his eye and he looked at it from its hanging spot. He had asked one of the shopkeepers to try it on and the tailor helped fit him. The blue tunic fit snuggly to his body, reaching down to stop an inch above his knees. One of the things he liked about it was the lacing on the side, which the tailor told him it was to keep the tunic comfortable if one feasted too much. That suited Alfred just right and with the stretchy lacing he wouldn’t hesitate to stuff himself. The sleeves were laced up tightly from wrist to elbow while the shoulders were baggy. The neckline was open so he could show off Ivan’s choker and keep cool in the summer heat. His normal black pants and boots would be more than enough and of course he had some jewelry to wear.

Yao, as usual, went for a long robe that was gold in color. He had chosen red lace instead of the brown to match his family’s house colors. The red lacing weaved up both sleeves to his mid shoulder, the outside lined with decorative green trim. The neck came up high and unlike Alfred Yao preferred to be as covered as possible. He also chose to wear a red overcoat with elegant gold buttons down he front that hung at the sides. The sleeves of the overcoat opened at the elbow and flopped back, hanging down to the waist. Instead of boots he chose flat black slippers so he could be more comfortable while standing around the court. He even had Feliciano braid his hair and weave a red and gold string into it. A simple golden band tiara completed his look and he smiled at himself in the body mirror. After all, he was still the head wife and he had to outshine Alfred.

Ivan chose a purple long vest with black brocade design and hook and eye closures. Underneath he had chosen a simple long wide sleeved shirt with a high neck. The hem was tight around his wrists to make it easier to slip on gloves if needed. Black pants and boots went well with the attire and despite the heat he had wear his white fox fur shawl cloak. Before he wore the cloak, of course, he had to slip on his chain of office with the medallion. He took the time to put three dark jeweled rings on each hand. Instead of the sword belt he wore a simple black silver studded belt. The more elaborate he was the better he was to make those nobles jealous. Not only did he had one wife but now he had two to show off next to him. Looking at the outfits his wives had chosen pleased him immensely and he could no wait to introduce Alfred.

Feliciano and Kiku had no choice in what they wore because Yao was deciding for them. Yao wanted them to wear the same outfits and colors of his house all the time, even if he himself changed colors. As his ‘grooms’ they usually had to wear the same serving outfit when in public. He chose two long tunics that stopped above the ankle. A slit ran from the thigh down and another slit opened at the neck. Both slits and wrists were trimmed with bright gold and the tunics were red in color. Kiku thought that Yao was overdoing the red and gold color scheme of his family but he chose not to say anything. Feliciano admired himself in the attire anyway without any complaints.

As for Feliks, Tino, and Matthew they were also unable to have any say in what they wore. Tino hadn’t a clue about how to dress richly and neither did Matthew, so that left it up to Feliks. Unlike Yao, Alfred let Feliks run the show and decide how to dress. Just like Kiku and Feliciano, Feliks had also chosen the same long tunics but in different colors. These long tunics were usually what grooms wore in the royal court but after they were settled in Feliks would add some of his own touches to it. For himself he chose a spring green color with faint pink trim to bring out his eyes. Matthew wore all white with some red trim and Tino’s was blue with white trim. Feliks had them wear long belts as accessories while he worse a form fitting one. Both Tino and Matthew felt a little odd in their clothes. Matthew hated how tight the leggings underneath were and Tino was just uncomfortable all together.

On the other side of the shop, Gilbert and Ludwig were having a classic sibling fight over who got to wear the last black leather jerkin in their size. Berwald had no problem choosing the soft brown short sleeve leather jerkin with a buckle-up front. The black one the brothers were fighting over was exactly the same as his. Finally, in order to decide who would get the black jerkin, Ludwig took out his dagger with a different design on either side of the hilt. Ludwig spun it and Gilbert called the vine side. The dagger clanged on the floor and landed roses up, making Ludwig the winner. Gilbert mumbled and threw the jerkin at Ludwig before grabbing a plain dark brown one. They kept their double wrap sword belts but made sure to help Berwald pick out one for himself when he got a sword.

Toris had no issue finding a simple, elegant brown and gold doublet. It featured a heavy brocade medallion design and sported a row of antiqued buttons. A plain thin black belt and leggings suited the outfit enough. For a little bit of style he chose high brown boots to match. Feliks sense of style must be starting to rub off on him. The elite dressing was necessary when living under the roof and court of the king as much as Toris hated it. Give him simple, solid color tunics.

Francis and Arthur were dressing each other together. While Francis went for me elaborate and ‘loud’ designs Arthur was much more modest and plain. Arthur chose a sleeveless hunter green doublet with a length that ends at the top of his hips. The doublet had brown drawstrings and eyelets in the front for easily adjustable comfort. A plain white cuffed sleeved shirt rest comfortably underneath it. He had wanted tighter brown pants but Francis insisted on bagger ones because of the high cut doublet. Arthur had to agree that the slightly poofy pants did look better with the outfit.

Francis chose a navy blue two-piece quilted gambeson with matching undershirt. Black lacing criss-crossed down the front and stopped at his belly. Instead of choosing black pants like everyone else, Francis picked out bright red breeches and brown high boots. Arthur just covered his face with his hand, complaining about how embarrassed he would be to be seen with the man in those pants.

“People could see you coming a mile away!” Arthur said with a frown and Francis laughed.

“I don’t really have to impress anyone! This is only for when we have audience with the king…and when I’m not cooking. Hmm…there’s something missing for you…” Francis looked Arthur up and down then snapped his fingers. He reached over to the hat shelf and placed a floppy hat on Arthur’s head with a pheasant feather sticking out of the side. “Perfect! You look like you could write poetry!” Before Arthur could respond Ivan interrupted him.

