Druella Black was laid down in the ground on a rainy day of April.

The plague of dysentery that had cursed all of France in the last year had made her so ill, she had been unable to walk or eat before her trespassing, leaving behind her a soon to be married fifteen years old Bellatrix and two grieving daughters.

Cygnus choose yellow carnations for his wife's grave, mixing the lemon colored flowers with orange lilies. Sirius' mother had kept herself from smiling at the funeral, the meaning of this choice almost too amusing for her.

On this rainy day of April, Sirius met his uncle Alphard, a merry and good - natured man who, in Sirius' mind, could not be related to his mother. He must have been a bastard, the child of two cheerful lovers who had to give away their son. In no way was Alphard Black, the generous and happy man who gave Sirius a caramel related to Walburga Black, the odious woman who spat in domestics' face and who threaten her children.

"Would you also like a caramel, mon petit?" Asked Alphard, his voice softer than silk. "Remus, was it?"

Remus looked up at the mention of his name, his huge eyes looking fondly at the older man in front of him.

"Yes, thank you monsieur."

In the last three years that had gone by, Sirius has become good friends with his esquire. Almost closer to him than he was to James, which was understandable since Remus lived with the Blacks.

The first year had been complicated, Walburga had agreed on Remus' presence because she had thought she could order him around and make him do chores only meant for domestics. But Remus wasn't any type of domestic, as the esquire of a rich heir like Sirius, he had privileges and rights even Walburga Black couldn't disrespect.

Remus had the right to read and draw,  he had the right to eat whatever he desired and whatever Sirius would permit him to which, in Sirius' case, was everything. He had the right to live a normal and enjoyable life in Black's manor, as long as he followed Sirius' orders if the boy gave him any.

Sirius refused to give orders to his esquire, he believed they were equals and that they deserved to share the same luxury and lifestyle.

Remus had laughed at that, covering his mouth with his left hand in embarrassment.

"Why are you laughing, débile?" Had questioned Sirius, smiling as he slapped Remus' neck playfully.

"For nothing, monsieur, I just found you extremely amusing."

"I don't like when you call me monsieur. Call me by my name, we're equals you and I after all!"

"What a beautiful lie you live in, my prince." Said Remus, his voice full of something Sirius couldn't totally grasp, something sad. "We are not equals, we'll never be the same. Your blood is purer than mine, your blood will open you doors that will stay locked for me."

Sirius stayed silent, his fingers gently turning a page of the book he was reading with Remus, his head laid down on his esquire's shoulder.

"I am no prince." The older boy pouted.

"Pardon me, très cher, it is true that you look nothing like your king."

It was a common knowledge that Louis XVI was physically unappealing and a terrible king all together. Timid and indecisive, the love the people had once showered the new king and queen with had since then long died.

"You say that he is my king, do you not consider yours?" Asked Sirius to the eleven years old boy, both so young to have such discussions.

"My heart and mind are still sailing on the waters of Wales, unfortunately."

"Do you miss it that much?"

Remus closed the book they were sharing slowly, his fingers caressing the leather cover tenderly.

"I miss my mother. And I miss my dog. But I truly believed I would become the esquire of an unthankful slob who would beat me and insult me until my dying breath. I am surprised by how free you let me be, monsieur."

"As I told you, Remus. I see us as equals and I will treat you like I would like to be treated myself."

Sirius looked at the younger boy, his hair falling beautifuly on his eyes. He looked like a painting, a moment frozen in history that made Sirius' heart beat faster.

"I learn every day from you, monsieur." Answered Remus as he opened the book a second time.

"And me from you, mon ami."

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Yellow carnations mean disdain and orange lilies are the symbol of hatred and pride for anyone who wondered.

Also I made this edit for Wolfstar.

The main picture says "Freedom, equality, homosexuality...or death."

I hope you are enjoying this story as much as I enjoy writing it!