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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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*** ^_^ I wanted to get the next chapter up before the Easter weekend. A lot will be going on in this chapter. So much that it made my own eyes cross writing it! lol! Please read the note at the end.

***Warning: Hardcore yaoi ahead and political intrigue.

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter 28

“Is it done?”

“Yes, your highness. Your son’s killer is being eaten by rats in the city slums while his head rests on a spike, just as you asked.” Ivan replied in the darkened room.

The king was bedridden with despair over the death of his son and he refused to leave the room or use any candles. He still had not been to the royal tomb for his final farewell to his son. He had his windows bolted and shut so that no light came in but also to keep out the illusions of his son’s ghost. The man was still in shock and spoke broken sentences most of the time. It was hard for his advisors and scribes to make sense of his words nor could they get him to eat or drink. The only person he seemed to respond with was Ivan and the king had made sure he visited him after the execution.

“Good…and his army?”

“All are posted on or outside the city walls, ready to fight and defend. I heard also that one of our other armies have replied to our message and are coming here. We have more than enough manpower to hold off the barbarians should they attack again until the other army gets here.”

“Lord Ivan…what do you say to a peace treaty between the warring kingdoms?”

“A peace treaty, your grace?”

“Right now I am uncertain about so many things…if something happens to me I don’t want the next leader to be burdened with a war. But will all our fighting be for nothing then?”

“That is a hard call, your highness. Please, do not act as if you won’t get up tomorrow. You still have the option of marrying and siring another heir.”

“I can’t do that. The more I think about it the more repulsed I become.”

“So you may choose to name a successor?” Ivan contained his grin.

“Yes…I very well may. But I have a lot to think about…a lot to consider…I’m sure you know that you will be one of them?”

“I do, sir. I am highly honored that you would consider me at all.”

“Don’t be modest. You’re practically the only one who can carry out all my dirty work without a second glance. You’ve never been defeated and you always speak the truth. And your wives would make fine rulers as well.” Ivan chuckled.

“You’re putting a lot of faith into Alfred, my lord.”

“I have lived many years and seen thousands of people. I know your Alfred would do all in his power help the kingdom.”

“True, but Alfred does have a habit of wanting to please and help everyone. He also likes to stick his nose into places they don’t belong. That’s just who he is.”

“But he would be more merciful and kind than you or Yao. Once the public got over your double marriage he would be very popular among the people. Your Yao is very smart and cunning. He would be a great aid and hand to you in decision making.”

‘Looks like I got the job already!’ Ivan said to himself, his body tightening with excitement.

“But there is still so much to consider…my mind is so full of grief and sadness that I can not think about all that needs to be done.”

“I understand, your grace. His presence will be greatly missed. He would have been a powerful king.”

“Thank you for your words…I’m tired. You may leave me.” Ivan stood up from the chair.

“Fast health to you, your highness.”

Even though the king’s back was to him, Ivan bowed anyway before exiting the room. He made sure he was away from most of the crowd that lingered around the king’s royal chamber before letting a smile grace his face. It was clear that the king would not take another wife and sire an heir so that left naming a successor. He had already considered Ivan so that was one step ahead of the others. Like the king, Ivan had many things to consider too. His biggest concerns were the other nobles and their own thirst for power. Ivan was the least popular among all of them and he knew, without a doubt, that they would try to plot against him. So he had to be prepared for anything and would need to get his feelers out. He needed to speak with Toris about his plans and work them out. But at the moment, his cock was slightly tightening with excitement so he chose to take a detour from Toris’ room and head to Alfred’s. He had promised Yao he would go to him after the meeting was over but stopping at Alfred’s room first wouldn’t take long.

Alfred was lounging on the bed and flipping through a picture book of exotic animals. Only Feliks and Tino were with him, Matthew was still with Gilbert much to his dismay. Feliks was sewing a special nightshirt for him and Tino was busy folding clothes. He had a piece of chocolate cake in one hand, munching happily as he used his free hand to turn the pages. Next to the bed was a wheeled tray topped with a few various desserts, a bottle of wine, and some strawberries. Francis had made all of the desserts and he had just introduced Alfred to whipped cream. Alfred had demanded that a bowl of it be brought up with this buffet of food so he could dip. He needed to get the vision of the headless man out of his head so he busied himself with food and pictures. He took a hearty gulp of wine and turned the next page with his elbow. Alfred made fast work of the chocolate cake and blindly reached for another type. This one was some type of nutty cake and its glaze almost dripped onto the book. It was so moist that most of it trickled down his arm. Alfred stuck his tongue out and proceeded to lick dribbles off when his door opened. They all turned to look at Ivan who stood at the door with a smile.

“You two are relieved of your duties until I call you back.” Ivan smiled at them and Feliks and Tino took that as their cue to leave. Tino waved at Alfred as Ivan stood aside to let them pass. He closed the door behind them and locked it. “Light snack, my love?” Ivan said as he eyed up all the food.

“I think I deserve it after all I’ve been through. And the doctor gave me medicine for my sand fly bites! So I wanted to celebrate with some desserts and wine.”

“I hope you had something for dinner before all this sweet stuff?” Ivan walked over to him and stood by the serving tray.

“Nope! Just cakes, pies, wine, and Francis’ delicious whipped cream!” He placed the cake back down on the tray and took a strawberry to dip it in the cream. He popped the whole thing in his mouth before flopping back on the bed, chewing with a low ‘mmm’. “I don’t need sex in life. I just need that whipped cream.”

“I’m hurt, my rose.” Ivan mock pouted. “I don’t suppose I could join you on the bed for some sweet treats as well?” Ivan smirked and removed his chain of office necklace. Alfred rolled over onto his side again and reached another strawberry with whipped cream.

“Which sweet treats are we talking about? Me or the food?” He bit into the strawberry as Ivan removed his purple court long vest so no food would spill on it. The brocade design on it was his favorite.

“Both, of course.” Ivan unbuckled his boots and walked around to the other side of the bed where he settled himself behind Alfred. “What are you reading?”

“A book with lots of pictures of crazy looking animals! I can’t believe these things exist in the world!”

“Perhaps someday, after the war is over, we could travel to the places where some of these animals live and you may see them for real.” Alfred looked over his shoulder at him and grinned happily.

“You mean it! Really?” Ivan smiled and nodded.

“Looking at your beautiful eyes reminds me that I must get you some new spectacles.”

“Yeah…I miss being able to see. That damn Hound Lord didn’t give them back to me. Hey Ivan, who was the guy that kidnapped me? He wasn’t a barbarian like the others.”

“Chances are he was hired a long time ago to just spy around the palace and gather information. He nabbed you in hopes of controlling me, and you saw where that got them.” Ivan chuckled.

“Do you think he’s still around?”

“It’s possible. Did you see his face?”

“No, he wore a mask.”

“Hmm…all I can tell you is to keep your eyes peeled and be wary of strangers. If you can, make sure you are always walking with someone. Even if it’s just Matthew or Tino, there is safety in numbers. Can you do that for me, my rose?” Ivan leaned his head down to kiss his neck. Alfred smiled softly.

“I can. Maybe I’ll just have my own entourage.” He chuckled and took the goblet of wine to have a sip.

“This tunic is stunning on you, Alfred. Did I buy it?”

“It’s one of Yao’s surcoats. I’m just wearing it to lay around in.” The green sleeveless surcoat was tight against his body and it was shorter in length on him. The day was very hot and Alfred wanted something open and thin to keep him cool. To Ivan it looked like a second skin and he had to slowly snake his hand down Alfred’s side.

“Can you pass me that blueberry pie?” Ivan asked, kissing his shoulder next. Alfred took another sip of wine before putting it down and carefully lifting up the pie.

“Try not to spill it.” Ivan took the pie and bit into it but some squeezed out and dropped onto Alfred’s arm. Ivan grinned and stuck his tongue out to lick the spot clean. Alfred gave a tiny content moan in the back of his throat at the gesture. “You planned that, didn’t you?”

“It was simply an innocent drop of juices. And I must say it tastes much better coming off of you.” Ivan licked his lips.

