Game of Empire
Title: Game of Empire
Chapters : No idea
Author: frmdbutterflie
Fandom: ZE:A / others
Rating: ( gets higher in later chapters )
Pairing: SiKwang/ implied HeeWan
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Disclaimer: I don't own ZE:A. Inspired by the genius serie " Game of Thrones" couples with my drunken imagination. I don't own shit.
Foot steps could be heard on the marbled floor of the palace, followed by hundreds more, if not more. Was he ready to meet his own fate ? He wouldn't be so sure as seen as the current situation. Men were dying, burning in the sake of a weak heir which purpose besides power would only be vain ones. He arrived at the heavy wooden door of his pre supposed betrothed one at once, his soft spoken ways unable to speak up any kind of mischief or desire of violence and doom towards his supposed beloved. He cleared his throat carefully, before being introduced into the room as morals and etiquette demanded.
In a sinister creek as gloomy sounding as his fate, the door opened, revealing the rich decorated room, a heavy fancy bed reigning in the middle, like a promise for a somber destiny.
He bowed , his back straight, before speaking up in his clear ,yet low pitched voice as the man he still was in spite of his expected duty.
" You had me called, my Lord ?" he spoke up, standing up back straight, his deep, doe eyes focused on the other man in the room.
" I have, indeed", the other man spoke, before dismissing the rest of the court with a hand.
" Leave" He ordonned ,before standing up and taking a couple steps forward.
The servants left, followed by the same astonishingly loud creaking of the wooden door, leaving the pair alone for the time being.
"I haven't been seeing you around the court for a long time, dearest. Where shall all of your travels have brought you to, besides away from my gaze?" the other ma said, standing proud and straight in front of the other one.
As one might say, Siwan wasn't born for such duties. His family had a reputation, wealth following suite. He was educated, and the Gods had been kind enough to grant him with looks according to his status. The dark hair that had lingered in his genes were coarse and ebony, his skin tone abraded by the moonlight ; fragile looking and white as snow. He had inherited his mother's lips, plump, soft and a dark shade of pink . His face, in a whole would have been more fitted for a female heiress, yet as the Gods demanded, a boy was born ; supposedly the next one on the Swaltz line.
Fighting; though bloods and guts which would easily be acquainted with ; weren't sadly his main interest. He was indeed educated, and even savant : Born with talent, and even genius, the sad strings of his wooden instrument would make a king bow, women coo and his father filled with more pride than a true blooded prince would ever behold.
No, He wasn't indeed ready to give upon his mere talents and beauty for the sake of the Heir of the crown. The man who was standing before him, a coward with less balls than the butcher's boy to gut cows on a daily basis.
The man who was barely a clown to his eyes, only responding to his family's wishes, was no one else than Kwanghee loud and decided to take upon the crown, for the only purpose of salvaging his peers and reign over a Kingdom which wouldn't even respect him.
" Dearest, please step forward and honor my hand with one of these sweet kisses I never fail to appreciate"Kwanghee said, holding out his right hand on which gold and jewels wee sparkling under the late afternoon's light. Siwan stepped up and bowed again, his shaky hand reaching for the ultimate Lord's hand, his eyes never leaving the other one's.
"Pardon me my lord for I have failed my duty to serve you at any moment. Yet you're aware more than anybody else in this---in YOUR realm that the war which break during yesterday's dawn shall affect me, my dear brother being left alone with his troups in this ..."
"Enough talking. Kiss" the King ordered ,pressing his knuckles to Siwan's shivering, soft lips. Siwan could only obey and kiss the demanding hand, before standing back up straight.
"Would you be kind enough to share this delicious wine I've been offered by the Westerns earlier this week ? This nectar is poison to the soul, yet shall I promise you it won't disturb anything in your insides. I have myself tasted in on several occasions, and it shall deliver you from those disturbingly good manners your people taught you throughout your life." The King said, before moving onto the small golden table supporting two fine glasses and a jar filled with a dark purple juice. Siwan only bowed, and followed the King, standing before the table and holding up one of the glasses which the King had already filled with wine, before serving himself.
" I am well aware or the discharge outside and it's abundance of agony. This is not the purpose of our meeting, my dearest Swan. You know indeed I am quite enamored with your ways, and those insolent, gorgeous features you wear with such a disgusting pride. It hurts my self-esteem to think so much about your well being, but the heart is weak ,and so are you for thinking about your brother so much. Heechul is a thief,a liar, a traitor to the crown. I shall have him beheaded if he weren't promised to my sweet, darling sister already. May he give her inheritance and loyalty as he never gave to my family" he barked, before downing his share of wine, and serving himself some more.
" My burning behavior shall not betray my intentions towards you, though. As close as I am to absolute power as I am to your heart, I shan't digress on your brother's inability to bring me any kind of sympathy. Drink up!" he ordered; Siwan shall only obey, and thus drink his heart's content, which was at that mere moment filled with hatred and pain, hatred for the man before him he was supposed to honor and obey for the rest of his life.
" You're a good boy...A good boy and such a delicacy to observe. Has your mother been a witch I wouldn't be surprised, her giving you these looks which drive my sanity to a point I shan't reveal.Com closer dearest." he said, raisnig a hand in Siwan's diction.
Siwan finished his glass quickly, before putting it back in it's place and walking forward until his chest was merely inches from the King's. Suddenly, his chin was tilted upward, held tightly between forceful fingers.
" Oh have I heard of your brother's treason to our blood,and even to yours. As disgusting ans twisted as your little relationship might seem, I behold a power mightier than his own. He shall remain mine as much as you are,even if he's be fucking my dear Sohee in hopes for heirs. His blood is as tainted as yours, but as much as I do know,you're only a face,a mere presence, for I have chosen the womb to give us the proper princes and princesses to reign after I decease in a very, very long time. So you're going to be a good boy and do as I say . Unburden this hell of a body you've got in order to honor your King ' Kanghee snapped, before releasing the poor boy's chin.
Siwan could only bite back his tears and do as he was told; because power was indeed power, and he didn't yet know that not only his god given body, but also Mind, could bring his betrothed King to a downfall misery. Not just yet.