The Best Kind of Revenge: Part 1
So, this is a thing that I am writing for @laurent-ofvere who, like me, ships Nikandros and Auguste from the Captive Prince series. We are a rare breed, and must stick together. So, here you go, love.
It had been six years since the battle at Marlas. Auguste of Vere was a well loved king, not only in his kingdom, but even Akielos and Patras revered his rule. He was fair to his people, listening to the needs of the poor and the woes of the rich. He was just, and kind, and, most importantly to his council, he was single.
Now at the age of thirty one, auguste had been without a wife or lover since the passing of his beloved Olivia, who had died giving birth to his stillborn son four years prior. It seemed in everyone’s best interest to let their king grieve as he saw fit if hthey ever wanted to step foot in the great hall again. Laurent, now nearing his twenty first year, was supremely loyal to his brother, and was willing to fight tooth and nail to make sure that he never got hurt again.
He still remembered that day, years ago when he saw that sword enter his brother’s body on the battlefield. He still saw the blood, a deep crimson in comparison to the shining steel dripping off of his sword. Laurent could no longer think of it as Damianos’ sword. Damen, the king of Akielos, and Laurents lover, would have never broken his brothers skin. Not on purpose.
Laurent felt a nudge from his left, where Auguste sat, raising an eyebrow at his distracted brother. They were sitting on their respective thrones in the great hall, listening, yet again, to one of the council members try to get Auguste to at least consider taking another bride, lest he fall ill and die right that moment.
“Do you not think,” the king began, silencing the council member immediately.
“No, brother. He doesn’t.” Laurent managed to interject before Auguste could continue. A smirk appeared on the king’s face before he could stop it, but he continued nonetheless.
“Do you not think that my brother, prince Laurent of Vere, is a capable ruler in my stead? I do not see the need for me to marry again, only to breed the next generation of kings and royalty when I already have a very capable successor by my side. Do you not agree, councillor?”
The councillor could only open and close his mouth, no noise permeating the air as the king and prince looked on in expectation and amusement, respectively.
“Was it not my brother who discovered the plot of our uncle, who had planned the murders of the entire royal household? Was it not he who summoned the very physician who saved my life on the fields at Marlas? Or who expanded our trade routes with both Akielos and patras, almost single handedly?” All the councillor could do was nod his head, admitting defeat on the subject as the king continued.
“So, why is it that I need an heir, produced by me and a woman who I may not even love, when one of the most brilliant minds in the country sits at my side?”
There was no answer.
“Okay,” Laurent interjected in the silence of the room. “So, there is no issue to be discussed, is there? You are free to go, councillor.”
Never before had either of the two seen a member of the court exit a room so fast. Once the large doors were closed behind the councillors retreating back, the brother relaxed their posture on their thrones and fell into a fit of laughter over the entire situation.
It took several minutes for either of the two to calm down enough to speak. It was auguste who found his control first.
“Im sure you know that we are expecting visitors in the next day or so? I’m sure you’ve been writing to king Damianos non stop since his last visit to Vere.”
Laurent nodded enthusiastically, a bright smile on his face at the thought of seeing Damen again.
“Yes. I am quite looking forward to it. Though we may have to skip out on some of the festivities. Lost time and all.” Auguste smiled knowingly as he nodded at his brother.
“Just be sure to show your face at some of the parties please? There is enough court gossip about you and the king of Akielos already. Don’t feed the fire this time.” Laurent gave a noncommittal shrug before he continued as if his brother had never spoken.
“I think we’ll have to. Damen told me that he’s bringing Nikandros with him this time. And that man hates me. He always interrupts whenever I get a spare moment with Damen. He follows us when we go riding, or if we go into one of the smaller villages. We never get a moment alone when he’s around!”
When he was finished, Laurent’s face was red and his speech sounded more like a complaining toddler than a prince’s woes. Auguste couldn’t help but smile as his brother tried to compose himself again.
“I remember, you’ve told me about Nikandros before. Kryos of Ios, yes? One of king Damianos’ most trusted advisors. I’m surprised that I’ve never met him before. I look forward to sharing his woes about you and his king. He’s not the only one who suffers through watching the two of you together, you know.”
Laurent rolled his eyes and stood from his throne, stretching his arms into the air as he said, “Yes. Im sure the two of you will have a lovely time regaling your tragic woes of having to watch two people be in love. Have fun with that.”
Auguste smirked as he watched his brother walk away from the thrones, probably to retreat into the kitchens or the library to write yet another letter to the king of Akielos.
I don’t know when I’ll be able to get the next part done, but I’m gonna try my hardest to keep my updates pretty frequent. Once I get a little more substance to the story, I’ll upload it to AO3. Hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to come scream at me in my messages and ask box!