CW: The f-word, homophobic language. If you are triggered by this, message me so I can summarize it.

Micah waited for the car to pull in, and almost cursed. Konrad was right next to her, wearing the black suit of the guards. His fingers curled up as the car finally parked, and Abigail finally got out and went to the trunk. Coming out of his hiding spot near the white column, he walked up to her fast and placed a hand on her arm. "Abs, I need to talk to you," Micah said quickly. "It's about Konrad."

Abigail jumped when Micah appeared right next to her, making her stop as she pulled out her Chanel bags. "Konrad?" she repeated. "What about him?"

Looking around and not particularly looking at his brother, who came out of the limo, Micah tugged her inside. "Let's go inside to talk, I don't want no one to know."

"Know what?" Abigail was confused. "And I thought I told you to never talk to me ever agai-"

To hell with her rules. To hell with everything else that was bothering him. Konrad was right here, right in front of her damn face, and she still doesn't see it? Well fuck that shit, Micah thought as he pulled Abigail close and kissed her. He heard her little sound of confusion and her hands ready for him to push him away. Instead of just doing that, she pulled him in closer, making that sound turn into a moan. When he pulled back, he braced for her slap.

Instead, the only thing she said was, "Why did you kiss me?"

"Because I still love you."

...eh?

He...he still loved her?

"You...you love me..." that trailed off from her as Abigail grabbed the rest of her bags and closed the trunk. "You still love me? Then why did you cheat on me?"

Rolling his eyes to the heavens and wishing he could just die right then and there, Micah took a deep breath before he looked at her. "Look, Abby, you can not believe me or not. But I still love you, even if I fucked it all up. And I wouldn't be doing this right now if it wasn't for my brother."

"Konrad," she repeated, not really understanding why the hell he was insistent on it. But if it'll calm him down..."Okay," she said calmly. "Let's go to the blue room and have some tea and talk about it."

He nodded, glad that they were getting somewhere. He moved out of the way so she could walk inside the castle, leaving him with his twin brother standing away from him, still as stone, his shaded blue eyes looking down at him. "Keep pretending that you're her bodyguard," Micah growled. "But just like what papa did to you, I'm going to throw you on your ass hard once she's done with you."

Kjarten-or Konrad-mouth quipped with a small smile. "Oh little brother," he said, dropping his voice so it was so low-near a bloody whisper. "You think you can get rid of me from Princess Abigail's side, after everything I've done to make sure she never talks to you again?"

"What are you talking about?"

Konrad grinned as he reached up and shut off his radio near his neck. He took a couple steps forward and grinned down at his brother, chuckling. "Pretending to be you so I could fuck that morsel Octavia, then pretended to be you again to break her heart. Then when mama and papa threw me out and detitled me, well...I changed up and became her bodyguard, to keep watch on her at all times."

Micah's stomach started to twist at his brother's words. "And you didn't give one damn about Maryse when you left or even pretended to be me, did you?"

A short shrug before Konrad walked away. "I did. I love my little sister, always wanted her to be Queen someday. As for you...I only hope your reputation is shattered after everything I've done. Also...I'm still seeing Octavia. She may be with some Emperor, but she still comes running to this dick."

The way his brother talked about Octavia like a thing rather than a person disgusted the hell out of him. How can they be brothers, siblings, after hearing talk like that? "You disgust me," Micah growled, turning around and walking back inside the castle, leaving his twin brother standing there, a smirk on his face.

Abigail was practically pacing in the Blue Room, waiting on Micah to spill his guts about what was going on. Every second he didn't come felt like a second too long, and she want to run out and find his ass, and make him tell her what the fuck was going-

The door opened and Micah hastily walked in, running a hand through his face. "Fuck it, I can't do this anymore-Konrad's your bodyguard. And if you interrupt me, so help me god Abigail, I'm going to scream, so let me finish." he snapped, cutting her off before she could speak or say something. "Konrad has been kicked out of our royal family and stripped of his titles ever since he was found was Octavia, and apparently he's been hiding here for the longest time. I didn't rush to mama or papa like I damn wanted to, because I wanted to see you first and tell you everything. How did you not know that Konrad was here, under your nose-and is sleeping with Octavia anyway?" he asked once he was done, leaving him breathless.

Abigail stared at Micah as if he grew two heads. Konrad...sweet Konrad...was here. In her home. In her kingdom. As her bodyguard.

Fucking the woman she thought took everything away from her-until now.

