Author: Air-Head-Ry PM
The Kingdoms of Derse and Prospit have been in a vicious war for years, and the Queen of Prospit is ready to end it, so when the youngest Prince of Derse, Dave, becomes a Knight, she hatches a plan to finally end the war once and for all. AU more insideRated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Friendship - Dave S. & Davesprite - Chapters: 19 - Words: 57,334 - Reviews: 57 - Favs: 38 - Follows: 42 - Updated: 01-27-13 - Published: 03-26-12 - id: 7961666
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
AU: Homestuck Characters but set to a 'medieval theme'. Rated T for some language, suggestive/sexual themes, though no lemons or smut is planned
Warning: This story contains the following, but not bad enough to warrant an M rating, if anything mentioned in the story is too graphic just let me know.
- Mild Violence
- Mild Torture
- Suggestive Themes
- Multiple pairings throughout between all the beta and alpha kids, and the troll/humans.
- Trolls are human in this story
- AU: The story is based in a medieval setting, if the characters show slight OoC'ness, its only due to their different upbringings.
The Kingdom of Derse and the Kingdom of Prospit have been in a fierce battle for years, and on his 13th Birthday, Dave is thrust into that battle, but the Queen of Prospit has a plan, and her plan involves Dave. Will the Queen have her way with Dave, or will her gentle daughter, Princess Jade stop her? Will Dirk be willing to give up everything to save Dave?
Set in a medieval world, full of spies, treason, love, hate, betrayal, and people willing to break the laws for their love.
In a land far away, rested two warring Kingdoms, Derse and Prospit. The King of Derse, a large, battle-toughened man by the name of King Kaiser Von Strider ruled the land with a strict, yet caring hand. He had rules cemented into place, where breaking them meant death - bringing crime to a complete standstill. Though some of his methods were unorthodox, the people of Derse looked up to their King, and worshiped the ground he stood upon. They bowed to him, and knew with all their hearts he would lead them to victory over the Prospitians. King Strider was a bold man, who wanted as many heir's as possible, but due to the murder of his beloved Queen, at the hands of Assassins from Prospit, he was left with three heirs, Crown Prince Dirk, and the twins, Prince Dave, and Princess Rose.
The Murder of the Queen made the King's heart bitter, and fuelled the fire between the two Kingdoms - sparking more Assassination Attempts, and bloodier battles. Both sides had fallen dark, afraid of their own shadows - constantly looking for the enemies spies…and for that, many innocent people had already fallen.
The Queen of Prospit however, Queen Aphelia Del Harley, did little to quell the hatred between the two Kingdoms. Her hatred of the Kingdom of Derse was too engraved in her system for her to ever look back. Rumour once had it that the Queen had a crush on King Strider, but when he chose her sister, she became bitter and swore revenge. Her bitterness extended to nearly all men, and she often treated the men of her country poorly, requiring them all to enlist in the army. Her distrust for men left her with very little romantic conquers, and while it was rumoured she could have three children, she only displayed one - her little Princess Jade.
For years the war between Prospit and Derse raged on, getting angrier and more violent with age - but back at home, in the Capitol of Derse, things were much different…
CHAPTER ONE: Forbidden Love, and Coming Of Age
A gunshot rang through the trees, and the birds launched into the air with startled cries. A few more gunshots followed after it, causing more birds to fly up in panic.
Below the tree-level rested a beautiful meadow - the luscious green grass swaying in the cool, summer breeze was only interrupted every now and again by a beautiful patch of wild flowers, or the cool stream that ran through the center. If it was not fore the two figures fighting near the center of the meadow, everything would look perfect and peaceful.
A teen with brilliant orange eyes, narrow-chiselled jaw, and wild, brushed back blond hair lunged forward, a long and slender katana in his hand. A slightly shorter teen, with black hair and darker skin, and a leaner muscle-mass quickly jumped backwards, and out of the way of the blade. His green eyes were wide with excitement, and there was a bright smile across his face. The moment he finished his back-step, he reached out his arm and aimed his gun at the blonde, but the blonde simply retaliated by quickly jumping out, and kicking the raven-haired teen to the ground.
