Sitting on his throne, Bill looked down at the slave. Watching him pleading for his life was amusing, but Bill was to tired to deal with him.

Sighing heavily, Bill raised his hand," give him his freedom, I can't deal with this now— just get out of my sight," his words cold and heartless.

His mind was clouded with the dreading the thought of his damned wedding with a woman he'd only a few times as a child, but that didn't mean anything.

As the only son and air to the throne, it was his job. To be married to a woman that suited the title, to have have at least 3 children to succeed him once held dead. If only at least one of his sisters turned out to be a boy, then he'd be able to disappear without anyone worrying, without anyone carrying, but fate, this cruel reality had him be the only one to suffer as he grow older.

Growing up with 7 sisters, he had learned to think like them. How cruel his second could be, to how manipulating the youngest was. It was because of his sisters that made him into a heartless person that could easily manipulate people like puppets to his every will.

"Your highness, it is time to get ready for your wedding," the webbing planner spoke— snapping him out of his thoughts.

Sighing heavily, Bill rubbed his eyes,"fine," he huffed out, standing from throne that will soon be his. "You have 4 hours to do whatever you have to do to this place, I'll be getting ready," he sighed walking up to his room.

"But—but my prince, you must stay to—"

"Shut it! I'm going," he yelled as he continued to walk.

The hell he was going to have to go through once the throne was his, bothered him, it stressed him. More people telling him what to do and complaining about their problems.yes it was the job of a king, but it wasn't his life, it was never his life, and now this sudden illness of his mother, who was the one from keeping the kingdom from falling apart after his father dead was also slowly dying. She didn't even like Bill, she hated him with an overwhelming passion. If it wasn't written in his father's will, he'd been been even close to that throne.

Sitting on his bed, Bill was thinking of his last few hours of his freedom before being married to a woman and running a kingdom—

"Bill?" A soft voice came from the creaking door closing.

Looking up from his tired daze, his eyes met with a familiar kind eyes. A soft smile pulled on his lips as a sigh of relief left his lips. "Come here," he said calmly, his stress leaving his body.

Stepping softly to his lover's side, Dipper wrapped his arms around him. Bill, hugging him back, pulled him on top of him as he gently fell to his back, hugging Dipper harder.

"I'm scared," he whispered in to his lover's ear. His grip quivered around the other body as his breath became shaky.

"I thought that the great prince, Bill Cipher wasn't afraid anything," he chuckled softly in a sad tone.

"If I had it my way, I'd never—"

"Don't say that!" Dipper interrupted, pushing himself up against Bill's chest. His eyes full of anger and sadness, the overwhelming misery in his eyes, the pain just overflowing. "You should be happy that you'll be married, and have children with a beautiful woman, have—" tears stared to stream down his face as he began to sobbed harder.

Stoking the back of Dipper's hair, he smiled sadly. "It's ok to be upset," he hushed softly, kissing top of his birthmark. "I don't want to marry either," he spoke soft, gently as if he was quieting down a child down to rest.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I couldn't keep it in any longer," Dipper sobbed, clinging tightly to Bill's body.

Tears started to fall from Bill's eyes, " why couldn't It be someone else?" He sighed while more tears fell from his eyes. Covering his eyes with his hand, he smiled even though tears of sorrow and agony overwhelmed his eyes," look at me?" He chuckled Darkly," you know what?" He asked in a dark tone, peeking through his fingers," I really hate you," he sobbed.

Dipper, quivering like a leaf, looked down at Bill with shock and horror. His mouth dropped open as he tried to speak, but no words slipped passed.

"If I hadn't fallen in love with you, I'd never would've have felt anything. Not even love," he sobbed, his eyes looked Dipper died in the eyes as his body began to quiver, like a mighty flame finally giving in to the noble winds.

Cupping Dipper's face, he smiled. The mixture of fear and joy poured together making a mess inside his eyes." I can't live without you anymore, I need you, I love you," he confessed.

"Really?" Dipper's voice quivered in a whisper as his face lit up in joy.

"Really! I love you," he kissed Dipper's cheek. "I love you so much," he placed kisses over Dipper's face, the sadness in his swelling because he knew very well that this moment will only last so long, and after this moment was over, who knows how long it'll take to feel this way. All Bill ever wanted to do was hold him in his arms, just to feel the warmth of his skin. "You can never leave me," he ordered, swaying they younger teen in his arms.