“Is everyone ready to go? Everything is bought and paid for.” He smiled.

“Yes, we’re ready. Thank you for buying us all this.” Arthur said to him. “It must have cost a lot.” Ivan’s smile widened.

“No, not really. But that’s not something you need to know.” He said with a laugh as he waited for all the others to exit the store before going out himself. Arthur did look back at the store clerk who was white as a sheet and trembling in fright. Arthur just shook his head and got back in the carriage with the others.

By sunset they had reached the royal palace and everyone who had not seen it stared out the windows in awe. The courtyard had to be two miles long with vast hedges, fountains, paths, and small gardens. The stone road they traveled on was crisp white and it was smooth, not bumpy like the precious city stone roads.

As the castle came into view it was bigger than anything they have ever seen. There were four levels of glass windows and balconies stretching as far as the eye can see. Alfred wondered how anyone could actually find their way around the place due to its massive size. He figured it had to be like a maze and he could see himself getting lost easily. He noticed that the air had also smelled quiet differently than what he was used to.

“It’s the sea air.” Ivan said to him, answering his question.

“How could you tell what I was thinking?”

“Well, you sniffing the air is a good indication.” He chuckled and Alfred cleared his throat.

“Right…so that’s the smell of the ocean?”

“Yes, it is. Once we get to our room you will be able to see it as well. I can’t wait to take you there. All of us will go for a nice beach bonfire and picnic! What do you say, Yao? Alfred? Toris?”

“I’ve always liked the shore.” Yao smiled and Toris just nodded in agreement. Alfred grinned brightly.

“I would love to go! When can we go?!”

“Not for a few days or so. We need to settle in and I will have a lot of court work to do. There is no limit to our stay here so we have all the time we need.” He smiled at the both of them. “I have to say you both look very stunning in those outfits. I will be proud to walk beside both of you.” Alfred smiled at the compliment and Yao gave a soft blush.

“You look very handsome as well.” Yao said to him as he always found Ivan at his most ‘dashing’ when he was dressed in elaborate courtly attire.

“Yeah! You look powerful and strong!” Alfred added in, staring out the window at the castle as they stopped the carriages in front of the wide, high steps.

As the exited the carriage Alfred could not help but look up at the castle with more shock than before. Toris ushered over Matthew, Feliks, and Tino, telling them to follow behind Alfred once they enter the castle. Feliciano and Kiku would follow behind Yao, of course. Ludwig, Gilbert, and Berwald would walk behind them, followed by Arthur and Francis who had to bring up the rear due to their ‘lower’ status. All of their things would be brought in later.

As they passed by all the guards and entered the castle, they were met with high cathedral ceilings and stone pillars set widely apart. Red carpet lay at their feet and gigantic candle chandeliers dangled from above. Everyone in the group who had never been here (mostly all of them) look at their surroundings with mouths agape. Everything was decorated with paintings and portraits, taxidermies and statues, suits of armor, display cases of weapons, rich tapestries and nearly everywhere there was the royal family symbol on some type of flag.

“Ivan…this place is…is marvelous!” Alfred said breathlessly, never seen such sights in his life. And he had thought that Ivan’s manor was the best thing he had seen.

“Indeed it is but try not to look so dazed and dumbstruck, Alfred. You are Lady Alfred Braginski, walk with your head high like Yao is doing.”

Ivan whispered to him and Alfred peeked over to see Yao walking with perfect poise. Alfred began to mimic the look but his short attention span with all the new surroundings were making it difficult for him to concentrate. The further they were taken in the castle the more people they began to pass. The servants and others were looking at them as they all passed and it was making some of the party uncomfortable.

Tino and Matthew walked with their eyes low to the ground while Feliks made sure to make eye contact with every noble he passed. Arthur was grumbling about the rich being to wealthy and why they should be taxed more than the ‘little’ people. Kiku tried to keep a straight face but the corner of his lip was twitching at the eyes on him. Feliciano did no seem to mind the attention and kept a happy smile plastered to his face.

Finally, they came upon a high, wide entrance way that lead into the court. If they thought the eyes on them coming here were bad then they were in for a real treat. Toris stopped all of the others as soon as they entered the door, letting only Ivan, Yao, and Alfred continue on.

Alfred gulped softly in his throat as he glanced around at all the disapproving faces. It felt like most of the eyes were on him and he wasn’t quite sure of the reason. All these people were dressed just as elaborate as he was and he noticed some men also wearing chains of office around their necks. We’re they all important people like Ivan? His thought vanished from his mind as he caught two women whispering behind their fans to one another as they watched him walk by. A trio of men on the other side were crossing their arms and shaking their heads with sneers.

Much to his relief, they were exiting the large court hall and entered the king’s public hearing room. The king sat on his throne upon a dais dressed very much like Ivan was now but with more decoration and jewels. He held a scepter in one hand as he lounged lazily in the throne. His crown was not as large as Alfred would have pictured it. The crown was just a thick gold band surrounding his head with club symbol points arising from it. He was a middle-aged man with short brown hair that was beginning to grey as well as his beard.

“Lord Ivan…it has been a very long time since we had last seen each other. I must be the first to congratulate you on your marriage.” The king said in a smooth voice as Ivan gave a low, noble bow.

“Likewise, your grace, and I thank you for your kind words.” Ivan replied. “You know my first wife, Lady Yao.” Yao gave a respectable bow, only bending at the waist.

