French Rennaisance

A/N: It's an AU using countries that exist, I'm most likely as inaccurate as they come. It's my first time writing down a story of this type, be gentle :D

It is said that love is born when two souls have the same feel as each other, True Love is when the souls can never be apart. But even in this world of sin and hope, True Love can still appear.

This was really a trifle too tiresome for Merethist, he slouched back in his seat and pouted out the window as the countryside merrily rolled by. How far was this palace and his new husband??
He guessed far, they had been travelling for a day or so by now and his legs were cramped. He was irritable, very, very irritable. His hand was busy fluttering the lace fan infront of him, hoping to stave off the muggy air that had settled with the summer heat. He wasn't at all bothered his slouched position must have been creasing the expensive blue silk of his over-flashy dress. Oh no, he was more interested in making him self as comfortable as he could. His lady-in-waiting glowered at his bad show of manners from the seat across from him and Merethist's pout grew more pronounced.
"it's hooot~" he whined when she tapped his thigh irritably with her fan, he wasn't used to wearing corsets in summers like these!! Why his father had thought it best to dress and masquerade as a woman for Prince Gren was truly beyond him. He had been masquerading as a girl for the better part of eleven years.

"of coarse it's hot, sit up straight" she snapped, tapping his thigh with more force. He winced and sat up, returning his gaze to the window, the tress had receeded to give way to a spacious, well kept lawn of some kind and he fluttered his fan more, hoping to make himself at least look comfortable for Gren.

"are we here??" he asked excitedly and his lady-in-waiting smiled thinly.
"yes we're here, now make sure you behave and be charming"
"when am I ever not charming, Izabella??" he asked coyly, a slow grin creeping onto his lips. Izabella rolled her eyes as the carriage drew to a halt and waited for the carriage hands to open the door. Once open, she pushed Merethist to make him hurry and get out, then followed. The Prince gave her an irritable look, before he turned to study the grandeur of the palace that was to be his home. Izabella walked forward and gave him a sneaky elbow in the ribs, gesturing with her open fan to the party that awaited their notice, silent.

"Prince Gren, how nice it is to finally be able to make your aquaintance" came a merry voice, and Merethist watched his father gracefully step out of the carriage that had been travelling infront of them, the auburn-haired king swept forward and firmly shook Gren's hand, who smiled politely and they started to exchange small, polite conversation.

'he certainly is handsome' Merethist mused, taking this opportunity to peek over his fan to study the French Prince. Gren had black hair swept back in a low ponytail, held in place by a light green ribbon. His eyes were the clearest azure blue Merethist could remember seeing as his physique was sculpted, but not overly so; just enough to be seen. 'maybe this will be a tad more pleasant then I hoped for, at least Gren knows I am male' he concluded with a small nod, gazing at his entourage with a dread sort of fascination. They looked like they'd rather see him with a knife in his back then a ring on his finger. He looked at Izabella, who was glaring snobbishly at them. He liked his lady-in-waiting, she wasn't afraid to stick up for herself or him; which was good, because Merethist really didn't have the guts to be mean to a meanie.

"Merethist"
Merethist blinked as he was tugged from his thoughts, turning his gaze to Gren, who had spoken his name. His neutral look broke into a smile and he stepped forward, extending an arm. Gren took his hand and kissed the back of it, perhaps letting it linger just a tad too long.
"Prince Gren, how I hope our marriage will come to fruitation"
"oh it will, when I have a wife as lovely as you" Gren replied, quick as lightning with a voice as smooth as silk. Merethist felt himself pink a little and slid his gaze to his father, who was looking pleased about the outcome of this first meeting. His father gestured with his head for him to reply.
"why thank you, it is refreshing to know my fiance thinks so nicely of me" he replied with a charming smile. Oh yes, he was to be charming. His father coughed a little too loudly and Gren dropped Merethist's hand, turning to the king to gift him with a smile.

"hopefully, this will bring our two nations together" he commented and the KIng nodded.
"yes, Merethist and yourself are the symbol of our unity" he concluded with a nod, before gesturing to the carriage hands and waiting french servants to start unloading Merethist's luggage.
"the declaration ball tonight will formally introduce Merethist as my fiance" Gren nodded as they filed inside. Merethist watched him quietly, wondering what thing were going to be like, now he was bound to France. Izabella gave him a comforting pat on the hand as she walked in after him, Merethist felt very comforted by such a gesture.

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Gren sighed as he entered his chambers after showing Merethist and his father to their quarters. He tugged his waistcoat open and slid it off.
"rough day??" a voice purred and Gren looked over his shoulder to the male reclined on his double bed, one hand propping his chin up as he lay on his front, staring at Gren with a look of unveiled lust. Gren smiled and nodded, tugging his short off.
"yes, my fiance arrived today, Mathius" he answered and Mathius pouted. sitting up.
Gren sat down on the bed, leaning forward to capture Mathius' lips in a searing kiss. Mathius leaned against Gren, wrapping his arms around the Prince as he slid into his lap. Gren trailed his hands down Mathius' sides, squeezing his backside suggestively. Mathius thrust his hips forward, pressing his arousal against Gren with a slight moan of approval. Gren smirked and moved his hand around Mathius, his hand slipping under the shirt to stroke Mathius' semi-hard arousal.

"ooooh~ Gren" Mathius gasped, breaking the kiss to lean his head back, rolling his hips forward to thrust into Gren's hand. Gren smirked at his lover, scooting back on the bed to roll them over, so he lay over Mathius.
"sorry, Math~ I'm too aroused to go easy" he whispered huskily, nipping at Mathius' ear suggestively. Mathius groaned and pressed his hips up, using his hands to tug down Gren's pants. Gren positioned himself and thrust into Mathius, who gasped at the unprepared entry. Gren leaned down and pressed his lips to Mathius' in apology as he started to thrust.

"nn~ faster Gren!! Harder!!" Mathius cried out as the pleasure started to ebb away the pain, wrapping his legs around Gren's hips as the prince complied and thrust almost violently into him. Mathius cried out, streams of incoherent babble leaving his lips as the glorious pressure in his abdomen built and then exploded as he came, shooting his essence over his and Gren's stomachs. Gren hissed at the convulsing passage of his lover, before his low sex cry started and he came with a shudder. Panting, he rolled over and away from his blonde lover. Lying on his back as he gasped. Mathius shifted until he was curled against Gren's side, his finger dragging lethargically through the come splats on Gren's chest. "you aren't going to abandon me for the British Princess are you??" he asked with a pout and Gren cracked an eye open to look at him.

"never" he murmured, pressing a kiss to Mathius' forehead.

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A/N: well, first chapter/prologue is done
XD
hope you enjoy it and please review, I don't have a beta, so tell me of any typos.