❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 18: Perfection

Murdoc has to create an apology that will soothe the aching heart of his lover.

I walked threw the garden, my eyes searching for the tall ears and shocking blue hair. As I made my way through its maze like designs I picked up on the sounds of whimpering sobs. I was met with guilt and felt the pain well up in my chest. I knew those cries and thus I followed them cautiously. Feeling as though I was getting closer I called out his name, which was not the best idea due to me only hearing the movement of bushes and feet hitting the ground.

"Get away from me!" He yelped as he moved. I considered ordering the guards to begin blocking off the exits and corner him; although I figured I should handle this myself. I tracked down the sounds of heavy breathing mixed with harsh hiccups. Stuart was fast and this was becoming a much harder task than anticipated. Finally the noises stopped and I assumed I was close to the rabbit's location. I scanned the area, it was at the willow tree and the rose bushes were in full bloom around it. The gardeners had outdone themselves; the garden was exquisite and gave a sense of serenity in such a world of chaos. The nearby fountain calmly moved and rose petals littered the water, calmly sailing through the motions. The scene was beautiful but the small tufts of blue hair sticking out from behind an apple tree was heart wrenching. Stuart was curled in on himself protectively, like a small puppy who'd been kicked. It was odd to see the lanky limbs so scrunched and tight, he didn't look half his height. He was pressing his face into his knees and his back quivered with each breath. I was confused why he had stopped running but I wasn't going to ask questions. I walked towards him cautiously, "Bluebird?" Stuart didn't move, just sat perfectly still, his shuttering breaths being the only exception.

The rabbit was so sentimental and so loving and what I said surely broke his heart. Stuart was most fearful of my intentions and I only confirmed those fears with sickening words that cut through him like glass. I let the words crawl and bite at him and let them begin to fester in his mind. Stuart was so sincere and took everything to heart, everything. Even when I would joke, his pleading eyes would look for some reasoning for it to really just be a joke. He was so unsure of the relationship and whatever we had I may have just ruined. Stuart didn't know the situation, he didn't know that I was doing it to save him but now he did know the kingdom would look badly upon us. I couldn't lie or reverse that. I kneeled beside him and took him into my arms, he pushed and squirmed against me but eventually gave in and dry heaved against my shoulder. I felt awful listening to the angelic voice break into sniffles and sputtering coughs due to me.

I gently combed my hands through his hair, shushing him and trying to sooth the ache. I pressed my lips to the top of his head; kissing him gently as he grew quieter. Taking a deep breath I was reminded of the first days I was so lucky to wake up with the boy laying beside me. His pearl like skin glimmering in the early morning as the corners of his plush lips would spread into a smile, he knew I liked to watch him in the morning. I loved seeing him at peace and where I couldn't do anything wrong or cause him pain. In his sleep he was as a rose in a case, gorgeous and protected. "I'm' so sorry blue, please, Im sorry" I pleaded, perfume of roses mixing in with the fresh lavender scent in his hair. I knew this wasn't going to make it up to him. I knew this wasn't going to comfort the boy who I had just called worthless. I tucked my fingers underneath his chin and brought his eyes to my own. Stuart's cheeks were blotchy and red and tear streaked, lips quivering and biting at them to make them stop. I laid feathering kisses on his temples and cheeks; I wasn't good at these things. I ruled with an iron fist and didn't apologize for any of my actions but something about this rabbit made me break and become something similar to human.

"Why-y? I love-d you, I trusted-d you" I refused to wince at how he said 'loved' rather than 'love'. I may never be able to fix this disaster.

"Stu, I love you," I pressed a kiss on his cheek, "She was goin' to kill you" I was going to continue but he shook his head,

"No you don't! You wanted her to kill me! To make it a show!" I saw the tears begin to well up again as he pushed against me as if he was an animal in fear of its life. Scratching and tearing away in a frantic motion and I just continued to hold him tightly as he pleaded for me to let him go.

"Stop, Stuart stop," I said sternly trying to get him to relax once more, "I needed her to believe me, fuckin' hell Stuart, Stop" my temper was rising and everything screamed in me to forget about him. I craved him though, I obsessed and wanted to posses every inch of him and to see his smile every morning.

He paused his kicking and moving as he peered up at me again, "You said I have, that I have, a fucked up mouth, my singing, I can't sing? I can't sing even" as Stuart made his own questions; he would answer them in self-doubt. I held him tightly, feeling his quickly beating heart race against my own that felt low and heavy in my chest.

"C'mon, I love you and I didn't bloody mean it, I promise, c'mon ya gotta trust me, just, just trust me?" I didn't like this side of me but it was the only one to provide any reassurance to the boy. I rambled on my love, compliments and how it was all fake. I peppered kisses all over the blue haired boys face and moved him so that he was sitting on my lap. Stuarts thin limbs moved awkwardly before settling on a potion that placed his head on my shoulder. Tears seeped through the fabric laying over my chest but I welcomed the warm distraction. He was finally settling down after what felt like hours of me telling him how perfect he was. He was perfect; he was so innocent and pure. I loved every piece of him and wished to capture it all.

The blue haired boy would constantly ask for reassurance, "Im notta' toy?" he would ask in a shaky voice and I would praise him. I would praise his beauty and his kindness. How he was brave when he needed to be and how he made me feel. I would push kisses onto the top of his head and gently rub his back as he gained little by little confidence. He wanted to go over every piece; every word and it pained me to relive the moment. It was even worse to think that he remembered and carved every word that I said within his mind. The singer was pitiful and made me want to hold him like this forever, to make sure no one, absolutely no one was to touch him or hurt him.

Stu's tears ceased and he looked as if he was asleep, his chest gently rising and falling as the breeze shifted his hair. He was a dream, an absolute piece of perfection. He made me feel alive and so much more. Pure happiness whenever he looked at me and joy whenever he showed that goofy smile.

"We can't be together though, can we?" His words were tender and sounded more as a statement rather than a question. I mulled it over, I didn't want him to cry anymore but I didn't want to lie.

"I will deal with it, you are the one I love and you are the one I will appoint," I confirmed as I watched his cheeks heat warmly. "I am the King and whatever I say goes, the book can sod off." I hugged the boy as the sun warmed us through the openings of the willow. If the council was to disagree with my choice to appoint Stuart than I would cut their entitled and privileged balloted heads clean off. I took this kingdom by force and I was too lead it the same way with Stuart by my side. The rabbit pressed his face into my chest and we sat there, peacefully. It was as if nothing could part us and if we were normal.

It was as if the white queen never raised a war, the people never gossiped and Paula never tried to break into the Monarchy. I was happy with the rabbit sitting on my lap and I was also content. I didn't want anything at this moment but to continue in it; to bask in its sincerity. I knew Stuart was to still think about my words but each day I can prove them wrong. With each day I can prove to him just how much I love him.