“Well, being as you’re such a messy eater I should take off Yao’s surcoat as to not get it dirty.”

“That would be very wise.” Ivan grinned and sat up with his blueberry pie, watching as Alfred removed the surcoat. His skin was perfect except for the few red bites that still lingered there. The lithe muscles of his back only added to his prefect little curve. His body was soft but not soft enough that it would break. “You know you’re my favorite dessert, right?”

“As sweet as your comments are they can be fairly lame.” He smirked and Ivan flicked one of his ass cheeks, making Alfred yelp.

“Pass me more pie.” Ivan politely commanded and Alfred did so, giving him some peach pie this time. “I don’t like peaches.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t like peaches.” Ivan pouted playfully and Alfred put it back. “Can I have the berry pie, please?” Alfred gave him the berry pie instead but the contents leaked out and tumbled onto him. Ivan’s eyes widened and he licked his lips with a growl.

“Hey whoa! Slow down! Let me get a napkin-“

Alfred tried to reach for one but he yelped when Ivan’s lips and tongue attached themselves to his skin. He watched as Ivan greedily licked up all the berries and the ruby juices, making sure not to miss one trickle. Alfred’s body shivered at the textured feel of Ivan’s tongue and it made him let out a soft moan. It was strangely erotic and Alfred’s lower belly tingled when he saw Ivan lick his lips. Alfred was still holding the pie and he suddenly shook it so more of the berries fell out. Ivan grinned at him and then lapped up the juices again.

“I rather have you as a dinner plate! Or in this case, a dessert plate!” He rolled Alfred over so he was on his back. “Shall I feed my precious wife something else?” Alfred smirked and looked over at the cart.

“Hmm…that blackberry pie looks good.” Ivan reached for it and purposefully held it horizontal so all the contents leaked out and onto Alfred’s chest. The running rivers of juices tickled his skin as Ivan tried to lap up as much of them as he could. Some did end up leaking on the bedspread but they didn’t care. Alfred looked at Ivan’s messy mouth, covered dark blue and purple with the berry juices. “You’re very messy.” He grabbed Ivan by the ears and pulled him down for a rough kiss, tasting the blackberries. Ivan moaned into his mouth and let Alfred’s tongue lick up the remaining berry juice on his lips.

“Since I went through all the trouble of saving your life and giving you a comfortable home, I think I deserve some worship time.” Ivan puffed his chest out and smiled broadly. Alfred took a moment to consider it but then gave him a smile of his own for his own seductive plan was stirring in his head.

“I would love to.” Alfred sat up from the bed and moved over so Ivan could lay down instead. Before he did Ivan removed his clothes, tossing them to the side. He flopped back on the bed and folded his arms behind his head.

“Serve me.” He said with a happy smile. Alfred raised an amused eyebrow at him and reached over to get the bowl of whipped cream and the spoon. Ivan’s eyes were blissfully closed and Alfred smirked.

“Why certainly!” Alfred scooped up a large pile of it and dropped it onto Ivan’s nose. Ivan’s eyes opened and went cross as he tried to look at the pile of white that was before him. “Oops.” Ivan looked at him then and smirked.

“Clean it off.”

“That’s a lot of stuff to clean off your big nose!” Alfred teased and crawled over him, looking down at him. Ivan reached his hand up to stroke Alfred’s sides as his lover bent down and started taking large chunks of the cream with his tongue. The rest he sucked up until there were only a few spots of white left. Alfred made sure to kiss the rest away. “I don’t think you’ve ever tasted so good. I’ll have you know that you have disturbed my perfect little moment.” He rocked against Ivan’s groin.

“Well what do you expect? I come in to say ‘hello’ and I see you laying half naked on the bed with this perfect body and those wine stained lips…” He rests his hands on Alfred’s hips and gave a small thrust upwards. “How would I have been able to keep my hands off of you?” Alfred chuckled and lifted his hips a bit to bring a sticky hand down to grip Ivan’s erection.

“This I can always expect from you, though.”

“You’re not going to let it go to waste, are you?” Ivan pouted and watched as Alfred reached over and took his goblet of wine, sipping some more. “Think you can fuck yourself on me and not spill that wine?”

Ivan smirked and Alfred surprised him by taking the challenge. He felt Alfred start to lower himself onto his cock, the man’s breath starting to race as his body was swallowing him up. Ivan closed his eyes and groaned pleasurably at the spongy heat that encircled him. Alfred’s face was slowly starting to flush, from the pleasure or the wine he couldn’t be sure. Most likely it was a combination of both. The smaller body eagerly accepted him without a second of hesitation or clenching. His little rose was getting used to the feeling of him and his body was learning to quickly accommodate to his size. Just as it should be for this body trembling above him in pleasure was his and his alone. Once Alfred was seated fully he took another sip of wine and smirked down at him.

“You let me know when you are ready.” Alfred panted out, feeling Ivan’s cock twitch inside of him.

“Aren’t you funny.” He smiled and licked his lips. “Remember our chall-ENGE!” Ivan was surprised when Alfred lifted himself up a bit and thrust forward and down. The wine had yet to spill and Alfred had enjoyed Ivan’s reaction.

“Do you want more?” Alfred asked him with another sip of wine.

“Must you bother asking?”

“Hmm…true but I think I have a more difficult challenge for YOU.” Ivan raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“Mmhm! Lets see how long you can go without moving inside me while I eat this piece of carrot cake!” Alfred leaned over carefully to put the goblet down and pick up the cake, hearing Ivan whimper.

“Don’t I at least get some cake?” Alfred looked down at him as he bit off a large piece and chewed. He placed the cake against Ivan’s lips and let him take a bite himself. “I prefer the pie.” He said through his chewing.

Alfred was trying desperately to concentrate on the delicious cake in his mouth and not on the hard cock inside of him. Ivan’s size never ceased to amazed him and if he did things right the organ would continue to swell. He did not want to give in to his body just yet and the carrot cake wasn’t helping. He knew Ivan must be suffering too for his member was throbbing inside of him, begging for stimulation. It was then that Alfred decided he wanted a passion filled night where they actually made love and not just fuck. In a way it was ‘making love’ but it was always rough and brutal. He couldn’t deny that he loved the way Ivan fucked him raw and heightened all the sensations of his body but he did want to know what it felt like to go slow. He would approach Ivan with the idea and he couldn’t see him saying ‘no’ to it. But at the moment, he could no longer say ‘no’ to his body as it craved the feeling of Ivan’s thrusts so he had to give in. With a smirk on his face Alfred rest his hands against Ivan’s chest and started a series of slow, rocking thrusts.

Ivan’s hands gripped the slim hips again and only helped guide his rose in the rocking motions. It took all his restraint not to arch his hips and deepen himself inside this body that was writhing and panting in pleasure above him. He didn’t want to loose the image of Alfred desperately thrusting his body against him, seeking his own pleasure. Ivan knew his cock had struck Alfred’s sweet spot for his rose had let out a strangled cry of delight that sang in his ears. Alfred kept up that speed and angle just right for Ivan could feel his erection connecting with the soft bundle of nerves each times. He wondered just how long Alfred could take his own pleasure from him before he would orgasm.

Meanwhile, in another room, Yao was sitting at the small table in the center of the room that was prepared with some light food. There was a glass pitcher of fruit juice for him and a jug of vodka for Ivan. Ivan had promised that after his business with the king he would spend some time with him and make up for the missed breakfast. Yao had decided to have a little surprise dinner waiting for him when Ivan entered the room but he still had not come and the roasted chicken pieces were getting cold. Yao even dressed himself in one of his favorite summer gold robes with the long bell sleeves. This one was Ivan’s favorite so Yao thought he would like to see him in it. But it still would appear that he wasn’t coming and Yao had to resort to watching the wax of the candlesticks drip shorter and shorter. The door opened and he sat up straight, hoping to see Ivan but instead saw Kiku coming in with a basket of fresh linens.

“Oh, it’s just you.” Yao said with a frown and rest his head in his folded arms on the table. “I don’t mean to be rude to you, Kiku, sorry. I’m just a little anxious about Ivan’s arrival.”

