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****** **Crown Royal** ******
by Aromance91
Summary
     Royal/ Au: Prince Ian has been chosen for an arranged marriage to
     Princess Mandy of the Milkovich clan in order to save his kingdom.
Notes
     A/N: This is my first prompt and I'm excited to see where it goes.
     Thank you Idiotic Demands for the suggestion. I really like this idea
     so I'm going to run with it and see where it goes. I'm still taking
     prompts.Leave a comment or message me on Tumblr CLICK_ME_XOXO
***** Chapter 1 *****
Princess Fiona didn't know what to do. She sat on her throne in her long gown
and watched as her brother's played in the court yard. The war had taken its
toll on her kingdom.  most of their allies had abandoned them or been killed. 
Peace was finally established when she promised to join the kingdoms. She held
the letter in her hand wishing things could be different. King Terry from the
Milkovich clan was threatening to take the rest of their lands if she didn't
send over a prince to wed his daughter. She had no gold to offer and the
livestock was barely plenty to keep her people alive. How she hated her father
for abandoning them in their time of need. When the war with the Milkoviches
started the high King took his youngest daughter Debra and ran. Leaving her to
defend the kingdom and raise 4 boys alone.
Prince Ian was playing swords with his older brother when the two were summoned
to the throne room.
They looked at their big sister sitting atop her throne. She looked tired, the
darkness under her eyes revealed how weary the war had made her.
" Dear brothers, I called you here today to discuss a matter of highest
importance"
Prince lip was eyeing his sister nervously "What is it Fiona?"
"As you know the war has been hard on us, we almost lost everything until King
Terry proposed peace." She said.
Lip shook his head in disgust "Wait..The King proposed peace?  What awful thing
did you have to agree to that would appease that cretin Fiona?"
"Brother please let me finish. The terms are simple, an arranged marriage to
save the kingdom."
" You can't marry him Dear Sister he's a monster." Prince Ian yells.
"Tis not I who shall be promised dear brother. King Terry has offered his
daughters hand and I have chosen for you Ian to court her."
The prince look at his sister with confusion. Why him? He was but 15 barely
learning how to wield a sword.
"Sister why have you chosen me? I know nothing of courtship. Lip is older  and
he knows his way around a women" the young prince replied.
"I have made up my mind Ian. Lip is to valuable for me to loose. You yourself
stated your just learning to defend yourself. I need someone here now who can
help me lead the kingdom.
"But..."
" Ian, don't look at this as a bad thing. Your sacrifice is saving our people.
Your a hero and from what I hear Princess Mandy is quite beautiful. You won't
be married right away your both far to young. For now you will court her and
learn the ways of the Royal Milkovich family."
The young prince could feel the tears falling down his cheek. He tried his best
to remain composed. He was a prince after all and his people needed him to do
this but the thought of leaving his family was terrifying.
The older prince walked over and hugged the sobbing boy tightly.
"Don't cry brother. What you're doing is so brave. You should be proud."
"Will you come see me?"
"Of course we will sweet face" it was his sister that spoke this time. She had
walked over to her younger brothers. She cupped prince Ian's face lovingly. "I
love you brother and I promise we will not abandon you. This is a joining of
our kingdoms, we will see each other again."
The sincerity in her voice was comforting. He grabbed ahold of her waist a
pulled her into a deep hug.
He sniffled. " When am I to leave? Shall I pack my things?"
"That won't be necessary. Your leaving tomorrow. The High King and his youngest
son Prince Mickey will be joining us for supper tonight. The Prince will stay
with you in your chambers, i'l have Sir Kevin put out a cot. King Terry shall
take my chambers."
The older prince scoffed "So where are you going to sleep?" 
" IL be in the guest Chambers with Sir Kevin and Lady Veronica."
"May I be excused sister? I need some fresh air. I feel faint" the young prince
spoke.
"Of course brother both of you may leave. Be on time and dressed for dinner. I
will not have our guest waiting understood?"
The two boys nodded in agreement then walked out of the throne room into the
hallway.
'It will be OK Ian I promise" the older prince placed his hand on his shoulder
briefly, then walked of toward his chambers. He missed the touch already. He
felt so alone in this moment, the thought that this time tomorrow he would be
in a new kingdom, in a new castle was too much for him to process. He walked
out into the court yard and stared up at the sky. The birds were singing in the
trees above him and the sun felt warm and inviting on his skin. He told himself
he was not going to pout. This was a noble opportunity and he would not let his
kingdom down.
"
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian meets Prince Mickey and discovers new feelings he doesn't
     understand.
Chapter Notes
     A/N: I wrote this chapter off the seat of my pants. Mickey may seem
     ooc but I think i did ok. Prince Ian is young and Naive, whereas
     Prince Mickey knows what he wants he just wont admit it. i wrote this
     on my phone, having trouble with the computer sorry about the
     formatting
The young prince stood in front of his mirror. He had just bathed and was
wearing his finest robes per his sister's request. His orange hair shined
brightly underneath his golden crown. He looked like a true prince but still
felt like a child. The task before him was daunting. He hoped he would make his
family and his people proud and bring peace to the kingdoms. 

"Your guests are here your my lord, we must be off"

Prince Ian looked over to the door where Sir Kevin was standing.

"Thank you Sir, I certainly do not want to make a bad first impression" he said

The man laughed" Indeed my lord not to mention the Princess would have your
hide"

The prince smiled, he was going to miss the playful banter he had with the
older man. Sir Kevin and Lady Veronica lived with them in their guest Chambers.
They had lost there lands in the war. Fiona had taken them in.  In exchange for
room and board, they helped the Princess with raising the boys. They had all
grown quite close over the years, they were practically family. He approached
the main hall to enter the dining room when they heard commotion behind the
door.

" Sit up and try to not be a disappointment for once in your life" the voice
was thick and gruff.

" I didn't ask to come here father, you insisted remember? " a younger voice
replied sharply.

"Do not sass me Mikhailo, you are a Prince, now act like it!"

"Are you going to stand there all day brother?" His sister and his brothers
were standing behind him.

Ian blushed embarrassed he'd been caught eves dropping on their guests.

"Uh sorry, I got distracted after you Princess"

Fiona opened the door and curtsied.
"Good evening your Majesty, thank you for your travels to meet with us"
The boys followed one by one behind her bowing and taking a seat at the table.
"These are my brothers Prince Lip, Prince Ian, Prince Carl and the Adorable
Prince Liam"

" Pleasure..." The king replied in a sarcastic tone. "This is my youngest son
Prince Mikhailo. He prefers to go by Mickey"

Ian stared at the boy across from him. He couldn't be much older maybe a year
or two. His brows were furrowed with frustration. He had raven hair and fair
skin. His blue eyes were piercing as he stared directly at him with a scowl
painted on his face.

"What the hell are you looking at boy?" 
Ian blushed, once again he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. All
eyes were on him waiting for a response. 

....Say anything, say something.....

"N..Nothing sorry" he managed to squeak out.

....So much for a 1st impression....

The rest of the dinner was silent, with the occasional comment between his
sister and the king, it was quite awful. He was ready to retire to his room and
try to focus on anything other than his trip tomorrow. That's when it hit him,
Prince Mikhailo would be rooming with him tonight. The boy seemed a bit rough
around the edges for royalty and he did not seem to like Ian very much at all.
He had a feeling this would be a long night.

The servants cleared the table and they all made their way to the main hall. 
Fiona turned to address the Prince. "Prince Mickey you will be staying with Ian
tonight. We have laid out a bed for you and our servants are at your disposal"

"Yeah that's not going to happen. I'd rather sleep with the livestock than
share a room with gingerbread here." pointed at Ian

Ian was deeply offended by the comment. His brothers and the other children
poked fun at his freckles and his red hair. With his sister Debra gone he was
the only "ginger" among their people.

"Enough Mikhailo you are a guest here. You will do as you are told and you
WILLthank the Princess for her hospitality" his father snapped.

The raven haired boy just stood there petulantly glaring at them.

"Do not test me boy"

His father took a few steps closer to him, close enough that the princes
expression changed and he sighed in defeat.

"Fine. Thank you" the Prince mumbled softly.

The Princess clapped her hands together.
"OK then  boys it's time for bed. Long day ahead tomorrow. Sir Kevin please
escort the boys to their chamber and make sure they have everything they need"

"Yes my lady. Come now boys off to bed"

Ian followed after the man. He looked over his shoulder at the angry prince who
was still standing there with his arms crossed across his chest. The boy rolled
his eyes then followed behind him.

Ian found himself staring at the boy across from him. He had not said a word to
him since they entered his room. The older boy plopped down on the cot and
kicked of his shoes. He lay there quietly staring at the ceiling. Ian hated the
silence so he went to changed in the lavatory. When he returned the boy had
rolled over and was facing the wall. It was too early for bed despite what his
sister said. He really wanted to have a conversation with the boy, if he was
going to be staying with the Milkoviches it would be nice to have a friend. He
took a deep breath.

"Are you comfortable Mikhailo, do you need anything?"

The boy rolled over.
"It's Mickey, and if you could shut the hell up that would be great"

Ian was not used to being talked to in such a fashion. He was royalty after
all. Mickey was a guest in his home, in his kingdom. He raced  over the older
boy.

" What is your problem with me mickey?" 
Mickey looked up at him, briefly he could see something in his eyes but the boy
was hard to read.

" I don't have a problem with you Gallagher I just don't like you"

Ian scoffed in annoyance.
"Well that makes too of us then." His voice began to raise "You are by far the
rudest person I have ever met. How dare you come into my home and disrespect my
sister and myself. You glare at me at dinner, don't even address me properly.
Just because your a Prince doesn't mean you don't have to treat people...."

"Easy there Red, keep going like that you might just keel over."

The young prince stopped and looked at him curiously.
The older boys blue eyes met with his.

" Don't take it personal, I don't like anybody really." Mickey voice was deep
and soft as he spoke.

He's not sure why he decided to sit down on the bed next to Mickey. It may have
been the fact this was the most the boy had spoken with him since he arrived,
it could also be that the boys eyes seems to be drawing him in. They were
filled with mystery and Ian was quite curious.

" I don't want to leave. I'm no ready to leave my family. I was just told
yesterday, it's not fair" he said without thinking. It had been on his mind
from the moment he saw the King. The reality of the situation had set in and he
wanted nothing more than to run away.

Mickey seemed to soften a bit more at his words "What are you talking about
man?"

Ian was confused. Surely the Prince knew about the peace treaty. "I'm leaving
with you and the King tomorrow. I've been promised to your Sister, that's why
you are here, to make peace."
The older boy laughed and poke him in the chest. "You? You're the one who going
to marry Mandy. Not a chance in hell Gallagher. My sister will chew you up and
spit you out. I mean look at you." He squeezed  Ian's shoulder. The contact
made Ian feel tingly .
"Your all skin and bones. Have you even been with a women?"

Ian blushed at the question and stood up walking over to his dresser. He gazed
at his body in the mirror. The prince was right, he was scrawny. He was tall
but he could stand to do some more training. 
He turned around and looked at Mickey, lowering his eyes. "No never. My brother
Lip is the one who has luck with the ladies. It has never been my strong suit"

The boy rubbed his bottom lip and  looked deviously at him ."Right... so your a
virgin then?"
Mickey walked up to Ian so they were face to face. 
The young prince was not sure what to say. He had not laid  with a women so it
was obvious he was a virgin, why would the Prince even ask such a private
question. He looked down into his blue eyes. The boy was older but he was a
couple inches shorter than Ian. 

This was not the conversation he had expected. He was not sure what he had
expected to be honest, maybe to talk about the war or learn about his sister,
but this...this was unfamiliar territory. He quickly turned to avoid further
eye contact with the boy. He felt a strange sensation in his body and felt he
needed to compose himself. He looked into the mirror again, his face was bright
red, giving away how flustered he was.
Mickey stepped close behind him and placed a hand on his waist. It made Ian's
heart skip a beat and his mouth became as dry as the desert.

" Look at you Red. Your to pretty for the girls." he whispered softly.

He grabbed Ian's face with his free hand and turned it so that they were both
looking in the mirror at his reflection. Mickey brought his mouth up to his
ear. " I bet they're just jealous of you. You're gorgeous"

His heart was about to punch out of his chest, what was happening right now.
Why was he suddenly being nice and why was he feeling the urge to kiss the
older boy?
Mickey had started to kiss the inside of his neck. His legs felt like jelly,
his mind was racing.
moaned as he bit his neck, tracing over his freckles with his tongue.
"Christ" Ian cursed as he felt himself being swept into whatever this was. The
feel of Mickeys mouth on his body made his pants tighten. The older boy must
have noticed because suddenly his hand was reaching into Ian's robes massaging
his erection.
He saw his reflection, his eyes were bloodshot. He felt Mickeys hand go under
his boxers and grasp him firmly. The sensation of the boys rough yet gentle
hand on his penis was too much. He started to push himself away
"Wait. I don't think"
"Trust me Gallagher, your going to like this. Just look at how hard you are.
Let me take care of you" he started moving his hand up and down his cock. It
felt soo good.
"Oh god Mickey" Ian moaned reaching behind him to grasp the older boy. 
Mickey purred seductively in his ear. "It's OK man I got you"
That was true, he had him in his grasp and he was not letting go. Mickey hand
was we for the pre come that had escaped while he ran his thumb over the tip of
Ian dick, Ian whimpered.
"Christ Mickey..oh my god that feels so good"
Mickey moved faster and squeeze harder, continuing to kiss the princes neck. He
used his free hand to completely remove Ian's robes so he was standing there
naked in front of him. The older boy slowed his pace briefly causing Ian to
whine.
" What's wrong? Why did you stop, did I do something?"

"Nah man, your perfect just wanted to stop and check out that sweet ass you
were hiding" he went back to stroking Ian with one hand his other hand was now
on the boys ass cheek kneading at it gently. He could feel the older boy drop
down to his knees.
"Uh what are you doing?" 
Mickey laughs. "You liked everything so far so just trust me"
Ian nods and falls back into the motion of Mickeys hand sliding up and down his
shaft. He suddenly feel his cheeks being spread. He panics. He was definitely
not ready for that, he didn't know if he would survive this hand job the
feelings he was feeling were so new and intense.
"I can't do that Mickey" he cried.
"It's not that Red, not yet. Just relax for me OK"
He sucked in his lip and did as he was told. He was always very obedient, that
was probably another reason Fiona chose him. His brother was very stubborn,
don't like to take orders.

He felt the weirdest feeling as Mickey's tongue entered him.
"Holy fuck" he moaned.
The older boy swirled his tongue around his rim then dipped it in and out of
his hole.
He could feel the pressure build up inside him.
"Mickey I'm almost there.."
Mickey laughed and gently slipped a finger  inside of the young prince swirling
it around
"Come for me then Princess" 
It was as if his cells were exploding. A wave a ecstasy came over him as he
came hard on mickeys hand.
He felt Mickey pull out his finger and it left him wanting more. He turned
around to see the older boy now sitting back on his cot.
He walked over to him swooning.
"Mickey that was amazing! I've never felt like that before" he leaned down to
kiss the prince.
"Kiss me and I'll smother you in your sleep got it?"

Ian was nervous now. What just happened and why was Mickey being an ass again.

“So you don't want to talk about it?"
“Nothing to talk about” mickey said smugly.
Ian could not believe his ears
"um OK then, so your really going to pretend that didn't just happen?"
"who pretending I just said we don't need to talk about it. Just go to bed.
Your sisters right, long day tomorrow. The older boy yawned and laid down on
his back.

He didn't know what to say. Clearly they needed to talk about what happened but
the older boy refused to. Was this a one time thing? I mean they are going to
be living with each other, see each other everyday. Ian sighed. He decided to
approach Mickey again when he was home. He might not be so awkward if he was in
a safe place. He laid down on his bed and tried to fall asleep.

"night fire-crotch."
Ian couldn't help the giggle that escaped him.
"night Mick"
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     ians leaves to the Milkovich castle....bad at summaries just read
     xoxo
Chapter Notes
     A/N: If you haven't noticed Mickey and Ian have kinda switched rolls.
     Ian wants Mickey but is afraid to admit it and does not understand
     his feelings or the right way to act. Mickey wants Ian and is not
     afraid to act on it..now talking about it is a different story. I've
     been working on my phone so please forgive the formatting.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He  woke up feeling weary the next morning. His dreams has been filled with
black hair and blue eyes leaving him restless. He sat up and stretched looking
across the room. He was not surprised to see he was alone. He rolled his eyes
as he walked over to his dresser to replace the disheveled robes he was
wearing. He could still feel Mickey's touch lingering on him as he got dressed.
Last night was so unexpected yet he found himself wanting more, more kisses
more touching more whispers in his ear. He smiled lazily at the thought.

"Good morning sweet face, did you sleep well? I brought you some tea"
his sister was standing in the doorway smiling holding the cup of tea. He
forced a smile on his face and grabbed the cup from her hands. "Yes sister
thank you. Shall we head to breakfast?"
He ushered behind her and she nodded turning around. He closed the door to his
chambers wondering to himself if he would ever lay in his own bed again. They
walked in silence to the dining room.
Sir Kev was waiting to escort them to there seats. King Terry and his son had
been there when they arrived, the two had already put jam on their toast and
Mickey had a plate full of ham in front of him.

...So much for Manners...

They two waited until the last of their siblings had arrived before making
their plates. Ian noticed the bread was on the other side of the table.
" Please pass the bread Mickey" he said in a low tone. Mickey looked up at him
blankly then tossed the bread basket over to his side of the table almost
causing it to topple to the ground. "what the hell Mi.."
"Come now boys play nice!" His sister said firmly. Ian huffed a tore of a piece
of bread passing the basket to his older brother.

"You alright brother?" 
"I don't want to talk about it" he snapped
"Your leaving soon Ian you night not get another chance"
The words cut deep. His brother was right he was leaving. It was bad enough
that he has to leave but now he was so torn on what was going on in his life,
any control he thought he had was spiraling away.
"Fine don't talk but you must eat Ian"
"I'm not hungry anymore" he shot a glare over at Prince Mickey who was trying
to avoid eye contact but looked up just in time to see the young prince storm
out of the dining room.

He ran into the courtyard to his spot by the garden. The one place he felt at
peace, where he had privacy. The rose bushes acted as a wall, and he could
stare out into the garden at the many flowers. Lulled into relaxation by the
babbling sound of the fountain. The sun felt like a warm blanket as he laid on
the grass. He stared at the clouds thinking about his journey. He wondered how
far his new home was. Would the Princess even like him? what if she hated him?
Mickey had said she would chew him up..What did that even mean? Damn that
Mickey's with his blue eyes and pale skin...Soft lips.. He stared at the sky
picturing the boys face. His memory was great he could clearly see Mickey's
figure now ,all his facial features came in to focus, the way his eyebrows
raised as he sucked in his bottom lip..Mmm that voice saying his name...Wait
what?

"I said...what are you doing out here man, your sister is looking for you?" 

The prince sat up quickly to find the older boys was indeed standing over him.
He brushed the grass of his robe a glanced up at the Prince.
" None of your business, now please leave"

The older boy smiled and sat in the grass next to him "And why would I do that
hmm?"
Ian's mind had a thousand things rushing through his brain as the boy sat close
to him. Finally after a moment of thought he spoke

" I don't understand what you want from me Mickey. I'm so confused, this is all
new to me"
"Stop making it a big deal red" the boy spoke calmly placing his hand on Ian's
thigh.
How was this not a big deal? What the hell is he thinking.
He looked up at Mickey who thumb was rubbing circles on his thigh as he stared
of into the garden. He looked so beautiful.

.... Beautiful..He's never thought a guy looked beautiful before....


The sunlight made his Raven hair shimmer against his pale skin, Ian had to
force himself to look away. He can't be thinking these things. Whatever the
princes game was he could not play. He was going to marry Mandy and join the
kingdoms, that was his destiny. He felt the boy squeeze his thigh bringing him
down from his thoughts. He looked ahead directly into the blue eyes staring at
him.
"What's going on up there fire crotch.....hmm? He tilted his head a raised his
brow waiting for an answer.
Ian just stared at him for a moment then lowered his eyes reaching for Mickey's
hand.

..So tempting and dangerous..

"I can't do this Mickey. We can't d.." he was cut of by  the older boys mouth
meeting with his. He wanted to pull away but feeling mickey's tongue touch his
own felt so right, so he followed his lead. Mickey kissed him fiercely gently
biting his bottom lip then swirling his tongue around his mouth. He rolled on
top of him, kissing his neck then going back to his soft lips. He felt Mickey's
hand grab the back of his head off the grass pulling him in closer. His other
hand was reaching under his robes. He felt his hand caress his now hard shaft.

....Stop...you can't do this....

He pushed the older boy off of him  suddenly.

"What the fuck Gallagher?" He looked at Ian in confusion.

The young prince stood up quickly.
"We can't do..."he moved his fingers between them" this whatever this is. I'm
leaving my home to marry your sister Mickey this can't happen"

Mickeys face had turned from confusion to anger to just a stoned expression. He
ran his fingers through his hair calmly the stood up to face Ian.