"Is that an order?" Dipper chuckled softly, the tears finally starting to dry.

"Yes," Bill whispered," but not as your king, as your lover," he smiled softly. Kissing him tenderly on the lips as the laid there for like years, was cut of by the chime of the clock.

"I guess...... Our time is up," Dipper said. His his cold and fagged, lost in the cruel reality that he'll have to watch the man he loves marry another right in front of him with out being able to seek out against it.

"I guess so," Bill repeated as they slowly moved back to their feet.

"I— I should go," Dipper whispered, but as he moved to the door, he was stopped by Bill's fingers interlocking with his, pulling him back.

"Help me," he quiet voice spoke as he pulled Dipper into his body.

"Ok," was the only words that left Dipper's lips as he turned to see his prince, his lover fully undress in front of him for the first time in 6 years that they've know each other, he'd never seen this sight. It made both males blush red as Bill's clothes hit the floor.

All was silent. As if this was the last memory that they'll ever share as lovers.
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Dipper stood silently behind the crowds of royals, and nobles. His ears stung with a constant ringing, not wanting to her the words that left their lips, he thought back to the time they first met.

Dipper was 11 with Bill being 12. Bill picked and teased him for over and over again until finally once Dipper was 14, they kissed. It was sweet and tender, it only lasted a few seconds, but it meant the world to Dipper, and as soon as that one kiss was over— they kissed some more, only to be lead down this path of dark, and lonely romance that would never lead to anything, but they both knew that, and yet, the still planed on fallowing it down.

Together.

"You may now, kiss the bride,"

With those 6 words, Dipper was broken back from his broken word of lies, to watch in silence as his prince, no— his king kiss a woman, a stranger, his wife and now, his queen. Tears fell from Dipper's eyes as he watched them walk off to the crowd. Showing that they are now one.

And for a brief second they made eye contact. It was the most heart breaking thing he could've ever experienced, he didn't care if people saw him cry, that people started lies about his a fare, Dipper loved him— yet why couldn't he be the one to stand by his side?

"Mason? Are you ok?" A woman asked, her tone of voice was sweet and nurturing.

Dipper nodded, smiling happily," yes, it's just so beautiful," he lied with fake joy oozing from his teeth.

The woman sighed, leaning beside Dipper," I think you two look way better together," she smiled calmly as if it wasn't something to hide.

Dipper looked at her confused, placing a finger to her lips, she winked. "I have a female lover," she smirked.

"How?" Dipper stuttered out, his tears not stopping, in fact— they speed up.

She smiled, pulling the slightly younger boy to her chest, bringing him into a mother's embrace." I've know for quite some time now," she hushed gently," I see you two sneaking off, holding hands under the tables— kissing in the shadows, but your lucky no one else has seen, but it is a sight. You two were made for each other," she smiled.

Dipper clung to her for dear life as he sobbed in the shadows with a woman he'd never met comforting him, letting all his pent up emotions lose.
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After crying that day, Dipper felt a little better, yet it never truly helped. Dipper was seeing less and less of Bill, yes he was king, but as soon as he left one room, he'd gone to another. He'd heard roomers that when his king wasn't sleep deprived, he'd been having sex with the new queen, so that an air can be born.

And it hurt.

Dipper was walking late at night, thinking about all these useless things that haunted his thoughts to dark places that he knew he'd never be free of.

His thoughts shattered as he heard heels click against the tiles, "pine tree," a voice spoke from the darkness, Dipper's ears perked up as he turned a heel in excitement, to see a kind face looking back at him with a wide goofy smile. "Come here," he said.

Dropping the books in his arms, he ran into Bill's arms, desperately clinging onto his clothes. "Bill, Bill I missed you," Dipper's shaky voice whispered into Bill's chest as he pulled his lover closer.

"I know, I missed you too," he spoke sadly, his body missed this touch, the sweet words that left his throat, oh god, he missed it all. "I'm sorry, we haven't spoken in 4 months," he apologized.

Shaking his head, Dipper smiled," no, no it's alright. It was all worth this moment now," Dipper said, kissing Bill's lips. "I missed you," he smiled, red covered his face.