“He’s not here yet?” Kiku said in calm surprise as he placed the basket at the foot of the bed.

“No…the chicken is already cold and the grapes will soon turn brown. The king is sick with grief how can they have such a long conversation?”

“There are many things they must talk about. What else could he be doing?” Yao rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I can think of a few things he COULD be doing right now. Which…come to think of it…” Yao stood up from his chair and went to the door. “I’m going to go find him. I think I may know where he is.”

“Make sure one of the outside guards walk you there!” Kiku quickly reminded him as he watched Yao leave the room.

Ivan nearly choked on the strawberry pie in his mouth as he forcefully slammed Alfred’s body down onto his cock. Somewhere along this session they had resorted to a minor food fight and both were covered in sticky juices and pieces of fruit. As pleasurable as their current sex was their motions were somewhat choppy due to the amount of sweets they were consuming. Ivan had to rest his hands alongside his head as he just laid back and enjoyed Alfred’s dancing body above him. The sweetness of the rich pie in his mouth and the heat of Alfred’s insides were just heavenly. He could easily live and die like this with his belly filled and his cock buried in his beloved rose. Alfred’s cries were getting more frantic and breathless as he was reaching completion but before he could the door burst open. Both men froze in their motions and looked to the door to see a flustered Yao standing there.

“So I was right. This is where you are.” Yao said flatly with a frown. “How soon we forget OUR plans.” Alfred lifted himself off of Ivan and sat next to him, covering his lower parts with a pillow.

“Yao-“

“You promised me we could spend time together after you were done!” Yao marched into the room. “You don’t have time for breakfast and now you purposefully neglect our dinner!”

“But Yao-!” Ivan sat up but Yao’s words cut him off again.

“Pies, wine, cakes…look at you two! You’re covered in sweets and you’re here fucking on the bed while I sit patiently waiting for you!”

“Listen to me, Yao-!”

“SHUT UP!” Yao picked up a piece of peach pie and threw it at Ivan, landing it square in the center of his face.

“Yao, I didn’t know he was suppose to have dinner with you!” Alfred stated and he managed to dodge a piece of lemon cake that came his way.

“I’m not mad at you! I’m mad at HIM! Please! Enjoy!” Yao threw another piece of half eaten pie at them before he stormed out of the room, slamming the door.

“Shit.” Ivan slid off the bed and used the napkin to wipe as much of the pie off his face as he could.

“What should we do?” Alfred asked.

“YOU won’t do anything. Stay here while I go and talk to him!” Ivan quickly went to the water basin and cleaned his face before dressing in just his pants and undershirt. “Don’t follow me!” Before Alfred could say anything more Ivan left the room. Alfred sat on the sticky bed sheets and looked down at the printed patterns. He was worried about Yao and what would go on between the two. Now came the battle with himself. Should he go and help Yao like he did for him or should he stay put and listen to Ivan? He gripped the sheets.

Yao threw the door open to his room and slammed it behind him, startling Kiku. Before he could ask what was wrong the door swung open again and Ivan stormed in.

“You! Leave!” Ivan hissed at Kiku who looked nervously at Yao. Yao nodded and Kiku quickly exited the room. Ivan slammed the door shut behind him and then turned to Yao. “What is your fucking problem?” Yao turned to face him.

“What’s my problem? Are you seriously asking me that? You see this dinner right here? That was for US! For US to share! You hardly ever spend time with me because you’re always with Alfred!”

“So what if I am? If you weren’t so cold and stand-offish all the time I’d spend more time with you!”

“Well excuse me for having a strong sense of character and good morals!” Ivan rolled his eyes.

“Knock it off with this same song and dance! I told you that I would treat you both equally and I have! You both have everything you could ask for! You are more respected by others than Alfred is! Doesn’t that satisfy you enough?”

“Why would fickle stuff like that satisfy me? I feel like we don’t have any type of REAL relationship anymore! I thought we were making progress but then Alfred came along!”

“You told me you two came to a mutual agreement!”

“But now it’s getting out of hand! You are treating him with more love and respect than you are me!”

“And once again I go back to your cold nature! It’s not easy warming up to you, Yao! Alfred welcomes and greets me with a smile and a happy persona! You shy away from me as if my touch is a hot iron against your skin! Every time, or I should say, the very FEW times we’ve slept together it always feels like I’m raping you!”

“I DON’T LIKE YOU LAYING WITH ME LIKE THAT! I JUST DON’T LIKE IT!” Yao shouted out and glared hurt eyes at him. “I don’t…I don’t like it…”

“I know you don’t like it! How are we supposed to connect if you turn away from me? We could never truly bond for you wouldn’t let it happen! I have given you all the time and space you need, Yao! I have respected your wishes! I have given you what you ask for! I saved you from your home life and gave you freedom to do as you please! I think I’ve done hell of a lot for you! Alfred is more grateful for what he has and what I give him!” Yao turned his back to Ivan and crossed his arms, looking down at the floor.

“I want a divorce.” Ivan blinked his eyes.

“What?”

“I said I want a divorce…I…I don’t want to do this anymore. I’ve tried my best to accept Alfred but seeing you with him just now…I know I could never be like that. If we stay together it would just be an endless loop of this argument we are having right now.”

“…Yao, it’s completely your choice. I told you back at Wolf Hall that you can have all the freedom you want.” Yao said nothing but clutched at his sleeves. “As of now I have nothing more to say to you. We are both very angry right now so we will continue this another time…when we are both calm.”

“D-DAMN YOU!” Yao turned around and hurled one of the empty goblets at him. Ivan ducked it and he was slowly starting to grow angry with Yao’s attitude.

“Watch yourself, Yao…” Ivan warned him dangerously.

“Or what? You’ll beat me like you did Alfred?”

“Maybe I should since you want to be treated like him so badly!” Ivan walked towards him and Yao backed away.

“Stay away from me!”

“Oh no, let me treat you like Alfred!” Ivan went after him and Yao hardly had any time to run before the large hand shot out and grabbed him. Yao screamed as he was lifted in the air by Ivan’s powerful arms and he flailed wildly. “This is what Alfred and I like to do!”

Yao was like a small rag doll in Ivan’s arms as the man twisted and maneuvered him this way and that. Yao’s body was easily held by one arm as two fingers were suddenly shoved up into him. He cried out in pain at the tearing sensation. The rough thrusting of the fingers didn’t stop as Ivan proceeded to carry him over to the bed. Yao’s mind thought quickly and he spotted the small candle stand on the table with the burnt out candle still in it. He quickly grabbed it and with a stroke of luck he managed to swing the candle stand to meet with Ivan’s jaw. Ivan dropped him to the floor as he stumbled back, holding his cheek. Yao gasped and panted as he quickly scrambled to his feet, putting distance between him and Ivan.

Ivan slowly pulled his hand away to see blood smeared on his palm and Yao could see it pooling out from his mouth. He may have done more damage than he thought. The first thing in his mind was to apologize but when he saw that dark, crazed look in Ivan’s eyes as they bore into him he chose to scream in fear. His legs refused to move as his eyes were transfixed on Ivan’s, like a snake hypnotizing a bird. Ivan rushed over to him with his mouth still bleeding and gripped Yao by his hair. Yao cried out and tried to pry the hand off of his scalp. He looked up and could see Ivan raise his fist to strike him and Yao braced himself for impact. But instead of pain he felt the hand in his hair release and he toppled to the floor. He looked up at Ivan who towered above him, looking like a shadowed demon in the dim lighting. The blood was dripping down his chin and neck but he didn’t seem to notice.

Surprisingly, Ivan walked away from him and took the vodka jug from the table. He said nothing to Yao as he left the room, slamming the door loud enough to make a nearby decorative vase shatter to the floor. Yao just remained on the floor, wide eyed and panting heavily at all that had just happened. He remained in that spot for a long while until the door opened again. He cowered and glanced to the door, expecting to see Ivan but instead saw Alfred.

“Yao? Are you alright?”

“Is…Ivan with you?”

