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The Kingdom of Favela, had an odd name, Favela being translated into slums, in common, and well Kingdoms typically have the rich leading them, and Favela was no exception. King Cellbit, older brother to crown princess Bagi, crown prince Mike, and prince Pac, and joint father to prince Richarlyson, although the public didn’t know of the boy’s existence, was the ruler of the Kingdom of Favela.
Ruling hadn’t been easy for Cellbit, that was clear to everyone, especially Pac, who despite not being a crown prince, was his main adviser. Cellbit had stirred clear of multiple wars, managed to avoid engagement offers to Bagi, Mike and Pac, and now Bagi was engaged to a woman of her own choice, something Cellbit was very proud he could assist with.
King Cellbit currently had an issue, the Kingdom of 2b2t, otherwise known as the Kingdom of rebels, unofficially of course, was going to attack, and start a full war against them, and surprisingly it wasn’t the King who had ordered the attack, it was his main adviser. They wanted power, and Favela had a lot, there were only two ways to gain a kingdom’s power, invasion or marriage, so Cellbit was stuck for what to do, he really didn’t want a war, and there was no way he was giving away either Pac or Mike, so he didn’t have any options left.
Prince Pac was called to Cellbit’s throne room, somewhere the two of them liked to have private meetings without any eavesdroppers, aka Bagi and Mike. Pac walked along the halls, being led by his guard, Felps. He knew the issue was serious, despite not knowing what it was, as he hadn’t seen Cellbit in weeks, nobody had, the King had been locked in his room for a very long time, not even leaving to see his own son, something the whole castle, royals and staff, knew meant the issue was serious.
Felps opened the door as Pac walked in, Cellbit was sat on his throne, despite hating it, there were paint supplies in front of the set of thrones, Cellbit waved Pac over to sit on his own throne, and dismissed Felps, who was to wait at the door of Pac’s chambers.
Cellbit arose from his throne, and Pac followed in suit, Cellbit walked over for a hug, tears threatening to escape his eyes, Pac wrapped his arms around his king, his friend, and most importantly his brother. Cellbit collapsed into his arms, sobbing into Pac’s robes, not that Pac minded, he only wore his robes for official duties.
“Eu não posso fazer isso,” Cellbit whispered. (I can’t do it)
“Fazer o quê?” (Do what?)
“O Reino de 2b2t, eles estão ameaçando invadir,” (The Kingdom of 2b2t, they are threatening to invade)
“QUE?”
“Pac, fique quieto, ninguém pode saber,” (Be quiet nobody can know)
“Por que não?” (Why not?)
“Eu sou o rei da paz, mas nesta situação não há paz,” (I’m the king of peace, but in this situation there is no peace)
“Tinha que haver outra coisa que eles queriam,” (There has to be something else that they want)
“Há, mas... Eu não vou fazer isso,” (There is… but I won’t do it)
“Por que? O que é?” (Why? What is it?)
“Casamento,” (Marriage)
“Certamente eles sabem que você está noivo,” (Surely they know you’re engaged)
“Não eu, você ou Mike,” (Not me, you or Mike)
“Não, não Mike,” (No, not Mike)
“Eu não vou deixar você ir também,” (I won’t let you go either)
“Tem certeza de que é a única outra opção?” (Are you sure it’s the only other option?)
“Sim, o conselheiro do rei me disse, casamento ou guerra,” (Yes, the king's adviser told me, marriage or war)
“Por que não o próprio rei?” (Why not the king himself?)
“O rei confia em seu conselheiro e ficou do lado dele,” (The king trusts his adviser and has sided with him)
“Então, casamento ou guerra?” (So, marriage or war?)
“Sim…”
“Quando é sua próxima reunião com eles?” (When is your next meeting with them?)
“Amanhã,”
“Deixe-me sentar com você, como seu conselheiro,” (Let me sit with you, as your counselor)
“Tem certeza?” (Are you sure?)
“Sim, posso não ser o príncipe herdeiro, mas sou um príncipe e seu irmão, estou aqui para ajudar,” (Yes, I may not be the crown prince, but I'm a prince and your brother, I'm here to help)
“Amanhã, nascer do sol, estar aqui,” (Tomorrow, sunrise, be here)
“Sim, sua majestade,” (Yes, your majesty)
Pac stood up from the floor, no longer holding a sobbing Cellbit in his arms, he left the room and began to return to his chambers, where Felps was waiting outside. He went inside, calling Felps inside too, and began writing in his diary.
My Dearest Journal,
This whole ado, of which my liege informed me, hath put upon my heart a heavy strain, within me I know what I must do, for realm, for kin, for heir, but yet my heart doth yearn to be spared it, and I fear my king will not approve it.
