Kings and Queens

I'm trying, I am... but then I realised that none of my stories
but for Namesakes is on this computer or even existing! ... that
means BondMates is dead. *facepalm*

Okay. So if you see a mistake, typo, error, I don't care if you
point it out as I'm not using spell check. 'Cause I suck. Okay?

Read, Review and Enjoy.

Supper was like eating with stuffy rich people who all thought
they were the most important person in the room but were afraid to
say anything to the others who they knew thought the same thing but
it was obvious that the first stuffy rich person was in fact the most
important. Which totally bamboozled Peter's brain. How these people
didn't kill each other on a daily basis was even more puzzling.

There was something off about the king's daughter. She was
beautiful, yes, but there was just something that made Peter think
there was something odd about her. Perhaps it was the way she winked
at him and trailed her toes up and down his leg under the table. Or
the way way she pronounciated every word so perfectly and drew
certain syllables out to... accomplish some feat of spoken language
that Peter was not entirely familiar with.

She giggled at stupid jokes and smiled no matter what he said and
in general was the typical woman you'd expect a desperate, stupid
woman to be. It wasn't that he was misogynistic. Okay. Maybe he was.
Just a little bit. But she was annoying him to no end. It was worse
than Lans' sisters all fighting over him as if he woul djust fall for
one of them because their father ordered him to. Yeah right. He
didn't like stupid women. He found it hard to be attracted to smart,
strong women. But then... they tended to be able to beat the crap out
of him.

After dinner there was a dance, but Lans got them excused from
that by telling everyone he had tripped of his clumsy escort. They
had to explain away the limping somehow. So they were excused and
went back to their rooms to enjoy one another. But Lans fell asleep,
and Peter fell asleep trying to wake Lans up.

The next think Peter knew it was dark, as the fire had burnt down
and the curtains of the bed were drawn, and Lans was astride him. Not
astride astride, more like straddling his hips. That seemed a more
appropriate description. Lans astride, astride made him think dirty
thoughts... though one couldn't get much dirtier than Lans pouncing
them when they were still asleep. Anyways.

Lans was dressed ina frilly nightgown, which Peter didn't recall
seeing him pack or buy. He had been very careful about that. Found it
just slightly disturbing that his lover would choose to wear women's
clothes. Although when one considered that Lans had worn girly
clothes his entire life it could pretty much be explained away. The
frills tickled him in a bit of an arousing way and his lips grazed
his cheek. Though, something smelled off. Something smelled different
about Lans.

Peter reached up to turn them over, so that he could be atop, only
to have his hand graze through long, long hair. It wasn't Lans. He
briefly considered going through with the deed, until he rememebred
he was a married man. A man married to someone with the temper of a
jealous woman when it came to anyone touching him. It was probably
only the princess anyway, come to have her way with a dirty servant
as some princesses seemed to enjoy. So he reached for her hips to
still her and get her off.

Only to touch something a woman wasn't supposed to have.

Peter screetched and shoved her off. And then. Wondered why the
hell he did that because she was a he and he liked hes. At least, he
thought he did but the entire thing was disturbing. She had real
breasts and a man's parts? How did that make sense?

He leapt from the bed and headed for the door only to run straight
into Lans. Who had been out raiding the kitchen and apeparantly the
storage rooms.

"There you are. Pack your things, we're leaving."

"D-b-tch-pfffle," Peter pointed to the bed, not entirely
sure what to say, "not. Seems."

"Oh. I know. She made me a proposition involving the raising
of her skirts," Lans muttered, "she's just desperate for
some attention."

"But she's half and half!" he knew a real breast when he
felt it damn it.

"Yeah. Noticed that too. But I was hiding as a girl for
years" Lans shrugged as Peter struggled into his pants.

"This is entirely different. Pretending to be female and
being half female is. Is like saying a dog is a cat. They're both
pets but entirely different creatures."

"Right. Quit whining and get your clothes on."

Lans pretended not to notice as the girl fled the room in tears.
Peter felt a little bad.

"Now we have to leave before daddy comes along for our
heads," Lans grumbled.

"Why would daddy come for our heads?"

"Because Princess Veronica is only for daddy's pleasure."

"That's disgusting."

"If it makes you feel any better, he's her step father. Now
shut up and hand me that lamp so we can get out of here."

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