A New Kingdom (USUK Cardverse/Omegaverse)

The Mark

Alfred mumbled softly as Hachi nuzzled his neck gently. Fluttering his eyes open, the boy yawned, stretching as he heard almost every joint in his body click. Sighing gently, he brought a saf smile to his face as he stroked Hachi's nose. "Ah well old girl... it could be a lot-". Alfred froze. He could hear something, no, someone. Scrambling his feet, Alfred crawled over the ledge he slept on, which overlooked at stream. Sure enough, a cloaked figure walked on tip toes straight through the crystal waters.

"All through the first part of that night

We did lie in sport and play.

Then this young man arose and gathered his clothes

And said, "Fare ye well. I am away."

Alfred opened his mouth to call out, but then thought better of it. He didn't want to scare whoever this person was. Lying on his belly, he brought his hands to his chin and closed his eyes.

"That's not the promise you gave to me

When first you lay on my breast.

You made me believe with your lying tongue

That the sun rose in the west."

"Gee, they sure do have a pretty voice.." Alfred thought to himself as he lazily opened an eye. The figure had stopped and was perched on a small boulder with his back to Alfred. Smiling Alfred began to stand up, slipping down the ledge.

"Go home, go home, to your father's garden,

Go home and weep your fill,

And think upon your own misfortune

That you brought with your wanton will."

The figure slipped his cloak off and laid it neatly on the boulder, his short golden hair shimmering in the sunlight. Slowly his pale hands raised to unbutton his shirt and Alfred felt his heart drop. "Oh no" he thought as his eyes widened, "This... they are getting undressed". Realizing that if this person saw him staring, they would get the wrong idea. Panicking, Alfred rushed back to the ledge and tried climbing up. Yet he had no luck. It may have been easy sliding down, but climbing back up was deemed impossible.

"There's not one girl in this whole town

As easily led as I.

When the sky does fall and the seas run dry,

Why it's then you'll marry I."

The figure had his back to Alfred, his creamy pale back littered with delicate freckles. His hands were on his trouser buckle. Blushing slightly, Alfred covered his mouth and looked away. "Well... I suppose there's only one thing I can do...".

"Hello?".

Arthur screamed and felt into the water, his trousers still on, but were now completely soaked. Quicker than he could blink, he grabbed his shirt and covered his chest, glancing through his hair that had fallen over his eyes. A tall man stood opposite him. He was rather tall and lean, though his face still had a baby like charm. His skin was a pale caramel colour, which seemed ill and faded. His hair was unkempt and a light brown. Glasses sat wonkily upon his slightly crooked nose, covering bright blue eyes that could only be compared to the sky. An embarrassed but friendly smile rested on his lips.

"Uh howdy, sorry I startled you-" he began to speak, but Arthur's eyes widened. The Queen grabbed his cloak and threw it over his head, careful to cover the 'Q'. Fear began to take over Arthur's body as he ran. He couldn't let anyone enemy kingdoms know he was the queen! They would kill him if he had the chance and Arthur had never seen this man before. "Wait!".

Dancing over the rocks elegantly, Arthur made his way back to Hook and began untying the ropes. His hands shook so badly he could barely untie them, when he heard a smack. Hesitantly glancing over his shoulder, he saw the man spread out on the rocks. His face buried in the moss. Arthur gulped and climbed onto his horse, when he froze.

What if he has knocked himself out? .... What is he has fractured his skull?

After debating for a short while, Arthur slipped down on his horse and tip-toed his way over to the man. Rolling him over with his foot, Arthur peered down at him. The man seemed to be out cold, his glasses were a little smashed and a gash had been cut down his chest. Biting his lip, Arthur retrieved his shirt to make a bandage. Pulling off the man's brown shirt proved to be a challenge, but once it had come off, he almost wished it hadn't.

The in the middle of the man's chest sat a large 'K' with three deep scars through it.