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nathanialroyaleTitle: The rockiest and harshest road
Prompt: Assumed Romantic Relationship
Rating: (PG)
Content Notes/Warnings: Nathanial finally asks that one important question of his consort.
Warnings: None I can think of.
Main Character/s: Nathanial Peter Quele Royale, Damion Ante
Plot: Nathanial’s Nathanial finally asks that one important question of his consort.
Location: Illander castle, illander city.
Ahh, Nathanial I knew this day would come. I wished I was better prepared to tell you why, to have an answer you could believe so as not to break your heart. I can see the determination in your eyes, that will full stubbornness and courage that mark you as the amazing young man you are.
“Have you spoken to your Court about this? I am certain the Council would give you an ear full for the very idea.”
Nathanial’s nose wrinkles as he makes a face and he shifts uncomfortably, his small pale hands wringing before him but a resolute look crosses his features. “I have. They got upset like I knew they would, they tried to intimidate me,” shaking his head.
Damion’s brow cocked, “Tried?”
Damion grinned, “Good, the Jharikk have always been level headed unlike the other nobles.”
Nathan nods, “So, most of them calmed down but they still were unimpressed with the idea, but Baron Eisenberg heard me out on why. He supported me and helped write up some agreements...”
“Mmm, and what do these entail?”
“You will have no political power in Camar’a, you will not gain my title upon marriage, and our son will remain a bastard as he was birthed outside of wedlock.”
“Of course, it’s not as if I want political power here,” Damion could not help the little fanged grin, “After all, I have enough to worry about with the assassins’ guild. A Kingdom to worry about too, perish the thought.”
Nathan laughed but his hands had moved to wring behind his back now, “I stood up against the Court and Council Damion, I have never had the strength to do that before. It has not been an easy road; I only regained the throne a few months ago. I am still seen as a child even though the life I have lead, how could I be? But I won’t let them carve out the path of my life; I have let too many people hurt me. Push me and break me, I am afraid but I won’t let that fear rule me. The Council’s backstabbing and lies are not going to make me crumble.”
There was silent strength in Nathanial’s eyes as he spoke this, determination backed with the knowledge that he had lived through far worse and survived. “I am their King, and I want one thing, just one thing in my life for me. When I sacrificed everything to save this Kingdom and its people, I am allowed just one thing for me.”
Damion’s grin slowly changed to a smile, a true smile as he listened to Nathan’s words, the tone of his voice, How much stronger indeed have you become in this last year. I have watched you grow from a frightened child to an extraordinary young man, a young man that beyond my know of why, loves me. But do you have the strength needed for this little King? I am a bastard myself, born to a lowly lord, I am an assassin, but yet not even any assassin, I am the Head Assassin of the Guild, King in my own right and way. I am a two hundred and eight year old vampire. Your court is not going to roll over and take this decision lightly; will you be able to handle the back lash?
“You are already my consort,” Nathan’s fingers reach up and they gently pull out the consort’s choker from beneath the cravat. The stylized blue rose choker that was Nathanial’s symbol.
“But consort’s can be nearly any race or any station, after all, a consort is only a lover, not a husband.”
“But if you do not have any political power then it should not matter...”
“In theory, but the court knows your death is but two years away, what will happen then? Lord Riq’ua holds the throne in trust for Joscelin? They will fear that I will try to cease power regardless Nathanial. Politics is a game of intrigue and distrust, you know this as well as I.”
“Yes...I know,” Nathan rubbed the blue rose with his thumb brows furrowed heavily.
Damion sighs and tries to draw the young man close but Nathan backs away enough to be out of reach, Damion’s brow cocked, “Nathan?”
Hands shaking before him in fists, his black icy blue streaked hair fell into his eyes as he starred at the floor, “I lost Thom, I lost Elhannen, Drefan’s mind is still healing and he left. I am tired of being left behind, I’m so tired of being told someone loves me and they leave me! No more deaths, no more sacrifices.”
His shoulders shook and he looked up through his hair at Damion and he nodded and he moved to kneel before Damion.
“Elhannen said that through everything I had people around me, that I was never alone. But they kept on leaving, dying. I have two years left to live Damion Ante, two years of ruling this Kingdom and trying to get it back on its feet. Two years of time with our son, and trying to be a parent. I have no idea what I am doing, I’m walking blind this path the Gods set out for me but I am not willing to do this alone. Not anymore. I promised Thom I would love again, and I have, I have loved with all my heart three men, and I am wondering now if the last really does love me.”
“You question that?”
Swallowing deeply the young King surged on, “Yes. I question your feelings for me, I question your loyalty! I ask if I am only good enough to be a lover, or am I worthy of being a husband?”
Damn you Nathanial! You had to say it that way, you had to make me stumble and take a second look. If I answer the way I had intended you will say I do not love you when it is completely to the contrary, I love you enough to let you go. But no I know you cannot see it that way.
“Enough please. Damion-,” Nathan’s hand grabbed Damion’s pressing the two rings into Damion’s palm.
“Damion Ante, will you marry me?”
