??? P.O.V.

I looked down at the shackles on my hands. I was awaiting my execution for trying to break into the king's palace.

Of course, I had no wrong intentions. I requested to see the king, since recently I heard news of the old King Fishbach dying. His son Mark was now taking throne, and I wanted to see him. But they said that he wasn't seeing visitors until someone special returned. So when I tried to come to see him, I was thrown in this cell.

" Hey, Audrey?" I asked the guard.

We had become aquatinted due to my week of rotting in the damned cell. Audrey had been here to guard my cell.

" What is it?" she replied curtly, turning to face me.

" Uh, this sounds a little weird, but can you tell me the story of the lost king? I know king Fishbach only told the royal staff and people within the kingdom, but since I'm gonna die anyways..." I asked, looking up from where I was tied down on the floor.

Audrey rolled her eyes at my childish question.

" Sure. It all started back when..."

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Seán's P.O.V.

" Seán?!" Mark cried, looking behind the curtains in his bedroom.

I giggled softly from my hiding spot. Mark was never gonna catch me here!

" GOTCHA!" Mark shouted, grabbing my arm and pulling me out from behind the dresser.

I squealed loudly when Mark grabbed me harshly.

" M-ma-MARK!" I shouted, breathless from the tickles he was giving me.

" This is your punishment for loosing. Crooks get punished. That's what my daddy always says." Mark stated firmly.

I laughed loudly, falling on the carpeted floor of Mark's bedroom.

" M-MARK P-PL-PLEASE!" I yelled, breathless from the tormenting tickles.

" Fine." Mark harrumphed, plopping down next to me on the floor.

" So.... did yah enjoy you're eighth birthday Seán?" Mark inquired, looking over into my oceanic blue eyes.

" It was awesome! You still haven't given me my gift though." I pouted.

" That's all you care about, you greedy little butt face." Mark grumbled, whispering the last part as he stood up.

" WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" I shouted.

Mark turned around, a shocked and scared look plastered onto his slightly chubby baby face.

" That's Sir Butt Face to you." I joked.

Mark rolled his eyes and grabbed the eloquently wrapped gift off of his bedside table. He handed it to me with a large smile on his rosy face.

" Ooooooh! It looks so pretty Markimoo!" I chirped, snatching the gift from him.

As Mark sat back down on the floor, I laid my body back on his, sighing softly. I peeled back the gorgeous wrapping paper, struggling with the ribbon tied around it. Mark stretched his hand over my shoulder and yanked on the ribbon. It came undone, allowing me to peel off the rest of the wrapping paper. Inside the package, there laid a small necklace. I gasped loudly. It was gorgeous. It had a complex shape. It was like a mix of swirls and lines. They all bend and swerved around each other to form a large plating in the middle. The necklace had, in small font, ' M + S Forever '.

" Awww! Thank you Mark! I love it so much!" I exclaimed, my chest being swooped into a surge of happiness.

I brought Mark into a huge bear hug. Mark giggled loudly, but then screamed when he hit the soft carpet.

" SEÁN I CAN'T BREATHE!" I exclaimed, pushing me off of his chest.

We giggled loudly, until I realized I had to go back to my ma and pa.

" C'mon, I'll walk you back." Mark suggested, sticking out his pudgy hand.

I accepted, pulling myself up. Accept Mark didn't let go of my hand. He led me down the hallway to the servants quarters. Once he had dropped me off at my parents quarters, I immediately felt sad.

" I don't wanna go home Mark." I grumbled, kicking the tile floor of the Fishbach palace.

" We'll play tomorrow!" Mark chirped excitedly, letting go of my hand.

" M'kay." I mumbled, hugging Mark tightly.

" Bye Seán!" Mark replied, walking back down the hallway.

I sighed, unfurling my hand and looked at the necklace. I clasped it around my neck, smiling happily. I opened the door of my room, a new smile plastered to my face.

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" SEÁN?!" Mark yelled, banging the door to my room.

I grumbled, standing up to answer the door to my ma's and pa's servant quarters. I saw Mark with a huge grin plastered on his face.

" Hey!" I exclaimed wearily, waving my hand drowsily.

Mark looked down and looked back up with a faint blush on his cheeks.

" Uhm, Seán... you might want some pants." Mark suggested, gesturing vaguely to my boxers.

" Oh, uh, probably." I giggled, inviting Mark into the small apartment.

Mark stepped in slowly, looking around at the tightly compact space. He winced slightly.

" Sorry, it's a bit messy!" I yelled a bit, considering I was in the other room.

Once I dug out a shirt and pants, I walked back out to leave with Mark. Today was my eighteenth birthday, and Mark said he had a surprise for me.

We walked down the hall in silence, before we reached Mark's bedroom door. He opened the door, and I saw a large book on his bed.

