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A King AU... again

It figures. It just figures. The one time he goes out without Josh, Kevin gets stabbed through the side. They're relatively sure that nothing important was damaged, but the knights can't touch him. One's already lost a glove to Kevin's power, and who knows when they'll be able to get to Josh.

"Your Highness, we need to keep moving -" Sir Julian says, scowling as they come upon a village.

"We keep moving and he's going to bleed to death," the heavily helmeted Lady Sooraya points out. "Perhaps this village has a healer?" She suggests, looking around.

Julian snorts. "Healer or not, how are they -"

Kevin falls off his horse, stopping all talking. One of the other knights, smaller than the other two jumps down. "I'm alright." He tries to reassure.

"Julian!" The knight on the ground snaps. "Ride ahead into the village. See if they have someone." He nods and knees his horse heading toward the village. "Sooraya, get over to that house and see if they have a cart. Buy it if you have to." She snaps out orders, her metal gloves holding Kevin still. "Stay still, Your Highness. We'll get you somewhere safe."

He swallows and nods. He knows his side is bleeding again. He knows that he's been losing blood pretty steadily since they had been attacked by the small troupe of bandits. He closes his eyes, only to have his shoulder shaken. "Don't you dare pass out on me." She snaps at him.

"Not trying to." He whispers, as he fights to keep his eyes open. "J, ride for Josh. Soo and Julian got me."

"Not yet. I'm going to get you to a healer first." She says, stubbornly. "Besides, the King will have our heads if we let you die. I like my head." She looks up as someone approaches. "Stand and explain yourself." She says, getting to her feet and resting a hand on her sword.

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"Now wait just a damned minute." Kevin steps in front of her - foolish, perhaps, but he's not having her think he's played with Lady Cessily. "I have told her. I've told her in private, in public, in front of the King." Notice, he doesn't say 'my father'. "The only thing I haven't done is publicly humiliate her by screaming at her in front of the court that I will never marry her!"

Mimsy is sitting and watching the pair, her ears perked. Daddy isn't mad so much as frustrated. She scratches an ear.

"And I know I will never find my True Half. Freaks like me don't get that lucky." He says. "Now, do you want to meet the King or not?"

At first she pauses simply because there's a roadblock in her way. Then she pauses because as he lays it out she as least has the good sense to feel bad for getting huffy over Cessily without pausing to listen to Kevin herself. Par usual she let her emotions get a little too hot in the moment.

Her brows scrunch up a bit. They said everyone had a True Half out there even if most never found theirs. It's a blow to her anger in the moment that he doesn't believe that. Still he had just drug her along and used True Halves as an excuse so --

"I should to be polite."

No for real, that's how she thinks of it. Climbing the court social ranks is the last thing she wants to do to be perfectly honest.

He sighs. No one meets the King to be polite. King Erik is not a polite man. Strong in his power, and the ability to move metal around, King Erik doesn't suffer fools.

No, he doesn't believe that he has a True Half out there. He's a freak that kills with a touch. No one should be paired with that. He is quite content to be by himself. Even if he knows that won't last, right now, he's quietly certain that the only time a woman will want to touch him is for the societal perks that being with the Crown Prince offers.

"Mimsy, go find the King." He orders his dog off. She barks and takes off into the Castle. Then, he offers his armored arm to Angela. "You get this mad about everyone, or is it just me?"

Angela takes the offered arm with a distinct huff. "Anyone who just drags me around randomly, yes."

She grows a little somber as they walk. "Not that that made it right to accuse you of not talking to Lady Cessily. I apologize for that."

"It wasn't random." Kevin defends himself as they walk. "You're the only new person." He says reasonably. "Had to be you."

He sighs. "Even Lady Cessily's friends don't believe that I talk to her and they've been there. The whole lot is delusional."

He doesn't like it, and even can't be around them without a guard anymore. Poor Jubes is often tasked for that duty.

"Your highness." A huge mountain of a blond man stands there, Mimsy with her paws on his hip, ruffling her ears.

"Sir Victor." Prince Kevin says, brightly. "May I present Healer Angela?" He says, nodding to the woman on his arm.

Victor smiles, all fangs and teeth. "Welcome, Healer Angela. I understand you are our Prince's True Half."