I feareth my choices, I cannot allow Mike to suffer this cruel fate, wherefore I knoweth it must be me, to wed a man I knoweth not, to share the power of mine kingdom without giving it away, at the meeting I will assess the situation and thereafter I will propose the idea to King Cellbit.
If he accepteth not, I am uncertain what to perform, I desire not my kingdom to wage war, for then I may windeth my brethren and my sister, and I desire not my son to loseth us, King Cellbit must perceive that this be best and peradventure he shall accepteth it as 'tis my decree, I pray he doth.
If he doth agree to the marriage of myself and this mystery king, then I hope I get a few days to say my farewells to my family and my kingdom, as it may perchance be the last time I behold them, for I assume I shall remove to his castle, rather than he dwelling here.
Dearest Pac.
The night passed and Pac awoke before sunrise, he changed into his official robes, running out of his chambers in fear of being late, before swiftly returning as he had forgotten his crown, something he would need if he was on official business, especially with a rival kingdom.
King Cellbit was sat once again on his throne, and Pac took his place on his throne, one seat to his left, Mike typically sat between them, Bagi was also perched on her seat, wearing one of her royal gowns, and Mike walked in swiftly after Pac, Cellbit shook his head at Pac, silently informing him that he hadn’t told them the true visit of the Kingdom of 2b2t.
They all sat awaiting their arrival, and Cellbit told everyone the plan for the day, Bagi and Mike would go to the hidden library with Richas, who was currently being guarded by Felps, while Pac sat in the meeting with him. Both Bagi and Mike protested, as Pac wasn’t even a crown prince, but Pac was the eldest so he got priority, is what Cellbit argued, but Pac knew it wasn’t the true reason that Cellbit chose him over the others.
Pac had the opportunity to become King when he came of age, but he told his father he didn’t wish to until he died, and by the time the previous King died, Cellbit was of age, and took the throne, nobody protested but the agreement was that Pac was his adviser and assisted him in any and all major decisions for the Kingdom.
The reason Cellbit had chosen Pac was because Pac was the most trustworthy person in the castle, and he looked it too, and well… Pac was the least likely to fuck up the agreement. Cellbit had informed both Bagi and Mike to speak solely in common as the other Kingdom would find it rude if they spoke in their mother tongue.
A guard led the King of 2b2t and his royal advisor inside, followed by their own guard. The royal advisor bowed to Cellbit but the king made no move to.
“Welcome to Favela,” Cellbit greeted.
“I render thanks to thee,” The adviser smiled.
“If you shall follow myself and Prince Pac, we shall lead you to the meeting room.
“I suppose I should introduce my staff,” the King said, whilst following, “This is my adviser Philza, my guard Etoiles, and I am King Fit of 2b2t, although I am sure you know of me,”
“We do,” Cellbit said through gritted teeth.
“But we are delighted to meet you personally,” Pac smiled, nudging Cellbit in the side.
They walked through the castle halls until they reached the grand meeting room, inside was a table, with approximately thirty chairs. There were banners of surrounding Kingdoms inside, Kingdoms which Cellbit had secured peace with, such as the Kingdom of Fools, led by King Foolish and the heir to the throne was Cellbit’s fiancé, or the Kingdom of Purgatory, led by King Aldo.
Upon sitting down, Philza got straight to business.
“I assume you do not wish for us to wage war, correct?”
“Correct,” Cellbit sat straight.
“Well, the only other way we settle this is with a marriage,”
“Between who?” Pac asked.
“My liege here, and a prince of your king’s choice,”
“And there is no other way you are willing to settle this?” Cellbit asked, “Not through an alliance or something else,”
“An alliance gets us nowhere,” King Fit spoke up, “Your Kingdom has the power of all the other kingdoms, having an alliance with each, and your land has resources,”
“And you want this power?” Cellbit asked.
“Well of course,”
“So, you are willing to go to war for it?” Pac asked.
“I will do what I must,” Fit said.
“Even if it risks leaving your son fatherless?”
“Pac,” Cellbit panicked.
“No, no, Cellbit let me finish, Fit, I’ve done my research, you have a son, Ramon, is it?”
“Yes, and you best leave him alone,”
“I’m not threatening him, you are,”
“Explain,” he spat.
“Well, you are assuming your army beats ours, what if it doesn’t, our guards wouldn’t hesitate to take your head, and I assume you don’t wish for your son to become King at such a young age,”
“No, I don’t, but I shall repeat myself, marriage or war,”
“Did you or your adviser choose this?” Cellbit asked.
“My adviser, but I trust him fully, and have listened to his reasoning, which I do agree with,”
“I’m sorry Cellbit but I have a few more questions for his majesty over there,”
“Fire away Pac,”
“So… if we did agree to a marriage, you are willing to have an arranged marriage yourself?”
