Weight of the Crown { A Leonardo fanfic}

50 Shades of Your Blood

Back at the castle, the crew is discussing how they will find the Triceritons when they get their ship repaired. "How much longer do you think it will take?" April asks, his arms folded. "No rush, Red." Casey grins, tossing his hockey puck up in the air before catching it again. "This place is wicked awesome!" 

"I second that!" Mikey agrees. "Have you tasted their fruit roll-ups? It's like heaven!" Professor Honeycutt shakes his head. "Need I remind you that we are on a tight schedule people. Yes, Lycadia is beautiful, but we still need to stay on track. No, distractions." He points out. "Speaking of distractions," Raph says. "Where the shell is Leo? He's been gone all day."

As is on cue, the sound of laughing and mumbled voices wafted in from the hall. The turtles and their companions make their way out of the room to the hall. They gasp at what they see.

Leo is running. Running from a young girl with a mischevious grin on her face. The blue-banded turtle looks over his shoulder to see the girl as she leaps over him, pulling one of his katanas from their sheath. Leo skids to a stop as the girl flips over him and tackles him to the ground, holding his weapon over his throat, smirking at him. 

Raph's brotherly instincts take over and while his family stares in worry, he dashes forward. 

Grayson grins at Leo, who lays beneath her, his chest heaving. His ocean blue eyes gazing into her deep brown ones. She winks at him as she hears his heartbeat quicken rapidly. Leo is captivated by the girl pinning him down. Her eyes hold mischief and trust. Her hold on his arm firm yet soft. He blinks slowly, feeling himself unconsciously lifting his face closer to hers. 

Suddenly a blunt force of red and green slams into Grayson, knocking her off of Leonardo. The turtle is confused and is frozen in perplexity for a couple of seconds. Grayson is also caught off guard as the muscular, red-masked turtle pinned her to the ground and launched his large fist at her jaw. Raph gets several punches in before he is thrown off the girl and pinned by her. Grayson bares her teeth and whipped out a dagger, pressing it tight to the turtle's neck. 

Blood runs from the girl's mouth, but she ignores the pain. Leo gets up and pulls her arm. "Grayson! Wait, he's my brother!" He shouts. The girl nods but doesn't let the boy under her up. "Leo, you know her?" Raph asks in disbelief. "She was attacking you!" Leo shakes his head. "No, she wasn't."

Grayson stands, sheathing her dagger at her belt. The rest of the crew approaches slowly. "Leo, mind introducing us to this bad chick?" Casey grins, eyeing Grayson with teenage boy eyes. "Right." Leo sighs and gestures to Grayson. "Guys, this is Grayson. Gray, this is my family. Mikey, Donnie, Casey, April, Professor Honeycutt, and you've met, Raphael."

The girl nods, her eyes scanning the group. "Pleasure to meet you." Raphael stands and walks past Grayson, brushing past her roughly. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, young lady." Honeycutt greets. "Nice to see Leo actually making friends," April says, smiling teasingly. 

"I suspect your family does not know who I am?" Grayson says, looking to Leo. He shrugs, his face blushing. "No...." He glances to her and he frowns, his brow creasing in concern. "Grayson, your mouth..." He reaches out to touch her lip but she flinches and he retracts his hand. "I'm fine." She reassures, wiping the blood with her sleeve. 

"Who are you?" Donnie asks, curious. "Well," Grayson smiles a little. "I'm-" 

"Alpha!" A soldier jogs up and bows. "We have found a Rogue leader on the edge of the territory. He is part of the pack that murdered our squadron." The crew is dumbfounded. "Where is he at the moment?" Grayson demands, her demeanour shifting. "In the cells at the moment. We await your command." The girl sets her jaw. "Bring him to the throne room. I will question him." She directs. The young man nods and bows. "Yes, your majesty." He addresses before running off. 

"Duty calls," Grayson says, patting Leo on the shoulder giving him a smile. "Nice to meet you all." She says to the rest of them and leaves for her quarters. 

"Dude." Mikey breathes. "Your girlfriend is the queen?! That's so cool!" Leo is now blushing madly. "She is not my girlfriend, Mikey, she is.....just a friend." He wonders if he is saying that to reassure his family....or himself. 

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The blond man is escorted into the throne room. The natural sunlight blinds him temporarily and he winces. The two guards holding his arms lead him inside, bringing him before the throne. Grayson sits atop the royal seat, toying with a dagger. She has replaced her father's jacket for her royal leather clothing. On one side of her stands Axelia. On the other, Drace, his hand on his sword. 

Grayson seems emotionless. Focused on the weapon in her hand. Drace eyes the man like a vulture would a meal. The young Alpha doesn't look at the traitor as she begins to speak. "You're the one who burned fifty of my warriors alive." She deadpans, lifting her eyes to look at him. It isn't a question. It is an accusation. 

The man lifts his chin. "You're the one who sent  them there to kill us." He counters, his voice strong and daring. Grayson doesn't react, only takes the dagger and places the tip of the blade on the arm of the throne, as she looks at the man without a reaction. 

"Do you have an answer for me? Fenris of the Cloak pack?" Grayson asks, ignoring the man's previous quip. "What if I made you an offer?" He begins. The girl cuts him off roughly. "This is not a negotiation." Beside her, Drace snarls. "Atque cum superme interficere illum."  The words he growls translates in Grayson's head. "Let me kill him and get it over with."

The Alpha raises her hand, silencing the captain of the guard. "You and your pack have separated yourself from the rest of us and constantly raid our food and supplies. To what end?" She asks, gazing at the man somewhat amused. 

The man puffs out his chest in defiance. "We will not be ruled by a pup with no morals or experience." He says confidently. "I will not be under submission of a half-breed mutt." He growls, his eyes turning a bright purple. 

Grayson stands, striding down her throne towards the man. The man holds her gaze defientely. The young queen stops inches from the man. "You've defied my orders. You have lead others astray, raided my supplies and you have killed my warriors." She lifts the dagger to the man's stomach, digging the blade into the flesh slightly, drawing blood. "Have you no remorse?" She asks coldly. 

The man glares down at her with a snarl. "We don't fear you. You are but a child. A Znichar pretending to be a pure, honourable ruler. We know what you really are." He spits. Blood rushes to Grayson's head and her knuckles whiten around the knife handle. "You want to know who I really am?" She whispers, pushing the knife a few inches further into the man's stomach. "I am Grayson Scott. Daughter of the royal-born Lysandra, Alpha of Lycadia. She was my mother and she set the example for me to rule with dignity and justice. I have given you Rogues your second chance. Over and over. Now you have crossed the line."

The man winces as the blade glides out of his skin smoothly, his chest heaving. "Drace," Grayson calls. The young man steps forward and hands Grayson his sword. She steps toward the man again. His eyes flicker a bright blue. "Blood must have blood." She mutters gravely in Lycadian as she runs the sleek silver blade through the Rogue's chest.

Wow....this is just.....wow. Let me know what you think of this chapter! :) And a big thank you to @TheFanficPrincess8 for always voting and commenting. I really appreciate it! :)