“You’re majesty.”

“And this is my newest wife, Lady Alfred.” Alfred mirrored Yao’s bow but he ended up bending too far down and pulled back up with an embarrassed blush.

“Y-You’re majestic!” Alfred confused the word and Ivan leaned over to whisper to him.

“It’s ‘majesty’…not majestic.”

“ ‘Majestic’…that’s a new one.” The king said with a little amused smirk, stroking his beard. “I recall you telling me that he came from a farm so his words and behaviors are excused for now. I’m sure being among the other noble wives will help him learn the proper ways of court.”

“Absolutely, your majesty. Let me take this moment to give you my greatest gratitude for approving of my wish to marry another wife.” The king put his hand up.

“Think nothing of it, old friend. You have brought me many victories and sent enemies fleeing under my flag. It is the least I could do to return the favor. I must say, I found the request most refreshing for I get hundreds of pleas and favors from others. Most of them are all trivial…you know how it is.”

“Indeed, I do.” Ivan smiled at the king stood up then from his throne, walking down the dais. He walked up to Ivan and pats both his hands on his shoulders.

“It is such a relief to have you back at court, Lord Braginski. I know you want to settle in but when you get a chance I have some war papers for you to look over.” Ivan let out a chuckle.

“Of course, your highness. Let me get my wives mingling a bit in the crowd and then we will talk of politics and issues.”

“I need a steady head like you at my table at all times.” The king said and Alfred and Yao exchanged a little humorous glance at the words ‘steady head’. “In honor of your new marriage, like promised, we will hold a feast this evening to celebrate!”

“You are too kind, your grace.” Ivan smiled and looked to Alfred. “Alfred, do you have something to say to the king?”

“Huh? Oh! Oh yes! Thank you for the feast and everything else!” The king laughed again.

“He’s got a lot to learn, but he is young, he’ll catch on fast.” The king lifted a hand to tap at Alfred’s glasses. “Spectacles? It’s a shame you have to wear these for they take away from your eyes.”

“T-Thank you, sir…but I can’t see very well and I just love them. Iv- my husband gave them to me as a proposal gift.” The king nodded politely at him and then went to Yao.

“Lady Yao.” He took Yao’s hands and leaned forward to lightly kiss Yao’s tilted cheek. “How is your family?”

“They are doing quite well, thank you.” Yao smiled at him.

“Perhaps if I am not being badgered too much tonight you can catch me up on what they’ve been doing.”

“Certainly.” The king turned back to Ivan.

“I’m afraid I have more hearings to attend to but I promise we will talk later, Lord Ivan.” Ivan nodded and bowed again, followed by Alfred and Yao right after.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, your highness.”

Ivan bid him farewell as he led himself and his wives out of the room and back into the court. Alfred saw Berwald standing with Ludwig and Gilbert by the refreshment table with Tino, Kiku, and Matthew looking uncomfortable. Feliciano already had a tart bobbing from his mouth as he tried to balance the other pastries in a napkin on his arm. Toris was already roped in to talking politics with some of the other advisors and chancellors like himself. Feliks was already flirting with the lute musician as the man played and sang a song. Alfred had decided right then and there that the man belonged in a dress for the long tunic he was trying to sway to the music was failing. Francis already had a goblet of wine in his hand and appeared to be sweet talking Arthur who was resting against the wall.

“Yao,” Ivan’s voice cut through his thoughts as he said the other man’s name. “Why don’t you run off to mingle with the others? I know it’s your favorite thing to do.” Ivan smiled at Yao’s annoyed frown. “But remember to keep smiling, love. You have a beautiful smile. I will start introducing Alfred to the other nobles.”

“Hmph. Good luck with that.” Yao said flatly then turned to Alfred. “The less you say the better off you will be. Smile and wave with simple words and answers.”

“Thanks…I guess?” Alfred replied and watched as Yao left their side to mingle within the crowd. Alfred gulped and looked up at Ivan who just gave him a reassuring smile.

“Have no fear, my darling rose. This gathering here today is in your honor.”

“R-Really? All these people here for me?” Alfred’s eyes widened at the realization.

“Yes, as well as daily courtly business. There are many excuses and reasons to call everyone in for court.”

“Oh, so then it’s not THAT big of an honor?” Alfred frowned at him and Ivan gave a sheepish smile.

“Shall we, then?”

Ivan linked his arm with Alfred’s as he began guiding him around the crowded room. Despite all their jeers and glares earlier, the nobles he was being introduced to all smiled and greeted him politely. Some asked him simple questions like what part of Ivan’s city was he from and what kind of work he did on the farm. A few asked about his heritage but Ivan easily helped him avoid answering the question.

Alfred could easily tell that the nobles were very nosey but in a charming way where you can be roped into giving everything away. As they continued to mingle a group of nobles they had just talked to begin whispering among themselves, never taking their eyes off of Alfred.

“Can you believe it?” Said one nobleman. “Lord Ivan says he came from a farm!”

“Nonsense, he came from a brothel.” Said a noblewoman, fanning herself. “No one who works on a farm has that kind of clear skin.”

“I heard he came from a brothel too.” Said another noblewoman.

“How shameful! To marry a prostitute while already having a wife of good name and noble birth!” Said a nobleman.

“Although, his wife is Lady Yao you are talking about.” Said another nobleman. “Being married to that one would make any man turn to sluts. And for him to actually ACCEPT this second marriage just shows how low Yao’s morals are.”

