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For The Kingdom - Chapter 2

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Chapter 1

Summary: The only Princess of Rhodolite, Mercia Michael is content fluttering around the castle. But that changes when a letter is received from Obsidian. In order to prevent war there, she must marry Gilbert. Raising her head, she takes on the new challenge, this is For her Kingdom.

Pairing: Mercia Michael (oc) x Gilbert Von Obsidian

Notes: A huge thank you to @thewitchofbooks Your support and our convos help break down the writers block had for this chapter. This chapter was much longer than I thought it would be. But that just means chapter 3 is closer to coming out.

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Mercia stares up at the golden eyes of her brother. He had been watching her walk through the garden and had just barely managed to pull her out of harm’s way. His breathing was heavy from his sprint across the garden, saving her in the nick of time. The floor under Lucius gives way and the guard falls into the pit.

“Lucius!” Mercia calls out and the guard grunts from the bottom of the pit. Kneeling at the edge of the pit, she peers anxiously over it for her guard.

“Sorry Pixie, but considering the size difference I don’t think you can pull him up” Clavis laughs, kneeling next to her and lifting her hand up in the air. “Your hands are too little to save him” Amusement shines in the amber orbs and Mercia lets out an annoyed huff.

“Well someone has to help him, you can’t just leave people stuck in holes around the garden” Mercia retorts, unamused by his childish antics.

“If it's not poor Yves, it's Lucius” Her mutter reaches her brother's ears and he brightens up.

“At Least we know your guard doesn’t need to be rescued. He’ll climb out of the hole in a few moments.” Clavis chuckles and Mercia just shoots him an irritated glare. Ignoring the look of his annoyed little sister, he just ruffles her hair and continues on. “Oh sweet Mercia, I really wish you would help me with a prank. It would be so good. No one would ever be mad at you and we could get absolutely everyone at the castle.” Clavis claps his hands together excitedly. His golden eyes plead with her to indulge him just once and Mercia shakes her head. She can already feel her brothers glaring at her, and hear the hours of scolding Sariel would bestow on her. It was bad enough the one time she helped Clavis get back at that noble-

“I would appreciate it if you would not try to corrupt the sweet Princess, Prince Clavis.” Pulling Mercia from her memories and interrupting Clavis’s tangent, Lucius finally pulls himself over the edge of the pit.

“Oh Come now, I am innocent” Clavis gleefully states, oblivious to the guards glare. “And I have to say you are getting so much faster at climbing out of those holes” he continues. Mercia flies to Lucius’s side, helping him up to his feet.

“Luc-” Her murmur is stopped by his smile. Placing his hand on her shoulder he squeezes it gently.

“I’m alright Princess, I wasn’t hurt, we are just late meeting your brother now” His eyes cast around the garden and stop when he notices the mess by Clavis. “Oh Princess, your books fell” He goes over to the mess of mud and paper to start picking up her treasure.

“My books! Clavis!” A whole new fire appears in Mercia’s eyes as she turns on her brother. His eyes widen slightly. “These were only a few hours old, and now they are ruined-” Anger radiates off the small Princess, reminding Clavis of a dangerous little firecracker.

“I apologize about your books Pixie, I didn't mean for your books to get ruined” Clavis sobers slightly when he sees the disappointment flickering in his sister's eyes. Her eyelids lower as she focuses on collecting her books back into the bag, thankful only a few were ruined. Lucius stands up, turning to Clavis with a huff.

“Prince Clavis, I would appreciate it if you didn’t place such dangerous pranks in the gardens.”

“Oh come now Lucius, it's so much fun.” Clavis tries to sweet talk the guard, but Lucius holds up his hands.

“It's fun for you, but having to climb out of the hole means time I am away from the Princess and she is left unguarded, not to mention the fact that her books were damaged.” Lucius states and Clavis shrugs.

“I was here for her and are we forgetting that my dearest sister can fight?Besides, she can always get new-” Clavis looks smug, but before more words are exchanged, his name is called from the castle. Widening his eyes Clavis grins. “Got to go before Cyril catches me.”

“Clavis!” Mercia lets out a sigh as her brother disappears in the gardens. She stands up with her book and Lucius takes the bag from her.

“Let me Princess” He murmurs softly and Mercia is grateful for his help. “Come, we are late meeting your brother and I would prefer not to have to take a lecture from him.” Lucius frowns and Mercia giggles next to him.

“Oh come now. Chev would take one look at you and know exactly who to blame for us running late.” Mercia snickers with Lucius. Her eyes suddenly take on a serious light. “That damn hellcat” she mimics Sariel before falling into another fit of giggles.

“Well someone is in high spirits” The voice has the smile falling off Lucius’s face, but Mercia doesn’t look bothered at all.

