crown me 👑 ts + jb

thirtythree

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Jacob and Troye slept in two different rooms the night the Vatican was at the castle.

It seemed appropriate, asking him to ratify the unity of two men, one of them being a former commoner, was already enough. Having them be seen coming out of the same room would send them both under the knife.

Jacob didnt say anything after the Vatican was escorted out of the throne room. Troye said he has loved him too but it was under the Vatican's eyes it wasnt a moment between the two of them.

Sure, Jacob is probably asking for a lot but in his eyes saying I love you to someone is supposed to be a sacred moment. Not one shared under the eyes of someone else.

"Sir Jacob, Your highness," A servant says. "The Vatican is waiting for you in the throne room."

"Of course," Jacob said and started for the room.

"Jacob wait," Troye said. "You've been avoiding me all morning, I need you to talk to me. I need to know how you feel."

"I told you your highness," Jacob said. "But it wasn't shared... now come on we don't want to keep the Vatican waiting."

Jacob started walking again and Troye followed after. When they got to the throne room they were surprised to see that it was only the Vatican. He was sitting on the throne, his legs were crossed.

Troye and Jacob were scared.

"I've thought over your proposal Troye," The Vatican said. "And I thought about what you said as being king."

He stepped down from the throne and walked over to the two of them. "It will not be easy, many people will want to dethrone a king who wishes to court a man."

"I know sir and I'm ready."

"I know you are or else you wouldnt have asked... your mother would be proud of you, you know?"

"I do sir, I hope I'm making her proud."

The Vatican looked between the two men. It was weird to see them both with a crown on their heads but it didn't feel weird. Honestly the only reason why kings marry is so they can have an heir. Sure they could also do it for land, wealth or protection but it doesn't mean anything without an heir. 

He looked over at Jacob and then over at Troye. "Prince Troye, Sir Bixenman you have my blessing as the Vatican of England." 

Both Troye and Jacob bowed their heads. "Thank you Vatican, it will be a decision you wont regret."

"I know," He says. "We need to get the town center, it's not every day a royal is decapitated."

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Troye Jacob and the Vatican stood on a balcony. Hunter stood facing them, he looked raggedy. He had begun to grow a beard and his hair was over grown. He looked miserable, seemed as if his insides caught up with his outsides. 

"Lord Hunter Harold Mellet," Troye began. "It was found guilty on all count of assassination against the crown. The death of his majesties King Shaun and Queen Laurelle as well as Princess Alexandria and King James."

Jacob gripped the balcony at the mention of Alexandria's name. 

"As well as the attempted assassination of his highness Prince Troye."

The crowd gasped as they begun to whisper amongst themselves. 

"You're sentence for such crimes is a public decapitation," The Vatican said. "Is there anything you wish to say."

"There is actually," Hunter says before turning to the crowd. "Take a good look at this. It will be the last time you see a good ruler. Your young princes wishes to court a man, his knight Jacob. How can you trust someone that has love for man? It's weak and you call himself your prince your-your king. And he's nothing more than a weakling."

He then turned back to face the three of them. Troye looked out at the crowd the were murmuring and point at the two of them. Jacob was a commoner so they knew him and they were shocked to hear such a thing. Troye swallowed before looking back over at the Vatican.

"May god have mercy on you soul." The Vatican said. 

A guard turned Hunter to face the crowd before bending him over and putting him on the chopping block. It was silent not even the wind was making a sound. There was a hooded guard who was sharpening his machete this whole time. He finally stopped and stood besides Hunter. 

And in one fluid motion, Hunter's  head left his body. 

You would think that when a head leaves its body it would be a shower of blood. It wasn't, sure it was bloody and there was indeed a lot of blood but it wasn't intense. Not to sound like a psychopath but Troye was kinda of disappointed. 

When the hooded guard raised Hunter's head Jacob nudged Troye. 

He looked out at the crowd. "Let it be known that an attack against the crown is an attack against my people," He said. "That being said I know that many of you are weary of two men being together."

The Vatican and Jacob look over at Troye.

"I will let it be known right now that if you do not wish to be ruled by two men your are more than welcome to leave. I have several boats lined up around the dock. However if you chose to stay and you plot against us you will be dealt with."

"I do not wish to rule like my father did, I don't want you to quake at the sound of my name. I want to be a kind you are proud of. I will not let my country run lose but I will not allow anything that disrupts the peace of our nation."

He walks over to Jacob and grabs his hand. "This is Sir Jacob Bixenman," Troye says. "Many of you have known him as the jewelry merchant, others as my personal guard. Although in a few short months he will be your king. The Vatican has already given him his blessing and we will rule you all."

It started with one clap and it ended in an uproar. People were cheering and hollering and yelling his name. He had never felt this much love from his people, it was always cowering away or not even making eye contact. 

He could feel the love a thousand times over and it made him happy. He was happy that he these were the people he had gotten to rule, and he was happy to rule them with Jacob.

He was happy.