“No…I don’t know where he is.” Alfred came into the room and closed the door gently. “Why are you on the floor? Did he hurt you?”

“He almost did…my scalp says differently though.” Yao stood up from the floor then and went over to sit on his bed, looking down at his feet. He could hear Alfred’s soft footsteps making their way over to him.

“Is there…anything you need?”

“Yes. You could go get Toris for me.”

“Toris? Why him?”

“I want him to write up a divorce paper for me.” Alfred’s mouth dropped open as he looked at him.

“Divorce? Are you really considering one, Yao? Don’t you want to think about that a bit more first?”

“No, I don’t. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and that act I just caught you two in says enough.”

“…I’m sorry, Yao. I really didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t…Ivan was in the wrong. I can’t fault you for how you came to be in this position.” Yao looked at him. “You came here seeking work and nothing else. It wasn’t your intent to seduce Ivan and take him away from me. Everything just sort of…happened.” Alfred gave him a soft smile.

“I’m honored you think that way, Yao. I know a lot of others here think differently of me.” Yao snorted.

“Welcome to court life.” Yao said flatly and Alfred sat next to him.

“Yao…seriously, what will you do after you divorce Ivan?”

“I’m not sure…I could find a job here with the king. That shouldn’t be hard. I know for a fact that I’m not going back to my parents.”

“But are you REALLY sure you want to do this, Yao?”

“Yes! I have more than one reason for wanting to do this. And I don’t want to talk about it anymore. My choice is made!” He crossed his arms.

“Alright…I’ll go get Toris for you, okay?” Yao silently nodded and looked back down at the floor. “Do you want Kiku or Feliciano?”

“No. You can tell Kiku to take the night off and Feliciano will most likely be leaving with Ludwig soon.”

“Leaving?”

“Yes, didn’t you hear? Ludwig was knighted. He has his own house and lands now so it’s only natural that Feliciano will follow him.” Alfred blinked his eyes in surprise.

“Wow, I didn’t know that. I’ll have to congratulate Ludwig when I see him. But I’ll make sure Toris comes and sees you right away, okay?”

“Yes. Thank you.” Alfred rests his hand on Yao’s shoulder as they shared a short, silent moment before he left to retrieve Toris.

Toris was already engaged in business with Ivan in his own chambers. Ivan sat beside him at his desk as he held a slightly bloodied cloth to his bleeding mouth. Toris did ask him what had happened but Ivan refused to tell him so he left it at that. Right now they were busy with discussing plans to help Ivan protect himself from any courtly attacks that could be sent his way. If the king were to name Ivan his successor then political intrigue would flourish. Ivan had to be prepared for anything.

“I need someone on the inside to help scope things out.” Ivan told Toris as he dabbed away some more blood.

“I’m able to do that, Ivan.”

“I know but I’ve been wanting to call someone in who can help defend me politically.”

“Who did you have in mind?”

“Lord Vash would be sufficient. He’s a ‘no nonsense’ type of guy and he remains neutral in almost all aspects of the court.” Toris sighed softly and took out another piece of scribe paper.

“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get Vash to accept a job?” Toris pointed out and Ivan just smirked, making more blood trickle out from his mouth.

“We’ll offer him a position in my court once I become king.”

“What type of position?”

“He handles money better than anyone I know. Offer him a position as my head treasurer. He would gobble that position up in a moment.” Toris sighed again.

“I am to deliver it as well, correct?”

“That IS correct. Please Toris, if you have a problem with all this don’t hesitate to speak up.” Ivan warned him and Toris gulped, shaking his head.

“No! No I don’t have a problem! It’s just…a lot of work for this time of night, that’s all.” He gave Ivan a nervous smile.

“Ah, yes. You do like to get your sleep, don’t you?” He smiled back. “I will let you sleep after this letter is written and ready to be carried off tomorrow morning. He lives in the center of the royal city so it shouldn’t take you long to get there.”

“Yes sir…but may I offer something?”

“If you must.”

“Won’t Vash’s presence here cause suspicious among the other royals?” Ivan smirked.

“Yes, it will. But let them worry and fret over it. I told you before that I care not for their protests or their opinions.” Toris was ready to respond when a knock came at his door.

“Ah…who is it?” Toris called softly.

“It’s just me, Alfred. May I come in?” Toris looked at Ivan who nodded to him.

“Sure, come in.” Alfred opened the door and was surprised to see Ivan with Toris. He immediately noticed the bloodied rag pressed to Ivan’s mouth.

“What’s happened?” Alfred closed the door and went over to him, looking at the rag.

“Yao.” Was all Ivan said and Toris’ eyebrows went up in surprise at hearing Yao’s name.

“Oh…um, are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” Ivan smiled up at him. “Now what is it you need?”

“I went to check on Yao…he said he wanted me to come get Toris for him.”

“For the divorce papers, yes?” Ivan responded and Toris’ stared at both of them, dumbfounded.

“Yes actually…I guess he told you?” Ivan nodded. “And are you considering it?”

“It’s Yao’s choice. He can do whatever he wants.” Alfred put his hands on his hips and gave Ivan’s chair a soft kick.

“Shouldn’t you at least try to work something out with him?”

“Nope. He made his choice and I have stronger matters to worry about right now.”

“How can you say that? Yao’s feelings are-“ Ivan cut him off.

“Before you get so upset, Alfred, let me tell you the decision I came to first. Ever since I married you I knew this day would come. I already had a solution to Yao’s dilemma after the divorce. I planned to offer him a job within my realm or recommend him to the king for a position.”

“Or if you become king then you would assign him a position anyway, right?” Toris finally spoke and Alfred looked at him in shock.

“Huh? ‘Become king’? What are you talking about?” Alfred looked at Ivan who just smiled merrily up at him. “What the hell is going on?”

“If the king fails to take another wife and sire a new heir then he will name a successor to his throne when he passes.” Toris stated. “He is considering Ivan as one of his possible successors.” Alfred slowly looked from Toris to Ivan, his eyes wide in astonishment. Ivan reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently.

“With my divorce from Yao, this makes you my only wife and in turn my queen for when I ascend the throne.” Alfred continued to stare off into space at the words he was currently taking in. “A true children’s fairy tale story, my rose. You will have gone from being a peasant farmer, to a lord’s wife, and then move on to become a queen. From rags to riches, my love.”

Alfred still could not believe what he was hearing. This must be a dream he was in at the moment. There was no way someone like him could get so lucky. Chances of something like this happening, to him, was about one in a million and it couldn’t be true. Arthur had always told him that life had a strange way of working things out and most of the time they would be not what you expected. Alfred had always taken Arthur for a killjoy of hopes and dreams but maybe his statement had more than one meaning. Perhaps things could work out better than one expected and maybe, just maybe, he really was one of the few who lucked out in life. It was still so much to take in at once.

“Alfred!” Toris soft shout of his name brought him back to the current conversation.

“Huh?”

“We aren’t sure on anything yet.” Toris said. “Please keep this a secret between the three of us. This will only come to be if the king signs a paper stating, in his own words, which noble will be his successor. Also, this can only go into effect when the king passes and that may not be for many years to come. He may choose to name a successor years from now.”

“Which I doubt he will.” Ivan stated. “If you had spoken to him like I did, Toris, you would know that the king is very near death. He won’t eat and won’t leave his bed. His depression and heartache will surely kill him.”

“That’s a cruel way to think, Ivan.” Alfred said with a frown.

“But it’s true. I know the king better than either of you. I can promise you that he will not be on this earth for much longer. Keep that to yourselves as well.” Toris gulped but nodded in response.

“Well, what about Yao? Now that I know all this he may want to-“ Ivan cut Alfred off.

“No. He’s made his decision and he won’t go back on it. I too have made mine.” Ivan looked to Toris. “Before you write a letter to Vash I want you to prepare the divorce paper first.” Toris just nodded again and fumbled through his drawers to find the correct paper. He would be bombarded with so much paperwork and filing that it may just kill him. Having to file a divorce form with the high judicial court would take some time, even with both signatures. Once he found the correct paper he laid it on the desk in front of him with a sigh. “I know what you’re worried about, Toris. I know it will take time to go into effect and yes, Yao can continue to have all of the things he has now until it goes through. We’ll start looking for a suitable position for him soon.”

