Zwei. A boy who had been forced into an arranged marriage at 14. Now the man he's expected to stay with for the rest of his life, Sullivan, is physically and mentally abusive. Sullivan, 17 at marriage, is possibly the most manipulating and toxic per...
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Sullivan slipped on his gloves and put his black top hat. The man sighed, rereading the letter his father, the prince, had sent him. "Of course he wants me to bring Zwei..." he mumbled. Fixing his tie, he exited the bathroom and was confused as Zwei was already dressed. "Zwei? How have you already clothed yourself?" He asked. The boy was dressed in a sleeveless, red, slim, ruffled bustle dress, ribbons tied anywhere they could be placed. He wore a pair of black elbow-length gloves, and a red fascinator sitting atop his head. For some reason, Sullivan's heart once again had that tingling feeling being in the same room as Zwei. "Your choice of clothing is..." Zwei tensed, awaiting the older male's answer. "Presentable.." Sullivan finished. Zwei hesitantly walked closer to the male, his eyes narrowing as he looked from below at Sullivan's jawline. "The scar is still there, therefore you aren of no imposter.. then, why are you being so... fond..? Are you ill?" Zwei questioned, worry written all over his face. "What? I shan't say kind words to my husband?" Sullivan questioned, his face becoming the usual blank stare. "I find it.. odd. B-But I do not hate it!" The boy clarified, remembering the last time Sullivan had given him affection. "I recommend you to not get used to it.." Sullivan mumbled. "Hm?" "Nothing,"
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Inside the royal castle, Zwei seemed excited to meet Sullivan's family since he'd only seen his father at the wedding, but was especially happy to see Queen Lydia again. Sullivan sighed, "You should already know royal table etiquette, so don't make it seem as if you aren't trained..." Sullivan mumbled as a butler led the two to the dining hall. Zwei grabbed onto Sullivan's forearm, looking up at the man who ignored his gaze. The boy bit his lip, looking back ahead as he was the three turned a corner and entered the dining room. "Ah! Brother!" Duchess Judinne, Sullivan's sister smiled. Queen Lydia sat at the end of the long dinner table. Prince Archimondt, Sullivan's father and Princess Amelia, his mother, sat next to each other. Amelia had married Archimondt, becoming the princess. "Grandmother," Sullivan greeted, bowing his head. "Good evening, dearest," She smiled. "You as well, Zwei," The queen chuckled. "O-Oh!" Zwei snapped out of his daze of finally seeing a friend after a while, doing a small curtsy. "My-My! He is just adorable!" Judinne squealed, watching as the couple walked to their seats. Zwei sat beside the duchess, and Sullivan sat next to Zwei, both Makler placing their relatively large napkins on their laps. "Will more of the family arrive later?" Sullivan questioned, a small smile on his face as he did. "Unfortunately, Penelope and Steven are too far away to come visit, it'd be a week's carriage ride. Harris had become unwell and Danielle stayed at their Estate to give him care," Amelia frowned. "I see," "Although, Desmond should be here by now..."
"Desmond?" Zwei questioned, "Sullivan and I's younger brother. He's about your age so I'm sure you'll both get along!" Judinne chirped. "The little brat is a curse, I will not have him around my husband. He is a terrible influence," Sullivan grit his teeth.
"I'm here! I'm here!!" A boy with dark brown hair rushed into the dining room panting heavily. He wore a black suit and knelt over as he tried to catch his breath. Everyone's attention was on the male as he stood up straight, taking a deep breath. "Good afternoon, family!" The guy smiled. "Good afternoon!" Everyone but Sullivan replied. "Burn in a fire.." he mumbled. "Get caught in a tornado!" The male retorted. "Both of you!" Amelia snapped, slamming her palms onto the table. "We have a special guest! Show some modesty!!" She glared at the two.
"Sorry mother..." they apologized.
"Now, Zwei, this is Desmond, Sullivan and Judinne's youngest brother. Desmond, this is Zwei, Sullivan's husband." Amelia introduced.
Zwei gave the other male a small smile, and that was enough to lock Desmond in place.
'What..? It would be impossible for someone so... cute.. to exist... He's Sullivan's husband though! Even if I hate Sullivan with every fiber in my being, it'd be plain wrong of me to want that majestic creature he calls his.' Desmond thought. A tint of pink dusted the male's cheeks as he bowed and took his seat.
The royals ordered their desired food, and waited for it's delivery
Multiple servants walked out, carrying several steel platters and placing them on the dining table and removing the lid. The queen began to eat and everyone followed her after she took her first bite. Zwei received his honey roasted duck, garnished with pomegranate and spinach. However, he barely ate any of it, so much as half of his food had even been glanced at. "Zwei, is that all you're going to eat?" Desmond asked worriedly. Zwei smiled, "I do not eat much to begin with, I'm quite alright!" he assured. "Eat more," Sullivan stated, making the boy unnoticeably flinch. "I agree with Sullivan, if you eat this much daily, I am sure that you may even be ill!" Judinne exclaimed. Zwei gulped, taking his dinner fork in his hand and beginning to eat more of the left side on his plate. He felt uncomfortable eating more than what Sullivan typically allowed him to. The man was strict on Zwei's eating habits: only small dishes, and even then he'd only allowed exactly half of that. However, if Sullivan told him he could, then shouldn't it be alright?