" Alright red have it your way" he pushed him in the chest and turned to walk
away
"Mickey don't be upset please" he called after the older boy. He heard him
laugh loudly and them he was gone.

He made his way across the courtyard,  the older princes face still burned in
his brain.

The Princess was standing there with King Terry and the Prince.

"Brother there you are. You gave us quite a fright leaving like that"
Ian shifted uncomfortably trying not to stare at the older boy who seemed
indifferent. "Sorry sister I just wanted to walk around the garden one last
time before I left"
Her eyes softened and she gave him a hug. "I know this is scary but the King
has assured me we can visit whenever we like and that you will get the finest
treatment "

" Your sister is correct young prince, you have nothing to fear Mickey here
will show you around the kingdom and I'm sure my daughter is going to love your
company. She doesn't have many friends her age you know" the king laughed. Even
as the man spoke such kind words Ian still did not trust him. He'd heard the
stories of King Terry he was a violent ruler who used fear and intimidation to
run his kingdom.

Just then sir Kevin arrived followed by his wife and the rest of the Gallagher
family.
“Your carriage is ready your Majesty” he said.
Ian ran over to his older brother and hugged him tightly. He couldn't help the
tears that were welling up in his eyes.
Prince Lip held him tightly.
“You'll be fine little brother. You're strong and smart you have nothing to
fear OK”
He nodded comforted by his brothers words. He said his goodbyes to the rest of
his family
 
“Come now Prince, we must leave if we are to make it to the castle by
nightfall” King Terry spoke loudly.
He looked around longingly at the castle he grew up in and took a deep breath.
“Yes your Majesty, I'm ready”
Prince Mickey had been staring at the ground the whole time Ian was thankful
the older boy did not see him cry. The 3 of them made their way through the
courtyard to where where the carriage was waiting.
 
The trip was torture. The King had sat in front of the carriage leaving the two
princes to sit in their awkward silence. Mickey had not spoken to him since
that morning in the rose garden. His demeanor had changed completely. Rather
than poking fun and the young prince of his usual rude remarks he was just
ignoring him. It was as if Ian wasn't even there, and he could not handle that.
He looked out the window at the countryside. He had to admit it was quiet
beautiful. His kingdom was in the mountains, it had a much different terrain.
This was the first time Ian had seen green hills and valleys covered in grass
and flowers rather than rocks.
 
“Your lands are beautiful Mickey, I never knew a place like this existed” he
sounded like a schoolboy on field trip. He looked over to the older boy in
anticipation but there was no response, instead Mickey turned his head to luck
out the window.
“You can't ignore me forever Mickey” Ian said and scooted closer to the older
boy, he reached down to grab his hand.
 
“get the hell away from me Gallagher, Keep your hands to yourself man” Mickey
snapped shoving Ian roughly.
 
He shouldn't be surprised by the boys reaction. Mickey had actually kissed him
earlier, something he had previously threatened him with violence over. Of
course Ian chose that time to push him away. He sat there playing with his
hands staring at the ground. Oh how he prayed they would just get there
already. His prayers were answered swiftly. He felt the carriage come to an
abrupt stop, then an older gentleman opened up the door.
“Welcome back you highness” the man said as he held his hand out to Prince
Mickey. The Prince rolled his eyes and pushed the mans hand aside jumping down
out of the carriage The gentlemen then turned to him
“Prince Gallagher pleasure to meet you, may I?” he held his hand out. Ian being
courteous appreciated the gesture and let the man escort him out.
“My name is Kermit, Prince Mickey's aide at your service sir” the man bowed.
Ian was flattered, they didn't really have aides or servants in their castle.
Except for the services of
Kevin and Veronica but they had volunteered to help.
Kermit let him inside where he was met by the Milkovich family.
“Prince Ian this is my eldest son Prince Iggy and you have already met Mickey.
Now for the main reason you are here let me introduce my daughter Princess
Amanda”
 
He looked behind the king and saw a girl being escorted over. She had the same
rave hair as Mickey, and her eyes were just as dangerous. Ian was taken back by
her beauty.
The king grabbed the girls arm and shoved her forward. “Amanda this is Prince
Ian, he is who I have chosen for you to marry”
The girls eyes narrowed in on him. “You can't be serious father. Look at him,
he's just a child” she scoffed.
Mickey laughed behind him, Ian turned and shot him a menacing look. He glared
back as if daring the young prince. He decided to turn on the charm. Sure he
had never slept with a women but he had plenty of lady friends, he knew how to
talk to a women just not pleasure one.
“Pleased to meet you Princess. You're more beautiful than the stories. I'm
honored to be here in you presence.”
The young girl blushed and held out her hand.
“Well Prince Gallagher, surely the pleasure is mine”
He kissed her hand and she giggled.
Mickey rolled his eyes “Give me a break”
The princess glared at her brother then her eyes met once again with Ian.
“You must be thirsty from your travel prince. Come with me I shall show where
the dining room is and take you too your room' the girl smiled seductively.
 
“Alright you two.” The King interrupted. “Mandy you will have plenty of time to
get to know the prince. Mikhailo you will give Ian a tour of the castle and
escort him to his chambers. Be on time for supper I will not be kept waiting.”
The king walked away with his daughter and eldest son leaving the two young
princes alone once again.
The older boy sighed in frustration then looked over at Ian “Let's get this
over with come on Gallagher”
He followed behind Mickey as they walked around the castle. Mandy was right he
was thirsty and apparently so was Mickey. The made it to the kitchen and Mickey
poured them both a glass of ale.
“Drink up red”
Ian had never had ale. Lip always refused to let him try it, the one time he
almost snuck a sip Fiona was on him bout how he was to young. Now here he was
trying something else for the first time.
“You deaf Gallagher?” Mickey looked annoyed.
“Um sorry Mick, I've just never had ale before”
The older boy smiled and shoved him in the shoulder. “You serious kid, how
sheltered are you. You've never had ale, never had sex, just a virgin all the
way around aren't you”
Ian didn't know what to say. Mickey touching his shoulder even if was to push
him sent waves of electricity through his body. He had never felt this way
before, sure he had thought girls at home were pretty, but his mind never
wandered past that. Now standing here in the kitchen staring at the older boys
scowling face all he could think of was kissing him again, feeling his hands
run down his body. He needed to get away now he didn't need a tour, he just
wanted to find his chambers and be alone.
 
“Can you please just take me my room, I'll take a tour another time” he said
avoiding the boys gaze.
Mickey placed his glass on the counter and walked up to him, his hand once
again found his waist causing Ian to breath heavily.
 
“What you don't like my company now red?” he whispers in Ian's ear.
Ian can feel the tightening in his pant and he hates how his brain is telling
him to leave, he want's Mickey to touch him so badly but he can't do it. He
placed his hand on the older boys shoulder shifting himself away.
“I'm here for your sister Mickey. Please take me to my room” he say dryly.
The older boy rubs his bottom lip with his knuckle and leans against the
counter.
“You think i'm gonna help you kid. Find it yourself , I'm not here to serve
you”
“But Mick..I don't”
“It's Mickey, not Mick and I don't give a damn what you have to say red, you're
on your on from here.” he grabbed his ale and chugged it down quickly, then
walked out of the kitchen leaving him, alone and now lost in this new place.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: the next chapter will be longer and from mickeys pov. A recap
     and new events as well.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey remember the day he met Prince Ian.
Chapter Notes
     A/N: So this is basically a re-write of chapter 2 from Mickey's POV
     and there are two parts. I wanted to show case how Mickey really felt
     to better understand him in later chapters. The majority of the story
     is written in Ian's POV, i'll probably have Mickey again closer to
     the end. I hope you like it even though you know what happens it
     think its cool to see it through Mickey's eyes. Thank you guys for
     all the support. Hope to have the second part which is his current
     POV up by the end of the week.
     ps: I've never done a flashback before sorry if it was hard to follow
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mickey sulked all the way to his chamber cursing Gallagher under his breath.
Why was he even bothering with that skinny ginger anyways? Come on... who at 15
has not drunk ale? His father had sat him down when he turned 10 and they drank
together.

" Your officially a man now son, time for you know the rewards that come with
it" he passed mickey the goblet and watched as he downed it. That was also the
night he learned what sex was. He didn't try it until he was 14 but he watched
as his father ravished a local tavern girl. He did not see the appeal at such a
young age. Even after sleeping with a servant girl at 14 he still didn't like
it. It wasn't until he tried things with a local farm boy that he realized he
liked boys. The boy would bring carts of food to the castle then he and the
prince would sneak away. Too bad for the prince the boy had sticky fingers, he
was caught leaving the castle with the Princess jewelry so King Terry threw him
in the dungeon. The prince begged for his father's leniency since he was such a
dear friend, so rather than kill the boy, he had him and his family exiled and
he never saw him again.

He had since kept to himself. He didn't have any friends. He slept with the
occasional peasant girl to throw the king off his peculiarities, but mainly he
took care of himself, and he was fine with that. It was lonely but it worked.
That was until he saw Ian Gallagher. He knew from the moment he saw the
Prince's orange hair, freckles and the innocent look on the boys face that he
wanted him. He wanted to touch him and run his hand through his hair. He wanted
to tell him stories of his kingdom and feel his head on his chest. That was
until his father had informed him that it was not Prince Phillip, who was going
to marry his sister but rather the young prince instead. They had just sat down
for dinner at the Gallagher's when the King informed him of his intentions. He
looked at his father defiantly slouching down in his chair.

"I don't understand why father. You could choose the older one, he looks like
he could actually defend Mandy not that scrawny little boy. " 

" Sit up and try to not be a disappointment for once in your life" the King
said coldly.

" I didn't ask to come here father, you insisted remember?" Mickey replied. It
was true, he was minding his own business drinking a glass of ale when the King
approached him in the courtyard. He had told him he must come along to meet the
Gallagher's, it was his Princely duty whatever that meant. He knew better than
to argue with the King so he went.

King Terry leaned in closer to him, he could smell the ale on his breath

"Do not sass me Mikhailo, you are a Prince, now act like it!"

Just then the whole Gallagher clan came through the door. The young prince took
a seat directly across from him. He was dressed in a nice white shirt tucked
into his trousers and a black and gold robe was draped across his shoulders.
Mickey eyed the boy, he looked stunning, he felt his hands start to sweat and
his chest tighten.
 
…..what the fuck is wrong with you?...get it together...
 
He tried his best to avoiding staring ahead, just occasionally glancing up at
the boy. The dinner was uneventful for the most part. His father had talked to
the Princess about the treaty and the boys quietly ate their food. He suddenly
felt eyes on him . He glanced up to see Prince Ian staring at him
curiously..there was something in his eyes that made him feel like blushing .
That certainly could not happen, he did NOT blush. He thought about what to and
decided to snap at the boy. He couldn't risk his dad noticing their unspoken
moment, when their eyes connected it felt electric
.
"What the hell are you looking at boy?" 

To his surprise the young prince blushed bright crimson and stuttered his
reply.
 
“N..Nothing...sorry”
 
That had to have been the cutest thing Mickey had ever seen. The young prince
sat their nervously and finished his dinner. Mickey kept the scowl painted on
his face but inside he was playing back the look he had received earlier from
the boy wondering what mysteries were hiding behind his emerald eyes.
 
After dinner the princess had informed him that he would indeed be rooming with
the young prince. The thought of seeing the boy alone in his chambers was too
much for him so he decided to say something mean, maybe then she would put him
in a guest room.
 
"Yeah that's not going to happen. I'd rather sleep with the livestock than
share a room with gingerbread here."
 
His plan immediately backfired, not only did he get a scolding in front of
everyone from the king, but he could see the anger and hurt in Ian's eyes from
his words. The truth was he wanted to curl up next to the prince and count out
every freckle on his face. How gay was that? When did he turn into such a
bitch? This is why he didn't want to share a room with the boy but it looked
like that would be inevitable.
 
The two were escorted to the young prince's chambers across the court yard from
the main hall. He walked in and went straight for the cot that was laying in
the far corner of the room. He kicked his shoes of and decided he was just
going to go to sleep. Ian sat on his bed quietly and that was fine with him, in
fact he might have been able to ignore his feeling completely, just block them
out had the boy not pursued conversation with him. He could hear the young
prince go and from the lavatory then plop back down on his bed. Mickey was now
lying on his side facing the wall. Once again he could feel the boys
penetrating stare. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to pretend he was back
in his own bed and not being stared at by some sexy red head that was off
limits. He was just about to drift to sleep when the young prince spoke.
He had asked him if he was OK , if he needed anything.
 
….. yes, to kiss the freckles off your face......
 
He shook his head at the thought. He was in fact OK, he would be perfect if he
could fall asleep and get this torturous night over with, so instead of
ignoring the boy he went with his usual defense. He rolled over and told Ian to
shut the hell up. The boy sat their looking confused then ask what his problem
was.
 
.....every time I look at you I get a tingly feeling and butterflies in my
stomach......
 
He told the boy it was nothing personal, he just didn't like him. He had hoped
that would satisfy Ian enough that he could go back to sleep. The young Prince
looked at him blankly for a moment before rushing over to his cot. He was not
prepared for the boys reaction, in fact it startled him. Ian was going on about
how he had no respect for him and his sister and how he was the rudest person
he had ever met. His eyes were full and passionate as he spoke and by the sound
of his voice he had plenty more to say. Mickey couldn't help the laugh that
escaped his lips. He told the fuming prince to relax and take a breath. He was
genuinely concerned, the boy was ranting and looked like he could pass out. Ian
did stop but in turn he stood their staring at Mickey like he was waiting for
something else. Mickey rubbed his chin before telling the boy not to take it
personal, he didn't like anybody. He saw a softness appear in Ian's eyes at his
words and was amazed when he sat down next to him.
 
….control yourself..don't say anything, ignore him and he will go away...his
mind was racing as tried to avoid making eye contact...another failed attempt.
 
The boys green eyes met with his and suddenly Ian was confiding in him about
his fear of leaving home, it was to much too soon and he looked like he was
going to break down. Mickey wanted to comfort the boy but decided instead to
act as if he had no idea what he was talking about. This surprised Ian, he
started to explain how he was being sent to marry Princess Mandy but Mickey cut
him off. The last thing he wanted to think about was the young prince sleeping
in the same bed as his bitch sister. He thought if he intimidated him maybe he
could convince his sister to let him stay. That wouldn't help his own situation
but at least he could go home and put Ian Gallagher out of his mind, maybe find
some servant boy to vent his sexual frustration on. He told the boy he had no
chance with his sister, he was to weak to handle her, it would never work. He
didn't even realize he had touched Ian's shoulder until he felt the boys body
tense up. This made him curious, Ian had been staring at him since he arrived,
maybe the attraction was mutual but the the boy was to afraid to admit it. He
took the opportunity to ask Ian if he'd ever been with a women. He responded
quickly, telling him no and this made him even more curious. Just then the
young boy stood up and walked over to his dresser. He stood their staring at
his reflection. Mickey needed to know if he had been with a guy before so he
asked him if he was a virgin to be safe The boy turned to him, his gaze was
lowered to floor. He stood there silently before turning back to his
reflection. Mickey did not know why he had gotten up and walked over to the
boy, maybe it was the sadness in his eyes as he looked in the mirror. Mickey
recognized that look, the look that came from feeling inferior, from feeling
that you didn't belong, he wanted Ian to smile, to take that look away. He took
a deep breath and reached out wrapping his hand around the boys waist. He
didn't push him away so he grabbed his face and made him look in the mirror
again, this time telling him how gorgeous he was. He heard the boys breathing
change when he whispered in his ear and he knew it was over. He couldn't
control his emotions anymore and it appeared as if Ian was feeling the same
way, so he proceeded to seduce the prince. Soon his mouth was on Ian's neck
licking and sucking at his freckles, something he had wanted to do since the
moment he saw the boy. He heard Ian let out a gasp and felt the the growing
erection in his pants. He slowly moved his hand inside Ian's robe, until his
hand was touching his warm skin, thumbing over the tip of his dick. Ian reached
and arm out to grab him, his eyes were blood shot and he was breathing heavily.
 
“Wait..I don't think...”
 
He was too far gone to stop he would if he had too but he told Ian to relax and
let him take care of him and he did. God did he look sexy standing there,
flustered and covered in sweat as Mickey satisfied him. He needed to see more,
he slowed down his pace on Ian and went to remove the robe that was robbing him
of a proper view of the redhead. It was so cute how the boy reacted, it was
then he knew he really did want this as much as he did. The robe fell to the
floor revealing a surprisingly toned and very sexy Ian Gallagher. He was not
scrawny at all, his delicious shape was drowned by the amount of clothing he
was wearing. He placed a hand on his tight ass, his skin was so soft and supple
as he squeezed a cheek. He wanted to devour the boy in every way possible but
he knew it was too soon. The young prince was already a mess above him, he
didn't know how much more Ian could take. He settled for tasting the boy
instead, seeing as Ian was a virgin surely his tongue would be enough to put
him over the edge. He dropped down gently to his knees and parted the boys
cheeks. He felt Ian freeze, his breathing stilled and he cried out that he
wasn't ready. Mickey knew to take baby steps so he assured him that he was not
going to do “that” rather something he would definitely enjoy . He told him to
relax and trust him. The boy did, and Mickey licked the rim of his hole. Ian
shuddered above him but didn't push him away so he continued. This time he
dipped his tongue inside the prince and Ian let out the most amazing moan. He
told Mickey he was about to cum and he couldn't resist. He looked so hot naked
and standing on the brink of release. He licked his finger and gently stuck it
inside of him twirling it around.
“Come for me princess” he said, not caring how ridiculous it sounded. The boy
came hard on his hand. He let the moment linger for only a second before
getting up and walking to his bed. He wiped his hand on the blanket and laid
down staring at the ceiling.
 
...what the fuck did I just do....
 
He barely had time to properly scold himself for his actions before he was met
with the stare of green eyes. Gone was the look he hated so much, it was
replaced by a huge grin and doe eyes
 
...fuck...
 
"Mickey that was amazing! I've never felt like that before" he stood their
petrified as the prince leaned down to kiss him. Instantly his walls went back
up, he shouldn't have lowered his guard to begin with, he needed the prince to
slow down.

"Kiss me and I'll smother you in your sleep got it?" he hissed defensively.

That did it. Ian went from over the moon to sulky with just a few words. He
kept tying to get him to talk about what happened but he was not a talker. He
told him not to make a big deal out of it and to go to bed The young prince
looked beyond confused and slightly hurt as he got into bed.
 
….............................................................................................................................................................
 
 

He kept thinking about the look in the boys eyes when he first shut him down.
Maybe if he would have talked with him, given him what he wanted then, the boy
would still want him.
 
…..not a chance.....
 
It was too late now Gallagher had made it clear twice already that he wanted
nothing to do with him.
 
“I'm here to marry your sister” he had said.
 
….good luck with that...
 
Mickey knew how it was to pretend you were something you're not. It was a
feeling that ate at you from the inside, causing you to due reckless things. He
had mastered how to be gay under the same roof as his violent homophobic
father, he just hoped Ian would be able to do the same. The time would come
where his father would demand things of him and he knew the boy would fall
short. The way Ian kissed him in the garden, he would never be able to kiss his
sister like that, he couldn't. Mickey didn't want him too. sHe wanted to
protect him to take care of him but now he couldn't. He had chosen to push him
aside, and Mickey did not take well to rejection, so now the boy was on his
own. He would stay out of his way and he expected Ian to do the same.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Happily taking prompts! Please comment if you have anything you'd
     like to see, I'm still new at this so it helps me become a better
     writer :). Thank you to those who have followed me and encouraged me,
     i write for you. xoxoxo
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian learns that things are not what they seem. He and Mickey end up
     not being able to avoid each other.
Chapter Notes
     A/N: Thank you for your patience. I had an idea for this story then
     decided to change it. I'm going with more of a Cinderella type
     storyline, which I love.This is a short chapter but I'm happy with
     it.
Ian was thankful to run into Kermit while wondering around the foreign castle.
Prince Mickey had left him to fend for himself and he had no clue where he was
going . Kermit had escorted him to his room where his trunk was waiting on the
bed. He unpacked his things and tried to make the room feel like home. It had
not even been a day and he was already homesick. He wanted so much to lay down
in his own room, in his bed. He didn't know anyone besides Mickey and he wasn't
sure what was running through the older boy's mind. He was happy to finally
meet the Princess. Mandy was very beautiful, he was thankful for that, it's not
that he was shallow but it was definitely a plus in an arranged marriage. Mandy
seemed like someone he could sit down and have a conversation with  .
 
...maybe this wouldn't be so bad...
 
He had just laid down to rest his eyes from his long journey when he heard a
knock at his door.
“Come in”
Kermit was standing there with a change of clothes and a robe.
“Pardon me Prince but the King has requested you wear this to dinner tonight”
Ian glanced at the man with some confusion “Thank you but I have my own
clothes”
Kermit laughed and walked over to him. “come now Prince, you must hurry we
don't want you late for dinner”
Ian grabbed the clothes wearily and walked over to the dressing screen on the
other side of room.
The clothes felt strange on his body. Why couldn't he wear his own clothes?
He wasn't going to make a fuss, he knew better than to cross the king.
 
