❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 2: The Meeting

Flashback to the meeting of Murdoc and Stuart.

Enjoy~

Stuart was sprinting through the fields, breath heavy in his chest, legs burning and eyes watering from the constant grass hitting his face. It was too dark to see where he was going but hearing the howling barks behind him indicated that the dogs wouldn't stop till Stuarts ears were between their jaws. Suddenly his whole body was placed into a complete halt by large wall of thorns. He could feel the warmth of blood running down to his chin and his arms being torn up from each movement against the wall. He wasn't going to be able to get through or climb, resorting to digging underneath. Tearing into the ground below he found himself squirming through the soil and roots. Alarmed by the dogs yipping and howling at the hole. Once reaching the other side he breathed deeply, welcoming the fresh air and coughing the dust out of his lungs. He climbed out of the tunnel and looked for a clue on his surroundings, only being met with more rose bushes. He could barely see the lit up lights on the tall building before him. Eyes still filled with dirt and watering he assumed he had turned up on the white queen's land. Limbs aching he moved further into what seemed to be a garden, finally finding a safe distance away from the hole and the creatures who persisted after him. Chest heaving he laid down, suddenly overcome by the exhaustion and pleas from his arms and legs to rest. Soon he was in another land, one that only resided in his mind.

Stuart was fast asleep until a small critter sniffed at his face, making small puffs over the rabbits azure eyelashes and freckles. It didn't take long for the rabbit to discover that he was not in his home nor was he alone. Springing to life he starred at creature, only to be met with two beady eyes and a long snout. The small hedgehog who lost interest and toddled along, leaving the bewildered hare to himself. Catching his breath Stuart looked around and was met with a sherbet colored sunrise, one that relaxed his racing mind. Bringing a hand to his face, he winced at the slight feel of his fingertips gazing his wound from the night before. Looking around his body, he found that it wasn't the only wound he suffered from and that his arms and once intact clothing were littered with scraps and cuts. This wasn't the first time the blue boy has gotten himself into trouble but this is a first for being lost. Although there were no hounds around so his surrounding were put to the back of his mind and more concerning ones lifted to the front. He searched around the garden carefully, singing a small tune that his mother once sung to him "Love forever, love has freely turned forever you and me..."

Finding a small fountain that was eerily painted in a bloody red he began to rinse off, continuing with different songs as he did so. Only stopping when feeling a tip of a blade press into the nape of his neck and a gruff voice speaking behind him.

"A shame such a pretty voice is within' sucha' ugly color, eh?"

Stuart froze, eyes wide and ears pinned to the sides of head. He knew this voice, he knew these colors and he knew these flowers. It hit him like a horses hoof and he cursed himself for not realizing the signs earlier. They all belonged to the King of Hearts. The vicious ruler who kept a mote of heads he had dropped a blade onto, one being the former ruler. He didn't speak, he could only feel his lips part in effort to but his body would not move.

"Why don't ye' turn around so I can have a look at me' new pet"

Stuart felt the blade lower and looked over his shoulder at the man who blocked the once calming sunrise. He was standing with the blade presented to his side; the strong hand that grasped it was littered with rings and bands of nobility. His red cape reached past his black leather boots and then some. The Kings mismatched eyes were filled with something Stuart couldn't name, something lustful or sinister. Maybe both? He shivered and turned around completely, water trailing down his face and on the tips of his hair where he cleaned his cut. The blue rabbit was still processing the last sentence with the mouth filled with sharp teeth opened again, "How 'bout I clean ya' up an let ya' stay here rodent? In trade for entertainment services"

Stuart looked at the man puzzled but only nodded earning a yank from the collar of his shirt and to his feet. The King purred with delight

"Perrrfect, lets get ya' into something less filthy and more fitting"