“Sariel! Have you seen Chevalier? The maids told me he was out in the gardens, and I want to show him all the books I found.” Her mood bounces back in the presence of the King’s regent, going straight to his side with a smile. Looking down at her fondly, Sariel points to the corner of the garden where the second prince is waiting.

“Your brother is over there, but I must remind you that there is a ball tonight and you cannot miss it.” Catching her chin in his gloved fingers, he watches as Mercia pulls aface at him.

“But the balls are so boring. All I do is dance with random strangers” Mercia looks longingly at the books in Lucius’s arms and Sariel shakes his head.

“The least trouble causing but still a pain” he murmurs softly, knowing better than to look into Mercia’s baby blue eyes. “We need you there looking your absolute best as there are going to be many important people and Princes there. No getting yourself lost in a book” With that he withdraws his hand and turns away.

“I understand Sariel. My books will wait until tomorrow” Mercia looks disappointed for a moment, wanting to crack open one as soon as her meetings with her brothers were settled, but Sariel was right. She has a bad habit of forgetting the world around her and reading a book straight through.Bidding the King’s regent goodbye, she turns down the path that would lead her to Chevalier, seeing his outline in one of the gazebos waiting.

“Chevalier” Her mood vastly improves the closer to his side she gets. She sits next to him and waits for his eyes to leave his book before continuing. “ Everyone kept stopping me from coming to see you. Look At all the books I got” Her excitement has the corner of the Prince’s mouth turning upright.

“You're late, but considering that your guard is covered in dirt I assume you ran into our foolish brother.” Chevalier states, eyeing the dirt covering Lucius. Mercia sits next to him and nods, pouring herself and her brother a fresh cup of tea.

“Yeah, then we ran into Sariel and he told me I’m not allowed to read tonight because I won’t make it to the ball” The huff leaves her lips as she throws Chevalier a pleading look and the corner of his mouth turns up even more.

“You have to make an appearance and dance with at least two of our guest princes tonight. Then I will cover for you if you would like to sneak into the library.” He promises and Mercia claps her hands in delight. She takes the bag of books from Lucius and the gaurd excuses himself to let the siblings talk. Merica opens her bag and takes out the books, setting them in a pile between her and Chevalier with a delighted smile on her face.

“Clavis got them dirty when he saved me from falling down the pit, my bookmark is trashed, but these are my new treasures.” Her whole face seems to brighten as she shows her brother all the books, the world fading around her.

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“Princess Mercia, Prince Chevalier, I beg your pardon” A maid approaches the gazebo cautiously and Mercia is pulled back to the real world confused. Lucius and Sariel are the only two that dare interrupt her and Chevalier when they are talking about new books.

“What is it?” Chevalier turns his icy gaze to the maid and she hastily bows, fear flickering across her face.

“Prince Yves asked me to accompany Princess Mercia to his room, it is time for her to get ready for the ball” The maid stutters slightly and Mercia looks at the sky, the hair raising on the back of her neck.

“Is it really that time already? I swear Yves said he would fetch me closer to sunset.” The maid igneous Mercia’s questions causing the Princess to narrow her eyes. Something was definitely wrong. “Where is Lucius? He was supposed to get me and bring me to Yves when he requested me?” Mercia asks the maid again, her voice darkening the longer she is ignored. Chevalier keeps his eyes trained on the maid, letting his sister handle the situation.

“I was just asked to retrieve you by Prince Yves, he is in his room waiting for you” she repeats her words more urgently. Mercia spots Lucius approaching the gazebo, his uniform having been changed so he is no longer caked in mud.

“Hey Princess, Prince Chevalier” Immediately accessing the situation, he eyes the maid and stands subtly between the gazebo and the maid. “Is something the matter?”

“I have come to escort the Princess to Prince Yves. He is in his room waiting for her to get ready for the ball.” The maid repeats more firmly than all the other times and Lucius places his hand on his sword immediately.

“Oh well in that case we should probably get going” He states and the maid shakes her head.

“The Prince requested the Princess to be alone. He didn’t say anyone else would be around-” The maid starts but stops when a flash of silver cuts through the air and Lucius’s sword is at her neck.

“Who sent you?” He asks darkly, his silver eyes do not hold a hint of their usual shine and Mercia winces at seeing the blade. She presses closer to her brother's side, eyes focused firmly on the maid.

“Prince Yves” The maid murmurs, twisting her hands worriedly. Lucius doesn't relent, tilting the woman’s gaze up to his with his sword.

“No. Let me give you three reasons why everything you said was a lie. One, the Princess doesn’t go anywhere without me. It doesn’t matter where she is going or who she sees, I am ALWAYS by her side. Two, I have been in this castle since I can walk and I have never seen you before, and that earring in your ear is the Obsidian Crest.” Tightening his hand on his sword, snarls the last words “Three, Prince Yves is currently having tea with Prince Licht in the garden and therefore cannot be in his room. Now I will ask you again. Who sent you?”