I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Swan Princess...I realllllly wish I did. I'd make Axel and Roxas come out of the closet, and for SP I'd try to fill up at least half of the gaping plotholes in the movie. Seriously, I watched it recently! I have so many questions now! But I digress. Kid's movies don't always have to make sense :)

without further ado, enjoy your crappy fanfiction :)

Once upon a time, there was a large and mighty kingdom called Kisyria. Ruled by a kind, noble king and his fair queen, Kisyria basked in the warm splendor of peace and opulence; the land as prosperous as it was green.

But the good rulers were not satisfied. For many years now the two had longed for a child, to ease the loneliness of their aging years and to pass the kingdom onto when they were gone, but time was quickly moving for both of them, and they grew more disheartened every year.

Finally, after a few more years, a miracle occurred: the queen finally bore a child. As her belly grew, the entire kingdom prepared to rejoice.

But The royal physicians feared that the queen could not bear the strain of birth, so small and slight as she was, and on All Hallows Eve, after enduring many hours of pained labor, she passed away.

But though her death was tragic and deeply felt by all, the child had survived. Despite a small scare when his breathing seemed to cease, the prince finally began to cry.

At first, the king would only look at him sadly at first, seeing his wife in everything the child did- nay, everything about him. For many weeks, he could not stand to even look at the babe, so grief-stricken as he was. He shut himself away in his study, or set himself about arranging for the Queen's funeral, and passed the boy off into the care of a young nursemaid, in a room on the opposite side of the castle.

But it could not last. His queen was dead and gone, but he had one last, wonderful gift to remember her by. Their son was truly a miracle, and yet in his heartbreak, he had so cruelly cast him aside, thinking only of the past.

Ashamed and newly motivated, the king devoted himself to raising the boy with gentle love and care, as his mother would have wanted. Luckily, the king did not find this task to be very hard at all; in mere moments, having willed away his distracting sorrow, the man felt his heart charmed by the infant prince, whose newborn eyes sparkled with so much wonder and laughed when he, young as he was, could not yet.

And so, after a long span of isolation, the king finally smiled again.

He took the baby to his carriage and held him proudly in the streets. It was as if a great shadow had lifted from the land, as the king smiled and waved and held the little prince up for all to see. He arranged a party for the following evening, and, in loving memory of his queen and the precious bond they had shared, he gave him the name 'Roxas'.

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"My dear Lucas, he's the spitting image of Roxanne!"

The king sat in his chair beside the grand fireplace, sipping his tea as he chatted with his dear childhood friend. Roxas dozed peacefully, completely undisturbed by occasional noise still drifting up from the main ballroom. It had been a long night for everyone, socializing with the entire court and all of their close friends from all over, receiving many gifts and blessings on behalf of the little prince.

King Lucas smiled, watching as the aging queen sighed and gazed down into the cradle.

"Thank you, Ella. He is rather charming, isn't he?"

"Without question!" she replied brightly. "The most adorable child I have seen yet!"

Lucas raised an eyebrow at that. "More adorable than your Axel?"

The woman bit her lip, looking a bit troubled, so after a brief sip, her friend quickly changed the subject.

"I believe earlier today, when the queen of Xiria came to present her gift, she reached out a hand to him and he grabbed it tightly in his fingers." He smiled fondly at the memory. "She looked so surprised at first, but then her eyes lit up with such delight."

Ella chuckled softly. "I saw! The whole court seems to be quite taken with him...You'd better be careful, or someone might just snatch him away!"

Lucas smiled again as Ella reached down slowly to stroke the boy's cheek. The baby shifted in his sleep, cooing softly as he nestled deeper into the blankets.

"He looks so small..." the queen said, shifting her hand so that it caressed gently through his thin hair, golden hair. "But it's remarkable; he never seems afraid, even in a world so much bigger than himself. Has he cried often since his mother passed?"

"Not much. I doubt he realizes, or even misses her much at all. He only knew her mere moments..." The blond king sighed a little sadly, taking another drink of his tea before placing it on the small table by his chair. "He reminds me of Roxanne so much. I have a feeling he will be just like her..." King Lucas lost the last words of his sentence, thinking back fondly on his childhood memories with a more contented sigh.

The redheaded queen watched him quietly for a moment, smiling kindly as the old man coped with his loss.

"How is your son doing these days, Ella?" he said finally, daring to broach the subject once more. "I heard he's been quite a handful."

Queen Ella gave a sigh as she walked back to the fire and settled into the armchair beside him.

"You have no idea. I was actually a bit nervous about leaving him at home because of all the trouble he's gotten into." She scoffed then. "Really, I was expecting this sort of behavior from some crazed, hormonal teenager, but not from a four year old! It's too soon!" She shook her head as her voice cracked slightly. "That boy is going to make me go grey."

Lucas smiled. Ella had also been a friend of his and Roxanne's as children, and he laughed to see that even now, she was still as dramatic as always. While there was a tendency for her to come off as a bit controlling, she was a smart woman; well known for her many mad-capped pranks and frighteningly brilliant plans. The trouble they had caused with her in their group had been nothing to sneeze at.

'Dear Lord! A male version of Ella?' He shuddered slightly at the thought of it, though not completely without humor...

"He plays pranks on the servants, runs out on lessons….Oh, sometimes I just don't know how to control that boy! I don't even know where he gets it from! I wonder if I should be letting him play with that boy Demyx!...Oh, he's perfectly sweet, mind you," she moved to assure him, "but I hardly believe he's a good influence! Running about so foolishly as he does!"

Lucas laughed softly, earning a slight glare from his old friend.

"If he truly is your son, Ella, I'd say influence has nothing to do with it..."

