Some info about this Au: Fyodor is the prince of the DOA kingdom (more commonly known as the kingdom of the Decaying Angels) about to be crowned king. So, therefore he has to marry someone of a royal bloodline (more preferably a princess), but there is one problem: he is in love with Nikolai, the royal family's personal jester. Born to a peasant family, sold to the royal family, the Dostoyevskys. Nikolai suggests that he and Fyodor run away together and start their own life, but Fyodor isn't sure what he should do. Btw: Fyodor and Nikolai are both 18
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Fyodor was sitting in the palace library reading, like he does just about- well all the time.
"Fedya! Fedya!"
Fyodor looked up from the book he was reading to see his beloved Nikolai literally just about in his face,
"Yes, dear?" He asked.
"His and her majesty request to see you. I think that they've found another princess for whom you are to marry," Nikolai said. There was a hint of sadness in his voice.
Fyodor sighed and got up from where he was seated. He cupped Nikolai's face to who which the latter looked saddened, and pecked the tip of his nose then his lips.
"Don't worry Kolya dear, everything is going to fine," Fyodor said soon walking off, leaving Nikolai alone in the empty, quiet, and lonely library.
With the Dostoevskys and the princess's family.
The princess was beautiful for 18. She had beautiful long red hair that resembled fire embers, breathtaking green eyes that put the shiniest emeralds to shame, and a smile that was so bright that the Sun would be jealous.
"Fyodor, this is Alessandra," Fyodor's mother said.
"Pleasure to meet you, Alessandra," Fyodor said extending his hand gesturing for her to shake it in a friendly manner.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Fyodor," Alessandra said back, taking his hand and shaking it gently.
She had a faint blush dusted on her cheeks; light but noticeable.
Fyodor already knew that this was going to be a problem
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Meanwhile, Nikolai was hiding behind a wall that was closes to the stairwell. There, he could hear and see everything. A nauseating feeling started to bubble up inside of him, and that feeling was jealousy.
Jealousy for the princess's beauty, and also the fact that she seemed to be like Fyodor already.
Well, who wouldn't? His eyes were such hypnotizing magenta eyes that just looking into them for a second would put you almost immediately into a trace, and longish raven black hair that resembled darkness itself, and well, you get the point.
Nikolai was cut off from his inner thoughts when the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, so he made a run for it.
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After a while, Fyodor and Alessandra were talking and having tea in yours truly his highness's room.
"So, Fyodor, what do you like to do for fun around here?"
"Well-," Fyodor began, but couldn't because just when he said that Nikolai burst into the room, which startled poor Alessandra, but Fyodor was completely unfazed by it because it happens just about every single day.
"Fedya! You never informed me that you were spending time with the princess!" Nikolai whined as he ran over to Fyodor practically getting in his face again.