He gasped as he landed in the grass, feeling the wind escape from his lungs. Before he could realize what happened, someone had kicked the gun out of his hand and was leaning over him. He opened his eyes and saw the blonde's orange eyes peering into his own.
"Righty-o then… looks like once again you've got me." He said with a smile, "Looks like you win again, Your Majesty."
The Blonde dropped down and straddled the raven-haired teen's waist, still leaning forward to pin his arms to the ground, "How many times do I have to tell you, just call me Dirk."
"Er, right. Sorry about that ol' chum!" The other grunted, "Now be a good sport and let me up?"
"You think I'm finished with you yet, English?" Dirk smiled, a lock of his hair falling into his face,
"Well, quite." The other said, "I think I am quite done getting my ass beat for one day."
A coy smile crossed Dirk's face, "Really? Are you sure about that?" The other looked confused for a second, but Dirk replied to it by bending down and kissing the other on the neck, "I'd like to beat your ass some more."
The teen gasped, and ached his back as Dirk moved up, kissing further up his neck, until he was kissing his jaw and then his lips.
"B-But what if someone sees us out here?" The Raven haired teen gasped between kisses,
"There is no one here for miles. These are the King's own private hunting grounds." Dirk promised,
"That's my point." He shivered under Dirk's touch, "What we're doing… its illegal - forbidden. He'd lock me up in the stocks if he saw what we are doing, and I can't even imagine what he'd do to you…"
Dirk frowned, "I'm not to worried. I won't let them lock you up."
With the reassurance, the raven-haired teen gave up the fight, and wrapped his arms around Dirk's torso, embracing his kisses.
"Hey Bro! Jake! You two over here?"
The raven-haired teen panicked. He felt Dirk quickly pull back, but the blonde did not move, he remained straddling his hips - but the Raven knew by how tense that Dirk felt above him, that the blonde was fighting to keep his composure. It did not matter - they were caught.
"Oh…" A younger boy, maybe at the beginning of his teen years had entered the clearing. Unlike the two older teens wearing loose-fitting leather and cotton designed for training or hunting, this boy was dressed in the finest silk Derse had to offer. His blonde hair was shorter then Dirk's and his eyes were red instead of orange, but besides that, the resemblance was clear.
Dirk's younger brother, the young Prince Dave stood awkwardly at the edge of the clearing, his purple cape, embroided with the Derse Royalty symbol, waved around his ankles as he stood there.
Slowly, Dirk started to climb to his feet. Feeling himself freed under the weight of the other teen, the raven-haired teen quickly slid free and jumped uneasily to his feet, "D-Dave! H-howdy mate."
"Hey…Jake." Dave replied flatly. There was no disguising the discomfort in his voice, though he was trying to act cool about it.
Jake blushed and looked at the ground, unable to say anything. He was busted - they were caught in the act by no one other then the Prince himself. He felt Dirk squeeze his shoulder affectionately, and saw him step in front of him, before walking over to his little brother.
"Dave." Was all Dirk said, now standing just in front of his younger brother.
Dave folded his arms, keeping his perfect 'poker face' intact, "Bro."
Jake felt awkward all over. It was his fault…Dirk was going to get in trouble now…maybe even loose the Crown title, all because the two had fallen in love. He balled his hands into fists, his entire body shaking, "Your Majesty! Please don't tell your father! It was my fault!"
"Your fault?" Dirk repeated flatly,
Dave sighed and pushed passed his older brother and into the clearing, "I really don't give a fuck what you two do in your spare time."
"You don't?" Jake asked, his jaw dropping.
"Fuck no." Dave shrugged, though there was still no hiding the awkwardness and confusion on his face, "Whatever floats your boat I guess."