“Yes sir.” Ivan looked at Alfred and smiled.

“Remember to be silent about all this, Alfred. Including the divorce. If someone asks you about the divorce just tell them you don’t know anything. And don’t let this ‘king’ situation leak out to Yao either, okay?”

“I promise not to say anything. But why can’t Yao know?”

“Just do as I say, Alfred, okay?” Ivan smiled at him but gave him the ‘look’ that chilled his blood.

“Y-yes sir.”

“Good. Now Toris and I still have loads of work and topics to discuss so you may run along to bed. I probably won’t be in so don’t wait up for me, okay?” Alfred looked at him but nodded.

“Okay…goodnight then, Ivan.” Alfred leaned down and kissed his good cheek.

“Goodnight Alfred.” Ivan squeezed his hand again as Alfred bid goodnight to Toris as well before exiting the room. Ivan turned back to Toris and smiled. “We have quite a bit of excitement before us, don’t we Toris?”

“Yes sir…”

The next day went on uneventful except for the signing of the divorce paper. Ivan had signed it once Toris was finished with all the details. When Toris brought it to Yao, he just signed his name without reading it. He spoke not a word as he signed the document. Toris let him know that he could remain in this room with his grooms until the paper went into effect but Yao would not respond.

The day after that, Ludwig and Feliciano had announced that they would be moving to their new home shortly after hearing about the divorce. However, Ludwig would still remain loyal to Ivan after heavy hours of begging from Feliciano. Feliciano did not want to leave all his friends behind, especially Yao. He would stay with Yao until the harsh feelings of divorce were past. Yao needed support right now and Feliciano would give it to him. As predicted, Matthew did not want to leave Alfred so Gilbert would not be going with his brother.

The following day was when the big news came that they had all been waiting for. The king’s advisor had called for an emergency private meeting among the nobles to discuss the king’s finally decision. Ivan made sure to take his time getting there so no suspicion could be made about his early arrival. That would let on that he knew something. No other advisors were permitted to come so Toris couldn’t be there to be his extra set of ears. He was one of the lasts to arrive to the meeting and he took his respected seat next to the advisor. The advisor looked very grim as he held the scroll in his hands that stated the king’s decision on his succession. Ivan could only assume that it said what the advisor was obviously dreading yet he refrained from smiling.

“Gentlemen, I have called you all here for I have received the king’s final decision on his succession.” He untied the scroll and opened it. “I know all of you do not want me to read the entire wording so I will sum it up for you.” He took a deep breath. “The king will not be taking another wife to sire an heir.” The nobles started to whisper and mumble. “He has chosen to name a successor upon his death.” He took a deep breath again. “There is no soft way to say this so I will just straight out say who he has named successor.” All eyes went to Ivan for they knew it would be his name they would all hear. “Lord Ivan Braginski, the king has named you successor to the throne. Upon his death you will be the rightful heir to the throne and your coronation will follow shortly.” The nobles all voiced their concerns and displeasure except for Ivan, who remained calm. “Silence yourselves!” The advisor shouted and the men did so, whispering angrily among each other.

“Sir, I am greatly overjoyed to know that the king thinks so highly of me that he trusts me with his kingdom. I will personally thank him myself for this great honor.” The advisor nodded.

“Yes. He does think very highly of you, Lord Ivan. But remember, this is only AFTER his death and we all wish him the best of health.”

“And I agree with all of you. I wish for a speedy recovery for the king. He is still young enough to rule and the curtain should not fall on his reign just yet.” Ivan knew he was speaking bullshit and he was sure the others knew too but it was only natural to do so. He was not going to jump on the table and do a dance for his good fortune. He just might when he is alone though.

“Lord Ivan, do you have anything you wish to say to the council on behalf of your future crown?” Ivan nodded to the advisor and stood up from his chair. He gave everyone his best, most pleasurable smile.

“I know I’m not very popular among most of you and I can only guess that your insides are twisted right now after hearing this news. None of you can deny that you wished you were chosen. You would be lying to yourselves and it is only human nature to want to excel in life. But why don’t we put all harsh feelings aside and start life anew when the king passes many years from now? I promise that once I am king I will put aside all harsh words, actions, and feelings that may have passed between any of us. I will let you all keep your titles and your positions here on the high council so long as I don’t have any suspicious of injustice or treason from you.”

“Will you put that in writing?” One lord spoke and Ivan nodded.

“Yes, when I am king. Some of you may not even be here after awhile. We all wish the king good health and hope he can continue ruling for many years to come.”

“Being king is a big reasonability and I think we should applaud Lord Ivan for wanting to take on such a heavy burden.” Stated Lord Owen but his view wasn’t equally shared with the others.

“I second Lord Owen.” Lord Haywood spoke up and was the first to start the applauding. The other nobles slowly joined in and Ivan gave a respectful bow to them. He knew their applaud was false but he didn’t care. Soon he would be cleaning out court and wouldn’t have to look at their disgusting faces.

“In this scribe, which is direct wording from the king, states why he has chosen Lord Ivan. I for one agree with the reasonings on this document and fully support the king’s choice. It will be presented to the high court by the end of the day. And Lord Ivan, when you get a chance we will have to sit down and talk about numerous issues and policies.” Ivan knew the man’s words were forced as he spoke them.

“Of course, sir. We will set aside a time soon for I know you are very busy carrying out the king’s proposals. Whenever is good for you will be good for me.” He smiled at the advisor who nodded and rolled up the scroll.

“Very well. If no one has anything else to say then we will dismiss the meeting. I can tell by everyone’s faces that they have a lot of things to consider and think about. Lets try to not harbor any harsh feelings.”

“You are very right, sir.” Said Lord Starkling, standing up. “I think our biggest fear of Lord Ivan ascending the throne is how he will act upon simple matters. But we must not forget that we are the king’s council and we still will be when Ivan takes over. The king must know something about Ivan that we don’t and he would not have chosen him if he wasn’t capable of listening to reason.” Lord Starkling walked over to Ivan. “We should all just take things one step at a time and see how it goes. Don’t you agree, Lord Ivan?” Ivan smiled at Starkling’s lying face for he knew that the man was up to something. Either he wanted to kiss his ass to assure he would still have a place at the council table or he had a plot to overthrow him. Either way he would have to be very skeptical of Starkling and always keep him in his sight.

“I agree with you, Lord Starkling. I hope that in time all of you will no longer fear me.”

“Then congratulations on your succession, Lord Ivan.” Starkling held out his hand and Ivan shook it, making sure to grip it tightly.

“Thank you for your kind words, Lord Starkling. It is good to know that I will have friends in the court.”

“Best luck to you, Lord Ivan.”

“Does anyone else have anything to say?” The advisor asked and no one responded. “Very well then. Meeting adjured.”

Ivan was not surprised at how fast the council exited the room for they probably had to go scream and rant to one another. Lord Owen’s words were more believable than Lord Starkling’s and when Vash finally arrived he would make sure the man kept a watchful eye on said lord. Lord Vash had accepted the mission and proposal from Ivan and was on his way to the palace. He should be arriving shortly and that will startle the other nobles. As of now he could not wait to tell everyone the good news and the first person would be his beloved rose.

Alfred was having a lazy morning in bed after Ivan was called away for a meeting. It had been too early for Alfred to properly acknowledge why Ivan was leaving but he did remember him saying he would be back. So until then Alfred chose to lounge in the bed. The only people in the room with him were Berwald and Tino and they were playing cards in the sitting area. Feliks was off somewhere and Matthew was with Gilbert, Ludwig, and Feliciano.

As his mind slowly started to come to he wondered if this meeting was to announce the king’s successor. If that was the case and Ivan was named successor than that would make him queen. Alfred had proceeded to speak to Yao but he was still refusing to see anyone other than his grooms. Yao had not chosen to go back on his divorce, which meant that Alfred was now Ivan’s true wedded wife.