He was actually looking forward to dinner. It would be nice to see the Princess
again and he was very hungry seeing as he stormed out during his breakfast.
Kermit walked with him into the main dining hall. Holy fuck it was huge. There
was a giant table that looked like it could seat at least 16 people. The
ceilings were high and the room was covered in paintings and tapestries. He
walked past the large table to the front of the room where the the royal family
was seated. This table was grand but it only fit about 10 people.
The Princess was smiling at him, her blue eyes lit up with excitement “I saved
you a seat my Prince”
Ian bowed and took his seat next to Mandy.
“Thank you Princess. This is lovely castle you have” he said trying to make
small talk.
The girl blushed. “It is quite grand, I'd love to give you the full tour. I'm
assuming Mickey only showed you the basics”
“Actually..he really only showed me the kitchen” he laughed “I had to have his
aide show me my chambers”
“That sounds like Mickey. Don't mind him, he's not what we call social”
Ian smiled at the girl. She was very nice, they talked so easily almost as if
they had known each other forever.
He was so caught up in conversation he didn't notice when Prince Mickey sat
down next to him. He could feel eyes upon him, he glanced up to see the King
staring at him from the other end of the table.
 
“I'm glad you like your robes Prince, they suite you. A welcome gift for your
stay here.”
“Yes. Thank you my King. I must admit I was a bit surprised, but it was a nice
gesture”
The King raised his hand, to silence him. His face got dark and serious. “If
you are to be living here you need to know the rules”
Ian nodded giving King Terry his full attention.
“First you are to be dressesed accordingly and on time to Dinner, I don't like
to be kept waiting. Second you'll be exspected to earn your keep of course. You
will work with Mickey to make sure all the chores are kept up. I keep a clean
castle, I don't like messes. I trust Mickey will explain to you how things work
around here.
Ian nodded again, only this time he was confused. Sure he had done things here
and their at home but he never really had “chores” he was a Prince after all.
“Lastly and this is the most important” the King said his voice dropping an
octave “You are not to touch the Princess until you are wed, if I find out
otherwise or you disobey these rules you will be severley punished do you
understand?”
 
 ..punished?...
 
Ian looked at Mickey and Mandy they were staring down at their plates, refusing
to meet his eyes.
“Uh..yes my King. I understand”
'That's what I like to here boy, now eat up before your food gets cold” the
king replied.
He pushed the food around on his plate confused and scared. He was not sure how
to process the information he was given. Surely if Mickey had to do chores,
then it wasn't that bad, he would just be pulling his weight. As for Mandy, he
had no ill intentions towards her, sure she was pretty but he was still a
virgin, he didn't even know what to do. He tried to focus on his dinner but he
couldn't shake the feeling of un easiness. He felt a hand on his, it was the
Princess. Her touch was warm and comforting.
“You'll be fine my Prince, don't worry”
He smiled at the girl hoping she was right.
 
After dinner he laid down in his bed wondering what the next day would bring.
He has a hard time falling asleep, tossing and turning hearing the kings words
echo in his mind.
 
When he woke up the next morning he had a whole new wardrobe. His clothes had
been replaced with fancy dress shirts and new pants. He liked the idea of
having something new but it irritated him that his clothes had been discarded.
He got dressed in a white tunic and black pants, putting on the new robe he had
been giving by the king. He glanced at the clock on the wall and knew if he
didn't leave he would be late for breakfast.
It was early, and his brain was still foggy with sleep as he walked through the
castle halls. Was it a left or a right here? He couldn't remember, he had only
been to the main hall the one time and now he was lost. Great now he was going
to be late and the King had specifically told him, he hated tardiness. Ian
walked around impatiently through the castle halls hoping to come upon the
right room, or even something that looked familiar. He walked until he came to
a room, the door was partially closed and it sounded like someone was inside.
He hoped maybe the person could direct him to the dining room, if he was given
directions he could surely make it before breakfast was served. He went to
knock on the door when he heard a voice, it was the Princess.
 
“Your being stupid Mickey, it's not like he has to be your best friend you just
have to work with the kid, show him the ropes”
“Fuck that Mandy. Why do I have to spend my day with that pompous asshole? He's
here for you anyways.”
 
Ian flinched at the boys words. He had been so hard to read since the first
day. He only wished he could avoid him, but that seemed inevitable.
 
“I know brother but you know I have my etiquette classes and dad.. well you
know how dad feels.”
“Yea..i know, he hates me. Why else would he have me cooking and doing chores
around the castle like a common servant? Now I'm a fucking babysitter too? This
sucks.
“I know. Come brother, enough for now. We'll be late and you know how dad gets”
“Whatever”
 
Ian quickly moved back from the doorway, hiding around the corner as the
siblings emerged from the room. It was amazing how strikingly similar they
looked. From the jet black hair to the ocean blue eyes. Mickey's eyes were
different though. His eyes were dangerous where Mandy's eyes were innocent and
playful. Once they were out of earshot, Ian poked his head into the room. He
couldn't help that he was curious. Right away he could tell this was Mickey's
room. Despite his father not liking messes his chamber must have been the
exception because there were clothes strewn about and empty wine goblets on the
dresser. He sat down on the boys bed and was surprised at how comfortable it
was. He laid back on the bed and he could smell Mickey's scent in the bedding.
He felt the same tingly feeling lying here on the princes bed that he did when
the boy touched his waist in the kitchen.
 
Kitchen..breakfast..fuck...
 
He jumped of the boys bed and ran into the hall shutting the door behind him.
He watched as the pair disappear around the corner earlier so he went the same
way. Luckly Mickey room was only one hallway from the dining hall.
 
He was greeted at the dining room entrance by Kermit. “Good morning Prince,
I've been instructed to show you to the kitchen to prepare breakfast”
Ian looked at him in confusion. He must have heard the man wrong.
“I'm sorry did you say preparebreakfast?”
“Yes your highness” The man glaced from his eyes to his feet. “It would be best
if you reconsider you choice of dresss after Prince. It would be ashame to soil
such fine clothes”
Ian stood there in shock, he was a Prince afterall, not a servant. He did not
cook breakfast, people cooked for him.
He glared fiercley at Kermit.
“You can tell the King that I refuse to be treated this way. I'm not some
servant he can just do with as his pleases.” His voice was dark and harsh
causing the older man to cower. Kermit hesitated momentarily returning his
stare.
“..of..course your Highness.” The older man turned to walk inside and walked
directly into Prince Mickey who looked very upset.
“I'm so sorry Prince, i didn't see you...”
Mickey cut the man off and pushed him aside walking up to Ian. He sucked in his
bottom lip, and Ian could feel his body tense up.
“So let me get this straight Gallagher.” Mickeys says pushing him lightly.
“You think you're too good to pull your weight around here? It's ok for me to
do the cooking and cleaning in my own castle but you...you think your fucking
special that it?”
Ian was speechless. He had totally forgotten that Mickey would be working
alongside him and now he felt like a total jerk.
“Mickey no, I'm sorry. This is just not what I expected. I...”
“Not everything is sunshine and rainbows Gallagher, sooner you realize that the
better.”
“I just thought that...”
“Save it for someone who cares Red, we're going to be late”
Mickey looked him up and down.
“ You're not wearing that are you?”
Ian looked down as his ensemble. He had not planned on cooking a meal. The king
had told him to dress his best.
“Doesn't matter to late now” Mickey scoffed.
“Only get dolled up for dinner. We got to much shit to do around here to be
playing dress up got it”
“Uh..sure Mick..I guess. So we should get cooking then?s”
“Whatever, follow me” Mickey said and turned down the hallway.
Ian couldn't helped but watch the older boy as he walked. He had a certain
swagger that was so magnetic. He felt drawn to him.
“Aye? You coming Princess?”
“Yea..sorry. Let's do this” Ian said walking to catch up with the Prince.
Mickey glanced over a him briefly then quickly looked ahead.
Ian stared thoughtfully a him “What?”
“Nothing” the boy said quickly.
“Come on Mick.”
He looked at him again, this time he was expecting something, maybe for him to
reach for his hand, or pull him in for a kiss. He knew it was wrong of him but
he would not turn the boy away again. He stared into Mickey's blue eyes waiting
for what seemed like an eternity but it was only a few seconds.
“Just don't fucking burn anything”
Ian sighed, bunching his eyebrows. That was not what he expected.
“Yea ok”
 
 
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian and Mickey cook breakfast.
Chapter Notes
     A/N: Sorry for the delay guys, working on a couple stories right now.
     I really wanted to get this scene up i know this chapter is a little
     short so my apologies. I hope you all enjoy. Thank you again for the
     support. Your comments mean so much to me so thank you.
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He followed Mickey into the kitchen, which was surprisingly small. It was about
the same size as his chambers. He became excited looking around at all the
gadgets and the spices. He held up a kitchen knife admiring it.
“Easy there princess, wouldn't want you're dumb ass to get cut” Mickey said
grabbing the knife and tossing him an off white apron.
Mickey made his way over to the cupboard above stove and pulled down a large
stock pot and two frying pans. Ian watched as the kitchen suddenly came to life
with Mickey's guidance. He could tell the Prince was in his comfort zone
cooking because all the stress that was usually in the boys face was replaced
with a look of concentration and pride. The pot Mickey put on the stove had
begun to boil. The boy scooped a cup full of grits from a brown bag on the
floor into the water, throwing in seasonings as it boiled. He put the lid back
on the pot and walked over to the ice chest. Mickey pulled out a bowl and
something wrapped in paper along with a carafe of milk he cradled under his
arm. He walked over to the prep table and sat everything down.
“You gonna stand there all fucking day Princess or you gonna help me?”He looked
over at Ian with a raised brow.
Ian had no idea what to do, but if Mickey would show him he was willing to
learn.
“I want to help Mick, what do I do?”
“Mickey...” the boy said
“OK Mickey” Ian rolled his eyes. “What do I do?”
He pulled a mixing bowl up from underneath the table and looked over at him.
“You ever crack and egg before?”
He wanted to say yes so badly but truth was he's only watched Veronica in the
kitchen, he never actually cooked for himself unless cutting up a piece of
fruit counted.
“No”he spoke softly.
“Jesus Gallagher you really are a princess aren't you?” Mickey spoke
sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
He grabbed an egg from the bowl and instructed him to pay attention. He watched
as he tapped the egg on the side of the bowl then easily pulled the shell apart
letting the yolky goodness slide into the bowl.
“You try now...Go on” he pushed the bowl of eggs towards Ian who nervously
grabbed it. He did exactly what Mickey did earlier only terrible. He hit the
egg on the side of the bowl almost causing it to tip over. He looked at Mickey
who's hand were in his face shaking his head. He tried to pull apart the shell,
but bits and pieces were falling into the bowl.
“Christ man like this” Mickey said frustrated and stood behind him. He placed
his hand over Ian's holding the egg and pressed his finger into the shell to
break it open.
“see, it's easy” he said, his face dangerously close to his own.
Ian felt warmth inside as the older boy stood behind him. His hands were stayed
covering his. He was about to turn around to try and kiss him, when he heard a
bubbling and sizzling sound from behind.
Mickey released his grip and walked over to the stove, removing the lid and
stirring the grits, taking out a small spoonful.
“Just keep doing that to all the eggs, then let me know when your done. We
gotta hurry the fuck up, or we'll be late” he placed the spoon is his mouth and
wrinkled his nose. Ian watched as the boy added more spice into the pot than
put the lid back on. He walked back over to the prep table but only to grab the
paper wrapped package. He undid the twine and pulled back the paper revealing a
block of bacon. Ian eyes followed him as he carefully placed the bacon into the
hot pan on the stove, popping sounds filled the room. The aroma of the cooking
meat was overpowering causing his stomach to rumble. Ian had finished cracking
the eggs and was now trying to pick out the leftover shell that had fallen into
the bowl.
Mickey removed the bacon from the hot pan then gestured over to him. “Bring the
milk too” he said. Ian grabbed the bowl of eggs and the carafe and walked over
to the stove. Mickey grabbed the milk from him pouring about a 1/3 cup into the
eggs then set the carafe down behind him. He glanced up into Ian's eyes then
grabbed his hands again, this time leading him to pour the eggs in the pan.
Mickey grabbed a wooden spoon and handed it to him. Ian grabbed the spoon and
began shuffling the eggs around in the pan, moving them every which way causing
some of the mixture to spill out.
“Na man, that's all wrong. You gotta be gentle with it or it comes out wrong”
He placed his hand over Ian's and gently stirred the eggs in a circle. Ian
leaned his head back and could feel the boys breath on his neck. He dropped the
spoon and turned around pushing Mickey against the table. He looked at the
older boys blue eyes for a moment before crashing their lips together.
“mmm” Mickey moaned as he grabbed Ian's hair. His touch was electric and Ian
suddenly no longer cared that he was here to marry the princess. He wanted
Mickey. He wanted him to touch him again and make him feel good like that night
in castle. Mickey had made him feel things he didn't know were possible. He
placed his hands on the boys face and slid his tongue into his mouth, causing
Mickey to pull him in closer. He tasted sweet like candy and good he smelled so
good, He wanted to kiss him forever. Suddenly the room began to fill with smoke
and Mickey pushed him off abruptly.
“God damn it!” he yelled as he grabbed the hot pan off the stove. The eggs had
completely burned and they didn't have any more to use. Mickey looked panicked.
“I told you not too fucking burn anything! I knew this was going to be a bad
idea.” he said tossing to pan into the sink and glaring at him.
Ian was surprised at the boys tone, he wasn't sure what to do. “I'm sorry” he
said softly.
Mickey's eyes softened and he rubbed his chin “whatever man..its fine we'll
find something else”
He walked around the kitchen for a moment then grabbed some fruit out of the
pantry. He pushed Ian out of the way and began slicing the fruit into small
pieces. He had strawberries, grapes and some kind of melon Ian had never seen
before, it was green.
“Go to the cupboard an pull down 6 plates and six bowls” he ordered.
Ian did as he was told. Mickey plated the food and shook his head looking over
at him again
“Lets hope it's enough. Come on we got like 10 minutes” he said grabbing Ian's
arm an pulling him out of the kitchen.
“Where are we going?” Ian looked around as they walked down an unfamiliar
hallway.
“Back to the dining room, this is just the scenic route” Mickey smiled at him
and Ian felt like he would follow him anywhere. They turned the corner and
Mickey was on him. His mouth pressed so firmly against his he felt like he
could suffocate. He wrapped his hand behind the older boys shoulders letting
his body become some what limp, hanging off of the older boy. Mickey backed him
up against the wall and was reaching down for his pants.
“I thought you said we only had 10 minutes” Ian said breathing heavily pulling
away from Mickey mouth.
The older boy stopped what he was doing and ran is hand through his hair.
“Fuck. You're right Gallagher. Let's go”
He tried his best to will his hard on away as they approached the dining room,
luckily his nerves took care of that when they walked in and saw the King
glaring at them. Mickey said nothing and guided Ian to the table.
“Mikhalio.. Ian..you are late. What is the reason for this?” the Kings face was
dark and solemn.
Ian didn't want Mickey to get in trouble for his mistake so he answered.
“It was my fault your highness I..”
He felt Mickey kick him under the table, then he shot him a glance that said
shut up.
“It was an accident father, won't happen again I promise” he replied and glared
at Ian once again.
“Prince Ian is new here and you are too look after him. You are responsible for
making sure he follows the rules. I'l give you one more chance, if you're late
again you will be punished” the King said then looked down at his plate.
“where are my eggs?”
“There were none father, we will gather them today” Mickey lied, glancing over
at him. He made sure to keep quiet.
“Very well then” Terry replied turning back to his food.
He found his eyes wandering over to the older boy, who sat silently eating his
food. He really was mysterious, Ian wanted to know everything about him. What
his favorite color was, did he like music everything. He felt eyes upon him
again and turned to see the princess smiling at him. She was twisting her hair
on her finger. She looked adorable so he smiled back at her.
“Father can the Prince escort me to my class?” the young girl batted her eyes
lashes at the King.
Terry looked at her than glanced over at him “ As long as he can get his chores
done I don't see a problem” he replied.
“Well this was a lovely breakfast but I'd like to go now. Come now Prince” she
said and stood up from the table walking over to him and holding out her hand.
Ian loved how confident she was, she seemed to be used to getting what she
wanted. He took her hand and bid the table goodbye.
“My prince, Your majesty” He bowed and left to escort the princess.
 
The girl touched his arm sweetly as they walked “Thank you for coming with me
my Prince”
He smiled “Call me Ian. I didn't really have a choice did I?”
“mmm..no not really” she giggled and they headed across the courtyard.
She kept glancing over at him biting her lip.
“Let's stop here” she said pointing to a wooden bench underneath the most
beautiful tree he had ever seen. It had bright pink flowers branching from it.
He nodded and sat down next to Mandy. He wasn't sure what to talk about so he
sat there silently.
“Your cute Ian Gallagher. You know that?” she moved closer to him.
“Th..thank you Princess” he stuttered, distracted by her closeness.
Suddenly she leaned into kiss him, her lips forcing themselves on his. He
kissed her for a moment but felt nothing, not like when he had kissed the
prince. He put his hands up to pusher her off.
“Princess...princess please we can't”
“I won't tell if you don't” she reached for his pants causing him to spring up
knocking her to the ground.
“Ian what the hell?” she screams getting up from the grass and brushing off her
gown.
He knew he was here for Mandy but now that she had kissed him he just wanted to
run the opposite direction. He didn't know what to say as the girl stared at
him with anger and hurt in her eyes.
“I'm sorry Princess. It's just that I'm” ..what was he? Was he gay? Mickey had
been the first person he kissed, did that make him gay? What was he supposed to
say? Would she tell the King?... “ I'm a virgin” he looked down at the ground.
He heard the girl start laughing.
She cupped his face in her hands “You poor thing. I must have terrified you”
He swallowed and nodded his head deciding to go with it.
“Well Prince we can move as slow as you want OK?” she kissed his forehead.
“Come now, I can't be late to class and you have chores to get too”
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     spoiler!! Bottom Ian is coming and I'm super excited to write it. It
     will be through Mickeys POV, next chapter.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey gets caught up in his head. **porn with plot** lol
Chapter Notes
     A/N: Finally an update lol. I hope you guys like. I have been waiting
     to do bottom Ian but i wanted it to be more like love then fucking i
     guess and i had a hard time with that. I hope you enjoy only 3 more
     chapters left.
Mickey sat staring at his food his mind wandering. He couldn't stop picturing
the look on his bitch sisters face when she walked off his red head in tow. He
woke up that day telling himself he was over Ian Gallagher. The young Prince
was to marry his sister and he needed to get over it. He told himself this as
he pulled on his clothes. He repeated it to himself as he slicked back his
raven hair. By the time he started walking to the kitchen to prepare breakfast
he had fully convinced himself he had moved on. It wasn't until he heard the
boy speaking to his aide with such fierceness that he realized he was no where
close to being over him. Ian appeared so docile on the surface, but deep down
he had a fire burning inside and Mickey wanted to be the spark to ignite it. He
wasn't planning on acting on his feelings, not after being turned down twice
before, but when Ian stood there so obviously innocent he couldn't stop
himself. He wrapped his hands around the boys and they fit perfectly each time.
He was surprised by Ian's reaction, sure Mickey couldn't control himself but
the boy had previously turned down his advances so he expected nothing less.
This time however, instead of pulling away from his touch Ian moved into it. He
let Mickey's hands linger and then fucking kissed him. The kid pushed him onto
the table and actually kissedhim. That kiss was the death of Mickey. It brought
back all the urges and desires he had been feeling since the first day he saw
that freckled face and those mysterious green eyes.
 
He had lost his appetite. His mind was wandering to the most unpleasant places.
All he could do as he sat there pushing his food around was picture his sister
and Ian making out. He pictured his hands in her hair and her whispering his
name.
 
...fuck...
 
He shook his head to try and dislodge the unpleasant thoughts. He knew in his
heart it was true. They probably laughed together walking hand and hand, then
Mandy flashed that stupid fucking smile she had that broke hearts. He knew his
sister well enough, she could have any man she wanted with that fucking smile.
She probably made him smile back ...asshole... and then made her move. Ian was
so innocent and naive he would probably just disregard the Kings warning and go
for it. Fucking Mandy! She would be the one to deflower his Ian when he spotted
him first. He was the one who wanted to share everything with the kid, all she
wanted was to satisfy her curiosity. To know what she was going to be sleeping
next too for the rest of her life....fuck... It should be him. He should be the
one making the Prince smile, making him laugh. Fuck her and fuck Ian for going
with her. He should be here eating his breakfast and helping him clean up. Who
does he think he is leaving him by himself after the moment they shared? He
should have known it was just fleeting. The kid had know idea what he wanted.
He was just blindly following whatever directions were given to him. He
probably thought of him as some weird experiment, something to toy around with
before he actually fucked his sister and realized he was into girls. Mandy
would sink her claws in and he would forget about him, fuck he probably already
has. The thought made him so angry he threw his fork down onto his plate.
 
..fuck..
 
