Gone

Markus’ breathing was shallow, he was pale and shivering. He felt cold, even though he was burning up. His mouth and jaw hurt from being gagged for so long, and he hadn’t had any water or food since they had set sail. Someone had made sure he had drank something and had a bit of bread before, so he wouldn’t die most likely.

He felt like he was dying, though he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to. So he was probably being kept alive, even though he was sick.
Markus didn’t notice Oliver, he was barely conscious. And in the bad lighting inside the ship here with the supplies, and his paleness, the white patches on his skin caused by his pigment disorder were easy to be overlooked.

Gone

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Open starter ~ Royalty AU ~

The king was missing. Almost four years ago, the king and queen had been murdered, the oldest son had left the kingdom, and the second son was just fifteen. He had been forced to become king at such a young age, but had upkept the kingdome. It was as kind, open-minded and accepting as his parents had been, and as he himself was. His one flaw was, that he was too forgiving.

No one had seen it happen. A servant said king Markus had gone into the gardens, but there was no sign of him, or any sign of him having been taken. But he was gone, and the news spread like wildfire. The kingdom had no ruler, other than the royal adviser, which had to keep the kingdom calm, and find the king again.

Markus leaned heavily against the wood of the barrel. He couldn’t hear a lot going on anymore, since he was with all of the food supply. Surrounded by more barrels, holding fresh water.

He had no clue how much time passed, and what time it might be now. He just knee he was sick, and tired, so he tried to sleep. Hoping nothing too terrible awaited him wherever they were bringing him.

Gone

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Open starter ~ Royalty AU ~

The king was missing. Almost four years ago, the king and queen had been murdered, the oldest son had left the kingdom, and the second son was just fifteen. He had been forced to become king at such a young age, but had upkept the kingdome. It was as kind, open-minded and accepting as his parents had been, and as he himself was. His one flaw was, that he was too forgiving.

No one had seen it happen. A servant said king Markus had gone into the gardens, but there was no sign of him, or any sign of him having been taken. But he was gone, and the news spread like wildfire. The kingdom had no ruler, other than the royal adviser, which had to keep the kingdom calm, and find the king again.

Oliver wasn’t anyone special within the kingdom. He and his brothers were so-called ’ reformed ’ mercenaries who tended to keep a low profile. He had heard of the young king’s disappearing act when it had happened, but the stability of the kingdom wasn’t particularly his concern. If things went downhill too quickly and there was little or nothing that he could gain from it, he would travel somewhere else. It had been a short while since they had moved.

Markus didn’t know where he was. It had been days, days that turned into weeks. All he knew was, that he was transported out of his kingdom via a ship, mostly since he could hear it and heard a few snippets of conversation sometimes.

On the ship, he was stuck in a barrel. No one cared to try and keep him somewhat healthy; he didn’t get food or water, and he could barely sleep. He was getting sick, he had a fever. Wrists and ankles bound tightly together, gagged.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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@googleoliver

Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

“Of course. I’m glad you like it here.”, Markus said and smiled lightly. He was glad Oliver liked it here so far, and he hoped that it would stay that way.

Markus finished his salad around the time the others did as well. He may not have a lot, but he took a long time to eat anyways.
“I hope you don’t mind not spending a lot of time around me.”, he said and sighed softly. He had a busy schedule, and for most of it Oliver wasn’t required to stay with him. He could stay with him while he studied, though he doubted Oliver would be interested in learning how to be a king.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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@googleoliver

Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

Markus hummed softly and nodded. It sounded nice, having a big family. He had always wanted a younger sibling.
“Are you close to them?”, he asked, curious. Everyone knew about his brother and why he wasn’t king, so Markus didn’t even think about talking about him, or anything related to how close they had been. He didn’t think anyone would care about anything more personal from him.

“I was, in a way.”, Oliver shrugged. His eldest brother had taken care of them when he had lost his parents, for a while, before he was called back to fight in some foreign war. He was unsure where he was now, or his other older brother. “But not as close as you might expect brothers to be. They’re busy a lot.”

Markus nodded lightly. He had never been too close to his own brother, though he had admired him a lot. He still did, in a way, and he still loved him too, though they hadn’t seen each other since he left. He wished he were still in contact with him.

“Are you glad to be here?”, he continued asking then, not bothering to talk about himself. He had been taught, more or less, that talking about himself was unnecessary.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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@googleoliver

Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

Markus hummed softly and nodded. It sounded nice, having a big family. He had always wanted a younger sibling.
“Are you close to them?”, he asked, curious. Everyone knew about his brother and why he wasn’t king, so Markus didn’t even think about talking about him, or anything related to how close they had been. He didn’t think anyone would care about anything more personal from him.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

googleoliver:

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@googleoliver

Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

“I don’t suppose so.”, Markus replied softly, also not really wanting anyone else overhearing their conversation. Picking away at his salad, fiddling with his fork around.

“I just wanted some company, though I hope you won’t mind if I ask about you.”, he explained and smiled softly. He would like to get to know Oliver a little more.

“What would you like to know?”, he asked. He didn’t particularly mind the king asking about him, but he couldn’t help but be perplexed as to why he would even consider it. But Oliver wouldn’t consider turning down his request. Markus was a different kind of king, which made him a little curious.

“What’s your family like?”, Markus asked, curious. “You don’t have to answer anything if you don’t like to. I’m just really curious to know more about you.”, he hummed.

He liked to know his servants, and other people he had to do with a lot. He knew a few things of pretty much every servant and adviser.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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@googleoliver

Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

“I don’t suppose so.”, Markus replied softly, also not really wanting anyone else overhearing their conversation. Picking away at his salad, fiddling with his fork around.

“I just wanted some company, though I hope you won’t mind if I ask about you.”, he explained and smiled softly. He would like to get to know Oliver a little more.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

googleoliver:

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@googleoliver

Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

There weren’t a lot of people. The Advisers were allowed to sit here, and a few nobles that were here. There were quite a few seats room between Markus, Oliver and the rest, so it was no wonder Markus wanted Oliver close to him. And since he was a noble anyways, it wasn’t all that bad. No one would say anything about it, no one would question Markus’ decisions.

It would be three courses most likely, since Markus ate on time for once.

Oliver sat down in the seat that Markus had given him, occasionally glancing over at the king. He remained quiet, uncertain if he was supposed to speak or not. He vaguely recognised a few people as friends of his parents or his older siblings. Oliver provided them with friendly smiles but that was all. It was difficult to speak to them – the last time that most of them had seen him was when his mother had died.

“You can talk with me, if you’d like to.”, Markus said softly. He would love to for once have a normal conversation during dinner. If anyone talked to him otherwise, it was usually just things about the kingdom or such, what he didn’t want to think about yet.

The first course was served, and Markus’ plate was noticably smaller in comparison to the rest. He never ate a lot, which was why he couldn’t eat a full course like everyone else, but barely half of it. But at least he ate.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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@googleoliver

Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

There weren’t a lot of people. The Advisers were allowed to sit here, and a few nobles that were here. There were quite a few seats room between Markus, Oliver and the rest, so it was no wonder Markus wanted Oliver close to him. And since he was a noble anyways, it wasn’t all that bad. No one would say anything about it, no one would question Markus’ decisions.

It would be three courses most likely, since Markus ate on time for once.