" Open the book." Mark said, a huge smile on his face.

I slowly walked over to the book. I opened the pages and I saw pictures of Mark and I from over the years. They came along with notes, some scrawled out in Mark's eight year old handwriting, others in Mark's present day tidy penmanship. I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes.

" Mark... I love it so much!" I exclaimed happily.

" Flip to the last page." Mark said, coming up behind me and wrapping his muscular arm around me.

I did as he said, and I gasped loudly. A sentence was written out in large letters, ' SEÁN WILLIAM MCLOUGHLIN. WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND?'

" MARK OH MY GOD!" I screamed, tears falling from my face.

I tackled him in a huge bear hug like we did when we were youngsters. Mark laughed loudly as we fell onto the mattress.

" You never said yes." Mark said placidly, staring into my oceanic blue eyes.

Our faces were only centimeters apart. A prince. And a servant. I felt his hot breath tickling against my lips. His chocolate brown eyes stared into my baby blue ones tauntingly. My eyes fluttered closed as I placed a soft kiss to his slightly chapped lips. I felt his scruffy aftershave tickle my face. I pulled away from him, looking back into his chocolate brown eyes.

" Does that answer your question?" I hummed.

" I'm not convinced." Mark replied, leaning closer to my face.

" I'm a damn good convincer." I replied, leaning even closer to him.

" Try me." Mark answered, his voice coming out as a whisper.

I pressed my lips onto Mark's soft ones. I melted into his touch, moaning softly. Mark flipped me over so that he as straddling me. I tangled my fingers into his thick black locks.

And before I knew it, Mark and I were in a heated make out session. Shirts were flung off and discarded somewhere in the room. Mark was still kissing me, but his hands were roaming my exposed chest.

We were so in our own worlds that we didn't notice the door creak open. King Fishbach walked in, and he was going to tell Mark that it was almost time for supper. But Mark and I were a bit busy...

" MARK EDWARD FISHBACH!" King Fishbach's voice boomed.

Mark yelped loudly, trying to cover his exposed chest. I shot up from where I had been laying on the mattress, hiding behind Mark. Mark looked like a deer in the headlights as his dad's intimidating glare pierced through us both. 

" I did not raise a faggot Mark. I am ashamed." his dad scolded. 

I curled into a ball, shame and anger was shooting itself through my veins. 

" King F-Fishbach." I stammered meekly, still hiding behind Mark, " T-this isn't Ma-rk's fault. Or my p-parents. J-just punish me!" 

King Fishbach's harsh brown eyes stared into my fearful blue ones. 

" Mark did these horrid and shameful actions with his consent. I am disgusted. You are supposed to be looking for a wife Mark." King Fishbach's exasperated voice scolded. 

I felt hot tears run down my cheeks as I hastily grabbed my crumpled shirt and ran out the door of Mark's bedroom.

" SEÁN!" Mark's sorrowful voice yelled.

I sprinted down the hallway, pushing past other members of the castle staff. Tears poured down my face as I slammed the door to my small quarters in the castle. I let out a small wail as I curled into a ball onto my bed. As soon as I thought things could look up from being a complete shit hole, I had my happiness ripped away from me. 

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Later that night, I heard a soft knock on my door. I grumbled, standing up to answer the door. Before I could get to the door, I saw my mom open the door. I saw her face change from a friendly welcoming look, to one of complete horror. She turned to face me, steam practically pouring from her ears.

" SEÁN WILLIAM MCLOUGHLIN!" she barked, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt.

I looked up and saw King Fishbach in the doorway of my apartment. I yelped in terror, clawing at my ma's arm to make her let me go. 

" MA! PLEASE! Let me go..." I cried weakly, tears starting to flow down my face again. 

" Here's the lad, I'll have a talk with his father. We are terribly sorry for the troubles your majesty." my ma said calmly, shoving me over towards King Fishbach.

" Thank you Mrs. McLoughlin." King Fishbach said curtly, leading me out the door.

I was trembling in shame and terror. Was he going to have me hung? Was he gonna fire my ma and pa? 

" Seán. If you want yourself and Mark to keep a happy life. You leave. You never talk to my son again. You leave and do not come home." King Fishbach whispered sternly. 

My mouth fell agape. I was ordered out of my home. The only place I knew. I didn't know how else to live. My legs suddenly felt like jelly, and I felt sick to my stomach. 

" Understood, s-sir." I said sorrowfully, tears rushing down my face again. 

" Good. Here's your last salary. Pack your things now, and I expect you gone by morning." he demanded, turning and walking away. 

I let out a pathetic sob as I crumpled to the floor. I cried in pain, clutching onto my last paycheck like my life depended on it. I hear the door to my parents apartment crack open. I didn't even care to look up. I felt my ma's strong, yet frail arm drag me inside. 

