A/N: And after a long hiatus due to college I am back. I never thought I would be writing these fanfictions, but here I am. So, now it's time for a little update. This summer I will be finishing We Three Kings and Their Brides and University of Mayhem. I will also be writing another addition to the 'Lives' series. That's enough from me, now onto the story.

We Three Kings and Their Brides

Chapter 4

No more. The words hung in the silence of the room like a horrid miasma that had been designed to steal all hope from its inhabitants. Simon's ears burned ad filled with noise, it became muffled and the action he viewed around him helped him in now shape or form. The world played out in slow motion. He had experienced this once before on the first time that his father's men had taught him how to fire a cannon and he had been standing too close. The word came to him now. Shellshock. The only thing that had brought his mind back to the world and slowed down the commotion was the touch of a gentle hand on his.

"Simon." The whisper came as he looked at his future bride to be. Her face framed by her beautiful hair that had been done up for the night, her beautiful pink dress that was able to both hug her and add mystery to her form at the same time. The ruby earrings she wore hung from her ears with a shine that could not be matched by all the gold in the kingdom. The pleading look in them drew him further out of his current state. A smile crossed his lips as her stared into her eyes. He stood and walked to the king's corpse. Corpse he thought. The word struck his heart as a tear streaked down his cheek. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Alvin's face twisted in several emotions. Agony, shock, fear, anger, sadness, the entire gambit of emotions could be seen flashing at a million miles a second. A million words ran through Simon's mind, but he was not the first to speak between the two of them. The both turned to hear Alvin's bride speak up.

"So… what do we do now?" She asked as genuine concern came from her face. Not something Simon would have expected to see from the kingdom's new queen. A lump formed in Simon's throat as he went to speak.

"I ascend the throne." Alvin turned and spoke to her before Simon could utter a syllable from his trembling lips. "And you join me in the throne beside me." Alvin's face finally found an emotion, it had settled for fear. The medics finished with their father and carted him away to prepare for the burial the following morning. His lips still trembled as he sunk to the ground in a heap, tears falling freely now. He had been able to become closer to his father than his brothers, often counseling him on certain affairs in the kingdom and oftentimes taking his meal with his father, merely to discuss how his day had been going.

"We need to see to father's will and his affairs." Simon found his voice leaving his mouth. He placed his hand on it. The words coming from his mouth felt foreign. "Father's will is in the archive, I have a key and we can tend to them tomorrow either after the burial or tonight after dinner." He recognized his voice, but understood that Simon, the king's son had been replaced by Simon the grand scholar. The rigidity in his tone was able to mask how he truly felt. Simon knew this happened much more often than he would like to. Simon felt himself being pulled into a hug by a foreign body. Theodore he finally recognized. He shook his head and pulled forward, letting himself take control again.

"Simon." He looked up to see his bride kneeling beside him. His arms were suddenly around her shoulders. He pulled her into a tight hug. He sniffled and let go of her, standing.

"What are we doing?" Simon asked his brothers as he wiped his glasses and his eyes. He looked at the two of them, both huddled beside their wives. Theodore was holding his bride's hand awkwardly and Alvin was tightly hugging his bride about the waist. He locked his fingers in between his bride's her silken skin causing him to tremble.

"Perhaps I can be of some assistance sirs." The six of them turned to a see a small man carrying several parcels and scrolls. He looked like Simon on any given day he was outside of his study. "I am the castle's new record keeper, Jessylin." The name twisted on Simon's tongue awkwardly. Simon had met Jessylin once or twice in the past few days.

"And how might that become accomplished?" Simon questioned the tiny man. Jessylin smiled and separated the six parcels and three scrolls into three separate piles. Simon eyed the inscribing each of the piles, sorted by name. The piles were separated by the names of his brothers and him. Simon picked up his pile and opened the scroll. It was covered in a black script that it took a moment for him to read. He recognized the chicken scratch hand-writing of his father.

Simon, My dearest and closest son,

If you are reading this scroll, then I fear that the time of my inevitable death has arrived. Simon, I am counting on you, the smartest, and bravest of my three boys. I wish for you to guide your brother in his reign, help Alvin be a kind and just ruler, unlike I. You must take the tome that I have left you in my will, learn the spells in this tome. I know you have no classical training with magic; I couldn't find a sorcerer in the entire kingdom. Tales say that they have vanished from our world all together, I wish for you to change this. Simon, lastly, treat your bride with the love and adoration she deserves. That was the mistake I made against your mother, before she passed. She hated me and despised that I existed. Never let her go. Never let her feel left alone. My son, I love you.