“The king must be crazy! Letting Lord Ivan marry someone of such lower birth…and a whore on top of it! It’s embarrassing for the court!” Said a noblewoman. “He gives wives a bad name! I refuse to mingle with him.” She said snobbishly.

“You know what else I heard?” A nobleman passing by their group chimed in. “Mine came from a very reliable source. I heard he slept with one of the generals from the enemy army!” The all gasped.

“No! You can’t be serious!” Said one noblewoman with an amused smirk, hiding it behind her fan.

“I am! How do you think a no name like him managed to spread his legs for high lords like Ivan? Enemies will find each other. And can you blame Ivan for being attracted to him? You must admit the man is very easy on the eyes!”

“The legs are his best feature.” Said one of the men as his wife hit him angrily with her fan.

“Lets just see how long he lasts in our world.” Said the other noblewoman. “He’ll be running back to the gutter where he belongs soon enough. The king will not stand for so much unpopularity.”

After their mingling with the court was done the party split up to go to their respectable rooms. Francis and Arthur had one of the biggest rooms in the servant’s quarters since Francis was a chef. He also had to leave Arthur alone and find the kitchen so he could start cooking for Ivan. Toris had a room with the other advisors and luckily it was a private one. Ludwig, Gilbert, and Berwald were escorted to the barracks. Ludwig and Gilbert received the best rooms with the other generals while Berwald was stuck with all the other soldiers in smaller, more crowded rooms.

On the other hand, the others were being brought through the king’s private chambers, his home within his home. Ivan was given the largest chambers adjacent to the king’s with two bedrooms, one for each of his wives. Yao excused himself from them and took Kiku and Feliciano with him into his chamber, eager for some rest.

Alfred could hardly wait to open up his chamber doors and see what kind of wonders awaited him. Ivan let go of his arm and let Alfred open the door to his new room. Alfred’s mouth was opened wide in a pure smile as he looked around the room. Feliks, Tino, and Matthew were equally spellbound as well. The first thing he did was run to the wide balcony window to see what had to be the ocean.

“Look Ivan! Look! Tino! Matthew! Come look at the sea!” Alfred called them over excitedly.

“Oh wow! I’ve never seen anything like it!” Tino gasped out as he looked at the ocean in the distance.

“So much water…” Matthew said in awe and Feliks pushed past them to see for himself.

“Like, I’ve never seen the ocean either guys!” The four plastered their faced to the glass door and Ivan’s laugh brought them back from their staring.

“Trust me, you will have many chances to see the ocean.”

“Ahh! Like, look at that nook!” Feliks squealed and pointed to the small couch built into the wall, complete with plush white cushions. He ran to it and plopped himself on the plush fabric. “This is mine! I like, claim it in the name of me!”

“Technically, that’s mine!” Alfred protested, loving the small nook couch as much as Feliks. Feliks was already making himself comfortable.

“Nope. Mine.” He lounged in the nook before Ivan’s shadow loomed over him and he quickly sat up. “Of course, I’ll just keep it warm for you, Lady Alfred.” He chuckled nervously and stood up.

Alfred gave a little triumphant smile at his winning before looking around the room again. His bed was much bigger than Ivan’s back at Wolf Hall. The canopy and curtains were made of cream silk and the sheets were even the same material. Plush carpets lay along the stone floor to keep your feet from getting cold. In the center of the room there was a sitting area complete with light blue cushioned sofa and armchairs with elegant base cherry wood designs. Various small tables lie around the room, some with necessities on them or just elaborate decorations. There were also two cherry wood wardrobes, which he found to be empty but soon would be filled with his clothes.

“Alfred! Alfred, you must see this water closet!”

Matthew said with a gasp and the others went over to join him at the door. Alfred pushed through them and looked into the smaller room. Next to a large open window there was a marble tub with two steps up to get to it. Alfred waltzed into the room and went over to the tub, admiring the black and white stone. Looking out the window he could see the ocean and smell the salty air. The sea breeze was gentle against his face and he smiled softly.

“This is a bathroom, not a water closet. This is the water closet.” Ivan pointed to a door but Alfred didn’t seem to care.

“I’m am taking a bath in this tonight and no one is going to stop me! Look at all these scented oils and towels! They’re on silver trays!” Alfred opened one of the bottles to smell the floral aroma and sighed softly.

“I want to like, take a bath too!” Feliks whined and Matthew had the same look of pleading on his face. Tino tried not to look hopeful but it was written on his face too. Alfred smiled at them.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He winked at them but before he could continue admiring the scenery, Ivan’s voice cut in once again.

“I know we want to stand around and admire some more but we really don’t have that much time left before we have to head back down for the feast. If I were all of you, I would invest in some napping, for the night ahead will be long.”

“That actually sounds like a good idea.” Alfred said with a yawn as he heard the word ‘nap’. It had been hard traveling all this way with hardly anything soft to comfortably sleep on.

“Yes, I have some work to catch up on but when it comes time for the feast I will be up here to get you. You will be escorted by your grooms until you are seated at the king’s table and then they are free to mingle about and enjoy the meal.”

“Is Gilbert allowed to be there?” Matthew asked softly.

“Yes, he and Ludwig and your friend Berwald are invited.” Tino and Matthew shared a smile. “As they are under my employment and part of my traveling party, they are entitled to join us at these types of gatherings. Francis will also be there with Arthur. Now get some rest.” Ivan kissed Alfred gently on the lips. “And be prepared to stuff yourself fat.” Alfred grinned.

“Can do! I must say that is the part I’ve been waiting for!”

