A Face that launched a thousand ships

Part 13

  part 13

For centuries, the Kingdom of Britannia had always been the strongest and the mightiest in the entire world. Not one kingdom stood a chance against it—at least, that is, no one tried to stand against them. Those who tried to bring this kingdom down was destroyed and forgotten. Since then, no one ever tried raising arms against this powerful kingdom—that is, not until now. The eleventh ruler of Reino de España—Antonio Fernandez Carriedo—was foolish enough to dare provoke the current ruler of Britannia—Arthur Kirkland. It was surprising how far he'd go just to make the girl of his dreams his. There were lots of girls willing to be in his loving arms, but for him, Maria Katalina dela Cruz was the only girl.


"How is it going? I want all of my best warriors to be in this. Call for them as soon as possible!" the blond demanded with his arms crossed in front of him. "Yes, we will do everything to get them, Your Highness." The head butler bowed then turned around. "Ah! One more thing," the king continued, "I want him to be here." The head butler exited the room with a curt nod, "Yes, Your Highness."

His jade orbs looked out the window with a hint of confidence, "With him around, we will surely win this."


"Tonio," a familiar voice called out from behind the brunet as he walked in the middle of the long corridor of his palace, "I have news." The brunet turned around with a smirk, "Did he finally declare war?" The blond behind him shook his head, "No, not yet. We have received word that he is planning to. He is also sending his best warriors to the battlefield." The brunet laughed, "Then we shall do the same!"

The blonde's brows met at the middle, "Yes, I knew you would say that." Then he smirked and took out a rose and held it near his face, "I will also call out for Gil's and my best warriors." The brunet nodded, "Gracias Francis."

"De rien, Tonio. You do know you could always count on me and Gil, right?" he chuckled, "I will assure you that I will help you get that girl of your dreams." Afterwards, he turned around and walked to the opposite direction of the brunet. The brunet faced forward and smirked.


The huge doors of the king's quarters creaked open and in came a blonde man in his armour. He had a sandy blonde hair with a few strands sticking up forming a slight boomerang shape. His sea blue eyes wandering around the room, "You called for me, Your Highness?"

Arthur walked towards the mini living room inside his quarters and sat down, "Yes, I did. Take a seat, Alfred." The young man walked towards where the king was and sat on the chair opposite of the king. "What business do you have with me, sire?" he asked with a serious face which was very rare of him. Arthur rested his chin on top of his intertwined fingers, "We are going to war, lad."

The young man's blue eyes widened, "With whom, your Highness?" he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Arthur's brows met, "With Reino de España. I want you to lead our forces to victory. I have seen your talents and capabilities and I do think that you suit this job very well. At such a young age, you have surpassed the capabilities of your seniors."

"B-But... your Highness, I am not as good as my seniors. I admit that I can be quite arrogant sometimes but—!" he was cut short when Arthur raised a hand, "Do you not believe me, Alfred?"

"W-Well... I do believe you, Your Highness. But I doubt that I am suited for this job that you are giving me." He looked down with doubting eyes. The older blond chuckled, "Then erase that doubt and do as I command you, avenge my wife and our country." Alfred's head shot up; Arthur continued, "For our country has been looked down upon by the enemy. They have soiled us and took this country's queen's dignity!" The young warrior's hands curled into fists, gripping the armour tightly. He stood up with a change of heart, "I shall do everything in my power to avenge our country. I shall fight with my utmost power till the last of my remaining breath."

Arthur turned around and faced the boy with a pleased smile, "Go then, lad, for you have this country's prayers. Do start planning as soon as you have prepared a battalion." Alfred bowed and went out of the room with a confident aura.

"The reason why I chose you was because I knew you would do anything to avenge our country..."


He walked briskly in the middle of the corridor wearing his unusual serious face. As soon as he went out of the king's quarters, he had only one other person in mind—Matthew, his twin brother. For years, the two of them had been training hardly, dreaming that they would one day lead the royal army to victory. Now was their chance, to prove their strength and abilities. His walking became slower and slower, his expression melted into that of curiosity. "Come to think of it, I think I have never seen the queen's face." He pondered for a while as he continued walking very slowly. "I'll think about that later. Got to get to Mattie!" he shrugged then began walking briskly once again.

The door to their room blew open as the young blond made his entrance. "Hey Mattie!" he exclaimed in his high pitched voice, "The king's got a job for us!" Across the room was another blonde; his purple eyes shone beautifully as the sun's rays hit his pale face. He had a much longer hair than Alfred's and a long ahoge. He was Matthew Williams, Alfred's twin brother. "T-That's great brother! What's the job?" his soft voice said in a mellow yet happy tone. Alfred formed a fist and pointed his thumb towards his chest, "We will be the leaders of the Royal army!" he smirked, pride showing in his eyes.

Matthew's purple eyes widened, "Come again?"

Alfred laughed, "We're going to be leaders of the Royal army!" he repeated with a huge grin. Matthew chuckled, "We better do our best then." The other blonde man nodded in response. He stared out the window just beside his twin brother.

"Hey Mattie," he began, "Yes, Al?" Matthew answered. "Have you ever seen the queen's face? Or even got just a glimpse of her?" Alfred asked out of the blue. Matthew laughed, "Well she's—she's..." he scratched his head as he wondered, "Well, I haven't seen her face yet either." Alfred glanced at Matthew and grinned, "Should we find her majesty?" he joked. Matthew shrugged, "I don't know... but sounds good to me!" The twins laughed together, their childish laughter echoing inside the room.

Alfred straightened up, "But I do want to meet her." He smiled. Matthew smiled back, "Yeah, me too."

"Hey!" Alfred exclaimed as if he got an idea, "I'll just ask his majesty if I can talk to her! Then we can go meet her." His dumb, crazy idea made Matthew sigh in defeat but then laugh afterwards, "You are crazy."

"It won't hurt to try!" he grinned hugely.


"Hey Tonio!" a gruff voice called out to the brunet as he spaced out while staring outside the window. "Oh, huh?" the man turned around to face the person calling out to him, "Oh, it's you, Gil. What's wrong?" The albino named Gilbert smirked, "I just heard of something."

Antonio turned back again to face the window, "What is it?" Gilbert smirked and chuckled with pride, "That thick browed unawesome king is sending for the 'Black Knight' is what I heard." Antonio quickly turned around a faced the albino once again, "Is that true?" Gilbert nodded, "Very true." The brunet bit his lip as his brows furrowed in annoyance, "I'll have to send out my best men too."

He crossed his arms and thought deeply. "I'll help you with that, buddy." Gilbert winked and made a thumbs up sign. Antonio smirked, "Thanks Gil, tell Francis too, okay?" Gilbert laughed, "Of course! It's because you have such awesome friends such as I!"

Antonio smirked and snorted, "Thanks." He looked back out the window and thought of a saying he once heard:

Beware of thy black knight

Whose sea blue eyes shineth with might.

For when he is deployed,

Everything in his path shalt be destroyed.