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๐•ฝ๐–”๐–ž๐–†๐–‘ ๐•ธ๐–Ž๐–˜๐–™๐–†๐–๐–Š๐–˜ [Closed]

By Anime_freak

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๐•ฝ๐–”๐–ž๐–†๐–‘ ๐•ธ๐–Ž๐–˜๐–™๐–†๐–๐–Š๐–˜, MxM, Character Limit of 1,000


๐““๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“๐“ป๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ท,
๐“˜๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“š๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ, ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“น๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ผ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ด๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฝ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ช๐”€๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ธ๐“น๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“บ๐“พ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ฎ, ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“š๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ถ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ผ, ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“น๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ผ ๐“ด๐“ท๐“ธ๐”€ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚, ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ท๐“ธ ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ช ๐“ซ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“š๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ถ.. ๐“จ๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“œ๐“ค๐“ข๐“ฃ ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐”€! ๐“ฆ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฎ๐”๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ, ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ,

๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“š๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ถ ๐“›๐“ช๐”€


๐™‰๐™ค๐™—๐™ค๐™™๐™ฎ ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™จ๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™‹๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š. ๐™‰๐™ค๐™—๐™ค๐™™๐™ฎ ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™ข๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™‹๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š. ๐™ƒ๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™—๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™˜๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™˜๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™š ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™š ๐™ก๐™ž๐™›๐™š, ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ข๐™ค๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™—๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™จ๐™ž๐™™๐™š. ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™–๐™˜๐™๐™š๐™™ ๐™จ๐™˜๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ข๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™˜๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™—๐™ง๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ก ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™‹๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ช๐™ง๐™š. ๐™Š๐™› ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š, ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™š ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ข๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ. ๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™†๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™Œ๐™ช๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™™ ๐™๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™ง ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ? ๐˜พ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ก๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™›๐™–๐™ก๐™ก.

๐˜ผ๐™›๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง 17 ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค ๐™‹๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™จ, ๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™๐™š ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™š ๐™†๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™™๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ค๐™› ๐™๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™›๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™– ๐™—๐™–๐™ก๐™ก. ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™‹๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™™ ๐™ข๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š! ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™š ๐™†๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™™๐™ค๐™ข ๐™›๐™š๐™ก๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ฎ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™™ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ข๐™š๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™ง ๐™›๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™š ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ก๐™š๐™ง!

๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ข๐™š๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™๐™ž๐™ข ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™™๐™š๐™˜๐™ž๐™™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™˜๐™ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™™ ๐™—๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™Œ๐™ช๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ, ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™จ ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ค ๐™›๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™†๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™™๐™ค๐™ข- ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™‹๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š? ๐™’๐™š๐™ก๐™ก, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉโ€™๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ.

๐™๐™๐™š ๐™™๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™—๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™–๐™ง๐™ง๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š๐™จ! ๐™’๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ช๐™ฅ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™š ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™—๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ง๐™ค๐™ค๐™ข, ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™œ๐™ก๐™–๐™จ๐™จ๐™š๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ข๐™ฅ๐™–๐™œ๐™ฃ๐™š! ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™จ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ, โ€œ๐™„ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ข๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š! ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™จ๐™š!โ€ ๐™ƒ๐™š ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™œ๐™š๐™™, ๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™™ ๐™– ๐™จ๐™ค๐™›๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฅ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™˜๐™๐™š๐™š๐™ . โ€œ๐™„โ€™๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ข๐™–๐™˜๐™  ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™๐™–๐™ข๐™š ๐™ค๐™›๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™š ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ž๐™ง๐™จ! ๐™‚๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™™๐™ฎ!โ€ ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™†๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™—๐™–๐™ง๐™ ๐™š๐™™. ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™œ๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™ž๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™™.

๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™–๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ž๐™จ ๐˜ผ๐™–๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™จ ๐™—๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ž๐™š๐™ฃ๐™™, ๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง- ๐™Š๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™˜๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™š ๐™œ๐™ช๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™จ. ๐˜ผ๐™–๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™ฃ๐™ค ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ- ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™™ ๐™š๐™–๐™˜๐™ ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™–๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™– ๐™ฎ๐™š๐™–๐™ง ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ, ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š! ๐™€๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™จ๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก ๐™›๐™–๐™˜๐™š, ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™–๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ข๐™–๐™™๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™๐™ž๐™ข- ๐™ƒ๐™š ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™˜๐™ž๐™›๐™ž๐™˜๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™œ๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™™๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™ค๐™›๐™› ๐™จ๐™ค ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™˜๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™™ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™—๐™–๐™ก๐™ก.


