"When I was little..I always wanted to be an adventurer. I wanted to lie out under the stars and imagine what next great thing I would accomplish in the following days of my life. The desire of freedom and the burning restlessness in my soul was my suffrage then. Later on, when my brothers died one by one in meaningless battles in the far off territories, and my father suffered an early death..I became the sole heir of this kingdom. It was then, with bitter cruelness, that I nearly destroyed my father's peaceful lands with war and outrageous taxes," Arthur spilled his life story to his young prince, lying comfortably upon his lap, from underneath the willow tree in the middle of the garden of which they both reclined, shielding themselves from the bright, golden sun.

The prince's attention was locked steadily upon Arthur's still youthful, but matured face. He was undeniably handsome. Those eyes, his golden hair, and that cocky smirk.. Everything about his appearance was deemed pleasant in Alfred's discerning eyes. The intimacy of this moment made Alfred's cheeks redden. If anyone were present to witness the pair, they might speak about two people in love, but this was not yet the case. The two men under the tree were simply together for convenience and the other just because.

He was a lucky soul. Too lucky. Alfred sat in silence, contemplating the position that fate thrust him into from the very beginning. His background was very well known to many. He was sure to be held as a fairytale prince in the years to come. It was almost as if he was really born for this. Perhaps something great would come from his union with Arthur. Maybe their kingdom would gain more power and more wealth than before, and just maybe an entire empire was waiting to be born.

"I love that look in your eyes," Arthur grinned, his hand reaching up to stroke Alfred's hot, burning cheek. "You look so determined about something, and yet so..cute. You're quite a desirable man, Alfred. There have been many wishing to marry you, both the ladies of my court and even the gentleman. But as selfish as a king can be, I wanted you the most. Now I have you.." His voice sounded so breathless, as he shamelessly admired his consort. Even this great and mighty king could not fight off the color from rising upon his own features.

With only a slight hesitance, Alfred closed his eyes and did something that he wouldn't have even thought about doing only a matter of minutes ago. His lips melted upon contact. The king's taste was maddening, and he only desired more of it. Nothing compared to how his body felt, feeling the strong arms wrap around him and finally pull him completely down in a lusty fit of quick kisses and continued with discarded clothing covering the ground. Some of the sweetest things were given freely when the time was right. The hot, ragged breathing and droplets of sweat from their very first lovemaking went unnoticed by the rest of the world. As for Prince Alfred, he was blissfully swept away in a state of ecstasy.

Like most days, time progressed further. The couple was now both in sitting inside their royal carriage, on their way to a private lake not so far away from where the gardens were located. Arthur had planned for them to share a quiet dinner and spend the rest of the evening inside the house nearby. The house was a part of the property that his father before him had purchased from a bankrupt nobleman when Arthur was only a small child. He spent a few happy summers here, and so it came as no surprise that he wanted to bring Alfred here.

"Did you enjoy it?" The question spoken from the king's lips broke the silence from inside the extravagant carriage. "I know I did. I could make love to you all day long if you would allow me, my dearest prince," he purred seductively, squeezing his husband's hand, stealing another kiss from his cheek. "As far as my knowledge goes, we're the first to have sex in the royal gardens. It's exciting, isn't it?"

Alfred's face told no lies and hid little truth. He was obviously embarrassed. The color of crimson never fading from his fair complexion, even his ears shone the telltale color. "I didn't expect it to hurt so much, but otherwise, I suppose I might have.." He nodded his head, refusing to make eye contact with Arthur, knowing full well of how teasing and flirtatious his mood was at this point. He had asked himself whether he regretted giving himself to Arthur. His answer was no. Everything was going to work out for the better. He was sure that he and Arthur would eventually be close like a real couple. The hate and utter distaste of the man in his heart was slowly diminishing. He was beginning to see him in a much different light.

"I'll be sure to be more gentle next time, love. I was so thrilled that you wanted me, and I just couldn't help myself. Perhaps I'll allow you to take me tonight, if you would so desire," he spoke warmly, regarding Alfred in such sincere kindness. "I want you to be happy with me. I know how against you were about the marriage and other things, but I will do my best to try and make up for those heartbreaks. I need at least one person to always be by my side."

The carriage soon reached its destination, and before the carriage driver had time to open the door for them, Alfred leaned close and kissed Arthur's neck. "Whatever you ask of me, I will give you. I am first my kingdom's servant and then of yours. Your happiness will be my own, if it pleases my people."

A/N: They got sexy in the garden. Oh ho.