At first, she didn't want to believe it-in fact, she opened her mouth to say it. But then she closed her mouth and thought about it...and her whole entire body started to shake. "I need to sit down," she murmured, turning to find a seat for her to sit on. With Micah's help, she eased into the sofa and immediately grabbed the cupcake that was sitting on the plate and shoved it in her mouth. When the shakes stopped and her body relaxed again, she grabbed a napkin and sat the cupcake down.

"He's sleeping...with Octavia..." she whispered softly, leaning back. "And he's my bodyguard..."

"I know it's a lot to take in-"

"Damn right it is. How could he bring her here when she destroyed everything?!" she yelled. "How can he just lie to me when I've told him almost everything! How can he...do you even know what name he went under?"

This was the part he knew he was going to hate telling her about-the name. "Kjarten Fevold."

That made her gasp.

She didn't want to believe it-not Kjarten. Not the man that had been her guard for nearly a year now. "You're telling me...that Kjarten is actually Konrad?" she asked slowly. "And he'd been here, in my home, in my kingdom..."

Micah nodded, seeing the tears in Abigail's eyes. "I know...and I'm sorry about that, Abs."

The tears came down anyway as she started to cry. The shit that hit the fan a couple days before Christmas made her head hurt. Hell, it made her heart hurt. But this wasn't supposed to be the Christmas she wanted to remember. She wanted it to be a Christmas she'll never forget. Well, it looks like she'll get that wish granted, thanks to the van der Hoff twins. And on top of that, she had to deal with her grandmother...

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"You are not signing that bill into law, Robert!" Deborah yelled the moment she walked into his office.

Robert ran a hand down his face when his mother walked in, and took a deep breath. He knew he had to keep it a secret from his mother, but how she knew about this law was a shocker to him. "Which one, mother?" he asked, deciding to play stupid. "I sign a whole bunch of bills into law-"

"The ones where those faggots would be able to marry!" she yelled as she plopped down in the chair in front of him. For the first time, he flinched when she used that word. He found himself hating that word, seeing as it hurt his son. He looked up to see Percival standing there, hands curled up into fists, face red. "And then there's one where any royal family can marry any sex they want??? Not when I'm alive!"

"First off mother, they aren't that f-word," he said calmly, refusing to even use that word in front of his son. "They are human beings that deserve everything that they deserve, including being free from all the prejudice and hate. And I would like it if you wouldn't use that kind of language in front of me."

His words had taken Deborah back. "Language?!" she gasped. "What language are you talking about?! I can use whatever word I damn well please!"

"Not in front of my son your not."

Percy's head jerked up, staring at his father as if he grew another head. He couldn't believe that he was actually defending him and trying to stop his grandmother from using that word-he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to leave. He watched as his grandmother turn to look at him, eyes widening a bit, and thus, it looked like his little secret was out.

"Yeah, grandma...I'm gay." he said calmly. "I have a boyfriend who's spending the holidays with me, and I was waiting on the right time-"

Deborah stood up slowly, turning her back to Robert. She went over to Percy and blinked, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh...oh god...my Percival's..." she paused, not knowing if she should say the word or not. "But how would you have children?!" she asked all of a sudden. "How will you carry on the Pershing name if you and this boy get married?"

"I'm not thinking about kids right now," Percy whimpered. "I just wanna be happy, grandma. Can I do that? Please?"

She stood there, the silence almost thickening the air. Robert had just got up, standing a couple feet away from them, in case his mother would do something that would make his son upset. But after a couple seconds later, she walked out the door, her cane clicking on the ground as she barked for someone to take her to her room.

"What just..."

"I think your grandmother needs time to comprehend all of this," Robert said with a sigh. "And when Christmas comes, we might need a drink or two if we're going to get through it all." he placed a hand on Percy's shoulder when the doors burst open again, and Princess Maryse stormed in, tears streaking down her cheeks.

"Princess Maryse...is something wrong?" Robert asked, alarmed that she was in his office right now.

"You got to come and stop them-Micah and Konrad...." she cried. "They're going to kill each other, and I think Abigail's trying to break it apart...please, Your Majesty...help my brother..."

"Did you say Konrad?" Percy repeated, his eyes widening. He knew about Konrad and how wild he was, and how he did so many shitty things when he was prince. "I thought he was excommunicated from the royal family?"

Maryse looked up and nodded. "Of course he is. But he's here as someone else. And he's Abby's bodyguard."

Abigail's bodyguard?!

Both men look at one another. Oh shit...