My Precious Prince (fruk royal au)

Chapter 3

Life is a difficult journey and those who do things, which they wish not to, has completed one of the main checkboxes in life.

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The chestnut haired Italian, who was skipping happily forwarded, followed closely behind the light-blonde hair German, who was keeping a close eye on surroundings, had finally made it to Windsor Castle, where the British Royal Family were living for a while. They usually moved between different castles and palaces a lot, mostly between Buckingham Palace and Windsor Castle and it is known by the British people that the Royals' favourite for centuries had always been Windsor Castle.

They had reached the Prince's door and with three swift knocks by Feliciano, a soft but breaking voice told them to "Come in."

They saw the Arthur standing over his bed, staring at the beautiful swan-white suit, outlined with golden leather and a little red rose for his headdress. Tears fell down his cheek; beautiful clothes to which will be worn for someone he did not love. Did not want. Sensing his dear friend's sorrow, Feliciano was about to run and give him a hug when he was stopped by Ludwig, who told him sternly to go. But who said he was to listen? He ran up to his friend and gave him a really tight squeeze; though Arthur would usually push him off as he couldn't breathe, this time it felt really nice. At that moment, he spun and hugged Feliciano tightly back. He couldn't have been anymore grateful for his friend. Feliciano was kind, caring and though people called him stupid or dumb, he was actually quite smart. He always knew when someone was feeling down, especially Arthur (they basically grew up together), and his paintings were from another dimension. It was his dream to become an artist and Arthur knew he had the skills and ambition to.

Arthur then pushed out of the hug and stared at Feliciano. He muttered a thank you and his eyes then diverted to the letter Feliciano, who soon sensed where Arthur's eyes were concentrated on. Feliciano landed Arthur the letter and was pushed out by Ludwig, who seemed to realise that the Prince needed some alone time; when the door clicked shut, he let his tears fall to the ground. Francis, his love, let him go. Wouldn't even try to stop it. He just let Arthur go. After everything. The meet. The phone calls and talks. It all burst into flames. Arthur scrunched the letter and threw it across the room, collapsing on the floor and hugging himself into a ball, hoping to disappear from the darkness and hate of life.

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The wedding day, came faster than anyone had expected, especially Arthur. Over the last week or so, many things had happened. He had the chance to bond with his brother's again, fun tea parties with them but... the letter. The thing that cracked his heart into a thousand pieces that no human nor inhuman would be able to fix the pieces back. Maybe not even be able to gather them all. Francis said he loved him, even in the letter and he loved him too but, he didn't come and save him. Help him to get away from this marriage. Not even show a lot of heartbreak. He just let him go...

He looked at the mirror and saw himself wearing his wedding suit. Chosen by an Austro-Hungarian King, about the same age as Arthur, who has a knack for designing clothes and making music. He was also attending the wedding too and though he would've loved to play the piano at Arthur's wedding, he was denied by his courtiers as it was too 'informal'. Arthur had no problem whatsoever and thought that it would have been lovely if he played a piece. But since when did the spare's opinion ever count?

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

"Come in!"

Feliciano burst through the door, dragging along poor Ludwig with him and gasped the moment he laid eyes on Arthur.

"Oh mama Mia! Oh my! You look stunning!"