After their nap, as Ivan promised, he came up to the chambers to escort both his wives to the feast. Alfred and Yao remained in their same clothes and so did Ivan. There just was not enough time to fiddle with something new when what they had was just right.

Once they were in the dining hall, Ivan led them up the dais to the king’s table where the royal grooms held out their chairs for them. Alfred and Ivan were seated between the king with Yao on the other side of his husband. Their plates were immediately served to them and their wine, champagne, or ale poured. Alfred had chose to taste all three and he found the wine and champagne to his liking. The king’s personal food taster has passed the meals for being safe to eat and Alfred took that as his cue to dig in.

Alfred remembered to control his eating habits and took up a knife and fork. He had never really cut with a knife and fork because he usually ate with his hands or a spoon. Hoping no one would notice he started pulling the pheasant meat off its bones with just his fork. It felt extremely odd to be sitting next to the king and sharing dinner with him. This was something out of his wildest dreams to be dining with the king and it was for his marriage to Ivan.

Ivan and the king were already talking about something court related as they ate so Alfred took the opportunity to scan the dining hall. He was on the look out for his friends and brother, wondering what they were up to. Matthew was the first one he spotted and he was happily sipping wine from Gilbert’s goblet. Nearby was Feliciano who was pulling Ludwig’s arm in a desperate attempt to get him to join in the dancing circle. Tino and Berwald were hiding behind the refreshment table, both trying desperately not to appear famished as they picked at the food on their plate.

Next he spotted Francis (who was hard to miss) dancing for Arthur, probably showing him some of the moves. Arthur was not one for dancing because he did not know how and neither did Alfred, or any of his farm family for that matter. Alfred smiled over his wine goblet as he thought about watching Arthur dance with Francis among the nobles. To his surprise, Feliciano had managed to get Ludwig involved in the synchronized dancing lines and Alfred had to stifle his laughter. Ludwig kept the same stern, straight face as he moved perfectly in line with Feliciano and the others. Alfred could figure that Ludwig was probably dying a little inside as he danced with an ecstatic Feliciano.

Alfred’s brows lowered as he spotted Toris leaning against one of the pillars with only a goblet in his hand, looking displeased and annoyed. Alfred followed his gaze to lock his blue eyes on Feliks, who was once again dancing for the band members. The band members had their eyes on him as they continued to play and sing and it must be bothering Toris to see Feliks with the others. Perhaps tonight, if he wasn’t too tired later, he would speak to Feliks about being more discreet with his public flirting for Toris’ sake.

“Lady Alfred?” The king’s voice brought his attention back to their table.

“Yes, your highness?”

“How do you like your meal?”

“It’s really good! I’ve never tasted anything so delicious before!”

“I will let my chefs know of your delight for their cooking. Tell me, how did you come about meeting Ivan?” Alfred blinked and looked at Ivan nervously, wondering what he should say. They had not prepared for this on the journey here because Toris was insisting on teaching Alfred how to read and write his letters.

“You may tell him, Alfred, don’t be shy. Tell him the truth.” Alfred nodded and took another sip of his wine.

“Well, I came to work at Lord Ivan’s manor when the…the taxes were raised again to help support the war. My farm and family were very poor and it was getting hard to make ends meet on just livestock and crops alone. So I started working for Lord Ivan and raised money to send back to the farm…one thing led to another…and here I am.” He smiled softly at Ivan who gave him a wink.

“Ah, yes, I understand. Believe me, Lady Alfred, when I say that it does not please me in any way to have to raise taxes on my citizens. I’m sure you have many complaints and objections about the war but it is a necessary one that in the end will keep our kingdom safe from invaders. These war taxes are an evil necessity that we cannot ignore. But I have heard the cries of my kingdom in their poverty and I strive to do the best for my countrymen.” Alfred still did not agree with the war even with the king’s generous words but he was not going to disagree. Last time he did that the guard slit his poor cow’s throat!

“I understand, your highness. It must be hard to be a ruler of so much.”

“Yes, indeed it is. Even though I am basked in gold and jewels and marble they are all bled from my heavy work ethics and my reigning as king. It is not a cakewalk.”

“But you take your work very seriously for I hear we are winning the war?” Alfred had overheard some nobles talking about that so he figured it was good topic sentence to bring up.

“Yes! We certainly are! This ceasefire is proof that the war should not last much longer. I’ve already sent out various spies to the enemy kingdom to note anything suspicious.” The king turned to Ivan. “You have a very sweet wife here, Ivan. He’s a joy to talk to!” Ivan smiled.

“Thank you, you grace.”

“Oh! That reminds me! I should make a public toast to your marriage!” The king stood up from his chair and raised his goblet high. “ATTENTION! ATTENTION EVERYONE!” The dining hall slowly started to quiet down. “I would like to propose a toast to our own Lord Ivan and his new beautiful wife, Lady Alfred! May they have many happy years together!”

Alfred smiled brightly as the court members all raised their goblets in cheers and good wishes for him and Ivan. The atmosphere was beginning to grow more comfortable for him and he started to feel at place among the others. All of the nobles were smiling at him from their spots instead of glaring at him. Maybe it just took them a short while to get used to the idea of a double marriage. Alfred could see where it might disturb and anger some people but at least now they were cheering him on.

“My lady, would you care to dance?”

Alfred heard Ivan’s voice but the question was not directed to him but rather at Yao. Yao smiled up at Ivan before standing from his chair and accepting Ivan’s hand. Alfred watched them leave the dais and out onto the dance floor with the others. He knew Ivan had chosen Yao to dance with him because he had no clue how to dance like a noble.

