Everybody Wants to Rule the World ♔ Muke

II.

Mentions of mpreg in this chapter! No actual mpreg will happen for many many many more chapters

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"Once upon a time we fell apart. You're holding in your hands the two halves of my heart"

- Princess of China, Coldplay & Rihanna

Luke knew he would eventually have to produce an heir. Marrying the future king of France came a price, and producing heirs is something that was crucial in the line of royalty. Luke and Michael have been engaged since the age of six, but the marriage wasn't set in stone. Alliances can shift, and before Scotland and France's alliance shifts, Luke has to win the prince's heart.

Luke had only been at French Court for a couple of hours. He hasn't spoken more than a few words to his future husband. And Luke was going to change that. French Court was very familiar. He knew his way around the gigantic castle, but exploring wasn't on Luke's mind. Michael was the only thing he could think about.

Michael's room was all the way on the other side of the castle which made the walk their long and boring for Luke. But it gave him some time to think about what he was going to say. Maybe "Hey we've been engaged since we where kids, do you want to go have dinner?" was a bit too strange. Michael's door was standing inches away from Luke's face and all he wanted to do was knock. He finally brought his hand to the wood and knocked twice.

The door swung open and Luke was met with a shirtless Michael. "Luke. Uh what is it?" He couldn't help but stare at Michael's beautiful naked torso. He was a bit curvy, and his skin was a very pale color. His body made Luke melt."Oh I uhm thought we could go out somewhere. You know to get to know each other better?" He was still staring at Michael's chest. Mesmerized my his beauty.

The black haired boy sighed and closed the door slightly. "Now's not a good time." Luke's face fell. Did Michael not like him? He seemed terribly annoyed with the younger king. "Next time you come to my chambers, you should be announced." Luke eyebrows furrowed at what the boy said. "I don-don't understand." "You shouldn't be here" Michael quickly spoke.

Michael's tone of voice was starting to concern Luke. They've only know each other for a short period of time, so why did Michael seem so annoyed with him? Luke was afraid to ask, but he did anyway "Why do you sound so...are you alone?" Michael quickly stood up straight, shocked by Luke's question. "Are you with someone?" Luke asked again with more confidence this time. And what Luke didn't know is that there was truly someone in Michael's bed a the moment. A young duke by the name of David, who came for Michael's older sister's wedding.

Michael voice came out sharp and cold to the touch "If you are ever going to be the King of France, you need to understand something. Kings do not answer to their husbands." The door was quickly slammed in Luke's face. He took a few steps back, tears forming in his eyes. He shouldn't be surprised really. He knew something like this was bound to happen.

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The cold autumn airs of France hit Luke's face with a great force as he stepped outside. His cheeks and nose rapidly turning a light shade of red. His dog Daniel stood by his side, huddled close to Luke's dress as he made his way to the slightly frozen fountain outside the castle. He sat down on the edge of the fountain and crossed his legs. He didn't want to start crying, to show a sign of weakness. He held on for a while but after a few minutes the tears started to drip down Luke's cheek. "Get used to it Luke, you have to deal with him forever now." He dried his eyes with the sleeve of his dress and stood up. He wasn't going to admit defeat.