Renounce your Title (FVK/Keveridge Fanfiction)

Renounce your Title

((A/N: I own nothing! :) Grandomina is Laurence's creation. I own the storyline in this fic and thats it. Enjoy <3 ))

The streets of Grandomina were isolated. Rats were the sole occupant of the city's walkways- there were no Mechaniwhores in sight, and Grandomina's women of the night were nowhere to be found.

Unless you lived in the Palace, or you had royal connections. 

King Hugo Hux was throwing a spectacular celebration, and had invited a huge selection of women and the upper class of Grandomina to it. However, there was a specific reason for this huge party. It wasn't just a usual bash. Each and every palace celebration was ridiculously lavish, yet this one was even more so.

People danced in lines and tight knitted groups. Grandomina's finest flurried around by the many drinks tables, happy to be able to rub elbows with Grandomina's royalty.

For today was the Prince's birthday. The Prince himself was standing awkwardly in the corner, feeling embarrassed at the fact that this was all for him. He enjoyed a good party, but he was feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"Princey, my boy!" The King bellowed, as he stumbled drunkenly over to the ebony haired boy. Princey cringed internally as the King threw an arm around him, disgusted by the smell on the King's breath. However, he smiled, and nodded.

"Good evening, Your Grace. May I thank you for such a prestigious party," Princey replied, clutcing onto his glass of absinthe.

"Princey, my good lad, it's the least I can do! Look, I got a few mechaniwhores in for your birthday present, but first! The announcement!"

"Announceme-" The Prince began. His words were cut off by the King dragging him from his corner of the room. The blue suited boy followed the King through hordes of women and the upper class of Grandomina. He offered small smiles as heavily made up whores reached out to touch him, to feel him- they just wanted to boast that they'd touched the Prince. It was clear by the looks in some of their eyes that most of them wanted more. Regardless, they lapped up Princey's few smiles and words of greeting.

The Prince weaved around a few tables, taking a few moments to admire the grandeur of the Palace. Lush decorations, high ceilings, expensive furniture. Images of the Hux family overpowering the Vane family on the ceiling.. A famous victory that flourished after a famous rivalry. One that Princey had only just learnt about. There was so much he didn't remember.. Who was he? He hated being referred to as 'The Prince', but it stuck. For some reason, he remembered the name Laurence, but he kept it quiet around his wealthy peers. For all he knew, it could come from memories of a dark past. This past might have involved angering the Hux family.

It was best that he kept it quiet.

Laurence's reverie was interrupted by the King dragging him onto the balcony. Once again, it was way too lavish. The railings were encrusted with gold, and it overlooked the entire party, as though they were above the entire party. In terms of social standing, Laurence assumed that was true. In terms of morals, he wasn't sure. 

He'd killed men. Or so he'd been told. He was a monster. The King wasn't exactly a saint, either. However, while the King lacked any sense of morals, Laurence didn't. He liked to drink, but he respected people. He wasn't one to feast on innocent people, or to engage in huge sex sessions. He also hated the fact that he was.. Well, he still hadn't come to terms with it. 

"PEOPLE OF GRANDOMINA!" The King bellowed from the top of the balcony, while gesturing manically for everybody to cease in their chatter.

'As if they wouldn't anyway, it's the god damn King,' Princey thought, as the entire party ground to a standstill. 

"People of Grandomina, you have been invited to attend your Prince's birthday! Now, he can't remember his actual birthday, but I was in the mood for a party!" The King's big booming laugh filled  the hall, the sound resonating off each and every wall. A few nervous titters sounded from the audience.

"So i want you to give him the time of his life! I'm talking to you, ladies! However, save a few for me, eh?" The King roared. The guests didn't respond for a moment, but when they did, they began to clap. It was really the only way to deal with the King. Applaud him, worship him, put him on a pedestal. That was how it worked in Grandomina. Suck up to those of a higher standing before they prey on you.

With that, Laurence dusted the dirt off his jacket and dived in to his party.

~~

The palace's residents and the partygoers were oblivious to the screaming. Screams of agony and cries of pain were coming from an alley, a few blocks away from the Palace.

A young, brown haired girl lay sobbing on the floor, her head being cradled by a young, stricken looking boy. His fringe was bright red, and his black suit was stained with flecks of white dust. He wore heavy eyeliner, and had been on his way to the Palace when this had happened. 

The two were on their way to the palace when the girl had stopped. She'd dropped her handbag , and had gone back to look for  it. Her brother had foolishly agreed to wait for her in their current location, assuming that she'd been safe.

Her screams of agony and cries for help alerted him to a problem. The older boy dashed after her, calling out her name frantically.

"Liss? Melissa? Where are you?" He yelled, almost tripping over a body on the floor. It was her. He fell to his knees, cradling her head in his arms. There were two holes in her neck, and her face was ashen. A vampire attack. 

"Kier, I, I," Melissa cried, as she felt her life beginning to draw to an end. "Help me," She wailed as Kier frantically held his sleeve against the fang marks on her neck. Oh, if only he had accompanied her..

"Ssh, ssh, Lissa," Kier panicked, applying pressure to the wound on her neck. "Its gonna be okay!" He cried, as he held his dying sister in his arms. God, he hated this city..

"Kier, I can't.. I love you.. Please never.. Never get involved with the King.. Don't get in with the vampires, find love, stay alive," She spoke weakly, as her vision began to fog.

The last words she heard came from Kier.

"I promise."

((A/N: Hope you're liking my Grandomina fic! Hopefully it'll go okay, points if you can guess which ship its going to be! Comments and votes appreciated <3 ))