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Alfred set his plastic shovel aside, sand caked on his hands as he grinned triumphantly at the castle now sitting in front of him. It had four towers, and even a moat and drawbridge to protect it from invading thieves! He smoothed down a wall, patting the sand firmly into place. Matthew was carefully patting down the sand on the opposite side, building a wall around the castle for extra defense.
"This is our kingdom, Mattie!" he exclaimed, standing and peering down at their work. "I’m Prince Alfred, protector! You can be Knight!"
Matthew looked up at him with a small smile. “Okay!” He looked back at the castle, before asking, “Are there princesses?”
Alfred scrunched his nose. “Ew. No. Girls aren’t allowed in our kingdom! Except for Mom, who’s the Queen!” He wasn’t about to tell the best cook in the world to stay out of his kingdom.
"Are there wizards?"
Alfred and Matthew both looked at the new voice that came from another little boy standing at the edge of the sandbox. He had blond hair like them, but green eyes and large, fuzzy-looking eyebrows. He was skinny and pale, twisting his hands together as he observed their creation.
"Do you think we need wizards?" Matthew asked, standing from his crouch and brushing his knees off.
The boy nodded. “Wizards control the magic in the kingdom,” he said, and Alfred thought he sounded funny, but a good funny. “They help knights fight dragons and evil sorcerers.”
Alfred blinked, frowning. “What’s a sor-ser?”
"Sorcerer," the boy pronounced. "They’re like wizards, but bad." He paused. "Well, I guess they could be good, if they used their magic properly. But usually they’re evil."
Alfred hummed in thought before a wide smile spread on his face. “Okay! We could use a wizard, don’tcha think, Mattie?” Matthew nodded eagerly, and Alfred turned back to the boy. “I’m Alfred! This is my brother Mattie! What’s your name?”
"Why do you sound so funny, Artie?" Alfred asked, pleased that he now had a name. Arthur scowled, crossing his arms.
"I’m from England," he announced. "Everyone there sounds like I do. You two are the ones that sound strange."
Alfred laughed. “Nice ta meetcha, Artie! Now c’mon!” He turned and picked his shovel up again, brandishing it in front of him. “We have dragons to fight and people to protect! Let’s go get those sor-sers, Mattie!”
As it turned out, Arthur’s family had moved in just across the street from Alfred and Matthew. It was a common thing for the three to play together, whether at the park or in one another’s backyards. They were the Three Musketeers, always together, always having fun.
The leaves on the trees were full of fire and gold, and the wind nipped at Alfred’s cheeks as he buried his face in his scarf. The bench he was sitting on was worn and creaky, squeaking loudly as another form sat down beside him.
Smiling, Alfred wrapped an arm around the warm body, nuzzling into soft blond hair as he curled up into their shared heat.
"I’m pretty sure I still have sand in some of my shoes," he commented, and he felt the chuckle of his boyfriend.
"I’m sure you do," Arthur replied. He pressed more tightly against Alfred as the wind picked up. "We practically lived in the sandbox."
"It was great times. Francis missed out."
"Yes, he did, but Matthew was never as passionate about it as you, anyway."
”Us,” Alfred corrected. “Never as passionate as us."
Arthur leaned up, turning to press a light kiss to his chapped lips. “Us,” he agreed.
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