So much for consequences, but perhaps he is right. Two years, only two years until he dies, that is such a short time to someone who has lived over two hundred. And their is that lingering thought that I will regret, if I do not take this opportunity presented to me then years from now I think I will feel deep regret for such a chance wasted. Alright then, let us see how strong you really have become.
“Yes.”
Nathan was up in seconds, his arms flung around Damion to hug him tightly, unable to stop a few joyous tears from tracking, “Thank you Damion!”
Hugging Nathanial to him Damion sighed and nuzzled his hair, “You are right. You only have two years left of life my Angel, so we should try to make them the best you have ever had. Give you more good memories before you pass on and go back to your family. Now where are those moronic documents so I can sign my life away-,” a cheeky grin before he kissed Nathan’s forehead.
“They’re in my study,” Nathan pulled back wiping his eyes and grabbed Damion’s hand to lead him inside.
No you aren’t alone now Nathanial, you just must realise that for yourself. But that, that is the hardest part, you have always loved so strongly, but you could never love yourself.
“For a wedding present,” Damion looked to the shorter male, “You stop taking the harder road, and you let others for once take up that burden and you at least even once. Forgive yourself.”
Nathan looked up to Damion but the vampire continued, “I know what I ask can’t be done right now my love. But someday before you die, you will learn to love yourself and you will stop saying I am sorry. Because none of this, none of this was your fault.”
Nathan bit his lip but he nodded, and Damion smiled, “It won’t be easy, but as you said. You won’t be doing it alone. Were both monsters, we have a lot to forgive ourselves for, so then. We will work on it together, as I have been told married couples should.”
Nathan laughed and he nodded with a small uncertain smile,”Alright...I’ll try.”
“That’s all I ask. Just try.”
The road hasn’t been easy for either of us, and it won’t ever be, but maybe we can make it just that little bit easier...
I always railed against the idea of one accepting so easily and seemingly without question a fate which seemed to lead to nothing but darkness, pain, and an eventual death; true, there were things to be said for shying away from the easiest of paths offered, but that did not mean that one had to take the rockiest and harshest road simply to appease some deities. And now there could be something said to knowing when to back down from that path. When to take life for yourself and allow yourself just once that easier road because life only lasts so long, so grasp it and don’t ever let it go.
Yes, Nathanial, I will be your husband, I will stay at your side until that day comes, when I hold you in my arms and sing to you as you die. I thought to run, to stay away, that doing so would be better for you, but no, too many men who have said they have loved you have left you behind. I will not be another. We’ll face these days together.
Until the end.
Prompt: Assumed Romantic Relationship
Rating: (PG)
Content Notes/Warnings: Nathanial finally asks that one important question of his consort.
Warnings: None I can think of.
Main Character/s: Nathanial Peter Quele Royale, Damion Ante
Plot: Nathanial’s Nathanial finally asks that one important question of his consort.
Location: Illander castle, illander city.
Ahh, Nathanial I knew this day would come. I wished I was better prepared to tell you why, to have an answer you could believe so as not to break your heart. I can see the determination in your eyes, that will full stubbornness and courage that mark you as the amazing young man you are.
“Have you spoken to your Court about this? I am certain the Council would give you an ear full for the very idea.”
Nathanial’s nose wrinkles as he makes a face and he shifts uncomfortably, his small pale hands wringing before him but a resolute look crosses his features. “I have. They got upset like I knew they would, they tried to intimidate me,” shaking his head.
Damion’s brow cocked, “Tried?”
Damion grinned, “Good, the Jharikk have always been level headed unlike the other nobles.”
Nathan nods, “So, most of them calmed down but they still were unimpressed with the idea, but Baron Eisenberg heard me out on why. He supported me and helped write up some agreements...”
“Mmm, and what do these entail?”
“You will have no political power in Camar’a, you will not gain my title upon marriage, and our son will remain a bastard as he was birthed outside of wedlock.”
“Of course, it’s not as if I want political power here,” Damion could not help the little fanged grin, “After all, I have enough to worry about with the assassins’ guild. A Kingdom to worry about too, perish the thought.”
Nathan laughed but his hands had moved to wring behind his back now, “I stood up against the Court and Council Damion, I have never had the strength to do that before. It has not been an easy road; I only regained the throne a few months ago. I am still seen as a child even though the life I have lead, how could I be? But I won’t let them carve out the path of my life; I have let too many people hurt me. Push me and break me, I am afraid but I won’t let that fear rule me. The Council’s backstabbing and lies are not going to make me crumble.”
There was silent strength in Nathanial’s eyes as he spoke this, determination backed with the knowledge that he had lived through far worse and survived. “I am their King, and I want one thing, just one thing in my life for me. When I sacrificed everything to save this Kingdom and its people, I am allowed just one thing for me.”