All fangs and teeth indeed. Angela drops off any arguing she might have left in her for the introduction. Though she cringes internally at being called the Prince's True Half she still manages to give a gracious smile.

"It seems so. It's very nice to meet you."

Victor bends over her hand, kissing it ever so delicately. "Very nice to meet you, my dear." He practically purrs. "Now, where -?"

"Probably on her way to the bath." Kevin chuckles. "We took the Path back, so the men should be here sometime tomorrow morning, if they don't push through." He says. "She's fine."

Victor nods. "Thank you. Now," he sniffs. "go get that wound taken care of after you speak to the King."

Kevin nods, and walks toward the throne room. "What's his mood like?" He asks, looking over his shoulder.

"Lord Xavier left." Victor says, going to see to his daughter.

Kevin grimaces. He sighs and heads for the throne room.

And a sharp nose too apparently. It's not too surprising considering the myriad of ways magic crops up in this world.

Angela ends up following along carefully.

The throne room is almost half full with the court. Kevin walks forward, patting Angela's hand on his arm. Sitting on his throne, King Erik has his hand braced on his chair arm. He braces his chin on his hand, watching his son approach.

"Prince Kevin," King Erik rumbles, watching them approach. "It is our understanding that you have met your True Half."

Kevni grinds his teeth together. Dammit, his father has heard. He'd hoped that he could contain it. But... apparently not.

"Your Majesty, may I present the healer Angela?" He says, gently. Cautiously, he pulls his glove off, and touches her hand with his bare hand. "She is the healer that saved my life."

Word sure does travel fast around here. Angela wisely stays quiet for the moment. She doesn't think twice about taking Kevin's hand, assured the whole thing the day before couldn't have been a one time fluke.

Luckily it isn't, she's perfectly find standing there hand in hand with Kevin himself. Once she's introduced she does bow a little. She doesn't speak quite yet, more interested in weighing the situation before her first.

Unfortunately, want the King to know something without having to tell him personally? Say it anywhere in the castle, and someone will let the King know. It saves time, sometimes too.

"Young lady, come here." The King stands and extends his hand.

Kevin tenses, patting her hand. "Go ahead." He says gently.

Angela hesitates only a moment before she makes her way up, hands gently folded together before her. She feels somewhat nervous but she can't say she's exactly afraid.

... Does he want to take one of her hands? She offers one up just in case with a, "Yes, your Highness?"

He takes one of her hands and studies her. "Well," he says after a moment. "I assume my son has done the appropriate thing and proposed?" He leans closer. "Are you ready to become a princess?" He asks softly.

Kevin sighs. "There hasn't been time," he explains. "There was my injury then your missive. There will be time enough to settle that now that I am home."

"Hmm." The King looks at Angela. "And what do you think?"

... Oh god, what did she say. She didn't want to lie but frankly she barely knew Kevin. She's rather not hitch herself to him just because he was the Prince.

It might be telling she hesitates to begin with. "Perhaps we should find out if we're really True Halves and go from there." That's diplomatic enough, yeah?

"Hmm." The King's eyes narrow, but he says nothing to her. "Well, we shall see you settled. My son will see to your comfort."

"Yes father." Kevin says, contritely. He bows and holds out a hand for Angela. "Come I will see you settled." He says, softly. The court is watching the tableau, wanting to see what the King shall do.

Angela is more than happy to take Kevin's hand now. The King is intimidating for sure and she'd rather not be under his scrutiny for too long until everything gets settled.

Once a bit away from him she sighs out heavily. "What a day." What a mess. What is the King going to do when he finds out they aren't True Halves after all?

"It's not over yet." Kevin mutters, taking her through the halls of the castle. People get out of their way, bowing.

"Your highness!" Is merrily called down the hallway and Kevin smiles a little. "When did you arrive?"

"About an hour ago." Kevin admits. "Healer Angela, may I present Lord Alex Summers, the poor bastard married to Josh."

"Them's fighting words." Alex mock growls, but it sounds like an old joke between the two. "M'lady, it is an honor to meet you." He says, bowing over her hand.

Angel smiles brightly. "It's very nice to meet you, Lord Summers. Your husband has said a lot of nice things about you."

What a nice pitstop on the merry ride of being pulled around the castle!