“Yes, I don’t require love, whatever is best for my kingdom and son,”
“So, you risk war, and you are willing to give up your chance for love all for more power?”
“Yes.”
“Okay… if we did agree to a fake marriage, who would know the truth?”
“I would, King Cellbit would, Philza would, whoever marries me, you would, and one of my servants who will serve whoever marries me,”
“And how would you make the marriage convincing to those who don’t know?”
“We’d follow the customs of both Kingdoms,” Philza said.
“And Prince Pac, I find it odd that you call your king by his name and not title,” Fit laughed, “Why is that?”
“I am his brother, and the rightful heir to the throne, I am higher up of the social hierarchy than he is,”
“And yet you are a prince,” Cellbit smirked, “But, King Fit, do not be fooled, I am only the public image of King, Pac deserves it more, and works harder, having the true duties of a king, he just wished to stay out of the spotlight,”
“So, marriage or war?” Philza asked.
“May I have a word with my brother?” Cellbit asked.
“You have five minutes,” Fit scoffed.
Cellbit practically dragged Pac out of the room panicking, he really wasn’t sure of what to do, if they declared war a lot of people would die and the chances were that Favela would lose, sure they had a strong army but 2b2t had a stronger one. Cellbit began to hyperventilate.
“Cellbit,”
“...”
“Cellbit?”
“...”
“Cellbit, eu preciso que você respire,” (I need you to breathe)
“Desculpe, eu simplesmente não sei o que fazer,” (Sorry I just don’t know what to do,)
“Eu tenho uma ideia, mas você não vai gostar,” (I have an idea, but you aren’t going to like it)
“Apenas me diga,” (Just tell me)
“Eu vou me casar com ele,” (I’m going to marry him)
“Não,”
“Apenas ouça, meu papel como príncipe é proteger meu reino, bem, estou fazendo exatamente isso,” (Just listen, my role as a prince is to protect my kingdom, well, I'm doing just that)
“Você não veria mais nenhum de nós, seria enviado para outro reino, perderia seu livre arbítrio,” (You wouldn't see any more of us, you'd be sent to another realm, you'd lose your free will)
“Eu sei,” (I know)
“Eu não posso deixar você ir,” (I can’t let you go)
“Você prefere me ter vivo e casado ou morto?” (Would you rather have me alive and married or dead?)
“Vivo…” (Alive…)
“Diga a eles que concordamos com o casamento, mas temos que fazer um contrato primeiro,” (Tell them we agreed to the marriage, but we have to make a contract first)
“Tudo bem, mas Pac, eu realmente aprecio você e, ao mesmo tempo, odeio você por isso,” (Alright, but Pac, I really appreciate you and at the same time hate you for it)
“Eu também te amo,” (I love you too)
“Vá encontrar Mike e Bagi, diga a eles, eu vou lidar com esses caras,” (Go find Mike and Bagi, tell them, I'm going to deal with these guys)
Pac ran, he ran faster than he had ever run in his life, almost crashing into multiple servants, obviously he apologised, he was a prince, not cruel. He ran to the secret library, and pushed Felps aside, running to hold his son in an embrace. Richas struggled against his father’s grip but eventually he relaxed into it.
Both Bagi and Mike were immediately concerned, nobody left a meeting with a foreign king without there being an issue, and if that didn’t make it the fact there was an issue clear, Pac’s tears certainly did.
Eventually Pac let Richas go, and Bagi sank to his level, giving him a hug herself. She allowed him to cry into her royal gown, despite her quite liking this one. Pac knew that she knew the issue was serious, and he would be the one to tell them, not Cellbit, which meant he had to figure out how to tell Mike of his marriage without Mike immediately storming to the meeting room and killing both his own king and the king of 2b2t.
“Pac, o que há de errado??” Bagi asked, voice stern. (Pac, what’s wrong?)
“Felps, tranque a porta, e levar Richas para meus aposentos” Pac ordered. (Felps, lock the door and take Richas to my chambers)
“Sim, meu príncipe,” (Yes, my prince)
“Pac, o que está acontecendo?” Mike asked. (Pac, what is going on?)
“O rei de 2b2t, ele havia declarado guerra ou casamento,” (The king of 2b2t, he had declared war or marriage)
“Cellbit vai consertar, não se preocupe,” Bagi smiled (Cellbit will fix it, don't worry)
“Ele não pode... então eu me ofereci,” (He can’t… so I volunteered)
“NO CASAMENTO?” Mike yelled (IN MARRIAGE?)
“Sim,”
“Cellbit não aceitou, não é?” Bagi asked. (Cellbit didn’t accept it, did he?)
