The Tale of Prince Charming -Septiplier Oneshot-

The Tale of Prince Charming

Cause Cinderella AU's are overrated...
*Glances to the Cinderella AU I have in my notes on my phone*
Shhhhh

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Mark moved swiftly. The weapon in his hand slashed back and forth furiously. He moved quickly, with a precision not many possessed. He had been battling for some time now. He was playing with his prey, really. It was no fun if he won the battle immediately.

He heard the door to the room open, and with a quick leap and slash, the battle ended. Mark took off his helmet, smiling. The best part about fencing was that he actually couldn't hurt anyone. He hated violence. He knew his way around a sword, of course, but he prefered fencing.

He turned to face the Matt, who had just walked in, while Ryan took his mask off, breathing heavily. They were his personal servants, ever since his last one, an older gentlemen named Bryan had passed away when he was ambushed. He had stumbled back to the castle, proclaiming to have been attacked by ninjas, before he gave his last breath.

It hurt Mark to think about the man who had been his caretaker, so he didn't think about it often. "Prince Mark, the King has summoned you." Matt announced.

"Is he in his chambers?" Mark questioned, de-suiting himself fully. He had given up on requesting them to drop the 'Prince' title a year ago.

"Yes, Prince Mark."

"Wonderful. Thank you, Matthew. You did well today, Ryan." Mark nodded to them both, before going to his room, changing out of his exercise clothes, into his 'casual' wear. He set a brisk pace to get to his father's chambers, knowing that he didn't appreciate being kept waiting.

He didn't bother to knock as he entered; his father would be expecting him. He was met with the sight of his father standing on a pedestal, his personal tailor fluttering around him, holding lengths of measuring tape and sticking needles into the cloth cover the king.

"Is that the suit you're planning on donning for my coronation?" Mark said in way of greeting. He watched as his father twisted his head around, nodding to him before looking back at the grand mirror he stood in front of. Mark stood behind him so that Mark could be easily seen without having to twist around.

"I was planning on using it on your wedding day, actually." Mark's father said, giving his son a small smile. Mark chuckled, a bashful smile on his face.

"Father, we both know that day is most likely far off. It would be better fitting if you wore it for my coronation in three months time." Mark said. His brother, Thomas, was supposed to be given the throne, but he had decided to go off at sea, helping their kingdom with trades and such things, and had told their father to give the throne to Mark, who would be much better suited for the throne than Thomas himself would be.

"Marcus, you need a bethroned before you may take the throne." His father said, voice authoritative as Mark kept his face straight. He hated the name Marcus, and didn't like the idea of having to take a 'bethroned' as his father put it. He was twenty seven, he didn't feel nearly old enough to take the throne, let alone marry.

"Father-"

"Therefor, I will be expecting a wedding before your coronation come the celebration of the new year, or it will be postponed. Am I understood, Marcus?"

"Yes, Father." Mark gulped. The king nodded in dismissal, and Mark left quickly.

Mark had things to do today. Lessons, classes, appointments. He would have to wait until the weekend to think about his predicament. He positioned his head high on his shoulders, though he wanted nothing more than to sit in his room despairing about his predicament. He wanted to marry out of love, if he married at all. He would never find someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with in such a short span of time.