Short Stories And Oneshots!! (GirlxGirl, BoyxBoy, BoyxGirl, LGBTQ)

The Prince And The Caterer

Arthur stared out over the mass gathering of people. He sat on his throne, head ringing and on the verge of death from boredom.

His father, King Magnus, was happily gossiping with other nobles in the room about the kingdoms latest technological advances.

His mother, Queen Agatha, gave him a gentle smile and a wink.

He returned it, rolling his eyes.

This had been a night in the planning for months. It was the 20th anniversary of the end of the Hundred Years War.

When the invading Astruistani empire threatened their way of life, his ancestors stood strong and defended their homes, his father being the one to end it, walk into the capital of Astruistan and accept their surrender, on HIS terms.

King Magnus IV, the Tiger of Etruia.

Arthur found himself in awe of his dad, but he also had to deal with the pressure of one day becoming King, as well as maintaining an era of peace for Etruia.

Another source of pressure, was the hunt to find a consort.

I didn't make things easy for Arthur, especially being gay. He simply never found himself attracted to women.
Whenever he'd see a woman at the ball or events they attended, he'd sometimes think they're pretty, but that was it.

Seeing all the handsome, muscular, soldiers in their uniforms, marching around the castle.... well, that was what he desired.

When he was younger, he always wanted to be near the guards, the uniforms that were adorned with medals. He always watched them.

Now he was older, 18 and nearly 19, it made sense. He never realised it.

His parents however, very much did.
And not only were they accepting, much to his surprise, but encouraged him to follow his heart no matter what.
Despite his worries over continuing the Royal line, Etruia was a very modern and liberal society, and the King said they could get a surrogate.

The King even took it upon himself to find his son a consort, introducing him to the sons of Nobles, Viscounts, Lords and Barons all around his age.

His mother, Queen Agatha, was more relaxed than her husband, who seemed to fly about like a blue arsed fly.

Things were different from the beginning of the Hundred Years War, Etruia wasn't a global superpower like it is now, culture and the society had developed and changed. Now it was considered to be a bastion of peace and prosperity. It was still an absolute monarchy, that hadn't changed, but there was an overwhelming sense of support for the royals.

The King returned to their thrones, near the window.

"My son," The King spoke, "Why don't you go and speak to some our guests?"

"I'm okay where I am, father." The Prince replied.

"Ahh! I'm sure you'll find a nice lad to talk to." The King spoke.

"My dear, our son can do whatever he wants." The Queen spoke.

"Oh come on Agatha! There's plenty of people here!"

"So? He can make decisions for himself, he's nearly 19. MAGNUS." The Queen said, making her voice clear and firm when she said his name.

"Okay! Enough! I'm leaving you both now, you're annoying me." The Prince said, getting up from his throne.

"Have fun baby!" The Queen spoke.
"Hope you find someone, kiddo!!" Said the King.
"Ignore your father!"
"Agatha Charlottesburg, I swear to the gods--!!"