"Ah, so Josh has been telling stories again," Alex teases. "And please, call me Alex." He says, grinning. "And beware my elder brother." He winks at her.

Kevin snorts. Lord Scott is... a terror, while his wife is pregnant. It's well known not to cross him currently.

"Have you been told?" Alex asks, seriously, looking at Kevin.

"I know Lord Xavier left, but nothing more." He admits, with a shrug. "And frankly, the King is at least pretending to be in a decent mood."

Alex nods. "We'll grab a beer later and I'll fill you in." He turns that megawatt smile on Angela that's made many a maiden swoon. "It was nice meeting you."

It certainly is charming and like any other lady she does smile back. Swooning is a bit out of the question -- she's not the sort to swoon for married men, thank you. Is that too goody two-shoes? Maybe.

"Nice meeting you too."

Then she blows out a breath as he leaves. There are a lot of people in this court!

Kevin notices the smile, but says nothing about it. Every woman smiles at Alex, some thinking they can convince him to leave Josh (no), join him and Josh (possible) or some combination thereof. But a lot of people don't realize Kevin sees a lot more than he lets on, because he's so quiet and doesn't let on that he sees.

Things become more quiet the further from the main throneroom they get. Kevin is quiet, until they come upon a door. "Here, this will be your room. It has a bath in there for you." He says, opening the door to what he affectionately calls the sea room. It's blues and greens everywhere. With a white, or even a red thrown in here and there. He doesn't particularly like it. but it has several advantages. "If you have need of me, I'm right through that door." He says, pointing to one near the massive bed. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get out of my armor."

Crap, he forgot. "If you need one of the maids, just tug the rope here near the door, one of them will be in immediately." He clears his throat, awkwardly. "Would you like me to fetch you for dinner?"

Angela's eyes skip to the door when he mentions it. It seems odd that their rooms are connected but it's something that won't fully settle on her until she wakes up in the night and realizes they're expected to be married at some point. For now she nods gently, adding in before he goes, "If you want further healing just let me know, alright?"

They might have bickered but she wouldn't begrudge him healing, particularly not if she was one of the few who could heal him.

Once he clears his throat she pauses, having tossed her bag onto what was presumably her bed now. Then she gives him a soft smile -- how thoughtful. "If you don't mind."

the smile is pretty. That thought hits him as he watches her move around the room. She belongs in the sea room. He's not sure why he thinks that, but he doesn't argue with the thought.

"I don't mind at all." He says, shutting the door behind him. He heads to his room, where Josh is waiting for him. "don't say it." He growls, trying to get his armor off.

"True Halves?!" Josh hisses, at him, batting his hands out of the way. Josh has been removing his armor for years, just because he can touch Kevin. "You just announce this random girl we found that can heal you is your True Half?! Are you insane? Stupid? How about sadistic?" Josh manages to help him out of the armor, and Kevin flops back on the bed. "What the hell are you going to do? Or have you thought that through? And what's going to happen to her? She doesn't deserve this, Kev." Josh hasn't raised his voice, for fear she can hear.

"I.. don't have an answer for any of that. An' I know I should, but I don't, alright? Now leave me alone." He orders, flatly.

Josh storms out of the room, leaving Kevin and Mimsy alone.

At dinner time, Kevin knocks gently on Angela's door. "Angela? Are you ready?"

She's got to admit the room isn't a bad palette of colors all together. The reds are used sparingly and for the large part it's blues, greens and whites for the most part. If Kevin had called it the sea room out loud then she's probably agree with it.

By the time Kevin comes back around dinner she's taken the time to get cleaned up. It's wonders what a nice bath will do for one's mood. Ther servants are more than obliging and Angela ends up helping them bring out the bath and all. She's got her hair tamed into a high ponytail again and has dug out one of her better dresses from her bag. She's in chipper spirits again at least!

"Mm, let's go!"

He offers his arm, so they can walk together, to dinner. "The King and I are having dinner together, but Jubes and the others would like you to join them." He says. "If you'd like to?" He says, softly.

Mimsy trots along next to him, obviously well trained.

"Did the staff see to your needs?" He's not in charge - that falls to Lady Emma. But he wants to be sure she's being treated well, just in case something should go amiss.

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