The Grand King David Silverfall

Tears splattered against the page as her read the words. He picked up the parcel that was marked for him and handed the one marked for his bride to Brittany. Simon unwrapped the tome and looked through it with a slight smile. He looked up from his world to see Alvin unsheathe a grandiose sword with a lions roaring head on the bottom of the hilt and a large ruby wrested into eh hilt of the sword. The blade was brilliant steel with gold on the flats that were inscribed with several runes. When Alvin swung the sword there was a marvelous screech as if it cut literally cut the air, and behind it trailed blue flames. The flames stopped as the sword came to one.

"Beautiful." Simon said in unison with Alvin's wife. Names would have to be learned and established if life was going to progress. The two turned to see Theodore clutching a small scaled egg. His wife glared at it in admiration. Simon swallowed the lump in his throat. He wondered which type of egg it was. So many monsters laid scaled eggs in the kingdom it was uncertain. Simon hoped it wasn't a dragon's egg. If Theodore held one of the last dragon's eggs, then the kingdom was sure to be under attack eventually.

"Oh my!" Simon turned back to Brittany and his eyes opened wide. Out of the parcel fell a ring with a ring with giant rubies in the center and a beautiful wedding dress made from some of the finest silk available, the other two had similar items in their parcels. Simon smiled.

"Let's just eat and go to bed, we can deal with things after the funeral tomorrow." Simon suggested. The group ate in hushed silence and passed glances between each other. Simon swallowed a bit of the food he'd picked out, but ate very little. As soon as pleasantries and names were exchanged, Simon and Brittany excused themselves and returned to Simon's Chamber. The door closed with a resounding thud. Simon collapsed on the bed. "Why?" Simon asked, whether to Brittany or no one in particular, he didn't know.

"Simon," Brittany pulled him up into a sitting position and sat beside him. "You are allowed to feel this way. Your father, as I knew him was a great man. He was generous and kind and you are obviously the same way." She told him, staring into his eyes. She placed a hand onto his thigh and squeezed tightly. "You have to pull up and be strong for your brothers." She said. Simon smiled at her.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said, looking deeply back into her eyes. "You are so amazing, and you're so kind." Simon leaned in and kissed her cheek. Brittany's cheeks flushed with color as she touched her left cheek lightly. Simon stared at her like a beautiful art exhibit. He tore off his robe and slipped into a nightshirt and loose pants. He returned to the bed. "Go get dressed for bed." He told her. Her face turned crimson as she left and changed into a nightgown. Simon pulled her into the bed and cuddled with her until he fell asleep.

Across the hall Alvin was undressing for bed. Eleanor looked on from the bed, her nightgown of thin silk covering her. She shivered. Alvin walked over and lay with her. She wrapped her arms around his chest and looked him deep in the eyes. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "Well my queen," Alvin said with a shiver deep in his voice "How did you like your first day in the castle?" Eleanor's face flushed at the word 'queen.'

"Well, it's nice; you'll have to give me the tour tomorrow. However, tonight," She shivered and cuddled even closer "I just want to be in bed with my king." She said, blushing a thousand times more and burying her head into his chest. Alvin smiled.

"Well then, wish granted." He claimed and he pulled the covers tight around the two of them. He ran his fingertips across her cheek and kissed her. She kissed him back and traced the shape of his muscles with her fingertip. It was Alvin's turn to shiver.

"How many women have you lain with?" she asked him in a squeak. Alvin looked at her with a smile.

"Several," he said with a laugh, she looked shocked. "Father's never found suitable suitors and I've always been with them just to throw them away. Though, I've never felt this way about anyone. You're the first Ellie. You're… different" Alvin said with a smile as he looked down at the emerald ring on her finger. "True love and all that." He said with a smile. She playfully slapped his chest. "So, when should we begin siring an heir?" Alvin asked her. Eleanor choked.

"What?!" she exclaimed, pulling away from him. He chuckled and pulled her back to his side, attempting to calm her down.

"We don't necessarily have to try tonight, but with father being taken down the way he was, I can't help but worry about the safety of the kingdom." Alvin explained. Eleanor just looked at him funnily.

"Your next of kin will just take the throne." Eleanor explained to him. "Simon will ascend, and don't worry. No one is going to come after you. Not while I'm around." She said, hugging him tighter. Alvin smiled. "But we start tomorrow." She said suddenly surprising Alvin. "I've always want to bear children, and who better to try with than my one true love?" She asked before kissing him deeply. Alvin smiled and snuggled close after blowing out the candle that illuminated the room.

A/N: Well, that was nice, I'm glad I gave this story some follow up. This will be a very long one I'm sure. Please R&R guys, I can't wait to hear what you have to say.