“Mikhalio!” his fathers voice snapped him back into reality.
“yes father?”
“Stop daydreaming boy and clean up this mess” The king pushed his plate away
and stood up from the table.
Sometimes Mickey hated his life. He was treated like a common servant unless
the King needed to flash around his sons then he suddenly became a Prince
again. It had all changed the day his father pardoned the merchant boy and his
family. He had a suspicion the King was aware of his peculiarities and this was
his way of punishing him. Terry would not directly acknowledge the fact that he
was gay, instead he was just determined to make his life hell. Mickey knew if
he settled down with a lady from the kingdom, hell even if he just started
sleeping around with the whores at the tavern his father would change the way
he treated him. He would be his favorite again and given him the affection he
secretly craved so much. That would never happen though, they both knew it.
Instead Mickey was a slave in his own castle as his dad pretended to look the
other way.
He let out a sigh as he watched his father walk out of the room
 
....fucking prick.....
 
He angrily walked back to the kitchen and grabbed an empty bucket from off the
floor and a rag from the sink. He walked back to the dinning room and threw the
dishes into the tub, haphazardly wiping down the table. He could care less
about his chores right now. He was pissed, between his fathers lack of respect
and Ian sauntering off with his sister ....ugh....
By the time he finished cleaning up the breakfast dishes and the kitchen he was
fucking over it.
 
Mickey was walking down the hall with a scowl painted on his face heading for
the courtyard. It was time to feed the animals and clean the stable. Just
another perk of being him. He turned the corner to go outside when he ran into
none other than Ian Gallagher.
Ian looked at him with warmth in his eyes and he found it hard to breath, he
was so angry.
“Hey Mick”
“Hey your fucking self Gallagher” Mickey hissed at him.
Who did the did think he was? He just had his tongue down his sisters throat
and now he's trying to be all cute ..fuck that...
“Um..OK...” the kid stood there and stared at him with confusion.
“I was just going to go change” Ian couldn't even look him in the eye as he
stumbled over his words “ What do....should I...”
“spit it out Gallagher I don't have all day! Some of us actually have shit to
do instead of fucking off”
Ian stood up tall and this time their eyes met, instead of confusion there was
anger.
“I don't know what your problem is but I'm going to change so I CAN do my
fucking chores, you're supposed to be showing me what to do, not acting like an
asshole”
Mickey rolled his eyes. “The fuck do I care what you do man? Change your
fucking clothes Princess and meet me in the stables, that is unless you think
your entitled ass is too good for that.”
Ian crossed his arms and shook his head scolding him with his eyes but not
saying a word.
“yea that's what I thought” Mickey said and walked outside to the stables.
 
He didn't really know why he was so upset with Ian. He didn't know for sure
something happened but it was Mandy...of course something happened. He opened
the door to the stables and grabbed down a bail of hay. He walked over to the
two horses who seemed to be staring at him, judging him with there big eyes.
“The fuck you looking it” he yelled at the horses, throwing hay in their faces.
He was loosing it, there was too much on his mind and everything centered
around Ian. He distributed the hay properly this time between the two mares and
leaned up against the first stall door, not wanting to rake up horseshit. This
is what his life as a Prince had been reduced to, other Prince's like fucking
Ian, had their own servants and shit cleaning up after them, making them food
and answering their every whim. He walked over to grab the rake to start
cleaning the 1st stall when he felt someone elses presence.
“What do you want me to do?” Ian asked quietly. The anger he had seen earlier
had dissipated and he was again looking a lost boy in a strange place.
Mickeys eyes darted to the boys clothes. He was used to dressing down and
wearing rags to do his chores, it was normal for him but as he looked at the
young Prince he felt a hint of sadness. He was too beautiful to be in such a
demeaning position. As he stood in front of him, Mickey remembered how toned
the boy was underneath his layers of clothes and how soft his skin felt when he
touched it with his lips.
 
…..no....
 
He was mad at Ian and he needed to stay mad. There was no point in wishing they
were something they were not when he was just going to marry his sister and go
on living happily ever fucking after.
“Hello are you even listening to me?” Ian's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
“Just fucking grab a rake and start cleaning out that stall” he pointed across
the stable to where the other horse was standing.
“OK” Ian said defeated.
He watched as the red head picked up the rake and trudged over to the stall,
the confidence drained from his body.
They worked in silence, Ian occasionally glancing over at him with his emerald
eyes. Mickey was trying to focus on just getting this done so he could move
onto his last few chores of the day inside. He would lock himself in his room,
away from prying eyes and left with his thoughts. He could feel sweat dripping
down from his face his neck from the summer heat. He stood up and stretched
raising the bottom of his shirt to his face to wipe away the sweat revealing
his toned body. He didn't have a six pack but he was still in good shape. He
could feel the Ian's eyes burrowing into the back of his skull and he couldn't
take it.
“Why do you keep fucking looking at me?” he snapped.
Ian smiled weakly, his dimpled cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Stop
giving me something to look at then if you don't want the attention”
“Fuck you man” Mickey flipped him off then turned back to his pile.
“Maybe” Ian replied just soft enough for Mickey to hear.
 
...seriously...
 
He felt his hands begin to sweat and his heart rate speed up as he threw his
rake on the ground and walked over to Ian ready to punch him in the face.
“The fuck did you just say Gallagher?”
Ian turned to him and folded his arms raising his eye brow “ I said ....maybe”
Mickey looked away and laughed in disbelief.
“Not gonna happen so fuck off” he spoke getting dangerously close to the boys
face.
Ian's lips looked so soft and pink, even as the words left his mouth he wanted
to kiss them and never stop. Why couldn't he move past this kid? What was so
fucking special about him that he had him so completely fucking twisted? He was
about to turn away when Ian reached out and pulled him in, so that there faces
were touching and he could feel the warmth of the Ian's breath.
“What did I do Mick?” Ian stared down at him looking genuinely confused.
Mickey stood there in the boys grasp, staring into his eyes and felt weak at
the knees. His stomach was fluttering and he felt like he was going to die. Ian
was too much, he was to perfect and being around him gave him butterflies..hes
never gotten fucking butterflies.. It didn't matter though. What was he going
to do with butterflies anyways? They wouldn't smile back at him or keep him
warm at night. The more he looked into those eyes the fluttering feeling was
slowly being replaced with a bubbling anger.
“Why don't you fucking ask Mandy?” he pushed Ian away but stayed standing in
front of him.
Ian's eyes dropped to the ground, a look of guilt written on his face. Mickey's
fears had been confirmed in that moment. He knew now the thought's he had in
his head were a reality.
“Wow..really? You actually did it didn't you” he shook his head and stepped
back in disgust. Why was he surprised? This is what he'd been thinking all
along.
Ian finally met his gaze. “I'm sorry Mick, it was so random, she basically
forced herself on me”
“Yea.. I bet she had to try real hard” He scoffed and walked back over to his
pile to heaving the waste into the wheel barrel with his rake. He looked over
at Ian's stall, it was already pretty clean from the last time. It' not like
the King checked his chores he just wanted the pleasure of knowing Mickey was
doing them. He couldn't be around the young Prince anymore, he just wanted him
to leave.
“We're done here. Don't fucking talk to me, just put the rake back and go
inside. I can do the rest of the chores by my damn self”
“I didn't think she would tell you Mickey, but it wasn't a big deal, it meant
nothing” Ian cried reaching for him again.
Mickey bit his bottom lip and rubbed his nose with his finger, placing his hand
between the two of them.
“you really are just a little spoiled brat aren't you? It meant nothing to you,
did you ever think how I would feel?”he hated how he sounded like a bitch right
now, but he couldn't believe Ian would sleep with his sister right after they
had reconnected. They had a moment didn't they? Why would he give him hope
again just to rip it away.
 
..stupid..stupid...
 
“It was just a kiss Mickey and I pushed her off almost instantly I swear. I
couldn't do it. I kept thinking of you”
“Yea well....wait what?” Mickey wasn't sure he'd heard the boy correctly. ….a
kiss?...
“I wanted you Mick. I hated kissing her so I pushed her away”
Mickey could feel the tension is his body lighten. Ian turned down Mandy
because of him. He actually liked him?
“What happened then?” Mickey looked at him, his eyes softened slightly.
“She freaked out on me. I was so afraid she would tell the King, I told her I
was a virgin and just scared”
Mickey laughed picturing the look on his sisters face after she'd been turned
down for the 1st time in her life.
“what's so funny?” Ian looked at him curiously.
Mickey scanned Ian's body as the boy stood their looking more confused then
before.
...fuck it.... Mickey let go off the wheel barrel and walked over to Ian. He
reached up and pulled the boys head down into a passionate kiss. He tugged at
his bottom lip eagerly before gently tracing his tongue between the two asking
for access. Ian granted his request and soon he had the boy pressed up again
the stable wall, his hand running through his red hair, swirling his tongue in
his mouth.
Ian breathed heavily and cupped his face. “Mickey... I want you” he said, a
look of pure lust in his eyes.
“yea?” Mickey licked his lips and pulled away quickly.
“Wh..what? wait. Where are you going?”
“I told you we're done here, follow me” he grabbed Ian's hand and pulled him
out of the stable. They walked in silence to the end of the courtyard and
stopped in front of a door he'd never seen before.
“Where are we going?”
“You ask to many questions man” Mickey replied as he unlocked the door and
pulled Ian inside. He pressed the boy up against the wall.
“wait is this your room?”
“Mmm hmm” Mickey kissed up the soft part of his collar bone causing they boy to
crane up his neck.
“Your so fucking sexy man” he whispered in his ear. He could feel Ian's body
relax underneath his touch.
He wanted the Prince so bad. He wanted all of him and he wanted it now. He
wrapped his hands along the boys waist pulling him away from the wall and
pushing him onto the bed. Ian said nothing just stared at him wide eyed, face
flushed. He climbed on top of him and ran his hands underneath the boys shirt.
Ian tensed for a moment under him as his hands caressed his soft skin. He
pulled the boys shirt over his head and leaned down to kiss his neck again.
“..that feels so good..” Ian moaned breathlessly
“Good” Mickey replied moving his hand down to undo the boys pants.
“Mickey?” Ian looked up him coyly.
“Yea?”
“I want.. I want to touch you..its that OK?”
How could he turn that down? He had been so caught up in feeling and tasting
every inch of the redhead he didn't even think of how it would feel to have Ian
touch him.
“You can do whatever you want man” Mickey said and licked his lips.
Ian smiled up at him before pushing Mickey off of him so that he was now on his
back. He watched as Ian tentatively pulled off his shirt and threw it on the
ground. He kissed his chest, glancing up at him for approval. He flashed a
seductive smile at the boy reassuring him and Ian continued to plant kisses
across his stomach until he reached his pants. He quickly undid Mickey pants
and pulled them off . Ian stared at his now erect penis barely hidden by the
flimsy piece of fabric he called underwear. He slowly moved his hand over the
bulge and began to massage him
“fuck” Mickey breathed heavily not knowing he had been holding his breath until
that moment. It was unbelievable how good it felt to have the boy barely
touching him the thought of it going any further was making him so hot. Ian
continued the massage , kissing his inner thigh, his mouth dangerously close to
his crotch. He was so hard right now, he really just wanted to throw Ian down
on the bed and fuck him, he couldn't do that though. He needed to take his time
no matter how eager he was. He reached out and ran his fingers through the boys
hair giving him the nudge he needed to proceed. Ian's inexperience was so
fucking sexy, Mickey didn't mind teaching him. He slowly pulled down Mickeys
boxers revealing his hard member, the tip glistening with pre cum from Ian's
shy hands. He glance up at him, there eyes meeting briefly before Ian kissed
the tip of his dick.
“mm..that's good” Mickey coaxed, seeing the question lingering in the boys
eyes.
Ian let the head of his dick slip between his lips and Mickey could feel his
tongue gliding down his shaft.
“fuck” Mickey moaned.
It felt unbelievable. Ian's head was now bobbing up and down and he was licking
and sucking his dick like it was a pop sicle. His mouth was so warm and wet, he
gripped the Prince's hair tightly fighting the urge to fuck that warm mouth. He
felt the warmth of an orgasm building up and gently pushed Ian off of him.
He looked so beautiful looking at him with his lips flushed and wet with pre
cum.
“was that OK?”
“Perfect. Come here” Mickey reached down and pulled the boy on top of him and
smashed their lips together. He could taste himself in the boys mouth as their
tongues danced around each other. He looked up at Ian hungrily, their eyes
lingering. He needed to fuck him. He sat up and kissed the boys chastely before
flipping him onto his back. He pulled off his pants and thew his boxers on the
floor. Ian's dick lay against him stomach and Mickey saved a mental image of
this moment.
“I wanna taste you Gallagher” he said, his voice and seductive.
“show me” Ian replied giving him permission to take the lead.
He knealed between the boys legs lifting them over his shoulder so that Ian's
ass was in the air. His kissed his his soft supple skin before biting down on
his ass cheek causing Ian to gasp. He parted the boys cheeks and twirled his
tongue around the outside of his hole.
“mm. Mickey” Ian moaned.
He kissed his hole sucking on it gently then stuck his tongue in moving it in
circles.
“uhh...fuck” Ian cried as he began fucking him with his tongue.
He licked at sucked at his hole until it was sopping wet from his saliva. He
licked a finger and gently pushed in inside the boy.
“Ah” Ian cried and clenched around him.
“You're OK, just relax” He reached out and caressed the boys side.
He felt Ian's body untense under his touch and was able to insert his finger
all the way in. He kissed his hole again, attempting to add more lubrication
and he slowly moved his finger back and forth.
Ian was moaning in pleasure above him making his dick rock hard. He slipped a
second finger inside moving them simultaneously, stretching the young Prince so
he would be ready.
“fuck!” Ian moaned loudly and Mickey knew he had found his prostate. He rubbed
his fingers over the spot, back and forth watching Ian squirm beneath him, his
eyes squeezed shut a look of excstacy on his freckled face.
“You like that?” Mickey increased the speed moving one finger than the other.
“yes..yes..fuck” Ian panted.
“You want me to fuck you?” Mickey reached out and grabbed the boys penis
rubbing the tip between his fingers.
“Fuck..yes. Please Mickey”
That was all he need to hear. He reached under the bed and pulled out his
basket of massage oils. He usually used these in his bath or when his skin was
unusually dry, that was until he found how great they felt when he masturbated.
He placed a generous amount of oil in his hand then ran it across his aching
cock. His eyes met with Ian's asking permission again and the boy nodded.
He took a deep breath reminding himself this was the Prince's first time. He
lined himself up at the boys entrance and slowly pushed in.
Ian eyes widen and he tilts his head back “Oh my god”
“Are you OK? We can stop” Mickey replies kissing his thigh worried maybe this
was too much.
“No.. just keep going” Ian urges him.
He applies more oil to the both of them then pushes in further until he bottoms
out. He waits a moment allowing Ian to adjust to his cock inside him. He begins
to move slowly in and out causing the Prince to whimper.
“Oh..fuck Mickey..fuck”
He reaches down and cradles Ian in his arms leaning against him for leverage.
He kisses him deeply and begins to thrust into him faster.
“fuck Ian” Mickey pants rolling his eyes “ Your ass is so tight. feels so
fucking good”
He increases the pace his balls slapping against Ian's ass he moves in and out.
“You like that Gallagher?” he grunts as he fucks into him.
“s..sooo. Much Mick..fuck” Ian is digging his fingers into the back of his leg
pulling him in closer. Mickey pushes his leg up higher to get a better angle
then thrusts hard into him.
“Ah..uh..” Ian looks so fucking sexy as the sounds escape his lips.
Mickey looks down at his cock going in out of the boys abused hole and he feels
an overwhelming since of pride knowing that he is taking Ian's virginity, not
Mandy...fuck her..
At this point Ian is taking his cock like his body was made for him. He stares
at the boys face watching him lick his lips when he fucks into him.
“You take my cock so well” he leans in closely and whispers in the boys ear.
“Yea?”
“Fuck yea. Turn over”
Ian turns over so that he is now on his hands and knees and Mickey enters him
again. He thrusts deeper into the boys digging his fingers into his hips. The
red head must like this new angle because he's now matching Mickey's thrust
with his own, bucking back on his dick.
“That's right Gallagher. Your so fucking sexy” He reaches up and grabs the boys
hair pulling his head back.
“Fuck me harder” the boy cries out just when Mickey thought he couldn't be more
sexier.
“Fuck yea” Mickey moans and slams into the boy reaching around to grab Ian's
neglected dick.
He moves his hands expertly over the boys shaft rolling the tip between his
fingers.
“Mickey...I ....I'm gonna cum. I...” Ian spills over his hand, letting out a
whimper
He can't contain himself, he hears the words escapes Ian's mouth and he losses
is releasing himself inside him.
He sighs and falls down onto the boys back. “Fuck”
He pulls out and reaches for his shirt. He wipes off his hand and his dick and
hand he soiled shirt to Ian. They lay down next to each other not saying a
word. Mickey's heart is racing, he still can't believe they just fucked. He had
thought maybe if Ian let him fuck him he would get over this crazy obsession,
but now that it was done, everything had been amplified. He turned over to look
at Ian who's eyes were blissful with a stupid grin on his face. Ian placed his
hands under his head and snuggled up to his face. He looked at him with his
innocent eyes so full of emotion.
“You're not going to run off again are you? Pretend this didn't happen?”
Mickey looks at him and touches his cheek “no”
“What are we gonna do Mick?”
The tone is his voice melts his heart.
“Don't worry about it right now. C'mere” he pulls Ian in closer so he can kiss
the boys head.
Ian lays his head on his shoulder and he can tell the young Prince was about to
fall asleep. A few minutes go by and he can hear Ian snoring softly. He runs
his hands across his cheek and through his hair.
“You and me Gallagher. We'll figure it out” he whispers to the sleeping Prince.
 
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     I'm bad at summeries. Ian gets close to both Mickey and Mandy and it
     does not go well.
     Warning there is brief Ian/Mandy but it's not what you think so just
     go with it. Think s1 mandy and it makes more sense.
Chapter Notes
     A/N: I'm alive!! Guy's it has been a month almost, wow what a
     slacker. Thank you for following this story. After this one is
     complete i'm going to write and then post no more chapter by chapter,
     it's makes me anxious especially when i have so many lol. Thank you
     so much for your patience. Crown Royal is coming to an end 2 more
     chapters after this, hopefully you all enjoy the story.
Over the next few weeks Ian had been sneaking into Mickey's chambers during the
night. They would spend hours laying in each others arms just talking and
learning about each other. He could listen to Mickey talk forever. The older
prince was so animated when he spoke. His words held so much passion, it made
Ian smile. He felt like he was living in a fairy tale every time the boys blue
eyes met with his, leaving him with a warm feeling in his heart that he'd never
felt before. Unfortunately their life was far from a fairy tale. He wanted to
run away with Mickey and never look back but the fate of his kingdom was at
stake and he would not sacrifice his people for his own happiness.
 
Every night Mickey would fuck him into the mattress and then he would wrap his
strong arms around him and whisper things to him that he would never expect the
prince would be capable of and each time it surprised him.
“You're so fucking beautiful you know that? You're perfect” he would say.
“I'm gonna take care of you, you'll see, fuck them all”
He even went so far as to give him a nickname other then Gallagher or Red. The
first time he said it Ian had to confirm he had heard correctly. They were
cuddling in bed like usual, Mickey was staring at the ceiling and Ian was
staring at his profile, sketching every detail of the boys face into his
memory. As he stared at Mickey he suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of
sadness and against every fiber in his body he began to cry. The older boy
immediately turned on his side to comfort him.
“You OK man?” Mickey's eyes were filled with concern.
“I just don't want this to end” Ian sobbed, tears running down his cheeks like
a river.
Mickey reached his hand out and wiped the tears from his face with his thumb
“Don't cry Angel, I told you we will figure it out, didn't I? You trust me
don't you?”
 
..That was it Angel? Did he just call him that?...
 
“What did you say?” he sniffled.
“I asked if you trust me” the boy replied staring into his eyes with a raw
passion.
“No before that, you..you called me Angel...” Ian raised his brow curiously .
“Don't fucking ruin it man. Would you rather I call you Gallagher again cause
that can be arranged?” Mickey replied moving away, a hint of annoyance in his
voice. His cheeks were flushed red, clearly embarrassed.
“No..no don't do that. I like it..I was just surprised. I wasn't expecting it
that's all” he replied
Mickey smiled and kissed his head. “There's a fuck ton of shit you don't know
about me man”
Ian stared at him thoughtfully then moved closer to the older boy. Mickey held
him in his arms tightly and they laid in silence. Since that night behind
closed doors, in their fairy tale bubble, Mickey was his and he was
Mickey's..his angel.
 