“Lady Alfred, do not feel bad. I have many dancing instructors here who would love to teach you to dance.” Alfred smiled at the king.

“Thank you…that’s really nice of you to offer. I think I may just take you up on it, if that is all right?”

“Absolutely. I will arrange to have an instructor teach you dance. However, you should watch closely to your husband and Yao dance so you have a clear idea of what can be expected.”

Alfred did as the king suggested and kept his gaze focused on Ivan and Yao. The two never broke eye contact as they followed every dance move perfectly with the others. Alfred sipped more of his wine as he studied how well the two of them matched up. Yao carried himself with poise and pride, his head always held high. Ivan’s chest was always out and his back perfectly straight, his perfect posture dignifying himself even more. They moved easily in rhythm together with polite smiles, all the while Alfred was feeling a bit of jealousy welling up inside of him.

The jealousy he felt was not malicious in any way but more of just he felt inadequate next to Yao. Deep down he knew he was because he did not have the same noble upbringing as Yao did. All of this was like a second life to Yao while it was all new to him. Alfred was determined to learn how to be a polite and proper noble so he could perform like Yao in public. It would be better for his image if he could pull it off.

Once the dance ended everyone bowed to their partner before choosing to leave or stay for the next song. Ivan and Yao chose to leave and walk back up to the dais to have a seat at the table once again. Their plates were refilled with more meats and veggies once they sat down and Alfred made sure to ask if he could have more as well. The food was extraordinary and he wanted as much of it in his belly as he could stuff so he can just lounge in that tub tonight and relax.

“Oh, Lord Ivan, I’ve forgotten to mention but I will holding a joust tomorrow in honor of the ceasefire. I hope you and your wives will be able to attend?” Ivan refused a second helping of ale, wishing that the king had vodka on site.

“We would be honored to attend the joust, your highness. Perhaps I will compete in it for I need a little bit of action in my life. I fear I’m becoming a plump old man!” The king laughed.

“Nonsense! No one wields a lance like you do, Lord Ivan!”

“Husband… I really rather you NOT compete in the joust.” Yao protested softly. “It can become very dangerous very quickly.”

“I know what jousting is!” Alfred said out loud, pleased with himself that he knew something on topic.

“Then you would agree that Ivan should not compete.” Yao said as he leaned over the table so he could see Alfred better.

“I think you should let him compete if he wants to.” Alfred said and Ivan smiled.

“Thank you, Alfred. See Yao? You need to loosen up more…like Alfred.” Yao scoffed at his husband and went back to picking at his food. “You will love the joust, Alfred. And this will be the first time I’ll have two favors tied to my lance!”

“Favors? I don’t get it.”

“Feliks probably has a ton of them, ask him for one later.” Ivan suggested and went back to cutting his meat. “But it has to represent you in some way.” If Alfred knew how to write more he would ask to have a paper and quill with him to jot down notes. There was still a lot he had to learn.

The rest of the feasting continued on eventless, everyone just talking, eating, and drinking. Alfred was actually growing tired and he still wanted to get that bath before he went to bed. He was stuffed with good food and slightly drunk on wine and he feared if he stayed any long he would fall asleep at the table. Ivan had sent word to the servants to start heating the hot water for Alfred’s bath. Alfred knew how to request from servants from now on.

When his bath was ready a servant had come to get him to escort him back to his chambers. Yao had decided to turn in early as well as he managed to lock eyes with half drunk Feliciano, silently telling him to round up all the grooms. The two could not leave until all their grooms were with them as was necessary. Alfred had wanted to let his grooms stay and have fun but he had to follow the society rules of a ‘lady’.

Once he was back in his chambers he immediately went to the bathroom where his hot bath was waiting. Tino asked if he needed help removing his clothes but Alfred had dismissed him kindly. He would have to get used to asking his friends to help him dress and undress and do other kinds of small things he could himself. He knew it was expected of a groom but he couldn’t put his friends through silly things like undressing him for a bath. Instead, he had given them the night off to do what they wanted in his chambers or go to their own smaller ones. Right now he was undressing himself and laying the clothes out neatly on the back of a chair as he got into the large tub. He was truly being treated like some kind of royalty for there were two silver trays of chocolate candies and grapes with some goat cheese. Beside the trays were an empty glass and a bottle of opened champagne.

Alfred laid back in the hot bath, surrounded by bubbles and rose petals of pink and red. The warm night breeze blew a few tickling strands of hair across his face as he turned to look outside. He could see the ocean and hear its gentle waves kissing the shore. The moon was a large white ball in the clear sky, casting its glow among the water. Nothing beat this scene right now. He could stay like this forever, he told himself and with a satisfied smirk he reached over the side of the tub to pick up a truffle to pop in his mouth. He lifted the delicate glass of champagne and took a sip, lulling his head back and crossing his legs in the water.

“I’m not leaving. I swear it…this place is paradise…it’s good to be the king.” He gasped when he heard the door open but relaxed when he saw it was Ivan.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?” Ivan smiled and closed the door behind him.

“I love it here, Ivan! This is…it’s all…I just can’t explain it! It’s a paradise! A utopia!” Ivan chuckled.

“Yes, but remember, a lot of what you see has come from years of bloodshed, family ties, and wars.” He walked over to the high set tub and sat on the top step, resting his right arm of the tub’s rim. Ivan stared at him dreamily and it actually made Alfred a bit nervous so he sipped some more champagne.

“What is it, Ivan?”