๐™๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ง๐™š.. ๐™„๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™˜๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™™. ๐™’๐™–๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™‹๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ฅ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ข๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ž๐™ง๐™˜๐™–๐™จ๐™š..
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Anime_freakAaron Bristle   48d ago
We'll make memories, friend.

The ballroom was filled with chatter, all different classes of people. The royals were all dressed in pretty gowns woven with golden laces, while the common classes and lower classes were dressed in cheap suits or the best things they could afford.


Champagne glasses clinked together, waiter shoes tapped on the carpeted floors, candles flickered.. and people rambled on and on about their lives and their jobs. Some chatter even about the guesses of the Prince's appearance.


After what seemed like anxious ages a loud ding came from upstairs. The King and Queen slowly made their way down the red-carpeted steps, the crowd clapped politely as they made it to the bottom, grinning widely.


ย The Queen tapped the palms of her hands lightly, [#0f68a3 "Our Prince Arron, coming of age for the crown, has finally gained the courage to meet his people!"] She stated. And with that, she gave a small bow before her hand moved towards the stairs.


Everyone's gaze shot to the top of the Master Staircase, and soon enough a small black-haired boy emerged from the shadows. The crowd stared in confusion before quickly realizing the small male was indeed the Prince. He had a fan covering everything up to his eyes. Those red eyes were soft and dwelled with nothing but kindness. He was only showing the top half of his face but you could tell he was pure- Soft and kind...ย 


The male made no advances forward, he just stood at the top of the stairs, letting the crowd observe his appearance. Even as careful as everyone was, there was still quiet chatter among them. God.. Why couldn't they see his face?

Zauren stood within the crowd, his sword at his side. Despite Arron telling him he had the day off for this event, he couldnโ€™t bring himself to leave his sword behind. He had a gut feeling that perhaps something bad might happen, considering the fact that the entire kingdom has shown up. Anything could happen.


So, there Zauren stood, keeping an eye out for any shady individuals. Even though it was his day off. And after he heard the Queen announce Arronโ€™s arrival, he finally glanced up at the Master Staircase. He smiled at his Prince, admiring him from a far.


He was actually quite happy at the moment. As he stared at Arron, he could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears. [#1d8c5b [i "Wow..,"]] he muttered to himself.


However, after a moment, he put his head down, looking at the floor. He remembered that the Prince he loved dearly might still have to choose a woman to marry. With that in mind, Zauren felt very unhappy.


Zauren returned his gaze to Arron and stared into his eyes. Within a moment, he thought of an idea. He only needed to wait for the perfect moment. For now, he would simply enjoy himself, and make sure nothing bad happens.
Anime_freakAaron Bristle   46d ago
We'll make memories, friend.

Aaron stood for what felt like ages, before carefully making his way down the soft carpet stairs and next to his mother. He was so small and frail. Skinny. He looked nothing like his big burly father. Other than their black hair.

His mother seemed to tense when he was there.. But she threw on a strained smile and turned back to her people. [#3488a8 "My darling subjects, meet my lovely son Prince Aaron! Please excuse his.."] She pursed her lips. Almost with disappointment.ย 

[#3488a8 "Sickly form. Please, enjoy the night!"] She announced cheerfully and everyone roared with applause.

~

Aaron felt his stomach turn with anxiety as he was bombarded with people. He felt so.. Exposed. Unsafe. Uncomfortable! He wanted out. He wanted away. He wanted to see a familiar face- Or just to hide in his room again!ย 

He found comfort in that small room. Even if he didn't have a choice in staying. He enjoyed being demanded to stay in that room!


He glanced around for Zauren. He knew the male had only heard his voice through the cracks of the doors, and they might not have a real connection- But Aaron found himself loving every conversation. Loving his kind voice.


He enjoyed his company.

Zauren couldnโ€™t help but to glare at the Queen from afar. He stared at he for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. Within a moment, he began traveling further into the crowd of people. He pushed past many strangers, swiftly making his way towards the prince.

Upon finally approaching Aaron, he smiled softly as he glanced into his red eyes. [#1d8c5b [i "What is the matter, my Prince? You seem anxious. Donโ€™t tell me youโ€™re not excited to be finally meeting your kingdomโ€™s people?"]] Zauren asked, placing a hand on the small boyโ€™s shoulder.

[#1d8c5b [i "You know, if youโ€™re feeling uncomfortable, I will stay by your side,"]] he arrured, giving Aaron a warm smile. Zauren then glanced around the room, once again checking for anyone shady. Once he was satisfied that nobody would cause any trouble, he returned his gaze to Aaron.

[#1d8c5b [i "By the way,"]] Zauren began, rubbing the back of his neck. [#1d8c5b [i "Do you know what time youโ€™re supposed to be picking yourโ€ฆbride?"]] he asked with a small frown. He really only needed to know this information for his plan to work, but honestly, he didnโ€™t know if it would.
Anime_freakAaron Bristle   45d ago
We'll make memories, friend.