Ian lay in his bed after returning to his chambers. It felt so lonely without
Mickey he couldn't sleep. Thankfully he got enough sleep in Mickey's chambers
he would still be able to be productive. The chores were getting easier to do,
between the two of them they only took a few hours instead of half the day.
This left him plenty of time to visit with the Princess. They had been becoming
quite good friends. She was just like her older brother, filled with a wisdom
and passion that you would not expect. Things had been going good, since that
day in the court yard the princess had kept her distance when it came to
expecting physical affection. That was until today. Today they were sitting on
the bed in Mandy's chambers. Ian was laughing at her impression of her
etiquette teacher as she walked around the room cracking jokes.
“You're too funny Princess.” he replied clapping his hands as she ended another
joke.
Mandy smiled and sat down beside him on the bed.“Why thank you my Prince”
She moved closer to him to the point she was almost sitting on his lap.
“You know Prince, you've been here over a month now” she said softly twirling
her hair nervously with her fingers.
Wow had it been that long. Time had been flying by so quickly, he couldn't
believe he hadn't seen his family in so long. He would need to write to them
and invite them to visit, the King did promise that would be OK.
“Time has flown by Princess, it feels like just yesterday I arrived here” he
replied.
The Princess stared at him for a moment then placed her hand on top of his. He
flinched instinctively at her touch which caught the girls attention.
“Ian I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?” she looked at him with lustful eyes.
He knew his virgin excuse would only last so long.
“Uh..i don't know Princess. Isn't a bit soon?” ...seriously??....
It was all he could think of to say. The moment the words left his mouth he
regretted them.
The young girl sighed and stood up from the bed fuming. “Look Ian I understand
this is all knew to you, so I'm OK moving slow but you can't even kiss me! Why
don't you like me? How am I supposed to marry someone who can't kiss me after a
whole month?”
The young Prince was at a loss for words. He sat there with his eyes downcast
trying to think whether or not he should tell the Princess about his
relationship with her brother. He was certain she would tell the King and both
he and Mickey would be severely punished. He couldn't risk jeopardizing this
arrangement, not when the fate of his kingdom was in the balance.
“Look Princess, you're beautiful and I do find you attractive, I just don't
know what to do, this is all new to me. I just need some more time” he lied
hoping it would pacify the girl.
His eyes met hers and before he knew it she was on top of him.
“Kiss me”
“Mandy wait...”
“Kiss me Ian Gallagher or I shall tell the King to find me a new suitor and you
will be sent home”
He looked up at her at felt a twinge of guilt when he saw the sadness from
rejection in her eyes. He knew there was no saying NO, at least if he kissed
her that would hopefully keep her at bay long enough for him to think of a plan
to get him out of this situation or at least enough time to ask Mickey for
guidance. He said he had a plan, now was the time to put it into motion before
he fell in to deep with the Princess and the evil game of politics swallowed
him up.
He inhaled a deep breath quietly and met his lips with hers. They were soft but
they felt wrong. He immediately tried to pull back but the Princess deepened
the kiss pressing herself against him. She felt warm on top of him, part of him
wanted to enjoy the feeling as her tongue entered his mouth. Mickey was the
only person he had ever been with and this feeling was completely different.
There were no butterflies in his stomach , just knots. He felt the girls
fingers run through his hair as she relaxed into the kiss allowing him to pull
away.
She smiled devilishly at him.“See that wasn't so hard was it ?”
He smiled and started to sit up.
“Not so fast my Prince”. She leaned down and kissed him again, this time
grabbing his hand and placing it on her side, urging him to hold her. He did
and continued the kiss counting down the moments before she pulled away and he
could make up an excuse to leave. His hand was holding her side and her hand
was again is in his hair, moving his head the way she pleased. He told himself
this was for the kingdom. If Mickey couldn't figure out how to get him out of
the arrangement this is what he would deal with for the rest of his life. It
was different but not terrible, it...it just felt wrong. Suddenly he heard the
door to the Princesses chambers fly open.
 
“Mandy! Dad want's to see you the thrown room come....” He turned to meet the
ocean blue eyes of the older Prince.
“What the fuck is this?” Mickey yelled as he stood in the doorway. His face was
pulled up in disgust and Ian could swear he could see his heartbreaking as he
stood there. Mandy pulled away from him and sat up adjusting herself with a
smug look on her face.
“Relax brother. I came onto him, he is my betrothed after all. Your not going
to tell dad are you?”
Mickey look from her to him, then back at her.
“The fuck do I care what you two do. Dad want's to talk to you” he replied
harshly.
“What does he want?”
“I don't know Princess he talked to me then asked for you how about you go find
out” he snapped.
“Keep your shirt on brother. I'm going” she stood up from the bed and leaned
over and kissed him on the cheek. “Until next time my Prince”. She smiled at
him then rolled her eyes at her brother and walked out of the room.
Mickey turned to leave but not before shooting him a deadly glance.
He jumped up from the bed “Mickey wait..”
The older boy ignored him and sped up his pace heading for the court yard.
“Mickey please let me explain” He cried out of breath.
“Nothing to explain” Mickey replied as he turned the corner .
“Stop” he finally was in reach of the older Prince and grabbed his arm.
Mickey pulled away from him violently. “Don't fucking touch me Gallagher”
“Mickey please it's not what you think” He pleaded hoping the boy would allow
him to explain, his side of the story. He couldn't say no, he couldn't tell her
about them. What was he supposed to do.
“I see. So my sister just magically landed on top of you, that it. Save it
Prince” he said the last word with such disdain like it left a bad taste in his
mouth.
“Mickey I'm sorry I didn't know what to do. What was I supposed to do?” He felt
a tear slide down his face as he tried to justify himself. He felt something
for Mickey he had never felt before, the older Prince made him feel complete.
He couldn't loose that, yet as he stared at Mickey un phased eyes he was
certain he had.
“It's simple Gallagher, you're here for one reason. You're to marry my sister
and live happily fucking after, so just do that and stay out of my way got it!”
he snapped and continued walking.
“I thought you said things were going to be OK?” Ian shouted.
“They would've have” Mickey called back and disappeared around another corner.
Ian felt like he couldn't breath as he watched the walk away. He was at a loss
for words, at this moment the only thing he wanted besides Mickey was his older
brother. God he missed Lip, he was always there when he needed him, full or
wisdom and reassuring words. The boy was only a few years older but he was
quite wise. Ian needed his family, they wouldn't judge him they would
understand. He walked through the castle halls mindlessly, taking in the art on
the walls trying to distract himself. Nothing could take the sound of Mickey's
voice and at the look in his eyes from his brain. He reached his chambers and
went over to the dresser. As he expected there was a pen and parchment so he
decided to write to his family. It had been to long, maybe a visit is what he
needed to help him sort this mess out.
 
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Mickey re-evaluates his encounter with Ian.
     Again i suck at summeries :).
Chapter Notes
     A/N: So i was going to end this in 2 more chapters but now i'm not
     sure. I might take it to 14 cause there are so many more places i
     want to go from here. Thank you everyone who has continued to follow
     the story and again i apologize for the sporadic updates. I hope you
     enjoy
     xoxoxo
Mickey could not believe the events that had just happened. He was certain the
young Prince was finally his. They had spent the last month together and it was
perfect, he was perfect. He made Mickey feel wanted and he thought that maybe
he was feeling the same affection that he was. It was more than sex for him. He
quite enjoyed watching Ian squirm beneath him as he took him in, he fit around
him like a glove, so damn tight and perfect. The sound of his name as it
escaped the boys lips drove him mad but that was nothing compared to the
feeling he got just from the young Prince's smile.
 
….fuck...
 
What was he thinking? How could he believe that Ian would really choose him?
Him...Who was he anyway? He was a servant in his own castle. How could he
expect Ian to believe him when he said things would be OK. He couldn't even
handle his own business. He didn't expect this though. Doubt yes, he had
planned on reassuring the young Prince, that was expected. Seeing him with his
sister though , their mouths entwined, his hand on her side. It hurt his heart
over again as the image played in his mind. The way his sister acted was the
nail on his coffin. She was so oblivious to the damage she was doing, leaning
over to kiss his Ian on the cheek like that. He wanted so badly to hate her.
God he wanted to hate her. He wanted to hate them both but he couldn't. He
walked into his room and plopped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. How
could he think Ian could keep telling her no? It was his sister after all,
being a Princess she rarely took no for an answer. He was lucky it had taken so
long for her to approach Ian after the last encounter. He shuddered again at
the thought of the two together.
 
The young Prince looked so sad when he chased after him. It took all of his
strength to speak to Ian as harshly as he did. He had gotten soft around the
kid. It was the right thing to do. He liked to tell himself and the young
Prince that everything would be OK. He wanted to have a plan but deep down he
knew, nothing short of running away would stop the marriage. Ian would never go
for it, he was to loyal to his family and his kingdom. Mickey could care less
about his kingdom and his family. He might miss Mandy a little but she would be
fine. His eldest brother Iggy would be the hardest one to leave. He was Mickeys
best friend, they told each other everything. He lived at the castle with them
but he was usually out traveling. He came home a few times a year to visit, but
never longer than a few weeks. He was the only one who knew about his male
attraction, who knew he was gay.
 
What did it matter to think about leaving anyways? Ian would never go for it.
The best thing would be for him to forget about the redhead. Forget the way he
made him smile, or how soft his skin was under his lips as he kissed his
freckles. He needed to forget about the way the boy lit up the room with his
mere presence, god he was a light in a dark world that Mickey never thought he
would find. He even gave him a cheesy ass nickname. It came so randomly. The
young prince was laying next to him tears running down his beautiful face
causing his green eyes to shimmer in the candlelight of his room. He looked so
innocent and perfect in that moment looking to him for guidance. He looked like
an angel and for some reason Mickey had called him that. It took the boy by
surprise as much as it did himself, but it felt right. Gallagher seemed so
impersonal and in the closeness they had in that moment he needed to show the
boy how much he cared.
 
..fuck...
 
Who was he kidding? He was sprung. He could not and would not be able to get
over the young Prince. He could deny it until he was blue in the face but he
was feeling...love?...he didn't know what it was but it was beauty and pain
mixed into one terrifying cocktail and right now all he wanted was to hold the
boy in his arms. He didn't want to settle for second, but if that was the only
way Ian could be in his life maybe.....maybe he could do it. He ran his hand
through his hair in frustration and sat up on his bed. He had decided to find
the Prince and reconcile. He knew Ian didn't want to be with Mandy. What they
felt together was real even if the sight of his sister and Ian together made
him question it. Once he was able to be alone and analyze the situation he
realized he may have been to quick to dismiss the boy, he didn't even give him
a chance to explain. Not that he needed to, Mickey knew how forward his sister
could be.
 
He put on a dollop of scented oil that he had on his dresser and opened the
door. He hastily started across the courtyard when he was suddenly approached
by two of his father's guards.
 
“Prince! You must come with us now” the first one spoke. He was taller than the
Prince with stocky shoulders and sandy brown hair.
“Why?” he looked at them raising his eyebrow in suspicion.
“The king would like a word with you”
 
That was weird. He had already spoken to his father earlier. It was quite rare
that they interacted outside of the family meals, and why would he send his
guards instead of Kermit?....fuck....Something was wrong, he could sense it by
the way the guards were standing, their posture was confrontational. They
looked ready to pounce on him if he resisted their request.
“Fine. Let's go” he said against his better judgment. He was racking his brain
trying to find a reason for the sudden request. He had completed all of his
chores. Breakfast went fine. He hadn't been late to any meals..what the hell
was going on?
 
They reached the throne room and the guards followed closely behind him as he
approached.
“Father” he said firmly.
“Son.” The King replied gravely. He was certain now something this was going to
be bad when their eyes met.
“What's going on? Why was I escorted here like a child?”
“You know this castle may look big son but actually it's quite small” his
Father replied, his eyes boring into him.
Mickey looked at his father uncomfortably, afraid to see where this rant would
lead. The King got up from his throne and walked towards him.
“ After speaking with your sister I decided to take a walk through the castle
to clear my mind. War is a stressful thing son.”
“yes father”
“ I was enjoying my stroll when I overheard quite the commotion. It was very
disturbing to say the least. How could you be so selfish Mikhalio? Do you not
care how this behavior reflects on me? How you dalliances reflect on the
kingdom? ”
 
..no..no..no....FUCK....
 
His mind was racing, and his heartbeat sped up as he stood there trying to will
himself to meet his fathers gaze again, but he was filled with what could only
be described as complete terror as the King glowered at him. He had always know
the King was aware that he was gay, that was why he treated him the way he did,
but it had never been confirmed. Mickey gave him no reason except for his own
suspicions.
“My king whatever you heard earlier wasn't what you think” he said, his voice
betrayed him as his words came out shaky.
“No? That is strange because I can clearly remember listening to your entire
conversation with that red headed devil and it appears I have a faggot for a
son”
Mickey cringed at the word, not because it offended him but because his dad
held such hatred for homosexuals.
“Father..” he began to speak but was back handed by the King causing him to
stumble backwards. He would have fallen to the ground from the sheer force of
the blow had the two guards not been holding him up. He looked at his father
pleadingly as he approached. The king grabbed him by the throat and lifted him
to his feet.
“I will not have you ruin this for me Mikhalio, you understand” he yelled in
his face.
He wanted to reply back but he couldn't breath. He could taste the blood in his
mouth, from the earlier hit and now with the kings strong hand wrapped around
his neck he began to feel lightheaded. He was about to pass out, when the King
tossed him backwards to the two guards. He took in a deep breath to try to stay
conscious.
“Take him to the dungeon.” The King glared at him with pure hatred in his eyes.
“You'll stay down there as long as it takes to get the queer out of you boy”
“Please” he yelled as the guards began to haul him off.
“Father” he tried to fight the guards but they overpowered him, the taller one
punched him in the stomach. Mickey was scrappy but the Kings guard were built
men, he could only fight so much before he was forced to give in. He was
dragged down the hall and down the basement steps to the dungeon. It was dark
and damp and smelled of mildew. The guard unlocked a cell and tossed him
inside, quickly locking the door and turning to walk away.
“That's it. You're just going to walk away asshole? I've done nothing wrong” he
yells at the pair as the walk up the stairs.
“Kings orders” one of the men replied before shutting the door.
 
...how did he let this happen?.....
 
He had always been so careful but with Ian he had become careless. He had a
fight with Ian out in the open, in broad daylight, shouting his business out to
the world. Of course the King found out, he had all but told him himself being
so obvious. He sank down to his knees running his hands up his face in despair.
What was he going to do to Ian? He surely would punish him, but clearly he
needed him to marry the Princess. That wouldn't stop his father from giving him
a good lashing though. He knew the King all to well. It was like he was just
waiting for any excuse to punish him. This was why he took his chores so
seriously, enough was enough, he was nobody's whipping boy. He had made sure,
at least until today to try to stay in his fathers good graces as much as he
could.
 
He sat there in the dark and pictured his Ian. His angel. He needed that light
more than anything right now, as he sat alone. The darkness was mixing in with
his thoughts causing him to think the worst. Who knew how long the King would
keep him down here. For all he knew he may never see the light of day again. He
may never see Ian's face again, he felt a tear escape his eye at the mere
thought. He had not cried when Terry hit him or when the guards knocked the
wind from his body. No he wouldn't cry over that. The thought that Ian would
marry his sister and forget all about him, while he rots away a prisoner in his
own castle, that made him break down. He was thankful in this moment to be
alone. He didn't know he was capable of showing so much emotion until began to
cry in the corner and soon he was a blubbering mess. He would be forgotten. He
knew his father, the King was a great liar surely he would be able to convince
everyone that he had left voluntarily. He wiped his face and regained his
composure, images of the young prince still floating in his mind. At least he
had that, the King could lock him up and take his freedom. He could tell him he
was worthless and steal his pride. He could even make it so he never saw Ian's
beautiful face again, but his memories. Those he could not take.
 
 
 
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ian worries about his future with Mickey. Iggy comes home for a
     visit.
Chapter Notes
     OMG guys as per usual sorry for the delay. I'm trying to wrap up this
     story i have a few more chapters left until the big finish. Thank you
     again for all your support it keeps me going, i live for your
     feedback. I love writing and this has been one of my favorites so
     far. Thank you Jessica92 again for beta xoxox
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ian continued to pace back and forth in his chambers. Mickey’s voice was
echoing in his head like a skipping record... they would have.... Was that
true? Would things have been ok? How was he supposed to believe things would be
ok when he was still betrothed to the Princess? 
 Ian sighed heavily and sat on his bed. Mickey was so mad. The tone of his
voice was something he was not accustomed to. They had begun to grow so close
over the last few weeks, spending every free moment together, learning about
every touch, every kiss, every spark they could find. Mickey had started to
open up to him, showing him soft edges he didn’t think the older boy had.
Mickey had even come up with a nickname for him ANGEL; boy did that take him by
surprise. He was definitely not expecting such emotion from the older Prince,
such promises.
He rubbed his red eyes as they began to water, but it wasn't even to hold back
the flood of tears. He grabbed his pillow and buried his face in its softness.
He tried to imagine Mickey’s strong arms holding him, pulling him in closely,
whispering sweet nothings in his ear, like he had done not so long ago.
It couldn’t be over could it?
No. It was not over.
He would get Mickey alone tonight after dinner and make him listen to his side
of the story. He had no choice but to kiss the Princess. Peace between the
kingdoms was at stake. Mickey needed to understand that. He did not choose any
of this. He hoped that with having the day to cool off Mickey would listen to
him. This was all too much, he was only 15 and his life was already spinning
out of control. His life used to consist of such petty things, like what to
wear or when to fall asleep. Then his sister made this deal and everything
changed. Mickey and his dangerous blue eyes came into his life like tidal wave,
fast and hard, and now he was drowning. He threw the pillow to the ground in
frustration. He knew in a few minutes he would need to head to the dining room
for dinner and face the Prince and the Princess. He felt a lump in his throat
as he thought about the quiet dinner. Mickey would be quiet at least.
Mandy...Mandy would have plenty to say, she always did.
 
… ..You can do this......He took a deep breath and straightened his robes. He
looked himself over once in the mirror for good measure then headed down the
hallway to dinner.
 
 
Ian was surprised to see Mickey was not at the table. He looked over at the
King who was not fazed by the boy’s absence. He didn’t want to get Mickey in
trouble. If he was missing dinner there had to be a reason. He nudged the
Princess discreetly.
"Yes my Prince" she said holding his gaze
 
“Why isn’t your brother here?" he whispered so the King wouldn’t over hear the
conversation.
The Princess rolled her eyes and turns back to salad on her plate
 
"I'm not sure but father has not mentioned it, so I can only assume he was
excused"
 
..excused?...
 
Did Mickey really make up some excuse to his father so he wouldn’t have to see
him?
Ugh..  How was he supposed to apologize if the Prince wouldn’t even face him?
How was he supposed to try and make things right, if Mickey was going through
these lengths to avoid him? His emotions were getting the best of him and he
quickly lost his appetite.
 
"Pardon me my King?" he pushed his plate away and stood up from the table. "I'm
not feeling well, may I please be excused?"
The King looked at him with doubt in his eyes causing Ian to tense up.
 
"Fine just be prepared for breakfast"
 
"Yes sir" Ian replied then left the dining room.
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A week had gone by and still no sign of Mickey which was beginning to worry
him. This week had been a living hell. He had been cooking breakfast on his
own, which naturally was a disaster. Luckily Kermit found him about to burn
down the kitchen and had jumped into help. He asked the man if he knew where
the Prince was but his answer was just as unsatisfying as everyone else’s.
 
After breakfast he found Mandy sitting in the courtyard. No doubt she was
skipping her classes. He approached her as she sat silently on the white bench,
playing with her hair while daydreaming with the clouds.
 
"Hello Princess"
 
"Ian! What a delight. Come sit with me"   He sat down next to the girl who was
grinning like the Cheshire cat.
 
"Princess can I ask you something?"
 
"Of course, you're my future husband, you can ask me anything"
 
"Why have we not seen your brother for a whole week? Has he spoken to you at
all?"   Mandy knitted her brows as he spoke. He could tell she was curious as
well, even though she was pretending to be uninterested.
 
"I don't know where my wayward brother is Prince. Why do you care anyway? He
was rude to you." she replied as she reached out and caressed his shoulder
affectionately. Ian wanted to tell her so badly but he couldn’t risk it. If she
didn’t approve, it would be a death sentence.
 
"I just have to pick up the slack is all"
 
"Ahh the chores. Well don't worry Ian. If he is running an errand for father he
will no doubt be home by tomorrow. He has been looking forward to that day all
summer"
That made Ian feel better. At least there was something out there that would
bring the older Prince happiness, even if it wasn't him. He went about his day
and awaited the night, eagerly knowing he might be able to see the Prince
tomorrow. Then he would confront him and make him listen. He slept soundly that
night while visions of blue eyes and black hair stole his dreams.
 
The next morning he was eager. He got dressed and rushed to the kitchen. He was
pleasantly surprised to see Kermit standing in front of the stove almost done
preparing breakfast. All that was left was just to plate the food. He made sure
each plate was perfect, wiping the fingerprints and any stray food from the
sides. He thanked Kermit again and made his way to the dining room. No Mickey
again. He wanted to ask the Princess but decided to wait. The day was young and
there was still plenty of time for Mickey to appear. He wondered what was so
special about today. Everything seemed the same. He didn't see anyone preparing
the great hall so it wasn't a party, and he there had been no announcement of
any special guests. His mind was racing; he needed to clear his head. He had
begun to feel captive behind these castle walls. The loneliness was starting to
take its toll now that he had no Mickey to escape to.
 