"So you won't tell him then?" Jake asked, running his fingers through his hair,
"Nah. None of my business." Dave shrugged, "As long as I'm not the one to break it to Dad, then its all cool."
"Dave…" Dirk finally said. Jake shivered, Dirk had remained awfully silent this entire time.
"What's up Bro?" Dave said, turning around,
"Promise me." He replied, reaching out and grabbing Dave by the shoulders.
"Ack!" Dave gasped, "Dude! Don't touch the cape."
"Promise to keep this between the three of us, our little secret?" Dirk said tonelessly,
"What do I have to do? Form a pact with blood? I already told you I don't give a shit." Dave brushed Dirk's hands off his shoulders, "My lips are so fucking sealed, they are like wax on a motherfucking letter."
Jake let out a sigh, he saw Dirk relax as well. Maybe he had misjudged Dave? He really did not have much contact with the younger Prince. Ever since he was given as a slave to the Crown Prince on his thirteenth birthday all those years ago, his eyes had only ever been on his job - to make Dirk happy. And he tried everything to fulfil that job. His quest to be the best servant possible made him expand from a regular servant, to eventually a friend, and now a lover - and he would not have it any other way. He loved Dirk - more then anything, and would do anything for him - even betray his orders…
Dirk's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, "Thanks. Now what are you doing here?"
"Being the cock-block, what else?" Dave replied, "But seriously, Dad's summoning us. He wants us in the thrown room now."
"Tell him you could not find us." Dirk said,
"Yeah, I was going to do that." Dave shrugged, "Just thought I'd walk around a bit, and look like my ass is busy searching before I go back. You know what an asswipe Dad can be sometimes."
"W-we're not going just yet?" Jake asked. Dirk fell silent again.
"Nah man…you guys… have fun here. I'm sure if you show up to the thrown room sweaty and smelly - with messy hair and dishevelled clothing like fucking bums, you could chalk that up to training…but showing up with damn bulges in your pants and the urge to fuck each other might give something away."
Jake's face flushed red and he looked down, unable to meet the younger Prince's face, "Not cool…"
"Get out of here squirt." Dirk snapped, grabbing Dave by the shoulder and pushing him back into the woods.
"Alright, alright. I'm going." Dave complained, "Sheesh."
Dirk waited until Dave was out of sight before turning around, "Now, where were we?"
Jake blushed, "I don't know, Dirk. We were already caught once before…maybe we should just go see what The King wants?"
"Fuck that." Dirk snapped, "I'll drag you into the most sheltered part of the woods if I have to."
Jake smiled, "Righty-o then, Strider!"
... ... ... ... ...
"Where is Dirk and Jake?"
Dave walked down the long hallway, carpeted with burgundy carpet, trimmed with a deep purple. Purple fabric stretched from pillar to pillar down the hallway, draping down at the columns in waves. Through the gaps, a long and yellowed with age tapestry depicting the war between Prospit and Derse, from the beginning to current affairs.
A blonde haired girl, the same height as Dave, walked next to him, her hair draping down her back in a long braid. She wore a dress of the rich and vibrant colours of Derse, the purple and black gown hanging close and form-fitting to her body. A large purple bow was tied around her middle, leaving two long ribbons trailing on the ground behind her. She clenched a large book to her chest as she walked.
Being not only the only girl in the family, and on top of that, the youngest, meant that Princess Rose had no chance at ever ascending the throne of Derse. She was not even given the same lessons as Dirk and Dave. Dave was given the same lessons as Dirk, just in case something were to happen to the Crown Prince, that Dave would be ready to take the throne if need be. Rose however, was not allowed to participate in these lessons, and instead looked for knowledge elsewhere - which to Dave seemed unfair. Out of the three of them, Rose seemed to be the smartest and the most level-headed.
Instead of the lessons given to a Prince, Rose took her thirst for knowledge in a completely different location. She studied hard under the wing of the King's own Sorcerer, the Great Sorcerer Albeit Grimdark. And through the Sorcerer's strict teachings, even though Rose was only thirteen, she was already a powerful Sorceress herself. She knew magic not normally known to children her age.