“Little Rose…you look so stunning right now. Basked in the moonlight…resting in a pool of water…smelling of roses and chocolate…” he drug his fingers through the water, cupping some rose petals. “My rose. My Alfred.”

The look in Ivan’s eyes as they stared at him unnerved him somewhat but made his body tingle anyway. Ivan was dressed in his courtly attire and like Yao had said, he was very handsome. Maybe it was the atmosphere, or the champagne, or just his own wanton body gnawing at him with need but he had never wanted the man more so than he did now.

“Would you care to join me?” Alfred said softly, taking another piece of candy and eating it.

“I would like nothing more, my Lady.” Ivan said and stood up, carefully removing his clothes and jewelry. When he was naked Alfred stopped him from getting into the tub. “What is it?” Ivan asked, confused.

“Um…could you put your…chain of office thing on?” Alfred asked with a slight flush and Ivan smirked.

“As you command.” He slipped the heavy piece over his head and carefully walked up the steps to get into the tub. Alfred watched him closely as he slid into he water, not letting his eyes miss an inch of Ivan’s taut, hidden muscles. “May I have some champagne?” Alfred nodded and passed him his glass over the water. Ivan sipped it and crinkled his nose.

“What’s wrong?”

“Every time I try this stuff it just keeps tasting worse and worse. Vodka is my choice. Wine second.” He handed the glass back to Alfred. Alfred took a heavy sip and downed the rest before taking the bottle and pouring himself more. “Slow down there, tiger.” Ivan chuckled.

“I can’t help it! I love this stuff!” He picked up a grape and ate it. “Would you like one?”

“Only if you feed it to me.”

Ivan smirked and rests his arms outside the tub along the rims. Alfred could not resist the sexiness of his husband at this moment and the whole scene in general so he did as he was told. Carefully, he took the tray of grapes and cheese and glided through the water, stopping in front of Ivan. Ivan took the tray from him and held it so Alfred could easily feed him.

Alfred took the first grape and held it out to Ivan’s lips. Ivan opened his mouth and took the grape from Alfred’s fingertips, enjoying the sweetness of the fruit. Ivan held his mouth open again for another one and Alfred smiled, picking the green oval off of its stem and dropping it into his husband’s mouth. When Alfred proceeded to feed him the next grape, Ivan took not only the fruit into his mouth but Alfred’s fingers as well. Alfred let out a soft moan as Ivan sucked gently on his fingers.

“Do those look like grapes to you?” Alfred laughed but Ivan didn’t cease in his sucking. He kept his eyes locked on Alfred’s blue ones as he ran his tongue along the thin digits. Finally he pulled his mouth away from Alfred’s fingers and licked his lips.

“You taste like roses…I couldn’t stop myself.” He said and put the tray down.

He wrapped his arms around Alfred’s body and pulled him close, pressing their groins against each other. Alfred’s chest was pressed tightly to his and his hands rests on the strong shoulders. This was one of the few times he could look DOWN at Ivan even if he wasn’t in a dominant position.

“Kiss me.”

Ivan’s command was soft as his hand stroked up and down Alfred’s wet back. Alfred closed his eyes and brought his mouth down to kiss Ivan’s lips. Their kiss was gentle at first then slowly started to grow into a more passionate one. Alfred let his arms slip loosely around Ivan’s neck as their tongues met in an epic dance. He could feel Ivan’s erection growing in the warm water against his own and Alfred started rocking his hips forward.

Ivan’s hands roamed Alfred’s back as he moaned into the kiss before pulling away to latch on to his neck. Alfred tilted his head and let Ivan’s hot lips kiss and lick every inch of skin he could find. Alfred gasped out when he felt Ivan’s large hand cup the back of his head and pressed his neck more into his mouth to suck wholeheartedly on it.

Once his lips left Alfred’s neck they then traveled down to suck and bite at his nipples. Alfred cried out softly and moaned his pleasure, arching his body forward into Ivan’s own. Ivan’s hand was planted on Alfred’s lower back as his other hand went under the water and to his entrance. Alfred trembled and gasped when he felt Ivan’s calloused finger pressing and rubbing against his hole, teasing it by not pressing it inside. His lips still did not cease their assault on his nipples and chest and Alfred was trying desperately to get those fingers to press into him.

“Ivan…” Alfred whined his name and rubbed himself against Ivan’s growing erection. Ivan’s fingers continued to rub and stroke at that clenching hole, refusing to give Alfred the pleasure he sought until he begged for it. “Ivan please…!”

“Please what, my rose?” Ivan purred, licking up the center of his chest.

“Please…my magnificent sunflower…don’t tease me any longer.” Alfred breathed out and those words surprised Ivan to where his fingers developed a mind of their own and thrust two up into Alfred. Alfred cried out and gripped Ivan’s shoulders, pushing his body down onto the invading digits. “YES!” he gasped out, making Ivan’s erection jump in anticipation.

“Alfred…do you forgive me for the brutal way I treated you earlier in the week? Please love…I need to know.” Ivan was lost in his lust and want for his rose that he really did care about his answer.

“Yes…Yes I forgive you.” Alfred replied against his lips. “Although I won’t ever forget it…I just hope you never raise a hand to me again.”

“I only wish to lay these hands on you in this manner, my sweet.” Ivan stated and thrust a third finger up into him, making Alfred arch and gasp. “Don’t hide your true self from me anymore, wife. I want to know all of you…no more acting…let me see the real you. The real Alfred Jones-Braginski.”