Alfred knew what kind of queen he would be. For one thing he would make sure Ivan did not abuse his power. With some gentle coaxing and discussion Ivan could be reasonable but it could only happen with him. He could persuade Ivan better than anyone else could on matters and issues. Alfred would also be a fair ruler and make sure to listen to his people. He used to be a peasant not too long ago and he knew how their concerns were easily dismissed. If it were in his power he would try to hear all of them and act accordingly. If he can find a way to end this war then he will. He knew his plans were big and going to be difficult to achieve but he was ready for them.

He wondered then what Arthur would think of him. Neither one of them ever thought they would have come as far as they did. He knew it would be impossible but he would want to name Arthur HIS advisor and work alongside Toris. Alfred knew that Ivan would never agree to Arthur being so close to him after what happened between them. Then he remembered that Francis was Ivan’s personal chef and for Arthur to be assigned to advisor may be a little hurtful to his fiancé’s lower status. Even though he knew what the answer would be Alfred would still offer it to Ivan. Alfred also hoped that Yao would choose to accept a job working for Ivan so he wouldn’t have to go back home. If Ivan were going to be king then Yao would have to ask him for a job. Ivan would give him the title of advisor over Arthur any day. He knew Yao would heal much quicker if his mind were set on other matters.

‘Queen Alfred…it’s so hard to believe but it may just happen!’ Alfred said to himself. ‘I’m prepared for the hard work that comes with it!’ A knock at his door stirred him from his thoughts and he heard Ivan’s voice from the other side.

“It’s your sunflower! May I come in?” Ivan’s voice was very chipper and Alfred called back.

“Of course you can!” Ivan entered the room and Berwald and Tino knew they had to leave, doing so without even being asked. Ivan closed and locked the door before running to the bed and jumping on it. Alfred yelped as he was lifted from the bed at the force of Ivan’s landing. “Ivan!”

“Good morning, my queen-to-be!” Ivan said and kissed him deeply.

“Queen?” Alfred repeated when they finally pulled away.

“Yes! Soon you will be Queen Alfred and you will rule by my side!” Ivan pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. “I have been named the king’s successor! That is what the meeting was called for! You are in the arms of your future king!” Alfred was quickly loosing his breath and he had to pound on Ivan’s back to get the man to release him. “Sorry love.” Ivan said when he saw Alfred trying to catch his breath.

“S-So it’s true, then? The king really said so?”

“It’s all in writing and signed! The scroll will be brought to the highest judicial court today and the ruling will be set! You will be my queen! My beautiful queen whom all will envy!” Ivan hugged him again, much more softly this time.

“But Ivan…the people at court say bad things about me. They call me a whore and other cruel names. That won’t hurt you as a king, would it?”

“Not if one of my new rulings state that anyone who is caught saying something like that will be arrested and charged accordingly.” Alfred chuckled softly at that.

“I don’t think that will be necessary. Once everyone sees I’m not that way they won’t have to say mean things. But I guess I should be prepared for people to speak evil of me all the time, right?” Ivan pulled away from him and nodded.

“Yes, that’s true. There will always be people who say cruel and hurtful things just because they can and they want to. They think their opinions are just and they will preach them. The one thing you have to learn to do is not to care about what they say. No matter how good you are, no matter how noble, or sweet, or kind you are, someone will hate you just because they want to. It’s human nature. But they are the fools, not us. We are true.” Alfred smiled at that and looked down at Ivan’s chain of office, tracing it with his fingers.

“But…won’t those words influence others?”

“And if they do then those people are just a foolish and useless to us. I look at those types of easily mislead people as vessels wasting my air. You have to learn to ignore them as well.”

“Why do people have to be like that?” Alfred looked up at him then with sad eyes and Ivan smiled, taking his face in his hands.

“You are still so naïve and innocent, my beloved rose. This will be a whole new world for you, more so now than before. You will meet hundreds among thousands of people here more than you ever would at the street market for your entire life. You will find that many of those people will be backstabbers and haters. But I don’t ever want it to ruin your beautiful smile. Don’t let them take it away from me, Alfred.” Alfred looked into his eyes and he smiled at his husband.

“I won’t, Ivan. I like being happy too much.”

“And I hope I can always make you happy, love.” He brought his face in for a soft kiss. “You will make a great queen, I just know it.”

“But I don’t know how to really BE a queen.”

“There are people who help train young prince and princesses to be become proper leaders. While you are away I will arrange for a tutor to come and train you in the art of becoming a queen.” Alfred looked at him in confusion.

“While I’m away? Ivan…where am I going?” Ivan just smiled and pushed him down onto the bed so they could lie next to each other.

“It’s for very good reasons, Alfred. With my new position and title I can sense that things at the palace can get very dangerous. I rather you and the others leave with Ludwig and Feliciano until things blow over here.”

“But I don’t want to leave you!” Alfred said sadly. “I want to be here with you in case something happens!”

“My rose…please calm down.” Ivan stroked his cheek. “This is for the best. I can’t trust that something harmful may come to you because of me. Things are highly uncertain right now and it would be impossible to explain to you if you aren’t familiar with the court. The only ones who will remain here are Toris, Francis, Kiku, and Gilbert. I need Kiku with me for he has a very high knowledge of plants and medicines should- well don’t worry about why I’m choosing to keep them. I also have an old acquaintance that will be staying here and helping me. He should be arriving shortly.”

“Ivan please! I want to remain here with you!”

“No, you can’t. It will be too dangerous here. It will only be for a short while, my love. Do not make things harder for me by disobeying me, okay? What can I give you in return for you listening to me and leaving? Name it and it shall be done!” Alfred looked at him seriously.

“I want to name Arthur as one of our advisors.”

“Other than that.” Ivan frowned but Alfred wouldn’t waver on his offer.

“Take it or leave it, Ivan. With all the things you are telling me now we need FRIENDS by our sides! Not strangers.” Ivan sucked his teeth for Alfred’s words had made sense.

“Fine! Fine he will be one of my advisors! Now will you do as I say and leave with Ludwig?” Alfred looked away from him but nodded.

“Yes…”

“Please believe me when I say I know what is best for you, Alfred. I don’t want you getting hurt. You are my everything.” He pulled him close and held him. “It’s all in your best interest, love.”

“I know.”

“As far as they nosy nobles are concerned you are being sent off to learn to become a queen and nothing more. Don’t let on to ANYONE that I suspect trouble, okay?” Alfred nodded.

“Okay. When do I leave?”

“As soon as I talk to Ludwig and have things arranged.”

“What about Yao?”

“It will be his choice with what he plans to do. You can let him know what my plans are.” He kissed Alfred again. “I hate to leave but I still have so much to do. Forgive my short stay?” Alfred smiled softly at him.

“I forgive you. Just promise you’ll see me again before the day ends?”

“I promise.” He gave him a deep, passionate kiss before getting off the bed. “Enjoy your day, my queen.” He smiled merrily and Alfred watched as he left the room. Berwald and Tino came right back in after he had left and Alfred figured it was time to start spreading the words to his friends about his new title.

In another part of the castle, some members of the royal council had called for a secret meeting among themselves to discuss Ivan’s succession. The only lords who were not informed of the meeting were Lord Owen and Lord Haywood since they would most likely be against whatever conclusion they came to. The meeting was held in Lord Starkling’s room since his was the biggest. Starkling was the first to take the floor.

“Gentlemen, we know why we are all here so lets skip the formalities and get right to business.” One of the lords raised his hand. “Speak Lord Lincroft.”

“Lord Starkling, if you are so opposed to Lord Ivan’s succession then why did you compliment him so?”

“To keep him from getting suspicious, of course. I already have some VERY useful insight on what is to shortly come.” The lords looked at each other curiously. “You see my good men, money talks. And when money talks so do people. I had the royal scribe paid to keep watch over the king while he is in there. The scribe must be near the king at all times so he is prepared to take down his word. Shortly before the meeting, the scribe had come to me stating that the king has been talking about killing himself to escape his grief.” The lords all gasped and murmured to one another. “According to one of the king’s servants, which I have also paid, said that he has a secret stash of poison in a box he keeps for emergencies. The scribe has attested to that as well since it would be the easiest form of suicide for the king.”