“Sim, Mikey, por favor, não fique bravo,” (Mikey, please don't get mad)
“Você acabou de vender sua vida, claro que estou chateado,” (You have just sold your life, of course I’m upset)
“Pelo nosso Reino,” (For our Kingdom)
“Onde está esse rei?” (Where is this King?)
“Eu não estou lhe dizendo, e você não tem permissão para sair desta sala até que ele saia,” Pac stated (I'm not telling you, and you're not allowed to leave this room until he leaves)
“Eu sou o príncipe herdeiro, você é apenas um príncipe, você não me comanda,” (I am the crown prince, you are just a prince, you do not command me)
“Você pode ser um príncipe herdeiro, mas eu era o príncipe herdeiro antes de você, antes de Cellbit e antes de Bagi,” (You may be a crown prince, but I was the crown prince before you, before Cellbit, and before Bagi)
“Ninguém além de você e da Cellbit sabe como isso funciona,” Bagi said(No one but you and Cellbit knows how this works)
“Cellbit é rei, mas eu assumo deveres reais, e se eu quisesse, poderia dizer a ele que queria ser rei e então eu seria, eu tenho prioridade sobre ele,” (Cellbit is king, but I take on royal duties, and if I wanted to, I could tell him I wanted to be king and then I would be, I have priority over him)
“Então você é tecnicamente rei, mas não oficialmente?” Mike asked. (So, you're technically king, but not officially?)
“Sim,”
“Se você se casar com este rei, o que acontecerá com o nosso reino sem você?” Bagi asked. (If you marry this king, what will happen to our kingdom without you?)
“Você e Mike terão que intensificar e ajudar a Cellbit,” (You and Mike will have to step up and help Cellbit)
“Ele não vai se casar com o rei bárbaro,” Mike spat. (He will not marry the barbarian king)
“Você não tem voz no assunto,” (You have no say in the matter)
“Quanto tempo nos resta para dizer adeus?” Bagi asked, sorrow casting a shadow over her face. (How much time do we have left to say goodbye?)
“Eu não sei…” (I don’t know)
“Eu terminei, deixe-me sair desta sala, sua majestade,” Mike said, voice laced with poison and hatred. (I'm done, let me out of this room, your majesty)
“Não, Bagi, confio em você para manter Mike sob controle, por favor, nenhum de vocês diga a Richas,” (No, Bagi, I trust you to keep Mike under control, please, none of you tell Richas)
Pac left the room, locking it behind him, leaving both Mike and Bagi trapped in the room, Felps was with Richas, so Pac knew his son was safe. He’d go and unlock the door once King Fit had left the castle.
Cellbit walked back into the room, where Fit and Philza were still sitting. They questioned his presence without Pac, he simply said he’d sent him to speak to the other princes, and the two accepted it.
They asked him if he’d reached a decision yet, he nodded. He didn’t speak to them, instead whispering to one of his guards to retrieve his book and quill to create a contract, but neither of the others heard.
Once his guard returned, Cellbit set down the book and quill on the table, and placed his crown, off of his own head, down next to it, the action was copied by King Fit, who placed his own crown down on top of the table.
“Your decision?” Philza asked, beginning to feel impatient.
“You will marry my brother Prince Pac,” Cellbit sighed.
“Then why had he left, if it is his marriage you are arranging?” Philza asked.
“And what if I don’t want him, he seemed to disrespect you, I won’t have him disrespect me,” Fit said.
“He won’t, I can assure you that, but I am not just handing him over to you, there will be a contract,”
“Of course, as there must be,” Philza smirked, “But we will included terms for both Kingdoms,”
“No abuse, you even so much as lay a hand on him, and he will return and all the kingdoms will reign war on you,” Cellbit stated.
“I deem that just,” Fit said.
“Prince Pac must come live in 2b2t,” Philza said.
“Fine…” Cellbit grit his teeth, “He is permitted communication to us here though,”
“Fine,” Philza said.
“No infidelity, you chose the marriage, you aren’t allowed to go and cheat on him, in any way shape or form,”
“Agreed, and vice versa for him too,” Fit said.
“You will make your best efforts to give him comfort,”
“We may be known as the barbaric kingdom but we aren’t monsters,” Philza showed offence.
“”Visitation-”
“When I permit it,” Fit cut in, “He may visit when I permit it, it’s a two-day ride between kingdoms, too much for frequent visits,”
“When he wishes,” Cellbit argued.
“No, when I permit it, else he’d spend his entire time in Favela, and that is a deal breaker,”
“Fine, when you permit it,”
“Is he fluent in common?” Philza asked.
“Yes, all my brothers are, every prince here is raised to learn all languages, common, Portuguese, Spanish, etcetera,”
“Then he must speak common in our presence,”