𝓡𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 (𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽)

𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮: 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

After the first prince William was born, they only saw each other on rare occasions like the monthly councils of the kingdoms. René was a wreck. He had always been quiet, cold and disinterested. But Vincent ignited something burning and flaming inside of him. He had only realized his feelings after Vincent opened his eyes for him. And when it had been too late.

René loved Vincent.

He wanted to have him to himself.

René wanted to vomit every time he imagined Vincent doing those things to that ugly bitch.

He hated the queen and her child with all his heart.

He had started despising the entire Windsor family, except Vincent Windsor at that point.

He hated I.A.

And unsurprisingly, one morning, René declared war on the empire.

A brutal fight broke out between the two kingdoms.

Vincent had added fuel to the fire. He had deceived René this whole time. After the wife of Vincent had snitched on him, René found out that the king had been working for R. S. as a spy for a decade to balance the loss of money his kingdom had been suffering from.

Soon both kingdoms ran out of weapons and artillery. The confrontations cooled down and Imperius Albus and Paupertus, trading partners for more than three centuries, had become enemies of the state.

"VINCENT! COME OUT YOU FILTHY BASTARD! THERE IS NO ONE LEFT TO FIGHT EXCEPT OF US!"

René's crampled expression distorted that pretty face of his. He was burning with rage, walking towards the single bush that stood out in this terrain.

The even taller man now crawled out of the bush.

"Still trying to hide like a little child, I see! Go to hell you scumbag!"

Vincent approached the man he loved with all his heart.

He opened his mouth.

"René, if I don't die here I will make it up to you, just-"

"QUIET! I DON'T NEED YOUR LAME EXCUSES ASSFACE!"

"Please René, just let me explain, I-"

"What is done is done, you can't..."

René didn't resist, even when the man was walking in his direction. The air reeked of blood and gunpowder. The ochre shades of the sunset shone through the smoke, parting the figures by only a few inches.

"I'm so sorry, my majesty" Vincent whispered with empathic eyes.

The kings pressed their lips against each other's. Vincent slipped in his tongue and almost made René suffocate with his tongue dances.

"I can't love you, Vincent. Nobody wants us to be together. The world hates us being together. Or else we would have been male and female, as the bible suggests"

René cupped the face, taking one last hopeless look into the amber eyes he adored so much.

"Maybe in our next life."

René pushed the man onto the bloody ground. And there were hot tears gushing out of his cold, green eyes, as he walked over countless of dead bodies, leaving the most precious man in his life truly behind for the first time in his life.

The king didn't notice the tears gushing out of his eyes, onto his precious handmade throne.

It was a gruesome feeling.