“Permission to speak.” Said another lord.

“Speak then, Lord Henry.”

“I fail to see how the king’s death can help us in anyway.” Starkling smirked.

“I’m glad you pointed that out. His suicide can work to our advantage of getting the title of ‘king’ taken from Ivan. To save face a king will never put in writing that he chose to kill himself. Even if he did the scribe I paid would destroy it. Remember that the only one of us that has access to the king’s chambers is Ivan. The man can come and go as he pleases. Who’s to say that he couldn’t be the one who “murdered” the king?”

“So you’re suggesting that we let the king commit suicide and then have Ivan accused of killing him?” Asked Henry and Starkling nodded.

“That’s correct. The king holds no real purpose for us now. His decision for death has been set. Ivan’s cruel tract record of treacherous deeds and ruthless killings will make it hard for him to defend himself. Besides, isn’t it ‘coincidental’ that Ivan JUST divorced from his first wife Yao? People will think it’s because the realm would not accept two queens so he would want to rid himself of any extra trouble. And we can be considered lucky that Yao is out of the picture for he is pretty smart and cunning. His whore wife is hardly someone we have to be concerned with.”

“Can’t we just use his wife to get to him?” Suggested Lord Lincroft but Starkling shook his head.

“No, we don’t want to put Alfred into play. When a man has that high of chance at power he may just toss his wife aside to obtain it. We can’t count on that.” Another lord spoke up.

“But who’s to say we can count on the king committing suicide?” Asked Lord Avery.

“I can assure you that it will happen. Regardless we will not be involving his wife in any of this. It’s unnecessary. Alfred is a minor threat.”

“So then what is the procedure after the king is dead and Ivan is accused?” Asked Henry.

“Simple. I’ll pay the guards to say that Lord Ivan was there and shortly after he left the king was found ‘dead’. Either by his advisor or the guards or whomever, we have more than enough people to vouch for us. People are out for themselves and they don’t care who is in power as long as they are paid. Ivan is hated among the court and the people will be quick to believe he had a hand in the killing. We also have to accuse him and state why he would guilty. Right now we hold the power and the king’s advisor is acting regent. He will be easy to persuade to our side and he can order for Ivan to be arrested and jailed. You saw him at the meeting. He was just as disgusted with Ivan as they rest of us were. He’ll be looking for a reason to nab him as well. Once that is done then we will address it to the court and as long as things go according to plan we can decide on his death. Then we will present the court with a more democratic approach to the throne. We will have the people vote for likely candidates.” The lords all nodded in agreement and clapped softly, approving of Starkling’s plan.

“But Lord Starkling, what if Ivan is not found guilty by the court? We will all be condemned to death for high treason.” Said Lincroft and that brought up another round of side conversations between them.

“As long as everyone cooperates accordingly everything will go our way. The king will be dead within the week. All we need to do is sit and wait. A meeting will be called after he is found dead and that is when we will voice that it was Ivan who did it. He would have the greatest motive after all. The sooner the current king is dead, the sooner he can be king. Simple as that.” The lords all agreed again and then another lord spoke up.

“So which one of us will be in charge of arresting him?” Asked Lord Henry and they all fell into a deathly silence.

The king had refused to see anyone that day so Ivan could not gain an audience with him. The next day was when they would all be leaving for Ludwig’s new house and Ivan was helping Alfred up into the roofless carriage. Feliks, Tino, Matthew, and Yao were seated with him. Arthur had chosen not to go, choosing to stay with Francis should something happen like Alfred had told him. When Alfred had told him the news of being queen and how he would be appointed one of the advisors he thought it best to remain here to help Ivan. It would give him a start to gaining Ivan’s trust and help secure their place there. Yao had chosen to go just to get away from the royal court and he could figure out what he wanted to do while staying at Ludwig’s place. Feliciano would ride with Ludwig while Berwald would drive the carriage. Only Ivan was outside with Gilbert beside him. Arthur had to watch with Francis from the kitchen window. Ivan had mentioned to them that if too many people were outside to bid Alfred farewell it would raise suspicion.

“I promise to write and visit you whenever I can, my rose.” Ivan said to Alfred, looking up and taking his hand. “Study hard and be on your best behavior.” He smiled.

“I will. Take care of yourself, Ivan.” Alfred said, giving him a sad smile.

“Make sure you do as well.” He kissed his hand before motioning to Berwald to start moving.

He clicked the horses into motion and Ivan watched as Alfred never took his eyes off him as they rode away. Ivan stayed until they were clear out of sight and let out a very soft sigh. Ivan knew something was going to happen for he was feeling it in his bones. He was still overly excited about his new title as king but he knew it would not be easy to hold for some time. Lord Vash had arrived and was waiting for him in his chambers with Toris. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder and he turned to look at Gilbert.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Keep an eye on things. Listen for anything you find suspicious and report it to me.”

“Yes sir.”

“I’ve also heard that another attack is expected at the wall.” Gilbert nodded.

“I’ve heard that as well. Where do you want me should that happen?”

“Go to the wall and help defend it. The last thing we need are those barbarians getting in here.”

“Yes sir!”

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have important business to attend to.”

Ivan would not stop to talk to anyone as he made his way to his chambers. The nobles were all being too silent and it was starting to worry him. He sent away the guards that were posted at Alfred’s chambers so he could talk in peace. Ivan didn’t knock but just entered the room, locking the door behind him. Lord Vash was sitting at the small living area with Toris. Both men turned to look at him and Vash still held extreme seriousness in his green eyes. His brocade shirt and vest were a stunning shade of hunter green and he sat casually on the sofa. No doubt his appearance at the court raised many questions.

“Lord Vash, you are looking well. You’ve changed your haircut.” Ivan smiled at him.

“No I haven’t. I’ve always had short blonde hair.” Vash said flatly. “Toris gave me a quick rundown of what is happening here and the payment for my services.” Ivan took a seat beside Toris who scooted a few inches away from him.

“Yes, everything Toris has told you is true. I don’t have many men here that I can trust. You are a very neutral, unbiased individual who I know is very trustworthy and loyal. And being a lawyer also helps too.” Vash gave a soft scoff.

“I know that. I have many good reasons as to why I am the way I am. But I cannot ignore your promise of the title of Treasurer to me. This war is draining the country and kingdom of its funds all for some meaningless land disputes. Our kingdom could flourish in wealth and power if the current king had decent financial advisors working for him.” Ivan smiled at him.

“Which is why you are my perfect choice. I know this war is meaningless and we can find a way to end it once I am king. The king has even spoken of a peace treaty but I believe he was still to grief stricken to properly consider it. And I have no doubt in your abilities, Vash, but we have to get there first. You know how dangerous and scheming the court can be.” Vash nodded.

“Which is why I never joined. Out with the old and in with the new isn’t always a bad thing.”

“So we can trust you to help us?” Toris asked him and Vash nodded.

“Yes, I will help you. Like Ivan said, there is bound to be some scheming around here now that you are named successor. Should something happen I can rightfully defend Ivan and Toris, you are an ex-judge of the court so you are our insight with that.”

“Of course. I know how the judges work in that place.”

“I was going to have you help defend my wives as well but I decided to send them off instead where they won’t get caught up in anything that may happen.”

“I can assure you something will happen.” Vash said. “We just have to be prepared for it.” Toris looked at Ivan.

“Ivan…are you worried?” Ivan looked at Toris then smiled.

“Nah, I’m not worried. I know something is going to happen very soon and it probably won’t be good but I have faith in you, Vash, and myself. I’ll have Francis send up food for us as well as a taster.”

Toris watched as Ivan went to do so and he started to tremble with worry. Ivan had ordered food but did not order anything to drink. He called for water but not for wine or vodka. If Ivan did not want to drink then he must know something is going to happen. He’d want all his wits about him and it made Toris’ face turn pale. If Ivan was suspicious then something was not right. Things were going to take a turn for the worse and Toris wasn’t sure if he would be able to survive it. He even started to wonder if Ivan’s excitement about being named king was fading.