“You will see the true me…” He cried out loudly and his eyes widened as he felt Ivan’s fingers strike that spot inside of him. “Oh gods above…” He panted out against Ivan’s ear. “You will never see the true me if you don’t remove those damn fingers and fuck me right here and now!”

“Yes, my Lady.” Ivan purred and pulled his fingers from Alfred’s anus before settling the wanton body above his member. Alfred smirked at him and reached over to pick up the glass of champagne and take a sip before Ivan started to lower his body onto his erect member. Alfred let out a deep moan as he felt Ivan’s thick cock push past the first ring of muscle to start it’s journey deep inside of him. Alfred actually tossed the glass out the window. “Good, I presume?” Ivan asked him as he continued to slowly press up into the wet heat above him.

“Very good…” Alfred breathed out. “Fill me more…Ivan…fill me to the point where I feel like I will burst!”

Ivan growled low in his throat as he thrust the rest of the way in, making Alfred throw his head back and voice his pleasure to the ceiling. Ivan dropped both his hands under the water to grip Alfred’s tight cheeks and spread them open as he started pumping up into him. Alfred had wanted to hold on to Ivan’s shoulders but with the force of the thrusts he found it easier to grip the sides of the tub.

Ivan’s hot cock stretched and filled him, striking his sweet spot with furious speed. Alfred went a step further and clenched his inner muscles around Ivan’s dick and heard the man moan in pleasure at his motions. Alfred licked his lips and choked out a laugh as the pleasure of Ivan’s cock around his tightening muscles only electrified the act. The more he clenched around him the harder Ivan had to work to push pass those muscles.

Ivan’s lips worked their way over every part of Alfred they could find from his neck to his nipples. Alfred could only feel Ivan’s dick growing inside of him with each downward thrust and he decided that now was the time to try something a little new. Alfred was known (by Arthur) to have a very flexible body and he put it to the test on Ivan. Alfred gripped the rims of the tub started rocking and swaying his body like a snake on Ivan’s erection, tightening his belly and insides as he did. Ivan let his head fall back as he moaned heavily, letting Alfred finish his exotic dance on his cock.

“You’re a wanton little mink!”

Ivan hissed out as he pulled Alfred’s face down for another passionate kiss as their bodies dancing wildly against one another. When Ivan pulled his mouth away he easily lifted Alfred’s body off of his swollen cock and flipped him around so his back was to his chest. Alfred cried out again as Ivan’s dick entered him from another angle and punched, not touched, but punched his prostate. Alfred’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt Ivan’s rock hard member thrust its way up into his belly.

Alfred had decided then and there that this was his favorite position with Ivan. Ivan’s large, curved dick tingled his prostate the most in this position and this was when he could feel him the deepest inside his body. Alfred gripped Ivan’s thighs as the man thrust up into him with wanton passion, rocking his body with bruising thrusts.

“Harder…Ivan…!” Alfred begged him and Ivan complied, gripping the slim hips hard enough to bruise as he thrust up into the willing body. “YES! YES!” Alfred cried out with each hard thrust up into him.

“My rose…cum for me!” Ivan moaned out, biting his neck.

“I-I’m cumming!” Alfred cried out as he thrust himself down onto Ivan’s erection a few more times before arching his back and cumming into the water. Ivan thrust a bit more into him before he stilled himself and exploded into his wanton body, coaxing his insides with his seed.

“Too bad you are not a woman…or had the womanly parts…” Ivan moaned into his neck. “I would have impregnated you so many times…”

“That’s disgusting…don’t ruin the moment.” Alfred moaned out before he lifted himself off of Ivan’s cock. “Now run along and do something else so I can finish my bath.” Ivan let out a low whistle.

“That’s low…my Little Rose.” He smirked.

“Shoo. This is Alfred time now.” Ivan smirked and got up out of the tub, stepping out to dry himself off.

“I’ll let this demand go for now but be warned…it will come back to bite you in that pert little ass!” Alfred smirked evilly at him and ate another grape.

“Why are you still here? Go away. Shoo. Shoo fly, don’t bother me.” Ivan purred at that before he started to get dressed.

“You little whore…you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Completely.” Alfred grinned from ear to ear before blowing him a kiss. “Ta-ta!”

Ivan finished dressing and returned the polite kiss before leaving the room, completely satisfied with the events of the evening. Since the whole evening was for Alfred, Ivan decided that he would share Yao’s bed tonight to make it up to the smaller man. Yao was practically forgotten about today since Alfred’s name was on everybody’s tongue. Some innocent snuggling would do the trick.

The next morning, Ivan was up at dawn to start his busy day with court work and other business. He was dressed in a similar brocade style long vest with his jewels and chain of office. Ivan was on his way to the king’s counseling room where he would be listening to loud mouth jackasses complaining about the strain of their finances due to the war. Ivan was hoping for more military talk that would discuss past wins and current plans in case of sudden attack. However, what he was going to be greeted with would put a heavy strain on the remainder of the day.

“Ah, Lord Ivan, good morning to you.” Said a royal chancellor with a bow. “I was told to inform you that Ambassador Jacobs is here from our neighboring neutral kingdom. He wishes to discuss some issues and concerns he is having with his border control.” Ivan smiled.

“I would gladly meet with the ambassador and help him in any way I can.”

“I will let him know. He wishes to speak over dinner, however, there is one thing I must tell you.” The man looked nervous to say. “Don’t kill the messenger…but…Ambassador Jacobs refuses to dine or discuss anything with you if you choose to bring your second wife along.” Ivan smiled dangerously and quickly moved his hands behind his back so the man would not see his fists clenching in rage.

“And…why is that?”

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