Damion’s grin slowly changed to a smile, a true smile as he listened to Nathan’s words, the tone of his voice, How much stronger indeed have you become in this last year. I have watched you grow from a frightened child to an extraordinary young man, a young man that beyond my know of why, loves me. But do you have the strength needed for this little King? I am a bastard myself, born to a lowly lord, I am an assassin, but yet not even any assassin, I am the Head Assassin of the Guild, King in my own right and way. I am a two hundred and eight year old vampire. Your court is not going to roll over and take this decision lightly; will you be able to handle the back lash?
“You are already my consort,” Nathan’s fingers reach up and they gently pull out the consort’s choker from beneath the cravat. The stylized blue rose choker that was Nathanial’s symbol.
“But consort’s can be nearly any race or any station, after all, a consort is only a lover, not a husband.”
“But if you do not have any political power then it should not matter...”
“In theory, but the court knows your death is but two years away, what will happen then? Lord Riq’ua holds the throne in trust for Joscelin? They will fear that I will try to cease power regardless Nathanial. Politics is a game of intrigue and distrust, you know this as well as I.”
“Yes...I know,” Nathan rubbed the blue rose with his thumb brows furrowed heavily.
Damion sighs and tries to draw the young man close but Nathan backs away enough to be out of reach, Damion’s brow cocked, “Nathan?”
Hands shaking before him in fists, his black icy blue streaked hair fell into his eyes as he starred at the floor, “I lost Thom, I lost Elhannen, Drefan’s mind is still healing and he left. I am tired of being left behind, I’m so tired of being told someone loves me and they leave me! No more deaths, no more sacrifices.”
His shoulders shook and he looked up through his hair at Damion and he nodded and he moved to kneel before Damion.
“Elhannen said that through everything I had people around me, that I was never alone. But they kept on leaving, dying. I have two years left to live Damion Ante, two years of ruling this Kingdom and trying to get it back on its feet. Two years of time with our son, and trying to be a parent. I have no idea what I am doing, I’m walking blind this path the Gods set out for me but I am not willing to do this alone. Not anymore. I promised Thom I would love again, and I have, I have loved with all my heart three men, and I am wondering now if the last really does love me.”
“You question that?”
Swallowing deeply the young King surged on, “Yes. I question your feelings for me, I question your loyalty! I ask if I am only good enough to be a lover, or am I worthy of being a husband?”
Damn you Nathanial! You had to say it that way, you had to make me stumble and take a second look. If I answer the way I had intended you will say I do not love you when it is completely to the contrary, I love you enough to let you go. But no I know you cannot see it that way.
“Enough please. Damion-,” Nathan’s hand grabbed Damion’s pressing the two rings into Damion’s palm.
“Damion Ante, will you marry me?”
So much for consequences, but perhaps he is right. Two years, only two years until he dies, that is such a short time to someone who has lived over two hundred. And their is that lingering thought that I will regret, if I do not take this opportunity presented to me then years from now I think I will feel deep regret for such a chance wasted. Alright then, let us see how strong you really have become.
“Yes.”
Nathan was up in seconds, his arms flung around Damion to hug him tightly, unable to stop a few joyous tears from tracking, “Thank you Damion!”
Hugging Nathanial to him Damion sighed and nuzzled his hair, “You are right. You only have two years left of life my Angel, so we should try to make them the best you have ever had. Give you more good memories before you pass on and go back to your family. Now where are those moronic documents so I can sign my life away-,” a cheeky grin before he kissed Nathan’s forehead.
“They’re in my study,” Nathan pulled back wiping his eyes and grabbed Damion’s hand to lead him inside.
No you aren’t alone now Nathanial, you just must realise that for yourself. But that, that is the hardest part, you have always loved so strongly, but you could never love yourself.
“For a wedding present,” Damion looked to the shorter male, “You stop taking the harder road, and you let others for once take up that burden and you at least even once. Forgive yourself.”
Nathan looked up to Damion but the vampire continued, “I know what I ask can’t be done right now my love. But someday before you die, you will learn to love yourself and you will stop saying I am sorry. Because none of this, none of this was your fault.”
Nathan bit his lip but he nodded, and Damion smiled, “It won’t be easy, but as you said. You won’t be doing it alone. Were both monsters, we have a lot to forgive ourselves for, so then. We will work on it together, as I have been told married couples should.”
Nathan laughed and he nodded with a small uncertain smile,”Alright...I’ll try.”
“That’s all I ask. Just try.”
The road hasn’t been easy for either of us, and it won’t ever be, but maybe we can make it just that little bit easier...
I always railed against the idea of one accepting so easily and seemingly without question a fate which seemed to lead to nothing but darkness, pain, and an eventual death; true, there were things to be said for shying away from the easiest of paths offered, but that did not mean that one had to take the rockiest and harshest road simply to appease some deities. And now there could be something said to knowing when to back down from that path. When to take life for yourself and allow yourself just once that easier road because life only lasts so long, so grasp it and don’t ever let it go.
Yes, Nathanial, I will be your husband, I will stay at your side until that day comes, when I hold you in my arms and sing to you as you die. I thought to run, to stay away, that doing so would be better for you, but no, too many men who have said they have loved you have left you behind. I will not be another. We’ll face these days together.
Until the end.