Aaron's eyes melted with relief. Zauren couldn't tell.. But he gave him a soft smile, waving the fan a little to brush his bangs. He was so small compared to the larger male. His frail appearance made him look like a child compared to him.ย 


[#79f2f6 "General.."] He said in his hushed, soft tone. Like he had rarely talked as a child. [#79f2f6 "I would love that."] Aaron's eyes pushed up, meaning he had smiled.ย 

After a while, he noticed he had asked a question. [#79f2f6 "Oh- Uhm.. twenty minutes-"] He nodded, glancing over at him. He hoped that maybe Zauren felt the same as him.. But who was he kidding?


He really didn't want to choose a bride. Not only has he never met any women but the maids, he had no interest in women. He preferred more masculine characters, it wasn't fair that he couldn't wed for love. He wanted a man to rule by his side. Not some greedy woman.


He shifted his hand a little. His arm wasn't tired, he just didn't enjoy the uncomfortable feeling of having the fabric brushing against his hand. But he refused to give the public his full face. He wasn't comfortable with it yet.

Zauren nodded and glanced up at the clock that was pinned above the main entrance. Now that he knew how much time he had, he knew he could carry out his master plan. Though he was anxious about it, which could be seen through the way he was standing.

One could often tell Zauren was anxious, because he always crossed his arms and looked away from whoever he happened to be talking to, tapping his left foot lightly on the floor. Though, he didnโ€™t normally get anxious at all. This was rare for him, but he couldnโ€™t help it.

Of course he was anxious. The one person he had grown so fond of was about to have to choose his bride, and he wasnโ€™t even sure if his plan would even work.

After a moment, Zauren cleared his throat. [#1d8c5b [i "Apologies, my Prince. I know I said I would stay by your side, but I suddenly need to use the restroom. If youโ€™ll excuse me, I shall return in a moment,"]] he said quite swiftly, almost in a perturbed tone. He then quickly sped off to the bathroom, to prepare for the time to come. The time to when a few chosen women would stand in line before his Prince.
Anime_freakAaron Bristle   45d ago
We'll make memories, friend.

[#79f2f6 "Alright."] Aaron nodded absent-mindedly as he stared into the large crowd. He didn't know [i anyone], and it didn't help that most of them were staring at him. But who wouldn't? Nobodies saw him, of course, they're going to look.


It took a while, but by god were there a lot of women in that line- He sat down in the fluffed and primed chair as the women fluffed their dresses and puckered their lips with pigment. He had no desire for women as they did not impress him. He took a nice long stare as he sighed.


Everyone waited as the bell rang. People would be watching as the decisions were made. And by god was he nervous- By god, by god, by god. . .ย 


His father rested a firm hand on his shoulders his eye twitched. [#cdc042 "You WILL choose a bride . ."] He whispered threateningly, his grip tightening on his sons shoulder.


A wince flashed across his face as Aarons arm shot with pain, his father's firm grip and thick nails threatening to plunge a hole into his suit and skin. God if someone could save him.

Hearing this, Zaurenโ€™s plan could finally set in motion. He swiftly jumped out of the bathroom window, so that he could begin.

Suddenly, a woman with fluffy, green hair - similar to Zaurenโ€™s -bursts through the front door. She pushed past the crowd and stood in line with the other women. Out of breath, she spoke up, [#1d8c5b [i "Apologies for my- *huff* -tardinessโ€ฆ"]] she said. The woman glanced at Aaron and smiled warmly.

You see, underneath the makeup and puffy dress, there was actually a man. Zaurenโ€™s "master plan" was actually just to dress as a woman and have Aaron choose him as his wife.

Heโ€™d rather just pretend to be a woman for a while than literally start a war. Which is what he thought would happen if he simply just confessed his love in front of anyone. So, here we are.

However, Zauren struggled to stand straight, as the heals he was wearing was making him stumble a bit. He didnโ€™t fall, but he did look like a complete fool as he stumbled from side to side, which did not make him look good whatsoever.
Anime_freakAaron Bristle   44d ago
We'll make memories, friend.

His father glared into the crowd, honestly, I don't think Aaron would have any say in which woman he married- Especially from the fact that his plan was to simply NOT choose a bride.ย 


[#cdc042 "Aaron, [i speak]."] He half-demanded quietly. You'd think the man's voice was more threatening when raised, but oh boy would you be wrong. His low, grave voice was like scrapping a sword across the heavy chalkboards they kept in the library.


