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Megumi Fushiguro was a bright boy.

He took to his lessons quickly and easily, excelling at both history and combat. The young male's manners were impeccable, and many liked to suggest that he was a better delegate than half of King Gojo's royal advisors. It was a sentiment that Satoru strongly agreed with. At just eighteen, Megumi was one of the smartest men Satoru had ever had the pleasure of knowing, which was why it was so damn infuriating to see the boy so unaware of his own impending engagement.

    Megumi had lived in the castle since he was fifteen, having been given over to Satoru's custody upon the death of his parents. The original Zenin-Gojo Treaty had dictated that Megumi, from the Royal Zenin Family, be given to King Gojo on the day of his nineteenth birthday, but Satoru had demanded that the young prince be brought to the castle as soon as news of the Zenin Kingdom's fall reached him. No one knew if Megumi would have been safe in the ruins of his kingdom, but Satoru wasn't willing to gamble with his future consort's life. He had never seen the younger man, but Megumi Fushiguro was his by law and he would never allow such a certainty to be tested.

    Satoru fell instantly and madly the moment he laid eyes on Megumi, and he knew then that he had made the right choice. Prince Megumi was meant to sit on the throne, and Satoru wanted nothing more than to cover his promised one in jewels and silks. Until Megumi's nineteenth birthday, however, it was forbidden, so Satoru busied himself with buying his beloved simple things like books and beakers. Megumi always grinned and thanked Satoru with a peck on the cheek, which was why the Six Eyes user immediately turned his attention to his beloved when the maids began to pester the raven about his wedding attire.

"Prince Megumi, I want you to come to the market with me today so we can choose your wedding fabric!"

Megumi froze, "My what?"

"Your wedding fabric, sir! Your nineteenth birthday is coming soon, and we want you to have the attire of your dreams!"

Satoru smiled from atop his throne. Sweet Megumi. Surely he knew that he would be allowed to choose his own wedding clothes?

"I um I'm getting married?"

One maid laughed and nudged Megumi's arm, "Don't be coy, sir! You've been promised as long as we've known you!"

Megumi had turned wide, betrayed eyes on Satoru then, and the white-haired man had to wonder what he'd done wrong.

Megumi started avoiding him after that. He no longer took his suppers with Satoru and seemed to leave whenever Gojo entered a room. Satoru figured it was just pre-wedding jitters. At least, he did until Megumi knocked on the door to his rooms for supper nearly two weeks later.

The younger man was wearing his robe, and Satoru spared a moment to wonder if the castle was too cold for him. Nonetheless, he smiled, just happy to be in Megumi's presence.

"Hey Gumi-Gumi! Been a while, yeah?"

"Yes it has, King Gojo," Megumi bit out. He hadn't called Satoru by his title since he first came to the castle.

"Gumi, what-"

His words died on his tongue as Megumi removed his robes. The young prince was dressed in loose, transparent pink silks, and it took every ounce of self-restraint Satoru possessed not to reach out and touch. Megumi pressed himself to the other's chest and draped his arms around the King's neck.

"Don't make me leave," he whispered, lips brushing against Gojo's pulse point.

Satoru gulped, "Gumi...I...uh...it's improper...You. Me... marriage?"

If possible, Megumi pushed himself even closer to Satoru.

"I don't want to get married. I just want you. Please don't make me get married."

"I... What? Gumi, who exactly do you think you're marrying?", Satoru asked cautiously staring at the younger's beautiful eyes.

"I don't know," Megumi said eyes looking down, "everyone keeps telling me that I've been promised as long as I've been alive, but no one ever told me who I was promised to. The Zenins never said anything, and you didn't say anything... And I don't want to leave." He looked up at Satoru with wide watery, pleading emerald eyes, "Please don't send me away, 'Toru. Please."

Satoru carefully wrapped his arms around the younger man, "Megumi, you're not going anywhere." He pressed a kiss to the top of the raven's wild hair, "Gumi, you're not going anywhere. I promise. You're marrying me, angel. I would never make you leave. You're mine, baby. I'm the only one who gets to marry you."

Megumi pulled away ever so slightly to stare at Satoru, "What?"

The King chuckled, "It's me, baby. You were promised to me. I thought you knew that."

"But you never... No one ever...," His cheeks turned crimson as the reality of the situation settled in, "oh my god. You're my future husband and I just threw myself at you like a common whore!"

Megumi tried to jump away, but Satoru held fast.

"Hey. Shh. Relax, baby. You didn't throw yourself at me," He looked Megumi up and down, "and I love this little ensemble, but," he ever so gently let go of Megumi, "maybe save it for the wedding night, yeah? Can't break tradition even for you, my angel."

Megumi ducked his head, "I should probably rethink my wedding attire."

"Why's that? I thought you liked what you picked."

Megumi raised his eyebrows, "I picked the ugliest fabric imaginable because I wanted my betrothed to reject me 'Toru! Damn you Satoru, you should've told me."

Gojo laughed. "My dear Gumi-Gumi, I told you many times." "You just said that you'd play a big role in the wedding! Nothing specific plus you flirt all the time! How was I supposed to know you were serious," Megumi sighed frustratedly, "now I have to redo the whole wedding planning to be something I actually like not something that looks like garbage!"

"Well then you better get planning, husband of mine," He kissed Megumi's forehead, "you'll do an amazing job! I know it. I'll see you in for breakfast in the morning Gumi-Gumi." Megumi blushed, "Yeah, yeah. See you at breakfast!" He hastily pulled his robe back on before darting in to kiss Satoru's chin, "see you then 'Toru."

Satoru watched his beloved scurry down the hall and smiled. He couldn't wait to marry that man.