" Seán? Whatever is ta' matter with ya'? It was just a talk." my ma said, concern in her hazel eyes.

" I have to leave." I said weakly, " King Fishbach ordered me out." 

My ma's eyes filled with terror and anger as she clutched onto me tightly. My ma just held onto me for hours as our sobs filled the room.

" My baby." she whispered, rubbing my cheek soothingly. 

" Hopefully ya' can see me on your holiday's." I suggested meekly. 

" Won't have it any other way." my ma said softly, placing a soft kiss to my cheek. 

I stood up and walked into my room. I grabbed the only suitcase I owned and tossed my clothing and some money into the suitcase. I zipped the bag closed and turned around to see my room one last time. I knew I had to do one more thing. I grabbed the ink pen on my desk and wrote a short letter. It simply read:

I'll come back someday. Hopefully you'll still love me then Mark. I'm just messin' with ya. But I will come back Mark. I promise. I love you, so much. 

Love, Seán

I sighed contently with my letter, and walked out of my room. As I walked down the hallway, quickly turned the corner to Mark's room. I cracked open the door to his room, and saw him sleeping peacefully. I walked closer to him, only to see the bed and his face soaked when dry tears.

 I placed the letter next to Mark, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. I then turned and left the room, tears running down my face for what must be the millionth time today. 

And then I left the castle, never to come back...

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" TIME FOR PRISONER 200657'S EXICUTION!" a loud voice boomed from the top of the stairs. 

" C'mon buddy, let's go." Audrey said softly, unlocking the door to my cell. 

She placed a bag over my head as she led me up the stairs. 

" Why do I have a bag on?" I asked, my voice muffled.

" King Fishbach doesn't like to see the faces of those he kills, it makes him sad." Audrey said, and I heard her open the door to the prison. 

We walked the halls of the castle, but I couldn't see anything. I felt the shackles on my hands be unlocked, but then felt my wrists be tied harshly to pole. I grunted in pain, feeling blood ooze from my burned wrists. I heard the shuffling of feet, and the rustling of hay and other flammable materials. 

" Does the crook have any last words?" I heard King Fishbach's smooth voice rumble. 

" Yes." I stated.

I heard King Fishbach shift around on his throne. I'm guessing most prisoners were just silent when they died.

" I know where Seán is." I said, a faint smile ghosting my lips. 

" W-wha? Wait. Why does he know this?" King Fishbach's loud voice demanded. 

" I can tell you where he is, just take off the bag." I said, calmly.

" Do as he says." King Fishbach's voice said cautiously. 

I felt a guard remove the bag off of my face. As my eyes focused, I could see Mark on his throne. His eyes nearly doubled in size. 

" YOU"RE NOT HIM!" Mark shouted, slamming his fist on the throne. 

" I can prove it Mark!" I exclaimed, " Can someone undo my hands?! I need to show him something." 

" D-do as h-he says." Mark's voice stammered shakily, never breaking eye contact with me. 

The guards sliced the rope around my hands. I shook my wrists, blood dripping onto the tile floor. I grabbed at the chain around my neck and unclasped it. 

" Give this to him." I said to one of the guards, placing it in their hands. 

Mark nodded, signaling the guard to bring up the necklace. As Mark squinted at the necklace, his chocolate brown eyes widened. 

" O-oh my god!" Mark cried, tears flowing down his face.

He looked back up at me with a huge smile on his face.

" I promised, didn't I?" I chuckled.

Mark raced down the stairs leading up to the throne. He wrapped me into a huge hug, us both sobbing loudly. He pulled away, still looking into my oceanic blue eyes. 

" Seán?! It's been 12 years, I thought you were never coming back." Mark exclaimed, tears of joy still flowing from his eyes. 

" I'm a man of my word." I smiled.

I looked into Mark's chocolate brown eyes. He still looked almost exactly the same. His sharp jawline, his softly rounded nose, his faint beard, his shiny black hair. My eyes fluttered closed as Mark brought me into a soft kiss. I gasped, then wrapped my arms around the significantly taller man's neck. I felt his arms snake their way around my hips. We both pulled away, gasping for air. 

" Y'know, crooks get punished." Mark whispered in my ear.

I shivered, then swatted his shoulder. 

" I'm so glad I have you again." I said happily, clinging onto Mark again. 

Mark chuckled, rubbing the back of my hair. The chatter of the guards sounded like bees buzzing. I couldn't care less what they thought. I was back with him, and that's all I ever cared about. 

Awww! I love this one shot so damn much. Don't judge too harshly on any errors, I'm super sick with strep throat, so I'm a bit out of it. I really hope you enjoyed this one shot! There might be part two in the future! Word Count: 3026

~ Dusty