Kingdoms In Ruling <Jamilton>

Chapter Twenty...Storm Chapter™️/

kinda lame but eh

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\Thomas POV/

I couldn't sleep.

Instead, I was thinking of how stupid his smile was. As I watched the raindrops slide down the window all I could see were his eyes filled with such fire and intensity. Thunder boomed, making me jump, knocking me from my thoughts.

I heard a faint noise down the hall. I had left my door open as soon as I came back from the bar, not even noticing it as I got up slowly, careful not to make noise. Perhaps it was just a guard, perhaps it was an intruder? I didn't care, I was about to find out.

I went down the long hallway silently as thunder clashed again, the same noise from before happening again, louder now that I was closer. It seemed to be coming from Hamiltons room. I wonder what he was doing? The thought of someone breaking into his room, the memory of the smaller man covered in blood and bruises made me step up my pace.

I made it to the door. Lightning struck outside the window to my right, barely heard over the roaring of the rain as it came down, practically pouring. I heard whimpering behind the wooden door, and didn't hesitate to barge in.

Hamilton was on the ground by his bed, huddled with his hands clamped over his ears, eyes screwed shut. The chair he had slept in the night before was across the room, the sheets that were suppose to be on the bed now on the floor. He didn't seem to notice me as I came forward, shutting the door quietly. Thunder could be heard along with Hamilton's muttering, something about people dying?

"Holy shit," I breathed as I kneeled down by him, noticing his trembling and how hard he was breathing. He was having a panic attack. Good thing I knew how to help. I really ought to thank James later.

Alexander practically crumbled into my arms as soon as I wrapped them around him, whimpering and shaking. His mutterings only grew louder, but his shaking began to cease.

I began to hum softly to him, a song once sung to me by my mother whenever I was scared. It was an old french song that calmed me down instantly. I started to sing softly,

"Et si tu n'existais pas
Dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais
Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi
Sans espoir et sans regret
Et si tu n'existais pas
J'essaierais d'inventer l'amour
Lomme un peintre qui voit sousses doigts
Naître les couleurs du jour
Et quińen revient pas."

The words came easily to me, and soon I was overcome with such a strong emotion that I held Alexander tight to me, who ceased shaking, having seemed to calm down. I continued without any thought.

"Et si tu n'existais pas
Dis-moi pour qui j'existerais
Des passantes endormies dans mes bras
Que je n'aimerais jamais
Et si tu n'existais pas
Je ne serais qu'un point de plus
Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va
Je me sentirais perdu
J'aurais besoin de toi."

Alexander was looking at me now, I could feel it. He was half-cradled in my lap, my arms wrapped around him. My thumb rubbed circles into his back to help calm him, which seemed to work. I continued without a second though, vision blurry.

"Et si tu n'existais pas
Dis-moi comment j'existerais
Je pourrais faire semblant d'être moi
Mais je ne serais pas vrai
Et si tu n'existais pas
Je croi que je l'aurais pourquoi
Simplement pour te créer
Et pour te regarder."

I finally looked down at him. Alexander had something unknown shining in his eyes. At first I thought it might've been malice, but that was quickly replaced when the other king murmured a soft 'thank you', barely audible.

I smiled just the slightest at his words, carefully getting up and placing him in his bed, grabbing the covers from the floor and placing them back on the bed neatly. I went to put his chair back when I was stopped short by his fingers curling around my wrist.

"Stay?" I heard him whisper.

I didn't even hesitate. The rain had calmed down to a gentle drizzle, the thunder further away. I climbed into the bed and Alexander immediately curled into me, sighing softly. His hair was ruffled, and I fought the urge to comb it with my fingers. He smelled like honey.

He would regret this in the morning, surely. But, for now, he planned on just basking in the moment.

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/Translation/

Et Si Tu N'existais Pas - Joe Dassin
/And If You Didn't Exist/

And if you didn't exist
Tell me why would I exist
To drag in a world without you
Without hope and without regret
And if you didn't exist
I would try to invent love
Like a painter who sees under his fingers
The colours of the day, born
And can't believe his eyes.
And if you didn't exist
Tell me for whom I would exist
Bypasses asleep in my arms
That I would never love
And if you didn't exist
I would be just an additional point
In this world that comes and goes
I would feel lost
I would need you.
And if you didn't exist
Tell me how would I have existed
I could pretend to be me
But I wouldn't be true
And if you didn't exist
I think I would have found
The secret of life, the why
Simply to create you
and To look at you.

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\Peggy POV/

It was seven-o-clock sharp when I woke up, bright and buzzy as usual. I did my normal daily routine and grabbed the tray of breakfast Eliza had prepared for the king and went on my way, humming softly and fighting the urge to skip. My hair bounced in its ponytail as I bounded down the hall quicky. Creases appeared between my eyebrows as I thought of the thunderstorm that had apparently happened last night; noone saw it coming.

Before I knew it, I was in front of Alex's door. I knocked gently, the tray supported against my hip, whistling just enough for him to hear.

I tilted my head as I got no response. How odd. He was normally up at this time.

I carefully cracked open the door to see what Alex was up to and what I saw could make King's heart melt.

Oh, there they were, the two kings that were on the edge of war, snuggled up together, beams of sunshine rays splayed about the room. A chair was turned over across the room and a stray pillow was on the floor. Thomas must've heard Alex.

I had to suppress a squeal of glee by biting my knuckle, carefully stepping into the room and placing the tray of food on his desk. I couldn't help but notice that Thomas's arm was curled almost protectively around Alex's waist. Alex, meanwhile, was curled up into a ball facing Thomas, head resting against his chest. His fingers twitched every so often as if in a restless dream, but it soon ceased when Thomas snuggled closer into him, thumb moving in circles against his lower back.

Oh, this is too soft, even for me.

I quickly made my way out and shut the door softly before practically sprinting down the halls, unable to contain my glee. I was so gonna tell John about this.

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apologies if I translated all that french shit wrong, i literally looked up 'french love ballads' on google n picked this one out. all the translations here i got from the website. Im taking spanish in school so sksksk bare with me here

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