Sanders Sides AU//Every Rose Has Its Thorns

And So It Begins...

Roman didn't mean to take over the kingdom and turn everyone into zombies. Well, he did, but not in the way it actually happened.

"You can do better than that!" Roman jeered at a knight in training. He stabbed to the knight's side, watching as he jumped back. Sweat dowsed the men as they fought like their lives depended on it.

"Calm down, fancy pants. Don't over exert yourself. Playing with swords when they are not needed can decrease productivity by a severe amount." Roman glanced at the man who had spoken; standing at the edge of the room.

"Come on Mr. know-it-all, let me have some fun for once." Roman continued.

"I have an actual name you know," He was dressed formally, as he always was. Everyone suspected that he slept in his work clothes. A navy blue tailcoat with an asymmetrical button pattern. Tight but breathable pants were tucked into two slightly heeled boots. His hair was combed back smartly and stayed in impeccable condition throughout the day.

"Yes, Logan, so do I."

"Yes Roman. Now, can you finish your silly sword play and join the king in his throne room. Clean up after your done. You're damp with sweat." Logan pushed his glasses up his nose, and left.

Roman finished the match quickly, disarming his partner and slashing his practise sword across the man's chest. He sniffed his shirt, and came to the conclusion that changing would be a good idea. It was.

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Logan stepped into the throne room. His footsteps were loud and hollow against the shiny marble floor. Early morning sunshine shot through the windows which spanned the two walls. The ceiling, high and slightly curved, produced a slight echo. He took a calculated number of steps, which he had worked out over many days of walking into the room, and bowed. In front of him was a number of slabbed steps, leading up to a throne. The throne was overlooked by stained glass windows, and had space beside it for whoever he wished to stand beside him.

"Your highness, I have relayed your request to your knight," he said, looking up at the throne.

The king laughed. "Logan, how many times have I told you to just call me Thomas?"

"I believe the number is in the hundreds now, sire."

"That sounds about right," King Thomas leaned back in his throne, smiling. A moment of silence passed. Thomas didn't bother asking why Logan always called him by his formal title, as he'd heard the answer before. 'It is simply the logical option,' or 'Because it is your royal title.'

Thomas Sanders, the king of his kingdom, worse a loose ¾ sleeved, white cotton shirt with four pairs of golden buttons bridged with gold strings on his front. He wore tight pants (Well, tighter than what Logan had advised), which bunched up above his boots. A bored expression laid to waste on his face.

The doors creaked open, just enough to let a man in.

Roman sauntered into the room with an aura of bravado. In his slightly off-white knight outfit and the same black boots. The golden decals glittered on his collar and shoulders. Rows of the same golden decorative ribbon connected the space between the buttons on his chest, holding both parts of his shirt together. He combed his fingers through his hair in a subconscious habit to look good. He gave a simple bow and walked to the left side of the throne.

"Good morning, my king."

Thomas threw up his hands in annoyed defeat, laughing. "Seriously, could you just call me Thomas?"

"I'm afraid not, sire."

"I give up then," He sighed.

The doors opened again, drawing the trio's attention.

A luminous smiling figure skipped into the room. Logan adjusted his glasses again, looking down on the man who had entered the room. He wore semi-formal attire. A azure, slightly large on the sleeves, button shirt. He wore simple black trousers, matched with sensible brown lace-up shoes. A short white neck scarf cradled his neck, with a similar but slightly longer piece of white fabric around his waist. His glasses sat comfortably on his face, with no need to be push up.

The king leaned forward on his throne. "Well, how are you today, Patton?"

"Very well thank you," Patton gave a quick, and slightly more enthusiastic than it should've been, bow. "How long until we open the doors?"

"Not very long now."

Patton was like Logan, an advisor, but specialised in foreign relations. Well, relations in general. He had a certain heart and morality that Logan didn't seem to possess. This didn't mean that Logan was incompetent, it simply means that they were not perfect. One was flawes without the other.

Patton walked up and took his place on the right side of the throne, next to Logan. Logan glanced over at his partner, who wiggled his eyebrows. Logan rolled his eyes, but gave a little smile.

Speak of the devil and thou shalt appear, as the saying goes. The bell tower began to peal. The ringing echo throughout the castle. It filled up every room, every corridor, every street. The doors creaked open again, swinging to the walls. A large and messy line of people wandered in.

Such as it was everyday.

Working through the problems was a daily occurance. Slowly but surely, one by one, each problem was solved.

The line dwindled. People carried on. They left to deal with their own agendas. Until there were three nervous women clasping their hands. They each gave a swift curtsey, and went straight to the point.

One stepped forwards, her dress caressing the floor beneath her. "Your majesty, we believe there are scouts surveying the kingdom." She stopped, hesitating.

Thomas leaned forward. "Carry on."

"Well, a man has been spotted on the outskirts of the town, watching the children. Properly dressed but scaring the kids. I -" She hesitated again, "We worry for our children's safety, and the safety of the kingdom."

"I'll get right on it."

Thomas rested his elbows oh his legs and clasped his hands in front of his mouth, breathing warm air onto his skin. Deep in thought. Roman gave a private sneer. He knew what to do. He could do better. Why did this man deserve to be king.

The ladies left and Thomas turned to Logan and Patton. "Send someone to scout it out?" They nodded. Thomas turned back so Roman. "Get a horse and scout out the woods. Report back by nightfall."

"But, Sire, he is your personal guard!" Logan argued.

"He is my most trusted guard. He can manage it. The kingdom will not fall without him here." A seed of guilt planted itself inside Roman's mind. How could he think he could be a better king? Thomas trusted Roman with his life. Roman gave a smile anyway, full of ego and self confidence.

Such is the work of the king, Roman thought, and he knew he wanted to do it. He had always wanted to be king, and being the king's personal guard was the closest thing he could be without royal blood in his veins.

He exited the hall, off to get a horse. 

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Just wanted so say that if people want it, I'll continue writing, and if they don't I wont bother so yea. Enjoy either way.

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