The queen ignored his comment, looking back at Roxas's cradle wistfully.

"Oh, if only my sweet Maxwell were still alive today, he'd give the boy a good stiff smack on the ear! He'd be a picture perfect child, just like your sweet little Roxas there!"

"Give him time," the king replied, smiling ruefully. "He'll be just the same. You'll see."

There was a small pause before the plump woman's green eyes widened in fear. "What if Axel refuses to be king? He's such an impulsive child; he hardly ever listens to a word I say!"

King Lucas sighed, going to her side and placing a firm hand on her shoulder. There was no teasing this time; only genuine care.

"He's just a boy, Ella. I'm sure that he'll grow tired of it in time, and if he does not, I have full confidence in you to straighten him out. Now hush; you'll wake the baby."

The queen blinked up at him before looking over to the cradle, then back at him. Lucas started slightly when he saw a strangely familiar smile dawning on her face, and her eyes glinted a little even in the low light of the fire.

"You're probably right, Lucas. You always know what to do." She stood up so that she was level with the old king, looking him right in the eyes. "But I think I have a wonderful plan that might just solve both our problems."

Lucas blinked back at her, feeling more and more uneasy. That look meant she had to be up to something.

"And what problems would those be, Ella?"

The smile widened further. "Why, the problems of our sons turning into little trouble-makers...and the fact that Roxas could very easily be snatched up and taken away from you, of course!"

Lucas sighed. Would it hurt to indulge her, with how forlorn she had just been?

"What exactly do you have in mind?"

Ella's green eyes flashed triumphantly. "Here's my brilliant idea: what say that we betroth our children to one another?!"

Lucas blinked. "I don't follow you."

She rolled her eyes. "You see that way, my Axel is sure to settle down, at least once he's married, and we can make it known that Roxas's future is taken care of. Any hopes of using him will be dashed when they find out he's already been promised to another!" The queen smiled dreamily, sounded entirely too giddy. Like a young maid swooning in romantic fantasies.

The old king didn't exactly share in her enthusiasm. Instead, he looked slightly alarmed.

"But Ella, Roxas and Axel are both boys. Don't you think that might be viewed as a little odd?"In truth, that was more of a side concern. The king himself had been betrothed at a young age, and while he had grown to love his queen as both a friend and lover over time, he was not particularly fond with that archaic custom. In his mind, he would only use it when in dire straights, or when an alliance by marriage was too beneficial to overlook.

"Oh, posh!" Queen Ella replied, dismissing his fears with the wave of her hand. "Same sex marriages are quite common in the outer kingdoms these days, Lucas. Love knows no boundaries, you know! And further, if two rulers make a good example of such a marriage to the people then they can pave the way for acceptance and tolerance for all couples! Don't you think so?"

Lucas blinked, uncomfortable that her focus was completely on him. The king thought about it for a minute, nodding a little as she continued.

"We wouldn't be forcing them together either! No, my proposal is that we bring them together every summer and have them spend 'quality time together.'" She smiled evilly, relishing in the genius of her plan. "They are sure to fall in love that way, and then it wouldn't be forcing them!"

King Lucas laughed nervously. "Different ways to look at it, I suppose..."

But he remained silent for a minute, considering all that she'd said. If it did work out, he found that there were several positive outcomes. If it didn't, the engagement could easily be broken off with no harm done. He and Ella had a very strong bond of friendship; there would be no hostilities between them should their children decide it wasn't what they wanted.

"And, if we married them, it would join our kingdoms together in a stronger alliance." Lucas saw her point there. Raza and Kisyria were fairly large kingdoms.

"That actually doesn't sound unreasonable. We can work out the details later, but this is definitely something to consider..."

Ella beamed excitedly, clapping. "Now you're getting it!"

Both froze a moment later when a small whimper was heard. Roxas stirred from his sleep in seconds, beginning to wail loudly.

"Oh, sweetheart! It's alright!" The old queen ran to his side and gently lifted him into her arms, murmuring assurances softly. Lucas sighed. He was sure that it would take a near miracle to put his son back to sleep again.

"Mind his head, Ella."

"I'm sorry, little one. It's all right; I promise I won't be so loud anymore. Don't cry now." She rocked him slowly as she spoke, speaking softly and lovingly as he began to settle down. When the baby was finally quiet, except for small occasional sniffles, Ella hummed a soft tune and ran a hand through his hair again. Roxas watched her curiously, reaching up to tug at a soft red curl dangling from her neck playfully, and watching it spring back into place, he gave a soft little coo.

The queen held him closer, glancing down a little sadly. It was truly a shame his mother wouldn't be there to see her son grow.

Soon Roxas's little eyelids began to droop, and he yawned softly, seemingly now transfixed by the dim, glowing light. It wasn't long before he was fast asleep again, much to their relief.

Lucas looked at Ella gratefully as she lowered Roxas back into his bed, still humming softly to him.

"Thank you, Ella. He's typically a quiet boy, but when he wakes up he's usually impossible to quiet down again."

The queen smiled back, petting the boy's soft, blond hair one last time as she pulled away. "Call it a mother's touch...But you're welcome."

They then decided it would be better to continue their brainstorming somewhere else. Once they were both outside and closed the door quietly behind them, Ella took the old king's hand and smiled.

"So, what do you think?"

He smiled back, feeling an old feeling of childish interest and excitement bubbling up in his blood. This was bound to be a complete spectacle.

"What do we have to lose?"

The queen squealed with delight, and Lucas continued. "I promise to bring Roxas to visit on the 5th of June. We can bring them together every year, alternating between the two kingdoms as we see fit. Hopefully we won't have to wait long to see results."

"Good. Oh, now this is my idea of fun!"