Dave wondered whether or not he should tell Rose about what he just saw between Dirk and his servant. He looked over at her, studying her face to try and judge her mood, trying to think through her reaction. Unlike Dave, Rose was almost as straightforward and strict as their Father. There was no judging her reaction.
She caught him staring at her and raised an eyebrow, "Something on your mind, Brother?"
"Uh… yeah. Just hypothetically speaking, what if…" He stopped his sentence mid-sentence because Rose had stopped walking. She was clenching the book tightly to her chest and staring coldly at the wall. Dave looked up to see what she was staring at. The tapestry decorating the wall was done years ago, back before the war between the two Kingdoms got so intense.
It was depicting the murder of their mother. Poisoned to death by a 'loving and congratulation gift' from her sister, the Queen of Prospit. It was that murder that sparked the rage between the two Kingdoms, and started all this hatred. It had happened shortly after Dave and Rose was born. Their mother was still weak and frail from giving birth to twins, and the poison was just enough to finish her off, so the two had barely met her when she died.
"You know why Father is sending for us, don't you?" Rose asked, unable to tear her eyes away from the tapestry.
"Actually, no. I don't." Dave shrugged, "And personally, I don't care."
"You should." her voice was low, full of grief,
"Rose?" Dave asked, reaching out his hand to pat her on the shoulder, but his twin sister just moved out of his reach, and started walking back down the hallway.
"Dave… today is your thirteenth birthday. The thirteenth eve or the Queens Death." She did not stop, nor look back at him.
"Yeah, so?" Dave hurried to keep up to her. He wondered how she could move so fast in that dress.
"Tonight will be your Coming of Age Ceremony." Rose had her head bowed, her chin resting on the soft pages of the book,
"Your point?" Dave said, sounding thoroughly bored, "It will just be another boring ceremony, and another excuse for Father to throw one of his lavish parties."
"Since you are not the Crowned Prince… you will be Knighted tonight…" Her voice was unsteady, sad.
"I really have no idea what your getting at." Dave replied, "We already knew this."
Rose stopped dead in her tracks, "Don't you see, Dave!" She turned around to face him, her eyes full of tears, "Tonight Father will make you a Knight of Derse, and you'll have to go off to war."
Dave stopped walking as well and looked at her, he wanted to comfort her, but did not know how. He had known all his life that the King would make him a Knight at his Coming of Age Ceremony, and that he would one day be in charge of the Kingdoms Military. So why was she so upset?
"If something were to happen to you out there…I'll never forgive you." She snapped,
Dave smiled, "Don't worry Sis, I'll be so slick, those Prospit bastards won't know what hit them."
"I'll hold you to that." She nodded, fighting to regain her composure, "Where is our brother and his servant?"
"Bro and Jake?" Dave asked, "Couldn't find em."
"Dirk skipping out again?"
"Father will not like that."
"I don't care."
Rose cracked a smile, "Sometimes I worry about those two. I mean, they spend so much time alone together, people may think things."
Dave felt a shiver go up his spine, "And that's bad because?"
"Its illegal and Jake could be executed for it." Rose replied, "And Dirk could loose his title of Crowned Prince to set an example for the Kingdom."
Dave turned away from her and looked ahead, trying to keep a straight face, "Let's just find out what Father wants."
Rose looked at Dave with a crooked, almost sly smile, "Of course."
So, please tell me what you think! This is my very first fan fiction… usually I just read them or help people with theirs, never write them. So please tell me what you think! I'll try to keep updates fast, because I know how annoying it is to have slow updates. Oh! And since this is my first story, please tell me if the format is easy to read, or if I should change it up, thank you so much!
And yes, you can notice Roxy and Jane are not mentioned, though Dirk and Jake are clearly in this chapter, don't worry. They come in later, as do the rest of the characters. The first chapter is just introducing the story and the settings.