Under a pale light from an old stone window lay the soon to be King Mikkel alongside his tutor and future partner, wrapped in royal red sheets. Their bodies were tangled together in a deep sleep. That was until a voice called from the other side of the door.
"Your majesty?"
Mikkel and Lukas both opened their eyes tiredly and sighed at the sound of the voice.
"Who is it?" Mikkel grumbled.
"Oh! Just me Alvar, the planner!" The excited voice called.
"For the coronation." Lukas reminded.
"Fine, get in here!" Mikkel groaned getting up.
A man holding fabric over his arms came around the corner and paused for a moment when he saw Lukas but then just smiled at the king.
"With the way things are going the coronation will be ready by the middle of next month..... Now, Red, Green, or Blue?" He asked presenting the colours.
"Always Red, and what do you mean the middle of next month, that's so soon?"
"We can hold it off till your requested time your majesty." The man proposed.
"No, that's fine." Lukas sat up. "The sooner the better, right?"
Mikkel looked at Lukas a bit worried but the smaller male looked very sure.
"Thank you Alvar, you may go."
The small man scurried away and Mikkel sighed once more before flopping onto his side. Lukas ran a soft hand over Mikkel's arm and watched over him.
"What's wrong now?" He asked.
"What if we don't find my mother by then?..... She could ruin everything." The Dane stressed.
"You sent your men after her, if we don't find her you can always have guards looking out for her during the coronation." Lukas reminded.
"You're right, You're right..... I just need to focus on the coronation."
Lukas kissed the prince's cheek, the soft peck completely calmed him and he turned onto his back pulling the Norwegian boy in.
"How did I get so lucky to have you."
"You picked me from a line of my brothers and sisters." He reminded.
"Oh yes, good times. Aren't I the greatest at picking what I want?!" The Dane smirked largely.
Lukas pinched the spiky haired man's cheek a little annoyed. "Hey, I'm not a toy off of a shelf."
"No you are not, you're a prince and I am your knight in shining armour!" He sung playfully.
Lukas rolled his eyes and kissed the cocky prince shutting the loud male up.
"You're loud." He said watching the dane go crimson.
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Battle of the Heart
FanfictionWhen the Danish queen decides her son is ready to become a king she tells him he must be tutored. But when Mikkel finds out its not his child hood friend Lukas he is more then disappointed. Mikkel tries his best to sabotage his tutor so that Lukas a...