It was almost time for dinner and the older Prince had yet to make an
appearance. He decided to take a walk through the court yard over to the
stables. He knew in his heart it was a waste of time, but he wanted to check
the stables to see if maybe his Prince was there. He was walking through the
courtyard when he saw the Princess walking with another man. The man looked
familiar but he could not quite place where he’d seen him before.
 
"Good afternoon Princess"
 
"Tis a beautiful day my Prince. Have you met my brother Ignatious?"
 
"Iggy" the man corrected as he reached his hand out.
 
"I think once before. Hello Prince" he replied shaking his hand.
 
"You Gallagher?" Ian took pause at the way the man spoke his name. It reminded
him of Mickey. He quickly shook of the feeling.
 
"That would be me your highness"
 
"I've heard some wonderful things about you Gallagher. It's a pleasure to meet
you..again"   Mandy folder her arms and pursed her lips.
 
"From whom are you hearing this brother?"   Iggy laughed and patted Ian on the
shoulder firmly.
 
"Why from Mikhalio of course. He writes that you are a hard worker, eager to
learn and quick to follow instruction" he winks at Ian; at least he thinks he
does. Why would he wink? What does he know? There is no way the older Prince
would have told him anything.
 
“ Wow that was very kind but I'm only doing my share”
“ Mm hmm, now where is this brother of mine? Why does he not come to greet me?”
Iggy looks down at Mandy who shrugs her shoulders.
 
“ Gallagher?” Mandy punches Iggy in the shoulder.
 
“ Ow, what the hell?” Iggy curls back and rubs his shoulder
 
“ Why are you asking him? He doesn't have a clue, same as me”
 
“ I was just asking sister. It's unusual for Mickey to not greet me when I
arrive is all. It's not like I'm here every day you know.”
 
“ Yea I know. I guess I'm just worried” the young girl replied. For the first
time in over a week he saw genuine concern in the girl’s eyes.
 
It all made sense now. The reason today was so important. Today was the day
their big brother came into town. He briefly remembered Mickey talking about
his brother; the Knight who traveled to other lands, learning new trades and
skills, and bringing the knowledge back to share with the kingdom. He was
always out on some new adventure only returning once or twice a year, and he
was here now. So where was Mickey? He was over this. The whole time he had a
feeling in his gut that something was off, but that feeling amplified as he
stared at the troubled faces of the Milkovich siblings.
 
“ Something is wrong here” he spoke softly.
 
“ Speak up Gallagher” Iggy replied.
 
“ I said something is wrong here your Grace. The Prince has been missing for
over a week”
Iggy looked over at the Princess and sucked in his teeth.
 
“Is this true Mandy?”
 
“ Yes but sometimes father sends him to town so I didn't think anything.
Although now you're here, and I know he would not willingly miss you.” She
rolled her eyes “You are his favorite after all”
 
Iggy smirked “Indeed I am. We need to bring his absence to the King. He will
know what to do”
Iggy took his sister’s hand and started walking towards the castle. Ian did not
want to talk to the King. Something told him Mickey was in trouble and no doubt
the King was behind it. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. What if Mickey was
at the mercy of the King, and they made it worse by asking questions?
 
“ Gallagher?” Iggy shouted.   Ian looked up absently at the pair who was
already across the courtyard standing in front of the door to the main hallway.
 
“ You ok man?”
 
“ Yea I'm fine” Ian said pulling his mind from the dark thoughts and the what
if's that were beginning to take hold.
 
“ You're coming too right? You want to know what happened as much as us right?”
He raked his fingers thorough his hair and started walking toward Iggy and
Mandy.
 
“ Yea I'm coming”
 
They approached the throne room and Ian felt like he was going to be sick. The
nagging feeling in his stomach was relentless. He dreaded talking to the King
for fear of what they could reveal.
..pull it together..  He needed to. He needed to take a deep breath and follow
the two siblings into the throne room. The three approached the throne together
but it was Iggy who spoke first.
 
“ My King” he bowed.
 
“ Ignatious my son, it’s such a pleasure to see you. You must be weary from
your travels. You there” the King snapped his fingers and ushered to one of the
servants standing against the wall.
 
“ Yes your Majesty” the mousy looking man replied.
 
“ Go fetch a girl for my son and prepare his chambers”
 
“ That’s not necessary father” Iggy replied .
The King stood up from his throne and threw his hands in the air in excitement
“Of course it is. My son has returned, it's only right that you enjoy the
comforts of home”
 
“ Honestly father that's not important. Where is my brother? He was supposed to
be here today”
King Terry glanced over at Ian. He tried to avoid his gaze but their eyes met
as he spoke. Ian felt like the words were being spoken directly at him.
 
“ Mikhalio has gone in search of a bride”
 
“ What? Why?” Iggy looked at the King in disbelief.
 
“ Prince Gallagher's presence here.” Ian was now certain the King was directing
this to him. “His
betrothal to your sister made Mikhalio realize the blessing another’s company
could bring him”
 
“ It just doesn't make any sense father. Even if he was choosing a bride he
would not stand me up. He is always here when I arrive”
 
“ Your brother is becoming a man Ignatious. It was time for him to put childish
things aside. You may be the one taking the throne, but he is still a Prince.
His actions still reflect on this kingdom”
 
“ But..”
 
“ That's enough. I will have no more talk of this. You three need to prepare
for dinner. We are
having a banquet to welcome you home”
 
“ Fath..”
 
“ I said ENOUGH! I'm very proud of you son but do not think you can question
me? I am your King. We are done here”  Iggy bowed his head in defeat as he
turned around and walked out of the room. Ian and Mandy followed close behind.
 
“ Well there you have it” Mandy said surprisingly chipper.
 
“ What do you mean Princess?” Ian looked at her with confusion as the three
made their way down the hall to the main corridor.
 
“ Are you not relieved Ian? You have been wondering and now we know. Mickey is
out looking for a bride, not like anyone would have him” she snickered.
Iggy glanced over at him. If he wasn't sure before he could tell now, Iggy
knew. The young Prince put on a fake smile.
 
“ You're right Princess that is a relief. Why don't you go find a nice dress
and I'll escort you to the banquet”
Mandy blushed and twirled her hair. “Ok” she replied and kissed him on the
cheek. She hugged her brother and skipped down the hallway content with being
oblivious. Once she was out of earshot Ian turned to Iggy.
 
“ Tell me what you know”
 
“ I know everything”
 
He shook his head in frustration. “What do you know?” They walked slowly down
the hall.
 
“I know that you and my brother care for each other. Is that what you want to
hear Gallagher?”
It was Ian's turn to blush. His face turned a bright crimson hearing the words
come from a stranger’s mouth.
 
“ It's true” he replied. He stopped and looked the older boy dead in the eyes.
 
“ He's lying you know. He has to be lying. There is no way Mickey would....he
just couldn't” The thought of Mickey out there trolling for women, their bodies
pressed against him, it was too much. He felt a tear escape his eyes and
suddenly he was bawling. Yep he was crying like a child in front of the
kingdoms future King.
 
“ Hey..hey it's ok man” Iggy said and patted him on the back.
“ He lying Iggy! Something terrible has happened I can feel it. Mickey needs
us, he needs me. He's in trouble and I can’t help him” He's breathing heavily
as the words pour out mixed with snotty tears. All the fear and emotion he had
kept bottled up during the week had exploded in this moment.
 
“ Gallagher!” Iggy shouted causing him to flinch.  “ Pull it together man. If
my brother is in trouble, how are you supposed to help him if you're here
crying like a bitch?”
 
Ian knew the Prince was right. He took a deep breath to steady his breathing
and wiped his eyes with the sleeves of his robe.
 
“ I'm sorry my Prince”
 
“ It's fine man. Nice to see you care so much about him. He's lucky to have
found you”
 
“ Yea. It's not like we can ever truly be together”   Iggy didn't respond to
his statement, which solidified to him they were doomed to a life of secrecy.
He was about to approach his chamber when the man spoke
“Where do you think he is?”
 
“ I have no idea. I've searched everywhere”
 
“ Think Gallagher. If you think he's not really parading through the kingdom
where else could he be?”   Ian felt worthless. He went through every possible
place he could think of. Every hidden corner of the castle Mickey had ever
shown him but he came up with nothing.
 
“ I don't know” he says softly staring at the floor.
 
“ I'll ask around. The walls have ears you know” Iggy replied then turned to
leave.
Ian nodded his head then walked inside his chamber. He walked over to his bed
and sat on the edge.
 
...where are you?...
 
He rests his hand in his face and tried to think. He needed to think. ...where
are you?...
Could it be true? Maybe Mickey was so upset with him that he gave up and
decided to find a woman. He wouldn't have to hide with a woman. It would surely
make his father happy. He knew how Mickey yearned for his father’s approval
even though he would never admit to such a thing. He knew the Prince was tired
of being treated like a servant, tired of cooking and cleaning. He had
mentioned many times he felt like a prisoner in his own castle. Maybe their
fight was what.....wait? He was a prisoner in his own castle....that was one
place Ian had never considered. Could it be? Could Mickey be here all along?
No.
No way.
Terry was an asshole but he would never lock up his own son...would he?....
No.
What if he did? What would be the reason? Mickey always adhered to the rules.
He did his chores above and beyond, he never cut corners...this was silly. Why
would he be locked up? What could he possibly have done that would make the
King go to such extremes? ..ughhhh... he tried to push the thought to the back
of his mind, he needed to focus on reality. The what if's could go on forever.
The fact was that Mickey was missing and he was determined to find him. He knew
it was probably time for him to get the Princess. The last thing he wanted was
for them to be late when Terry was already in a foul mood from their earlier
conversation. He walked out of his chamber and down the hall to get Mandy. When
he arrived he was surprised to see Iggy standing in the doorway.
 
“ Gallagher just in time”   Ian raised his brow as he walked in and sat down
next to Mandy who was sitting on her bed.
 
“ You look lovely Princess”   The Princess was wearing a dark blue dress that
showed off her bust, with silver sequins and a white rose in her hair.
 
“ I'm glad you approve” She said grabbing his arm and pulling him into a kiss.
 
“ Eh hem” Iggy coughed causing the Princess to pull back.
 
“ What? He's going to be my husband! I can kiss him if I want”
 
“ That's not why I'm here sister. I have news” He looked over at Ian who was
now staring at the older boy intensely.
 
“ Go on” Ian replied
 
“ One of the gardeners said he saw Mikhalio being escorted by two guards across
the court yard last week”
 
“ What?” Ian jumped up.
 
Mandy grabbed him arm and pulled him down. “What else did he say?”
 
Iggy looked down at the floor then glanced back up “He said he never saw him
return”
 
“ I knew it! I told you something happened” Ian shouted
 
“ What do you mean?” Mandy looked over at Ian and then at Iggy, her face was
laced with confusion.
 
“ I think I know where he is Iggy. It's crazy I know but just here me out. I
may be wrong but...”
 
“ Spit it out Gallagher” Iggy snapped in frustration.
“ Well I....I've gone over every possible place that he could be in the castle
and searched there. The only place I have not looked is that last place I would
think of. “His eyes met Iggy’s expecting the man to put two and two together,
but no such luck.”
 
“ And.....” Iggy replies impatiently.
 
“ The dungeon. What if Mickey is being held prisoner”
 
“ Ian that is ridiculous. How could you joke about something like that?” Mandy
replied in disgust pulling her hand away from his.   Iggy stayed silent.
 
“ Mandy hear me out. How random is it that Mickey, your brother, would just
decide he wants to get married? I mean he hates people, and to do it when he
knows Iggy is coming? They have been writing each other. Why would he suddenly
just disappear?”
 
“ He’s right” Iggy said softly.
 
Mandy face was pained as she stood up from the bed. “You just stop it both of
you. You hear me?”
 
“ Mandy listen” Iggy reached his arm out to comfort his sister.
 
“ No. He wouldn't do that. Our father wouldn't just lock him up and throw away
the key. He wouldn't Iggy” she cried as a tear ran down her cheek.   Ian could
tell Mandy didn't believe the words she was speaking even though she tried. He
knew how much she loved her father. She and Mickey were close, but she also
knew his relationship with Terry was different from hers.
 
“ Mandy..”
 
“ No Ian”
 
“ Mandy!” He grabbed the girl by the waist and pulled her in for hug. As
expected she rests her head on his shoulder.
 
“ He wouldn't do that” She sniffled
 
“ All I want to do is check, what's the harm in checking right. It will bring
us closer to finding him if we check every option” Ian whispered as he petted
her hair.
 
“ Ok” she said softly, her voice broken from crying. She wiped her eyes.
“Ok..I'm ok” She said aloud reassuring her and the two boys. The Princess and
Ian sat back on the bed.
 
“ So how are we going to get the keys?” Iggy looked at them as he leaned
against the armoire.
 
“The guards carry them on their belt”
“ We will have to find a way” Ian said eagerly.
 
“ I'll do it” Mandy replied.
 
“ What?” Both boys said at the same time and stared at the Princess.
 
“ Don't what me. You assholes were thinking it. I'll distract the guard”
 
“ We can't take the key off his belt even if you distract him” Iggy replied.
 
“ Then I'll have to take off his belt”
 
“ No fucking way, no fucking way. You are not going to whore yourself out as a
distraction. We will find something else” Iggy said firmly.
 
“ No Iggy, this is for Mikhalio! I'll do what I have to. Besides I'm not going
to whore myself out. I'm just going to make him think I might” She smiled with
a mischievous glint in her eye.
Ian looked over at Iggy waiting for the man to say something.
 
“ Fine”
 
“ Fuck” Ian sighed as he breathed in. He didn't know when in the conversation
he started to hold his breath, but he knew he could breathe again when he heard
Iggy speak.
 
“ So when are we doing this?” He said once he was able to breathe.
 
“ Tonight” Iggy replied.
 
“ What about the party?”
 
“ It's perfect! We will sneak out after dinner when everyone is mingling,
Father will never notice” Iggy looked at him and he looked at Mandy. Mandy
nodded.
 
“ Ok then.”
 
Ok here is the first half. It's written in several perspectives so if you see
something that doesn't make sense when you read feel free to change it. It all
sounds right in my head but i want it to read right you know. Thank you again.
 
 
 
Ian continued to pace back and forth in his chambers. Mickeys voice was echoing
in his head like a skipping record... they would have....  Was that true? Would
things have been ok? How was he supposed to believe things would be ok when he
was still betrothed to the Princess? 
Ian sighed heavily and sat on his bed. Mickey was so mad. The tone in his voice
was something he was not accustomed to. They had been becoming so close over
the last few weeks, spending every free moment together, learning about every
touch , every kiss every spark they could find. Mickey was had begun to open up
to him, showing him a soft edges he didn’t think the older boy had. Mickey had
even come up with a nickname for him ANGEL, boy did that take him by surprise,
he was definitely not expecting such emotion from the older prince, such
promises.
He rubbed his red eyes as they began to water, but it wasn't even to hold back
the flood of tears. He grabbed his pillow and burried his face in its softness.
He tried to imagine Mickeys strong arms holding him, pulling him in closely,
whispering sweet nothings in his ear, like he had done not so long ago.
It couldn’t be over could it?
No. it was not over.
He would get Mickey alone tonight after dinner and make him listen to his side
of the story. He had no choice but to kiss the princess, peace between the
kingdoms was at stake. Mickey needed to understand that. He did not chose any
of this. He hoped that with having the day to cool off Mickey would listen to
him. This was all too much, he was only 15 and his life was already spinning
out of control. His life used to consist of such petty things, like what to
ware or when to fall asleep. Then his sister made this deal and everything
changed. Mickey and his dangerous blue eyes came into his like a tidal wave
fast and hard and now he was drowning. He threw the pillow to the ground in
frustration. He knew in a few minutes he would need to head to the dinning room
for dinner and face the Prince and the Princess. He felt a lump in his throat
as he thought about the quiet dinner. Mickey would be quiet at least,
Mandy...Mandy would have plenty too say, she always did.
 
…..You can do this......He took in deep breath and straightened his robes. He
looked himself over once in the mirror for good measure then heading down the
hallways to dinner.
 
 
Ian was surprised to see Mickey was not at the table. He looked over at the
king who was not phased by the boys absence. He didnt want to get Mickey in
trouble, if he was missing dinner there had to be a reason, he nudged the
princess discretly.
"yes my princec" she said holding his gaze
Why isnt your brother here?" he whispered so the king wouldnt over hear the
conversation.
The princess rolled her eyes and turns back to salad on her plate"I'm not sure
but father has not mentioned it so i can only assume he was excused"
..excused?...
Did Mickey really make up some excuse to his father so he wouldnt have to see
him?
Ugh..How was he supposed to aplologizeif the prince wouldnt even face him? How
was he supposed to try and make things right if Mickey was going through these
lengths to avoid him? His emotions were getting the best of him and he quickly
lost his appetite .
"Pardon me my king?" he pushed his plate away and stood up from the table. "I'm
not feeling well, may i please be excused?"
the king looked at him with doubt in his eyes causing Ian to tense up.
"fine just be prepared for breakfast"
"yes sir" Ian replied then left the dining room.
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A week had gone by and still no sign of Mickey which was beginning to worry
him. This week had been a living hell . He had been cooking breakfast on his
own which naturally was a disaster. Luckily Kermit had found him about to burn
down the kitchen and had jumped into help him. He asked the man if he knew
where the prince was but his answer was just as unsatifying as everyone elses.
 
After breakfast he found Mandy sitting in the courtyard. No doubt she was
skipping her classes. He approached her as she sat silently on the white bench
playing with her hair daydreaming with the clouds.
"Hello Princess"
"Ian! What a delight. Come sit with me"
He sat down next to the girl who was grinning like the cheshire cat.
"Princess can i ask you something"
"Of course, you're my future husband, you can ask me anything"
"Why have we not seen your brother for a whole week? Has he spoken to you at
all?"
Mandy knitted her brows as he spoke, he could tell she was curious as well even
though she was pretending to be un interested.
"I don't know where my wayward brother is Prince. Why do you care anyway, he
was rude to you." she replied as she reached out and caressed his shoulder
affectionalty.
Ian wanted to tell her so badly but he couldnt risk if she didnt approve, it
would be a death sentence.
"I just have to pick up the slack is all"
"ahh the chores. Well don't worry Ian. If he is running an errand for father he
will no doubt be home by tommarow . He has been looking forward to that day all
summer"
That made Ian feel better. At least there was something out there that was
bringng the older prince happiness even if it wasn't him. He went about his day
and awaited the night eagerly knowing he might be able to see the Prince
tommarow and then he would confront him and make him listen. He slept soundly
that night while visions of blue eyes and black hair stole his dreams.
 
The next morning he was eager. He got dressed and rushed to the kitchen. He was
pleasently suprpised to see Kermit standing in front of the stove almost done
preparing breakfast. All that was left was just to plate the food. He made sure
each plate was perfect, wiping the fingerprints and any stray food from the
sides. He thanked Kermit again and made his way to the dining room. No Mickey
again. He wanted to ask the Princess but decided to wait. The day was young and
there was sill plenty of time for Mickey too appear. He wondered what was so
special about today. Everything seemed the same. He didn't see anyone preparing
the great hall so it wasn't a party, and he there had been no annoucment of any
special guests. His mind was racing, he needed to clear his head. He had begun
to feel captive behind these castle walls and the lonliness was starting to
take its toll now that he had no Mickey to escape too.
 
