Kingdom of the wanteds (( UsUk ))

IV

IV

Arthur's eyes snapped open, startled by this. The crowd started up again, speaking in hurried whispers. Many of the people around Arthur were shooting glares at the young man. Arthur shakily stood. He wasn't sure he liked all this attention. This was a good thing, right? Arthur had been chosen for Alfred. His dream come true. However, instead of leaping up with joy, Arthur looked uneasy. He couldn't distinguish why he felt this way.

Maybe it was only the nerve-racking silence from the crowd that made him feel so uneasy. Whatever it was, Arthur quickly shook it off. Six palace guards moved in to escort him straight to the palace so he could prepare for the kingdom feast. Alfred was absolutely awestruck. He obviously seemed very excited by this and darted off to be with his love. Alfred hadn't felt the unease. Maybe it was all in Arthurs head.

Alfred was soon able to catch the escort and moved in beside Arthur. Arthur jumped and nearly screamed while Alfred laughed, slinging his arm around Alfred's waist. "Tonight my queen, we feast!" He said in a mocking deep voice. Arthur relaxed slightly and smiled half heartedly. The strange feeling hung over Arthur's chest like a weight of heavy guilt. "Tonight we feast indeed, my king." He smiled wider, forcing the weird feeling from his mind. Once in the palace, Alfred dismissed the guards. Grinning sincerely, he led Arthur by the hand to a dressing room near the tailors quarters.

"Go ahead and try something on. You gotta look snazzy if you want to impress my mommy and daddy." He said, laying a gentle kiss on Arthur's cheek. Arthur turned a bright pink. "I'll try, but there might but be anything that fits.. It was on a short notice after all." Arthur mumbled with a sigh.

"Oh? I bet that a nice d-"

"Don't you dare say it."

"Dress shirt Arthur. A shirt. Not a skirt."

Alfred chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender. He was now standing in the doorway of the dressing room. "..Oh. Well, I'm still going to point out that a 'she-male' is nonexistent. Don't make up words, you git." Arthur smiled warmly. Alfred just looked confused. "A git? What's that? Is it food?" Arthur couldn't stop himself from laughing at this.

For once today he felt normal again. Normal meaning not uneasy about being caught in an illegal love that could've ended in death. "Sure Alfred. It's a food." Alfred smiled and cocked his head. "No. You can't have any." Alfred then poured teasingly. "Just get dressed. And try to look decent." he rested his hand on the doorknob. "I'll be right outside the room."

Arthur nodded and turned to thumb through the outfits that had been laid out for him based on expectation. Most of the clothing pieces were designed for women. He sighed and walked away from the bunch of mismatched clothing. "I wonder if what I have on will do... Probably not.." Arthur muttered, looking over his rather plain outfit. He approached the door, turning the knob.

"Alfred? I can't find much of anything for a man." Alfred sighed, having been reading a letter. "That's a problem..well, let me get our best tailor. Maybe he has something in your size already made. I'll talk to him about it. In the meantime, I'll get a maid to draw you a bath."

Arthur blinked and tensed his shoulders. "Is that really alright..?" He shifted uncomfortably, not feeling quite alright with someone going out of their way for him. "Yeah. He's only the finest."

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Arthur slowly sunk back into the silky water. He relaxed, trying to enjoy himself. Only, he couldn't quite completely relax. There had been something bugging him since the reading. How were the results even possible? He was an unwanted. He had the black spade mark to prove it. So How was reality bending so easily for him?

He gently ran his left hand over his birthmark on the right side of his ribcage. Honestly, this was a miracle. If was true bliss to him. But at the same time he was cursing this outcome, as he could feel that something was quite unjust. He feared for the safety of Alfred and the kingdom.

He focused, trying to clear his mind. After all, as the next queen, he'd need to be able to clear his head. He shelved the nerve-racking thoughts and tried his best to ease himself.

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When he returned to the room to change, he found himself struck with awe. In the room stood Alfred and who Arthur assumed to be the tailor. The tailor had set out his amazing creation on the bed. Arthur's jaw set agape. The suit prepared was silken, decorated in a beautiful fur neck outline. The suit portrayed the colors of the kingdom proudly. Blue silk coveted the inner of the amazing tailcoat. The outside etched into a darker blue, folding over into purple flaps in the front.

The coats length rolled down to Arthur's knees with beautiful stitching patterns of the deepest blue at the edge of the bottom. The coats cuffs were rolled up, beating held by a royal purple button. The trousers for the outfit were a solid black with only the finest stitching holding it together.

Up the sleeves of the cost to the shoulder were small, black spades sewed perfectly into the cloth. To match the outfit was a pair of white, silk gloved decorated with spades at the edge near the wrist ends.

Set just above the coat was an adorable mini tophst with a deep blue ribbon and black veil. Arthur blinked in disbelief as he neared the bed. Alfred grinned goofily, wrapping his arms tightly around Arthur's shoulders to pull him into a hug.

"H-How on earth did he..." Arthur eased back on Al, still looking shocked. "It's like I said Iggy. He's one of the finest." Arthur paused.

"Don't call me that."

"But Iggyyyy!"

"No. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to change."

Alfred laughed, letting Arthur slip from his grasp. "Alright, I'll be waiting. Let's go Bert." Alfred and the tailor left the room. Arthur gently scooped up the lovely attire that had been laid out for him and carefully examined the designs. "Wow.." He then carefully changed, making sure not to move around too much. His eye caught the spade design in the edge of the glove. He sighed. It almost felt as if this was a way to mock him. The black spade was his unwanted symbol. He was probably just paranoid.

He looked himself over in the full body mirror hanging on the door and smiled sadly. "Well...here goes nothing."