And their suspicious were confirmed when news of the king’s death came. The royal scribe was in the room, waiting for any type of message the king wished to write. When the king stood from his bed and hollered at the scribe to leave, that’s when he knew he had to report to Lord Starkling right away. As he left the room he looked at the two guards and smiled, giving them a nod. They had both been paid to keep their silence and attest to seeing Ivan in the vicinity when the time came. The scribe reached into his writing box and took out a letter sealed with some wax.

“Bring it to Lord Starkling.” He said to one of the guards who went to do so.

The plan was to let the king be found dead in the morning by the scribe. The scribe then would go report it to the advisor but suggest they have a private meeting without alerting Ivan about it. The scribe would say that the council had some concerns they wished to discuss first. The king’s death would not be revealed until the acting regent would allow so. The scribe would keep the servants away by letting them know that the king has ‘refused’ to let any of them in. Servants would never be believed and their words would never be taken into account either.

After a short while the scribe had decided to peek in on the king to see if he had carried through with his suicide. He looked around the door to see the king lying on the bed with the poison box opened and next to him. The scribe quickly went in and looked down at the king. His face was gray and his body was cold with death. The scribe smirked and nodded to himself. Everything had worked out like they suspected it would. Lord Starkling had paid him quite handsomely for his aid and promised him even more if they succeeded in jailing Ivan. He took the box of poison away and looked around to make sure none has fallen or the king was hiding any on him. The scribe had ordered ‘tea’ for the king earlier which he would say Ivan ‘used’ to help poison him.

“Rest in peace, your majesty, for your death equals big money for me!” The scribe chuckled as he left the room and let the guard know that the king had passed. The scribe was on his way to let the servants know that the king was not to be disturbed when he ran into Arthur, who was carrying a tray of hot tea for the king. “Oh, you can give that to me. The king has said he doesn’t want to see anyone.”

“So then why would he want to see you?” Arthur asked, his brows frowning.

“He has no choice but to see me. I write down his every word. I was just coming to tell the head servant his words of not wanting to be disturbed by your type coming in and out.”

“But the king had requested some tea not too long ago.”

“Yes but I will gladly take it for him.” He took the tray from Arthur. “Thank you for the tea…er-?”

“Arthur.”

“Arthur! Yes thank you, Arthur. You can go now. Once I give this tea to the king I will let the head servant know. Oh, and if you see any others as you go let them know not to bother the king?”

“Yeah…sure.” Arthur watched the scribe walk away with the tray. Why would the king just entrust a scribe to serve him? Was the king really that distraught in his grief? Arthur decided it was best to let Ivan know what had just happened for he himself had found it very strange. He would have to let him know as soon as possible.

Early the next morning was when the plan was carried out. The scribe had told the advisor that he had found the king dead and that he should call an emergency meeting of the council. When he suggested they leave Ivan out of it the advisor was quick to agree. The men on Starkling’s side were well aware that the ‘meeting’ would be called and they were ready for it. It was easy to meet in silence since they were the only ones who knew. They had also called in Lord Owen and Lord Haywood so they could never say in court that they were left out. They would be outvoted regardless. Once they were all together in the room the advisor was the first to take the floor.

“Gentlemen, I’m afraid I have grave news for this morning. It would appear that our good ruler, the king, has died.” The nobles pretended to look shocked and concerned. “However, the king’s scribe has brought to my attention that he did not die from natural causes or of heartbreak, but from murder!”

“How was he murdered?” Lord Owen asked, shocked.

“By poison.” He replied. “The scribe believes that the tea brought to the king had poison in it because it was the last thing he had before he was found dead.”

“This is a tragedy! This couldn’t have just ‘happened’ so quickly after he had named a successor. I suspect foul play as well!” Said Lord Starkling, standing up and banging his fists on the table. “I knew it was a bad omen when he had named Lord Ivan his successor!”

“Are you suggesting it was Lord Ivan?” Lord Haywood asked. “I think you’re all jumping to conclusions!”

“Who else could it have been? He had the strongest motive! Once the king dies he would be king!” Starkling’s words made Haywood fall silent.

“I knew it was a bad choice from the beginning as well!” Stated Lord Lincroft. “Ivan’s record speaks for itself! He has killed many people from civilians to nobles in the most brutal ways!”

“We’ve all seen the types of disgusting things he has done.” Said Starkling. “He is a blood crazed maniac who is unfit to sit upon the throne!” The advisor spoke next.

“But that was one of the main reasons why the late king chose him. It’s the fear of Ivan that he knew would protect the kingdom. The enemy had hired those barbarians to not only attack us but to also remove Ivan from the picture! People fear him.”

“And that’s why he has no right to the throne! He is the only one of us that had access to the king’s room! Who’s to say he didn’t give him poison before the tea?”

“I agree with Lord Starkling!” Said Lord Avery. “He threatened me brutally! He even threatened to kill me just because I spoke out against his wife! He’s a madman!”

“Shouldn’t we ask Lord Ivan first before we make all these assumptions?” Lord Owen pointed out but the looks he got suggested otherwise.

“Lord Owen, you and Lord Haywood seem pretty quick to defend Ivan.” Said Starkling. “Is it because you both may have had a hand in the murder of the king?”

“That’s absurd!” Lord Haywood shouted.

“Is it? You both seemed very accepting of him yesterday. Is it because you both already had this planned with him? Or do you just want to secure your places here at court when he became king?”

“W-we did no such thing!” Said Lord Owen in their defense. “I just…just think that we should have more to go on if we bring this to the court!” Lord Strakling smiled at him.

“You are correct, Lord Owen. You and Haywood had us worried there. For if we suspected you of working with Ivan you’d both be condemned with him.” Owen and Haywood nodded.

“We understand.” Said Haywood.

“Then I think we are all in agreement here that the king’s death was murder. Upon the law of the kingdom we have enough evidence to make an arrest.” He looked at Starkling. “Have a warrant written up. And gather a LOT of guards to accompany us to his arrest. I have a strong feeling that he will not go willingly.”

Ivan was alone in his chambers when the door was thrown open and over twenty guards piled in, surrounding him. He immediately jumped to his feet, knocking over the bottle of vodka he had currently been drinking. Normally he would have either Toris or Vash with him but he had them doing detective work as well as studying up on the current laws. He could have had Gilbert stay with him but with the current situation that had just presented itself the general wouldn’t have been able to do a thing anyway. Much to his own annoyance he had not expected something like this to happen. He glared when he saw the advisor walk in with Starkling, Avery, Lincroft, and Henry. He gave them a forced smile.

“Good morning, my lords. Is there a reason why you are all in my room?” Starkling handed the advisor a scroll and he opened it, showing it to Ivan.

“Lord Ivan, this is the warrant for your arrest. You are charged with high treason on the suspicion of murdering our lord, the late king!” Ivan had an inkling something like this would happen but he didn’t know it would take affect so quickly. He was right to assume that they had all of this planned out beforehand. Vash and Toris will have their hands full with this one. He smirked as the advisor continued to speak. “You will be taken to the dungeons where you will remain until a trial date is set. You will also wear weighted chains on your wrists and ankles while you reside there. If you are found guilty then you will be sentenced to death according to the law. Should you refuse to come along peacefully we will have to take you by force.” Ivan’s grin grew wide and two of the lords took a single step back at the sight of it.

“You’ve all been waiting for this, haven’t you? Just remember this one itty bitty, teeny tiny little detail after all this is done and over with.” He said in a cute, high-pitched voice before his tone dropped low. “I know where you live.” He let his crazed grin remain.

End Chapter 28 TBC

***So a lot has happened and much more is to come. Don’t worry if you feel like you missed something. More will be explained in depth in the next chapter and it will also consist of many character asides as well. So much so that my fingers may just fall off and I may not update as quickly. (Don’t hurt me! I’ll work hard!) So if you feel some characters (or your favorite) were ignored in this chapter, don’t worry, for they will have their say! ^_^ ***
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