A Prince Has Got to Slay

Prologue: The East Coast

👑Edited (thanks -JustAnEditor-)👑

Roman Sanders was the Crown Prince Of the Kingdom Of Rome. To specify, he was Roman Miguel-Henry Sanders the Third. Rome was the coastal Kingdom Of the Quattour Regna Alliance between Galactica, Serendipity, Transylvania, and Rome. These four Kingdoms make up the entirety of the continent Orbis. Everything was perfect in our favorite Narcassistic King's Life. He had maids and butlers to serve him, battalions Of 5,000 men women, and non-binary warriors up his sleeves, and his people were the happiest as well as economically stable. That's to be expected of the coastal Kingdom, stretching across the entire east of their continent. The kingdom's culture had many celebrations, dances, songs, and stories. The Kingdom was bilingual and barely had any homeless or people in poverty. Everything seemed perfect in this Mary Sue kingdom.

"Sire, your father wishes to speak with you. He says it's dire."

Valerie Torres-Rosario, one of Roman's favorite of the castle staff, entered his chambers with a tray of tea and her normal warm smile. She may be but a maid, but she is one of the strongest women he has known. She doesn't allow anyone to talk down of her and acted like a mother when Roman's own was nothing but a demure trophy wife. She was the most positive female role model in his life, and she had inspired him so much within his life. Roman got up from polishing his precious katana, legendary and sacred to the Kingdom Of Rome. It's was called Granate Rubí, however people only speak the blade's name when telling the legend of Orbis. Roman seethed his sword back into his scabbard and flashed Valerie a warm yet overly confident smile.

"Tell him I'll be right there, I'm going to need a minute to get into character before seeing him."

Valerie snickered, getting the joke, before returning to the serious and stoic persona and leaving the room. Outside of this room, everybody is stoic and formal. King Roman Sanders, not the protagonist of this fantasy kingdom AU book, believed in organization and strict rules. Roman had different ideals than he. It was because of Roman that the Third Golden Age Of Renaissance even started. Roman planned on continuing this golden age and spreading his ideals upon the kingdom when he became the lead monarch. However, that is not happening any time soon. For now he must play the role of the Good Boy son to appease his father. After a few deep breaths Roman calmed his expression into an rbf and left the room. Whilst walking through the halls, one of the page 'boys' caught up to him and began walking by his side.

"Yo Roman, I can promise you that your Father called you down for a damn good reason. I've heard awful rumors, ya know, about the continent East of us. Rumor has it they're sending an armada to try and conquer the entire continent!"

Roman couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh at his non-binary pal. This was Joan. Roman found them an orphan abandoned during a street fair and he took the, in and give the, a job in the castle. Of course, that was about a decade ago. They've become the best of friends, attached at the hip. Joan had their ways of knowing the rumors and networking around here, but Roman never dared ask how. He was too scared to ask. It's not like he would ever admit to being scared of knowing Joan's ways or what they do after hours. But a Kingdom after Orbis? Not just Rome or any of the other Kingdoms in the Quattour Regna alliance, but the entirety of Orbis? Even after Rome's unbreakable army they still had three more countries with fighters and different skills to fight. Well, two. Serendipity doesn't count. It's simply impossible to taken over the entirety of Orbis.

"An armada from the East? You have to be pulling my leg Joan. I'm sure father wants to give me an earful on diplomacy and elegance after the guards catching me flirting with the people in the square a week ago. I'm sure one of them snitched on me. No big deal."

Roma brushed it off like it was nothing. He's always getting in trouble with Father for the little things, mainly not acting like a Prince. Surely this was no exception. Meanwhile Joan was visibly nervous. Roman's reassurance didn't help his non-binary friend at all. Sooner than he'd like, he stood in front of the large doors leading into the King's Throne room. He bid Joan goodbye before entering the room. Maids and Butlers lined up nicely and neatly in a straight line making a path for Roman to walk up to the King and Queen. It was so packed they were almost like Slaves rather than Servents. He despised it. Roman spotted Valerie standing behind his mother. Her face seemed older and more somber than normal. Roman disregarded that detail.

"Son."

The deep voice boomed through the entire room. The deep voice belonging to Roman Michael Sanders the Second. The voice belonging to the King of Rome. Roman pretended to be surprised by the sudden loud voice or falter from his stoic and "professional" expression. The best way to appease your father and wait for him to crown you king is to kiss his ass, right? Roman walked before him and got on one knee, bowing before him. Even with family he couldn't be casual. His father was a weird one.

"Yes, Father."

Roman didn't get up, but he kept his posture straight (well, as straight as he could since he's gay) and looked into the cold dead eyes of the man who had partial credit in his birth. He felt the eyes of all the servents on him, but it did not bother him at all. There was silence except for the faint echo of breathing off the walls. Roman waited for his father's to scold him or chew him out again, in which he will respond with an apology and leave. Roman made quick eye contact with Valerie, who shook her head subtly. Nobody could tell she was moving except Roman. She made hand gesture by her side: a thumbs down. Joan was right about one thing, this wasn't just him getting into trouble again. Roman felt his blood go cold as his attention went back to his father. It must have been apparent on his face that he realized the severity of the situation... for once.

"I can see you've heard the news somehow. I will have to take care of a rat after this... There is an armada of troops from the East coming to our shorelines. Our coastguard has anticipated their arrival around Broadway City. You are to lead troops to stabilize these troops and force them into surrender. I want this treat gone to eliminate panic. Take as many battalions as you believe necessary. Don't mess this up."

Just like that, the king waved off his own son to do whatever with his orders. Roman stood up and turned around to leave, trying not to be hung up by the bad thoughts flooding through his head. No, he must shake them off and be brave. Cowardice is unacceptable in a Prince. Valerie faltered, stopping herself from running after him. Nobody noticed her sought foot shift. The second after he left the room and closed the door behind him, Joan rushed up to him. Good. Roman needs to get him out of here before Father finds them out and kills them. Roman didn't say a word. He just grabbed their wrist and started taking them away.

"What the- where's the fire pretty boy? You taking me to Broadway or something?"

That's exactly what he was doing. He had to gather a battalion or two and head up to Broadway. Roman was pissed off that this all was actually happening. That anger and frustration was hiding a tiny fear deep within his heart. He needs to take Valerie with him so that he can protect her. So many things were racing through his mind all at once that he couldn't say much more than:

"Shut up and follow my lead."

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~Eva