It was almost time for dinner and the older prince was yet to make an
apperence. He decided to take a walk through the court yard over to the
stables, he knew in his heart it was a waste of time but he wanted to check the
stables to see if maybe his prince was there. He was walking through the
courtyard when he saw the princess walking with another man. The man loked
familiar but he could not quite place where hed seen him before.
"Good afteroon Princess"
"Tis a beautiful day Prince. Have you met my brother Ignatious?"
"Iggy" the man corrected as he reached his hand out.
"I think once before. Hello Prince" he replied shaking his hand.
"You Gallagher?" Ian took pause at the way the man spoke his name, it reminded
him of Mickey. He quickly shook of the feeling.
"That would be me your highness"
"I've heard some wonderful things about you Gallagher. It's a pleasure to meet
you..again"
Mandy folder her arms and pursed her lips. "From who are you hearing this
brother?"
Iggy laughed and patted Ian on the shoulder firmly. "Why from Mikhalio of
course. He writes that you are a hard worker, eager to learn and quick to
follow instruction" he winks at Ian, at least he thinks he does. Why would he
wink? what does he know? There is no way the older Prince would have told him
anything.
“Wow that was very kind but i'm only doing my share”
“mm hmm now where is this brother of mine? Why does he not come to greet me?”
Iggy looks down at Mandy who shrugs her shoulders.
“Gallagher?”
Mand punches Iggy in the shoulder.
“Ow what the hell?” Iggy curls back and rubs his shoulder
“Why are you asking him. He doesn't have a clue same as me”
“I was just asking sister. It's unusual for Mickey to not greet me when I
arrive is all. It's not like i'm here everyday you know.”
“Yea i know. I guess i'm just worried” the young girl replied and for the first
time in over a week he saw genuine concern in the girls eyes.
It all made sence now, the reason today was so important. Today was the day
their big brother came into town. He breifly remebered Mickey talking about his
brother, the knight who traveled to other lands learning new trades and skills
and bringing the knowleged back to share with the kingdom. He was always out on
some new adventure only returning once or twice a year, and he was here now so
where was Mickey? He was over this. The whole time he had a feeling in his gut
that something was off but that feeling amplified as he stared at the troubled
faces of the Milkovich siblings.
“Something is wrong here” he spoke softly.
“Speak up Gallagher” Iggy replied.
“I said something is wrong here your grace. The prince has been missing for
over a week”
Iggy looked over at the princess and sucked in his teeth. “Is this true
Mandy.?”
“Yes but sometimes father sends him to town so i didn't think anythinng, but
now you're here and i know he would not willingly miss you.” She rolled her
eyes “You are his favorite after all”
Iggy smirked “Indeed I am. We need to bring his absence to the King. He will
know what to do”
Iggy tok his sisters hand and started walking towards the castle.
Ian did not want to talk to the King. Something told him Mickey was in trouble
and no doubt the King was behind it. He was a wolf in sheeps clothing. What if
Mickey was at the mercy of the king and they made it worse by asking questions?
“Gallagher?” Iggy shouted.
Ian looked up absently and the pair were already cross the courtyard standing
infront of the door to the main hallway.
“You ok man?”
“Yea I'm fine” Ian said pulling his mind from the dark thoughts and what if's
that were begiing to take hold.
“You're coming too right? You want to know what happened as much as us?”
He raked his fingers thorough his hair and started walking toward Iggy and
Mandy.
“Yea I'm coming”
 
They aporched thre throne room and Ian felt like he was going to be sick. The
nagging feeling in his stomach was relentless. He dreaded talking to the King
for fear of what they maybe told.
..pull it together..
He needed to. He needed to take a deep breath and follow the two siblings into
the throne room. The 3 approached the throne together but it was Iggy who spoke
first.
“My King” he bowed.
“Ignatious my son, its such a pleasure to see you. You must be weary from your
travels. You there” the king snapped his fingers and usherd to one of the
servants standing against the wall.
“Yes Your Majesty” the mousy looking man replied.
“Go fetch a girl for my son and prepare his chambers”
“that's not nessacary father” Iggy replied
The king stood up from his throne and threw his hands in the air in excitement
“Of course it is. My son has returned , it's only right that you enjoy the
comforts of home”
“Honestly father that's not important. Where is my brother? He was supposed to
be here today”
King Terry glanced over at Ian. He tried to avoid his gaze but theres eyes met
as he spoke. Ian felt like the words were being spoken directly at him.
“Mikhalio has gone in search of a bride”
“What? Why?” Iggy looked at the King in disbelif.
“Prince Gallagher's prescence here..” Ian was now certain the king was
directing this too him “ his bethrothal to your sister made Mikhalio relise the
blessing anothers company could bring him”
“It just doesn't make any sense father. Even if he was choosing a bride he
would not stand me up, he is always here when i arrive”
“Your brother is becoming a man Ignatious. It was time for him to put childish
things aside. You may be the one taking the throne but he is still a prince and
his actions still reflect on this kingdom”
“but..”
“That's enough. I will have no more talk of this. You 3 need to prepare for
dinner. We are having a banquet to welcome you home”
“Fath..”
“I said ENOUGH! I'm very proud of you son but do not thnk you can question me,
I am your King. We are done here”
Iggy bowed his head in defeat as he turned around and walked out of the room.
Ian and Mandy followed close behind.
“Well there you have it” Mandy said suprisingly chipper.
“What do you mean princess?” Ian looked at her with confusion as the 3 made
there way down the hall to the main corridor.
“Are you not relieved Ian? You have been wondering and now we know. Mickey is
out lokoing for a bride, not like anyone would have him” she snickered.
Iggy glanced over at him and if he wasn't sure before he could tell now, Iggy
knew. The young Prince put on a fake smile.
“You're right princess that is a relief. Why don't you go find a nice dress and
I'l escort you to the banquet”
Mandy blushed and twirled her hair. “Ok” she replied and kissed him on the
cheek. She hugged her brother and skipped down the hallway content with being
oblivious. Once she was out of earshot Ian turned to Iggy.
“Tell me what you know”
“I know everything”
He shook his head in frustration. “What do you know?”
they walked slowly down the hall. “I know that you and my brother care for each
other, is that what you want to hear Gallagher?”
It was Ian's turn to blush, his face turned a bright crimson hearing the words
come from a strangers mouth.
“It's true” he replied. He stopped and looked the older boy dead in the eyes.
“He's lying you know. He has to be lying. There is no way Mickey would....he
just couldn't” the thought of Mickey out there trolling for women, their bodies
pressed against him it was to much. He felt a tears escape his eyes and
suddenly he was bawling. Yep he was crying like a child in front of the
kingdoms future king.
“Hey..hey it's ok man” Iggy said and patted him on the back.
“He lying Iggy! Something terrible has happened I can feel it. Mickey needs us,
he needs me. He's in trouble and i cant help him” he's breathing heavily as the
words pour out mixed with snotty tears. All the fear and emotion he had kept
bottled up during the week had exploded in this moment.
“Gallgher!” Iggy shouted causing him to flinch.
“Pull it together man. If my brother is in trouble how are you supposed to help
him if you're here crying like a bitch?”
Ian knew the prince was right. He took a deep breath to steady his breathing
and wiped his eyes with the sleeves of his robe.
“I'm sorry my Prince”
“It's fine man. Nice to see you care so much about him. He's lucky to have
found you”
“Yea. It's not like we can ever truely be together”
Iggy didn't respond to his statement which solidified to him they were doomed
to a life of secrecy.
He was about to approach his chamber when the man spoke “Where do you think he
is?”
“I have no idea. I've searched everywhere”
“Think Gallagher. If you think he's not really parading through the kingdom
where else could he be?”
Ian felt worthless. He went through every possible place he could think of.
Every hidden corner of the castle Mickey had ever shown him but he came up with
nothing.
“I don't know” he says soflty staring at the floor.
“I'll ask around. The walls have ears you know” Iggy replied then turned to
leave.
Ian nodded his head then walked inside his chamber. He walked over to his bed
and sat on the edge.
...where are you?...
He rest his hand in his face and tried to think. He needed to think. ...where
are you?...
Could it be true? Maybe Mickey was so upset at him that he gave up and decided
to find a women. He wouldn't have to hide with a women. It would surely make
his father happy. He knew how Mickey yearned for his fathers approval even
though he would never admit to such a thing. He knew the prince was tired of
being treated like a servant, tired of cooking and cleaning. He had mentioned
many times he felt like a prisoner in his own castle. Maybe their fight was
what.....wait? He was a prisoner in his own castle....that was one place Ian
had never considered. Could it be? Could Mickey be here all along?
no.
No way.
Terry was an asshole but he would never lock up his own son...would he?....
No.
What if he did, what would be the reason? Mickey always adheared to the rules.
He did his chores above and beyond he never cut corners...this was silly. Why
would he be locked up? What could he possibly have done that would make the
King go to that extreme? ..ughhhh... he tried to push the thought to the back
of his mind, he needed to focus on reality. The what if's could go on forever
but the fact is Mickey was missing and he was determined to find him. He knew
it was probably time for him to get the Princess. The lat thing he wanted was
for them to be late when Terry was already in a fowl mood from their earlier
conversation. He walked out of his chamber and down the hall to get Mandy. When
he arrived he was surprised to see Iggy standing in the doorway.
“Gallagher just in time”
Ian raised his brow as he walked in an sat down next to Mandy who was sitting
on her bed.
“You look lovely princess”
The princess was wearing a dark blue dress that showed off her bust with silver
sequins and there was a white rose in her hair.
“I'm glad you approve” she said grabbing his arm and pulling him into a kiss.
“Eh hem” Iggy coughed causing the princess to pull back.
“What? He's going to be my husband! I can kiss him if i want”
“That's not why i'm here sister. I have news” he looked over at Ian who was now
staring at the older boy intensly.
“Go on” Ian replied
“One of the gardeners said he saw Mikhalio being escorted by two gaurds across
the court yard last week”
“What?” Ian jumped up.
Mandy grabbed him arm and pulled him down. “What else did he say?”
Iggy looked down at the floor then glanced back up “he said he never saw him
return”
“I knew it! I told you something happened” ian shouted
“What do you mean?” Mandy looked over at Ian and then at Iggy her face was
laced with confusion.
“I think i know where he is Iggy. It's crazt i know but just here me out. I may
be wrong but...”
“Spit it out Gallagher” Iggy snapped in frustration.
“well i....i've gone over every possible place that he coud be in the castle
and i've searched there. The only place i have not looked is that last place i
would think of” his eyes meet Iggys expecting the man to put 2 and 2 together
but no luck.
“And.....” iggy replies impatiently.
“The dungeon. What if Mickey is being held prisoner”
“Ian that is ridicuous. How could you joke about something like that” Mandy
replied in disgust and she pulled her hand away from his.
Iggy stayed silent.
“mandy here me out. How random is it that Mickey, your brother would just
decide he wants to get married, i mean he hates people, and to do it when he
knows Iggy is coming? They have been writing each other so why would he
suddenly just dissapear?”
“Hes right” Iggy said softly.
Mandy face was pained as she stood up from the bed. “You just stop it both of
you. You hear me?”
“Mandy listen” Iggy reached his arm out to comfort his sister.
“No. He wouldn't do that. Our father wouldn't just lock him up and throw away
the key, he wouldn't iggy” she cried as a tear ran down her cheek.
Ian could tell mandy didn't believe the words she was speaking even though she
tried. He knew how much she loved her father but Mickey and her were close so
she also knew his relationship with terry was different from hers.
“Mandy..”
“No ian”
“Mandy!” he grabbed the girl by the waist and pulled her in for hug. As
expected she rest her head on his shoulder.
“He wouldn't do that” she sniffled
“All i want to do is check, what's the harm in checking right. It will bring us
closer to finding him if we check off every option” Ian whispered as he petted
her hair.
“Ok” she said softly, her voice broken from crying. She wiped her eyes.
“Ok..i'm ok” she said allowed reassuring herself and the two boys. The princess
and Ian sat back on the bed.
“So how are we going to get the keys?” Iggy looked at them as he leaned against
the armoir. “the gaurs carr them on their belt”
“We will have to find away” Ian said eagerily.
“I'll do it” Mandy replied.
“What?” both boys said at the same time and stared at the princess.
“Don't what me. You assholes were thinking it. I'll distract the gaurd”
“We can't take the key off his belt even if you distract him” Iggy replied.
“then i'l have to take off his belt”
“No fucking way, no fucking way. You are not going to whore your self out as a
distraction we will find something else” Iggy said firmly.
“No iggy, this is for Mikhalio! I'l do what i have to. Besides i'm not going to
whore myself out. I'm just going to make him think i might” she smiled and
there was a mischevious glint in her eye.
Ian looked over at iggy waiting for the man to say something.
“Fine”
“Fuck” Ian sighed as he breathed in. He didn't know when in the conversation he
started to hold his breath but he knew he could breath again when he heard iggy
speak.
“So when are we doing this” he said once he was able to breath.
“Tonight” Iggy replied.
“What about the party?”
“it's perfect We will sneek out after dinner when everyone is mingling, Father
will never notice” Iggy looked at him and he looked at Mandy. Mandy nodded.
“ok then.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ian continued to pace back and forth in his chambers. Mickeys voice was echoing
in his head like a skipping record... they would have....  Was that true? Would
things have been ok? How was he supposed to believe things would be ok when he
was still betrothed to the Princess? 
Ian sighed heavily and sat on his bed. Mickey was so mad. The tone in his voice
was something he was not accustomed to. They had been becoming so close over
the last few weeks, spending every free moment together, learning about every
touch , every kiss every spark they could find. Mickey was had begun to open up
to him, showing him a soft edges he didn’t think the older boy had. Mickey had
even come up with a nickname for him ANGEL, boy did that take him by surprise,
he was definitely not expecting such emotion from the older prince, such
promises.
He rubbed his red eyes as they began to water, but it wasn't even to hold back
the flood of tears. He grabbed his pillow and burried his face in its softness.
He tried to imagine Mickeys strong arms holding him, pulling him in closely,
whispering sweet nothings in his ear, like he had done not so long ago.
It couldn’t be over could it?
No. it was not over.
He would get Mickey alone tonight after dinner and make him listen to his side
of the story. He had no choice but to kiss the princess, peace between the
kingdoms was at stake. Mickey needed to understand that. He did not chose any
of this. He hoped that with having the day to cool off Mickey would listen to
him. This was all too much, he was only 15 and his life was already spinning
out of control. His life used to consist of such petty things, like what to
ware or when to fall asleep. Then his sister made this deal and everything
changed. Mickey and his dangerous blue eyes came into his like a tidal wave
fast and hard and now he was drowning. He threw the pillow to the ground in
frustration. He knew in a few minutes he would need to head to the dinning room
for dinner and face the Prince and the Princess. He felt a lump in his throat
as he thought about the quiet dinner. Mickey would be quiet at least,
Mandy...Mandy would have plenty too say, she always did.
 
…..You can do this......He took in deep breath and straightened his robes. He
looked himself over once in the mirror for good measure then heading down the
hallways to dinner.
 
 
Ian was surprised to see Mickey was not at the table. He looked over at the
king who was not phased by the boys absence. He didnt want to get Mickey in
trouble, if he was missing dinner there had to be a reason, he nudged the
princess discretly.
"yes my princec" she said holding his gaze
Why isnt your brother here?" he whispered so the king wouldnt over hear the
conversation.
The princess rolled her eyes and turns back to salad on her plate"I'm not sure
but father has not mentioned it so i can only assume he was excused"
..excused?...
Did Mickey really make up some excuse to his father so he wouldnt have to see
him?
Ugh..How was he supposed to aplologizeif the prince wouldnt even face him? How
was he supposed to try and make things right if Mickey was going through these
lengths to avoid him? His emotions were getting the best of him and he quickly
lost his appetite .
"Pardon me my king?" he pushed his plate away and stood up from the table. "I'm
not feeling well, may i please be excused?"
the king looked at him with doubt in his eyes causing Ian to tense up.
"fine just be prepared for breakfast"
"yes sir" Ian replied then left the dining room.
******************************************************
 
 
A week had gone by and still no sign of Mickey which was beginning to worry
him. This week had been a living hell . He had been cooking breakfast on his
own which naturally was a disaster. Luckily Kermit had found him about to burn
down the kitchen and had jumped into help him. He asked the man if he knew
where the prince was but his answer was just as unsatifying as everyone elses.
 
After breakfast he found Mandy sitting in the courtyard. No doubt she was
skipping her classes. He approached her as she sat silently on the white bench
playing with her hair daydreaming with the clouds.
"Hello Princess"
"Ian! What a delight. Come sit with me"
He sat down next to the girl who was grinning like the cheshire cat.
"Princess can i ask you something"
"Of course, you're my future husband, you can ask me anything"
"Why have we not seen your brother for a whole week? Has he spoken to you at
all?"
Mandy knitted her brows as he spoke, he could tell she was curious as well even
though she was pretending to be un interested.
"I don't know where my wayward brother is Prince. Why do you care anyway, he
was rude to you." she replied as she reached out and caressed his shoulder
affectionalty.
Ian wanted to tell her so badly but he couldnt risk if she didnt approve, it
would be a death sentence.
"I just have to pick up the slack is all"
"ahh the chores. Well don't worry Ian. If he is running an errand for father he
will no doubt be home by tommarow . He has been looking forward to that day all
summer"
That made Ian feel better. At least there was something out there that was
bringng the older prince happiness even if it wasn't him. He went about his day
and awaited the night eagerly knowing he might be able to see the Prince
tommarow and then he would confront him and make him listen. He slept soundly
that night while visions of blue eyes and black hair stole his dreams.
 
The next morning he was eager. He got dressed and rushed to the kitchen. He was
pleasently suprpised to see Kermit standing in front of the stove almost done
preparing breakfast. All that was left was just to plate the food. He made sure
each plate was perfect, wiping the fingerprints and any stray food from the
sides. He thanked Kermit again and made his way to the dining room. No Mickey
again. He wanted to ask the Princess but decided to wait. The day was young and
there was sill plenty of time for Mickey too appear. He wondered what was so
special about today. Everything seemed the same. He didn't see anyone preparing
the great hall so it wasn't a party, and he there had been no annoucment of any
special guests. His mind was racing, he needed to clear his head. He had begun
to feel captive behind these castle walls and the lonliness was starting to
take its toll now that he had no Mickey to escape too.
 
It was almost time for dinner and the older prince was yet to make an
apperence. He decided to take a walk through the court yard over to the
stables, he knew in his heart it was a waste of time but he wanted to check the
stables to see if maybe his prince was there. He was walking through the
courtyard when he saw the princess walking with another man. The man loked
familiar but he could not quite place where hed seen him before.
"Good afteroon Princess"
"Tis a beautiful day Prince. Have you met my brother Ignatious?"
"Iggy" the man corrected as he reached his hand out.
"I think once before. Hello Prince" he replied shaking his hand.
"You Gallagher?" Ian took pause at the way the man spoke his name, it reminded
him of Mickey. He quickly shook of the feeling.
"That would be me your highness"
"I've heard some wonderful things about you Gallagher. It's a pleasure to meet
you..again"
Mandy folder her arms and pursed her lips. "From who are you hearing this
brother?"
Iggy laughed and patted Ian on the shoulder firmly. "Why from Mikhalio of
course. He writes that you are a hard worker, eager to learn and quick to
follow instruction" he winks at Ian, at least he thinks he does. Why would he
wink? what does he know? There is no way the older Prince would have told him
anything.
“Wow that was very kind but i'm only doing my share”
“mm hmm now where is this brother of mine? Why does he not come to greet me?”
Iggy looks down at Mandy who shrugs her shoulders.
“Gallagher?”
Mand punches Iggy in the shoulder.
“Ow what the hell?” Iggy curls back and rubs his shoulder
“Why are you asking him. He doesn't have a clue same as me”
“I was just asking sister. It's unusual for Mickey to not greet me when I
arrive is all. It's not like i'm here everyday you know.”
“Yea i know. I guess i'm just worried” the young girl replied and for the first
time in over a week he saw genuine concern in the girls eyes.
It all made sence now, the reason today was so important. Today was the day
their big brother came into town. He breifly remebered Mickey talking about his
brother, the knight who traveled to other lands learning new trades and skills
and bringing the knowleged back to share with the kingdom. He was always out on
some new adventure only returning once or twice a year, and he was here now so
where was Mickey? He was over this. The whole time he had a feeling in his gut
that something was off but that feeling amplified as he stared at the troubled
faces of the Milkovich siblings.
“Something is wrong here” he spoke softly.
“Speak up Gallagher” Iggy replied.
“I said something is wrong here your grace. The prince has been missing for
over a week”
Iggy looked over at the princess and sucked in his teeth. “Is this true
Mandy.?”
“Yes but sometimes father sends him to town so i didn't think anythinng, but
now you're here and i know he would not willingly miss you.” She rolled her
eyes “You are his favorite after all”
Iggy smirked “Indeed I am. We need to bring his absence to the King. He will
know what to do”
Iggy tok his sisters hand and started walking towards the castle.
Ian did not want to talk to the King. Something told him Mickey was in trouble
and no doubt the King was behind it. He was a wolf in sheeps clothing. What if
Mickey was at the mercy of the king and they made it worse by asking questions?
“Gallagher?” Iggy shouted.
Ian looked up absently and the pair were already cross the courtyard standing
infront of the door to the main hallway.
“You ok man?”
“Yea I'm fine” Ian said pulling his mind from the dark thoughts and what if's
that were begiing to take hold.
“You're coming too right? You want to know what happened as much as us?”
He raked his fingers thorough his hair and started walking toward Iggy and
Mandy.
“Yea I'm coming”
 
