mindcracklove | Royal Chpt. 4: Giving Up Everything

He's giving up everything, except maybe he won't.

Zisteau stepped out of the portal and into a beautiful looking world. He was on a grassy hill top that overlooked a beautiful kingdom. The flags were flowing in the wind, their blue and red colors contrasting greatly to the beautiful green landscape.

He made his way down to the main gates, the draw bridge down, allowing access to the outside world and vis versa.

He made his way through the village that surrounded the castle. It was beautiful and amazing. All the people smiling and waving kindly to him as he passed.

He made it to the castle entrance, though he was instantly being stopped by guards.

"Where do you think your going?" The first of the two asked.

"To see Kurt...." Zisteau inquired "prince Kurt"

"That's King Kurt and not just anyone can just waltz in and speak with him."

"But... I... I need to see him..."

"And why would that be?"

"I just do...."

"And how do you know the king?"

"I'm a close friend of his."

"Riiight, sure you are." The guard says sarcastically

"I am!" Zisteau protests

"Alright, lets head into the castle, maybe you'll like a visit to the dungeon. it's nice en cozy there"

Zisteau gulped as the two guards roughly grabbed his arms, leading him through the gates.

"What do you think your doing?" Another guard asks, seeing the group from further down the hall.

"Taking him to the dungeon"

"For what?"

"Trying to make entrance to the castle"

"Take this matter to the king first."

"Aye"

The two guards change course and head towards a doorway.

One guard heads into the room, leaving the other to keep Zisteau captive.

"Your majesty" The guard said after entering the room and curtsying.

"Yes?"

"We have a matter we'd like to bring to your attention."

Kurt sits up a little bit, looking intent to take care of the problem.

"And, what would the problem be?"

The guard motions for the other to bring Zisteau into the large throne room.

A wave of emotions hit Kurt as Zisteau is brought in, being held by a guard, who roughly shoved him down onto his knees.

Kurt kept his composure though, trying to act like a proper king.

"This man tried to enter the castle without reason. what should we do?"

Kurt locked eyes with Zisteau, seeing how tired and sad he looked, made his heart ache.

"Leave us." Kurt says, waving the guards off.

"Are you sure, your majesty?"

"Yes. Leave us."

The guards curtsy and leave.

Kurt was instantly on his feet, running over to Zisteau and pulling him to his feet, bringing him into a bruising kiss.

Once the two parted, they were both panting, their lips tingling. They held each other close, unwilling to let the other go quiet yet.

"What... what are you doing here... Zisteau?" Kurt asks, finally breaking the tension filled silence that had hung in the air.

"I-I couldn't stand being away from you"

Zisteau brings Kurt into another kiss, not wanting to be apart from Kurt at all.

Kurt reluctantly pulls away

"We can't do this Zisteau. I can't."

"Kurt.... please Kurt."

"Z. I'm so sorry. It's not aloud in the kingdom."

"So! your the king, you could make that change."

"I could... but..."

"What?" Zisteau asks, his heart dropping more and more by the second.

"I'm getting married soon."

"What?!?!?"

"An arranged marriage."

"Kurt..." Zisteau's heart broke, hearing the news.

"I'm sorry Zisteau. It breaks my heart, it really does. But, I have to be the king, a good king."

"Why couldn't I be by your side then. I don't understand!"

"Because, we can't... well uh... we can't... have children...."

"Why does that matter?"

"So there will be someone to take over when... you know..."

"So... your just going to leave me? after everything?"

Kurt had tears running down his face as he finally faced the truth. He really had to leave Zisteau. He really had to leave his whole life behind.

"I have to Z.... for my kingdom."

Zisteau felt broken. He was loosing his lover. He was loosing one of the only things he ever cared about.

"F-Fine!" Zisteau shouts, turning and running from the room.

The guards come into the large throne room, looking startled and worried.

Kurt collapses on the throne, feeling drained, broken, tears still running down his face.

What a king I am, Kurt thought to himself.

"Who was that your majesty?" One of the guards asks

"An old friend...." Kurt says, unable to focus, tears still running down his cheeks.