Inspiration Weekend
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I don’t have any words I’m ready to share yet, so I combined this with the seven sentence sunday tags. But I wanted to officially introduce this AU. So, here it is! I’ll share a description when I have it, but for now, enjoy this glimpse into vet TK and farmer Carlos!
The weekend is basically over, and I think everyone has been tagged, but if not, please share and tag me! :)
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WIP WEDNESDAY BABEY
Hello, tis I, Saya, back from hell
It's been entirely too long since I've done one of these, so I figured I'd get back into it with the literal first thing that I've written in ages lmao
DISCLAIMER:
This is a Fantasy AU with Vincent and Lovely as protags — Sam and Darlin are also in it — so is William — and Adam — It is inspired by Swan Lake, and another audio script with a similar theme written by LupinScripts, so please don't come after me if you see similarities lol it was a huge inspiration for me — THIS IS A M/F VERSION BUT I WILL HAVE A M/A VERSION WHEN I RELEASE THE WHOLE FIC ON AO3 —
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Without Further Adieu, here is Saya's Swan Lake: a Tale of Vincent and Lovely
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Vincent pushed open the doors into the throne room, his monarch seated upon the gold throne of the kingdom of Solaire, his glasses perched low over his nose as he spoke with another noble of their court. Vincent’s shoes clicked in rhythm as he strode towards his king, and when William finally saw him, he ushered away the man he had been speaking to. Vincent stood at attention before his father, hand pressed in a fist over his heart to salute him.
“William, you called for me?”
The king rose from his throne, stepping down the few stairs before the throne to stand eye to eye with his son. “Ah, my boy. Yes, I did. Would you please take a seat with me at our table?”
Vincent moved towards the chairs at the war table within the throne room, and sat across from William, hesitant about what his monarch would need him for so urgently. “What can I do for you?”
William took off his glasses slowly, setting them on the table in such a way that conveyed his emotion greater than his words. “How have you been lately? Keeping up with your duties I presume?”
Vincent forced a smile, unsure of how that question would relate to whatever his king had summoned him for. “I have been well, sire. Attending to many of the royal inquiries and training with the knights has certainly taken up much of my time and attention.”
“Good, good;” Was all William said, his hand coming to his chin in thought.
“Does something trouble you, my Lord?” Vincent asked, eager to be of help to his Master in any way that he could.
“No no, nothing troubles me. I simply… well. I believe there is something that we need to speak about.”
Vincent sat forward in his chair. “Go on.”
William sighed. “Well you see, I am growing old in years. I knew that a time would come when I would need to pass the crown onto you, but I had hoped that there would simply be more time. Alas, time does not cease, even for those who would wish it so. I believe now is the time that I must begin preparing you to take on the role to which you have been born, and as such, there are things of you which I require.”
Vincent sat back in his chair, spine completely vertical as he had been taught—because for some reason, Vincent felt as though this conversation was less of a talk from father to son, and more from King to Prince.
“Given the circumstances of your situation, I feel as though we have been more than patient in grieving with you after your loss: but enough time has now passed that I believe you are ready to begin taking the next steps towards receiving your crown.”
“Please William, speak plainly with me.”
The monarch sighed again, righting himself in his chair and bringing his icy gaze to meet his son’s. “In four days time, I am hosting a ball here in the castle. Of the eligible ladies invited, you are to choose a bride to take the crown with you during your coronation in one week.”
Vincent’s eyes shot wide, his mouth moving to his defense, but William raised his hand to stop him, knowing his son all too well. “This is her family’s will as much as it is my own. Vincent, I know that you loved her dearly, but it is time to let her go. All this grieving has done nothing but drive you away—from me, from your kingdom, and most of all, from your duty. You are still the crown prince of the Solaire Kingdom, and you still have a duty to fulfill.”
“Well, I—” he stuttered, still completely unable to form a thought in reply. Was he really being asked to move on from what had happened like it was nothing? Like the loss of his one true love was something that a measly year could recover? “What if I refuse?”
“You will not,” was William’s reply, “You will be king, and you will have a queen by your side when you are crowned.”
“Then I do not want the crown!” Vincent said angrily, rising from his chair. “Father, how can you ask such a thing of me?”
His father shook his head, not out of anger but out of another emotion that Vincent couldn’t read. “My son, it does not please me to ask such a thing of you—not when the wounds of your loss are still so deep. When I lost your mother…”
Vincent bit his tongue so hard it bled, the metallic taste in his mouth only adding to the bitterness that he felt. William knew that speaking of his wife and the mother of their child was the quickest way to silencing him, as Vincent had loved her so dearly. When she fell ill, it was as if the whole world had come crumbling down around them both, losing the little light and warmth that was so easily lost in the life of a royal. And now, though Vincent would never speak the words aloud, he despised his father for seeming to use her to make his point.
“Well, as I stated before; time goes on. Duties to your kingdom must be fulfilled and order must still be maintained.”
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