Aaron's eyes threatened to close above the fan he held so tight. The wince finally left as The Kings grip subsided.ย 


The raven-haired boy's eyes danced across the women like they were simply nothing- Which they weren't. He respected, of course- But had no interest in loving one. His father did not care. His son was to be wed. Wether he liked it or not.ย 


As the women walked up to him, one by one. He rejected each. None of them being nearly as thoughtful, or as kind as the guard, he had in the quarry. Also, the only person the prince had ever talked to- But that wasn't a factor. Probably.

Zauren was the last to step up. In his high heals, he stumbled towards Aaron with a huge grin. He looked at the King, then looked at Aaron. He needed some way to let Aaron know it was actually him, without anyone else knowing. Despite his hair already standing out, he still looked like a woman.

Zauren tok a deep breath and leaned closer to Aaron. [#1d8c5b [i "Hey, itโ€™s me, Zauren! You need to make sure that no matter what, I am the one who is chosen,"]] he casually whispered in the Princeโ€™s ear. He watched to make sure the King didnโ€™t hear him, then leaned away.

Zauren then curtsied, holding some of the fabric of his dress in place as he did so. [#1d8c5b [i "Uhh, hello, my Prince. My name is, uhhโ€ฆZa-Zora Necron,"]] he announced softly, in a somewhat nervous tone. If anyone realizes who he is now, his plan would be ruined.

[#1d8c5b [i "I am happy toโ€ฆmeet you,"]] Zauren said. He spoke in a higher pitch, which made his voice sound a bit shaky. It didnโ€™t help that he was stumbling from side to side due the heals he was wearing.
Anime_freakAaron Bristle   44d ago
We'll make memories, friend.

The king squinted at the 'lady'. She was completely improper and rather ugly for his taste. What kingdom was she from? Orcs? But she was still required to the questions. [#cdc042 "Aaron."] He grumbled lowly, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder. Squeezing tight.


[#79f2f6 "Zzz-oww.."] He mumbled, wincing heavily as he shook his head. [#79f2f6 "Zora- How much money does your kingdom accumulate?"] He asked quietly, but firmly. He wasn't stupid after all. Just in pain.ย 


Aaron didn't think this would work at all- I mean his father had to approve of the maiden he chooses. And this- 'Zora'..? She was nothing of the sort his father desired for him.ย He needed a pretty, stupid, and rich wife. Someone the kingdom could benefit from. Love doesn't matter for him, he was to choose what was best for the kingdom.


Maybe he should just agree to marry one of the other many women.. I mean if Zauren got caught he could be locked up! Or worse- He shuddered slightly at the thought. What if it was his fault?

Zauren was dumb enough to think up this ridiculous plan, but he wasnโ€™t completely stupid. After all his time with Aaron, he knew exactly what the king wanted. He shut his eyes and thought of his answer. Obviously, he needed a number similar to, or more than this kingdom. And he knew he would be more successful if he choose a number that was significantly larger.

Zauren opened his eyes and pulled some of his hair behind his ear. [#1d8c5b [i "โ€ฆ900ย quadrillion!"]] he announced. That number was so exaggerated and bazaar. He immediately regretted his statement. He could only hope now that the King believed him. But of course, he was getting anxious, so he crossed his arms and started tapping his left foot.

He couldnโ€™t help it, no matter how hard he tried to stop himself. Luckily, the only one who has seen him when heโ€™s anxious was AAron. He was probably fine, but even so, he wasnโ€™t sure if the King would believe his lies. However, as he stood there, he was coming up with a backup plan. He had his sword hidden under his skirt, so he could probably escape if he needed to, but he didnโ€™t want it to come to that.
Anime_freakAaron Bristle   44d ago
We'll make memories, friend.

The king shook his head, [#cdc042 "Leave us."] He grumbled, rubbing his temples. All Aaron could think was thank god his father didn't notice the lies. Thank god Zauren wasn't hurt.


Once the two men were alone, his father leaned down. Speaking in his ear. Aaron felt so uncomfortable with the man in his ear.. The feeling of his father's voice wasn't familiar. It was always someone else who spoke.ย 


Aaron's eyes melted into fear, sadness- And a mixture of anything but happiness, His father was so mean.. He didn't want this! He didn't want any of it.


He stared at the group of women. He hated this.. He wanted to go back to his room. For the night to end with no issues, no marriage. [#79f2f6 "Can I.. Choose tomorrow-? Give me more time.. Please."] He whispered, voice cracking. H was going to cry. Too much pressure! [#cdc042 "No!"] His father half shouted.


Aaron had an idea- Everyone was around. He had a choice- His father couldn't take this back. [#79f2f6 "I will choose eventually, but not now."] He announced to the room so everyone could hear. His father was visibly furious.

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