They aporched thre throne room and Ian felt like he was going to be sick. The
nagging feeling in his stomach was relentless. He dreaded talking to the King
for fear of what they maybe told.
..pull it together..
He needed to. He needed to take a deep breath and follow the two siblings into
the throne room. The 3 approached the throne together but it was Iggy who spoke
first.
“My King” he bowed.
“Ignatious my son, its such a pleasure to see you. You must be weary from your
travels. You there” the king snapped his fingers and usherd to one of the
servants standing against the wall.
“Yes Your Majesty” the mousy looking man replied.
“Go fetch a girl for my son and prepare his chambers”
“that's not nessacary father” Iggy replied
The king stood up from his throne and threw his hands in the air in excitement
“Of course it is. My son has returned , it's only right that you enjoy the
comforts of home”
“Honestly father that's not important. Where is my brother? He was supposed to
be here today”
King Terry glanced over at Ian. He tried to avoid his gaze but theres eyes met
as he spoke. Ian felt like the words were being spoken directly at him.
“Mikhalio has gone in search of a bride”
“What? Why?” Iggy looked at the King in disbelif.
“Prince Gallagher's prescence here..” Ian was now certain the king was
directing this too him “ his bethrothal to your sister made Mikhalio relise the
blessing anothers company could bring him”
“It just doesn't make any sense father. Even if he was choosing a bride he
would not stand me up, he is always here when i arrive”
“Your brother is becoming a man Ignatious. It was time for him to put childish
things aside. You may be the one taking the throne but he is still a prince and
his actions still reflect on this kingdom”
“but..”
“That's enough. I will have no more talk of this. You 3 need to prepare for
dinner. We are having a banquet to welcome you home”
“Fath..”
“I said ENOUGH! I'm very proud of you son but do not thnk you can question me,
I am your King. We are done here”
Iggy bowed his head in defeat as he turned around and walked out of the room.
Ian and Mandy followed close behind.
“Well there you have it” Mandy said suprisingly chipper.
“What do you mean princess?” Ian looked at her with confusion as the 3 made
there way down the hall to the main corridor.
“Are you not relieved Ian? You have been wondering and now we know. Mickey is
out lokoing for a bride, not like anyone would have him” she snickered.
Iggy glanced over at him and if he wasn't sure before he could tell now, Iggy
knew. The young Prince put on a fake smile.
“You're right princess that is a relief. Why don't you go find a nice dress and
I'l escort you to the banquet”
Mandy blushed and twirled her hair. “Ok” she replied and kissed him on the
cheek. She hugged her brother and skipped down the hallway content with being
oblivious. Once she was out of earshot Ian turned to Iggy.
“Tell me what you know”
“I know everything”
He shook his head in frustration. “What do you know?”
they walked slowly down the hall. “I know that you and my brother care for each
other, is that what you want to hear Gallagher?”
It was Ian's turn to blush, his face turned a bright crimson hearing the words
come from a strangers mouth.
“It's true” he replied. He stopped and looked the older boy dead in the eyes.
“He's lying you know. He has to be lying. There is no way Mickey would....he
just couldn't” the thought of Mickey out there trolling for women, their bodies
pressed against him it was to much. He felt a tears escape his eyes and
suddenly he was bawling. Yep he was crying like a child in front of the
kingdoms future king.
“Hey..hey it's ok man” Iggy said and patted him on the back.
“He lying Iggy! Something terrible has happened I can feel it. Mickey needs us,
he needs me. He's in trouble and i cant help him” he's breathing heavily as the
words pour out mixed with snotty tears. All the fear and emotion he had kept
bottled up during the week had exploded in this moment.
“Gallgher!” Iggy shouted causing him to flinch.
“Pull it together man. If my brother is in trouble how are you supposed to help
him if you're here crying like a bitch?”
Ian knew the prince was right. He took a deep breath to steady his breathing
and wiped his eyes with the sleeves of his robe.
“I'm sorry my Prince”
“It's fine man. Nice to see you care so much about him. He's lucky to have
found you”
“Yea. It's not like we can ever truely be together”
Iggy didn't respond to his statement which solidified to him they were doomed
to a life of secrecy.
He was about to approach his chamber when the man spoke “Where do you think he
is?”
“I have no idea. I've searched everywhere”
“Think Gallagher. If you think he's not really parading through the kingdom
where else could he be?”
Ian felt worthless. He went through every possible place he could think of.
Every hidden corner of the castle Mickey had ever shown him but he came up with
nothing.
“I don't know” he says soflty staring at the floor.
“I'll ask around. The walls have ears you know” Iggy replied then turned to
leave.
Ian nodded his head then walked inside his chamber. He walked over to his bed
and sat on the edge.
...where are you?...
He rest his hand in his face and tried to think. He needed to think. ...where
are you?...
Could it be true? Maybe Mickey was so upset at him that he gave up and decided
to find a women. He wouldn't have to hide with a women. It would surely make
his father happy. He knew how Mickey yearned for his fathers approval even
though he would never admit to such a thing. He knew the prince was tired of
being treated like a servant, tired of cooking and cleaning. He had mentioned
many times he felt like a prisoner in his own castle. Maybe their fight was
what.....wait? He was a prisoner in his own castle....that was one place Ian
had never considered. Could it be? Could Mickey be here all along?
no.
No way.
Terry was an asshole but he would never lock up his own son...would he?....
No.
What if he did, what would be the reason? Mickey always adheared to the rules.
He did his chores above and beyond he never cut corners...this was silly. Why
would he be locked up? What could he possibly have done that would make the
King go to that extreme? ..ughhhh... he tried to push the thought to the back
of his mind, he needed to focus on reality. The what if's could go on forever
but the fact is Mickey was missing and he was determined to find him. He knew
it was probably time for him to get the Princess. The lat thing he wanted was
for them to be late when Terry was already in a fowl mood from their earlier
conversation. He walked out of his chamber and down the hall to get Mandy. When
he arrived he was surprised to see Iggy standing in the doorway.
“Gallagher just in time”
Ian raised his brow as he walked in an sat down next to Mandy who was sitting
on her bed.
“You look lovely princess”
The princess was wearing a dark blue dress that showed off her bust with silver
sequins and there was a white rose in her hair.
“I'm glad you approve” she said grabbing his arm and pulling him into a kiss.
“Eh hem” Iggy coughed causing the princess to pull back.
“What? He's going to be my husband! I can kiss him if i want”
“That's not why i'm here sister. I have news” he looked over at Ian who was now
staring at the older boy intensly.
“Go on” Ian replied
“One of the gardeners said he saw Mikhalio being escorted by two gaurds across
the court yard last week”
“What?” Ian jumped up.
Mandy grabbed him arm and pulled him down. “What else did he say?”
Iggy looked down at the floor then glanced back up “he said he never saw him
return”
“I knew it! I told you something happened” ian shouted
“What do you mean?” Mandy looked over at Ian and then at Iggy her face was
laced with confusion.
“I think i know where he is Iggy. It's crazt i know but just here me out. I may
be wrong but...”
“Spit it out Gallagher” Iggy snapped in frustration.
“well i....i've gone over every possible place that he coud be in the castle
and i've searched there. The only place i have not looked is that last place i
would think of” his eyes meet Iggys expecting the man to put 2 and 2 together
but no luck.
“And.....” iggy replies impatiently.
“The dungeon. What if Mickey is being held prisoner”
“Ian that is ridicuous. How could you joke about something like that” Mandy
replied in disgust and she pulled her hand away from his.
Iggy stayed silent.
“mandy here me out. How random is it that Mickey, your brother would just
decide he wants to get married, i mean he hates people, and to do it when he
knows Iggy is coming? They have been writing each other so why would he
suddenly just dissapear?”
“Hes right” Iggy said softly.
Mandy face was pained as she stood up from the bed. “You just stop it both of
you. You hear me?”
“Mandy listen” Iggy reached his arm out to comfort his sister.
“No. He wouldn't do that. Our father wouldn't just lock him up and throw away
the key, he wouldn't iggy” she cried as a tear ran down her cheek.
Ian could tell mandy didn't believe the words she was speaking even though she
tried. He knew how much she loved her father but Mickey and her were close so
she also knew his relationship with terry was different from hers.
“Mandy..”
“No ian”
“Mandy!” he grabbed the girl by the waist and pulled her in for hug. As
expected she rest her head on his shoulder.
“He wouldn't do that” she sniffled
“All i want to do is check, what's the harm in checking right. It will bring us
closer to finding him if we check off every option” Ian whispered as he petted
her hair.
“Ok” she said softly, her voice broken from crying. She wiped her eyes.
“Ok..i'm ok” she said allowed reassuring herself and the two boys. The princess
and Ian sat back on the bed.
“So how are we going to get the keys?” Iggy looked at them as he leaned against
the armoir. “the gaurs carr them on their belt”
“We will have to find away” Ian said eagerily.
“I'll do it” Mandy replied.
“What?” both boys said at the same time and stared at the princess.
“Don't what me. You assholes were thinking it. I'll distract the gaurd”
“We can't take the key off his belt even if you distract him” Iggy replied.
“then i'l have to take off his belt”
“No fucking way, no fucking way. You are not going to whore your self out as a
distraction we will find something else” Iggy said firmly.
“No iggy, this is for Mikhalio! I'l do what i have to. Besides i'm not going to
whore myself out. I'm just going to make him think i might” she smiled and
there was a mischevious glint in her eye.
Ian looked over at iggy waiting for the man to say something.
“Fine”
“Fuck” Ian sighed as he breathed in. He didn't know when in the conversation he
started to hold his breath but he knew he could breath again when he heard iggy
speak.
“So when are we doing this” he said once he was able to breath.
“Tonight” Iggy replied.
“What about the party?”
“it's perfect We will sneek out after dinner when everyone is mingling, Father
will never notice” Iggy looked at him and he looked at Mandy. Mandy nodded.
“ok then.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you guys enjoyed this. I can't wait for the rescue mission!
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     Iggy, Mandy and Ian set out to rescue Mickey.
Chapter Notes
     OMg almost there!! ONe more update and we are done. Thank you for
     everyone has continued to read my story. I again apologize for the
     time between updates. I've changed how i do things so this and LS
     will be the last prompts i do do chapter by chapter. Thank you again
     for the support. I hope you enjoy.
     unbetad because i just wanted to post so forgive the errors.
 
 
 
It was dark. Dark and cold. Mickey sat on the dungeon floor letting the cool
cement chill his bones. It seemed like an eternity since he had seen Ian's
face. He had no way of telling time as the days slipped into night everything
was the same for him, just dark and cold. He looked over at the poor excuse for
a meal the guard had brought him. It was a piece of stale bread with old fruit.
He could hardly even call that food, more like poison. He had always known the
king held resentment towards him but he never could have imagined the extent of
his hatred. He was his son and nothing he could do would change that. He was a
prince damn it, yet somehow the king had found another way to humiliate him, to
break his spirit. He had expected the king to return after a few hours and have
a reasonable discussion with him but he never did. Just like everyone else he
had forgotten about Mickey, he had moved on with his life happily knowing that
Mickey would no longer be a part of it. Was he too die down here? He had heard
stories of prisoners being left for dead. They were alive when they entered the
Kings dungeon but then like him they were left to wither away into nothing but
a distant memory. At least Ian would be happy. He would forget about him and
fall into the loving embrace of the princess for comfort. That's how it should
be anyways right. The whole reason the kid was here was because he was
betrothed to his stupid sister. He hit his hand against that wall in
frustration causing his knuckles to bleed drops of crimson.
“Fuck” he yelled as he shook the pain from his hand and sank to the ground.
It was not enough to distract him from the pain in his heart. Just as he was
about give in to his growing hunger and consume the old food before him he
heard the door to the dungeon open. A crack of light illuminated the dark room
as it followed the visitor down the basement steps. It was his father who
walked up to his cell. He had been waiting for this moment but now that it was
here he was not sure what to do.
“Mikhailo my son, let us end this foolishness” the king said as he unlocked his
cell.
The price sprang to his feet. “Yes father, thank you I..”
“if you want to be my son and a prince in my kingdom you must find a bride”
Mickey was taken by surprise “ what? A bride?”
“Yes Mikhailo. You are too go to town and return with a women to wed. You will
be wed before your sister since you are older” Terry said.
“No”
“Excuse me” his father said stepping closer to him.
“I said no father. I will not be forced into an arranged marriage, like you are
doing with Mandy”
“is that what you think?” Terry's nostrils flared as he spoke. Mickey knew what
was coming. He felt his head knock against the cell wall when his father
slapped him across the face hard. His lip was bleeding but he was not going to
give in. No way in hell was he letting his father control the rest of his life.
He had planned to leave when he was 18 and if he married his father would have
him tightly wrapped around his finger.
“Fuck you” Mickey spat, wiping the blood from his face.
“Listen here you stupid boy.” Terry grabbed him and threw him to the other side
of the cell and he landed on his back “I'm giving you a chance Mikhailo. Either
you find a bride or you spend the rest of your pathetic life down here because
I will not have a Faggot for a son!”
“Guess I'm staying down here then” Mickey was laying on his back unable to move
glaring up at his father.
“You fucking waste of life” the king said as he walked over and kicked Mickey
in the stomach over and over causing him to spit up blood.
“ I should have killed that little queer when you were a child and taught you a
lesson” terry spoke with so much hatred as he squatted down to be at eye level
with his son.
“You're going to regret this son”
Mickey was frozen in pain, his ears were ringing and his insides were on fire.
All he could do was glare at his father, his eyes ablaze with disdain for the
man now walking away from him.
 
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It was hard for Ian to sit still at dinner. He was fidgeting with his hands
under the table trying to his best to distract himself from staring at King
Terry who was laughing with Iggy across the table.
“Knock it off” Mandy swatted his hand.
“I'm sorry I'm just so nervous, I keep picturing your brother scared and alone
in the dark and.”
“Ian just stop please!” Mandy shouted capturing the kings attention.
“Amanda is everything alright?” The king was glaring at Ian as he asked the
question.
“”Yes father” she replied and quickly averted her gaze.
“then why are you shouting at the Prince” Terry eyed the two suspiciously.
Ian glanced over at the princess who was at a loss for words. He suddenly
remembered the party and had an idea.
“It was my fault your highness. I was pressuring the princess to dance with me
at the ball” Ian turned to look at Mandy “You just look so lovely tonight”
The king laughed sarcastically “really?”
“Uh yes father” the girl replied quickly “ You know I hate dancing”
“Indeed. Well finish your food and stop messing around. You are representing
the kingdom tonight and I do not want anymore childish outbursts you
understand?”
“yes father” the princess replied and returned back to the plate of vegetables
in front of her.
The rest of the dinner was silent. Ian pushed the steamed vegetables around on
his plate. His nerves caused him to loose his appetite and he wanted nothing
more than to leave the table. He knew he had to stay however to execute the
plan. Iggy had gone off with Kermit to do some last minute preparation before
the nights events began. Soon the servants came and relinquished them of their
plates, neither had eaten very much since the conversation earlier. The king
had left Mandy and himself at the table to be escorted by Kermit.
Kermit returned a few minutes later. “alright your grace, princess. Time for
you two to make your entrance”
They looked over at each other and stood up from the table. Mandy walked up
next to him and placed her hand in his. “Ready?”
Ian smiled but on the inside he felt so guilty. The princess obviously cared
about him and they were about to announce to the kingdom their promised
betrothal, yet he felt nothing for the girl. Sure he loved Mandy but for some
fucked up reason the universe would not let him feel for her as more than a
friend. His heart belonged to Mickey. Wherever he was, the older boy had stolen
his heart and he knew Mickey was it for him, if that meant marrying the
princess and sneaking around the rest of his life..he would consider it. It was
no way to live and dreadfully unfair too everyone involved but the heart wants
what the heart wants right?
 
They followed Kermit to the main hall. It was filled with people in jeweled
dresses and fine robes, the sound of chatter echoed off the walls. The King and
Iggy were seated at a table at the front of the room. The two walked over to
the table and sat down. Once seated the King stood up and minstrels played fan
fair behind him.
“All hail King Terry Milkovich”
The room went deadly silent as everyone bowed down to the king.
“Greetings everyone.” The king bellowed.
“I invited you here to celebrate” the king reached his hand down to Iggy who
took it and stood up.
“ My eldest son Prince Ignatius has returned to share his adventures with us.
He has traveled many a distance collecting stories and knowledge for his
beloved kingdom” as if prompted the moment the king stopped speaking the room
burst into applause for the older Prince. Iggy graciously smiled then then sat
back down. The king now turned his attention to Ian.
“Stand up you snake” he said quietly keeping a fake smile on his face.
The comment made Ian's skin crawl. Why was the King suddenly so angry with him.
It seemed like every time he spoke to him it was laced with bitterness, this
time was no different. Ian stood up quickly and looked out at the people before
him.
“This is Prince Ian from the Gallagher clan. He is here to marry my beautiful
daughter Amanda” Mandy stood up on cue and again grasped Ian's hand.
“This is a great moment in our kingdoms history” the king continued “ for with
this marriage 2 kingdoms become one” The king looked over at the two and smiled
deviously.
“Young Gallagher has been living here for several months and has managed to
make my daughter very happy. I would like to announce their official
engagement. They are too be wed next week before you all”
“What?” Ian looked at the king in confusion. The princess was but 15 and
originally the wedding was set for her 18th birthday.
“I know how excited you must be young prince. Go ahead and kiss the princess
before the kingdom to make it official” his eyes were fixed with Ian's as he
spoke as if daring the boy to refuse. Ian glanced down at Iggy who had a stoic
look on his face. The older boy looked like he was trying hard to keep himself
from saying something. Mandy looked just as surprised as Ian but she was still
happy. She turned to him and stared with her blue eyes glistening under the
light of the candles on the chandelier.
The king laughed “Go on Prince don't be shy”
Ian again looked out at the crowd of eyes eagerly waiting for him to make a
move then back at Mandy who's eyes had softened due to his hesitation. He took
a deep breath and grabbed the girl pulling her in close and kissed her
chastely.
“You call that a kiss? What are you a women Gallagher? Maybe this marriage was
a bad idea if that is how you react to a beautiful women” the king was
chastising him in front of everyone. What did he know and how. Is that why
Mickey was gone? Did he really send him away? He froze and everything went
blurry and began fade as the realization hit until he felt Mandy's hand on his
face. She pulled him into another kiss and this time he let her take the lead.
He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was kissing another Milkovich, his
Mickey. The room filled with gasps and awes as the two kissed passionately.
“That's enough” Terry snapped clearly disappointed by the display, it was
obvious he had his suspicions about Ian but thankfully Mandy was there to save
the day.
“Sorry your highness”
“Yes sorry father, we are just so excited, Right Ian?”
Ian nodded and squeezed Mandy's hand. “that's right my King”
There was an awkward silence that floated across the room as everyone sat down.
The king kept side glancing Ian who was trying expertly to avoid his gaze.
After a few minutes of silence the king waved his hand in the air and the room
filled with music. The orchestra started playing and the room again vibrated
with the sound of conversation.
 
 
The evening seemed to drag on forever. Song after song played and Ian watched
as the people danced, entwined in one another. He wondered if Mickey would ever
dance with him. Probably not, the older boy would most likely scoff at the
request and say something demeaning just for mentioning it. Fuck he missed
Mickey. He was getting impatient waiting for the King to leave the table. He
knew there were very important people here and King Terry would be rude to not
go and make conversation, so he just waited. Iggy ended up being the first one
to leave the table which was not according to plan. He trusted the man so he
tried to remain calm, hoping he had not gone back on his word. Ian watched as
the Prince walked around the room engaging in brief conversation with a couple
before moving on to another. Soon the man was on the other side of the dining
room, then he was gone. Ian looked over at the King who was one his 3rd glass
of ale, then over at Mandy. Mandy nodded in agreement and scouted the room. Her
eyes landed on a women in her early 20's, beautiful and wealthy.
“See that women in the fur jacket” she whispered
“I do”
“She's a Ukrainian duchess and my father is obsessed with her. She mainly comes
to these events for Mickey”
“What?” Ian turned to her.
“Father has a crush on her but he doesn't know she is in love with Mikhailo.
Too bad he's not interested. He has shot her down multiple times yet she keeps
coming back”
“Father, is that Lady Svetlana I see?” The King stood up from his seat at the
head of the table and stared out into the crowd.
“Good eye Mandy tis indeed. I suppose I should go say hi, seeing as she
traveled all this way”
“She looks quite lovely tonight wouldn't you agree father?”
“That she does daughter. You two behave yourselves I'm going to talk to the
Duchess” The king ran his fingers through his hair, straightened his robe then
left the table walking in the direction of the mysterious women.
 
Once Mandy was sure the King would be engaged in conversation for awhile she
stood up from the table.
“Come on Ian, lets go”
The two made their way through the crowd only being stopped a few times to
receive congratulations on their upcoming nuptials. They reached the end of the
great hall and saw Iggy waiting in the door way.
“Took you long enough” he scoffed.
“Well you were supposed to leave with father and get him into the crowd” Mandy
replied and rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. How much time do we have?” the older prince creased his brown and
rubbed his forehead.
“Well father is talking with Svetlana so I'd say all night, more if she stays
with him”
“I thought you said she is only interested in Mickey” Ian replied.
Mandy smirked “She only has feelings for Mickey, however father is the King so
she does not turn down his advances”
“I see” Ian sucked in his cheek. “So which way to the dungeon”
“This way” Iggy replied as he led them down the hall. One hall turned to
another then another and soon they were in an area of the castle Ian was
unfamiliar with. They turned the last corner and saw the guard sitting in front
of a locked door reading a book.
“That's it. That door leads to the dungeons” Iggy's eyes met with Ian's. Ian
was trying to keep his composure but the closer they came the more he felt like
he would fall apart. He just needed an answer, even if it's not what he wanted
to here he just needed to know where his prince had gone, he did not just
vanish. He took a deep breath and turned to Mandy. “OK Mandy you s...where did
she go?”
“huh?” Iggy looked back to the guard to see his sister sauntering over.
 
“Hey big boy” she smiled and ran her fingers delicately across the wall.
The guard looked confused yet aroused which was a good sign. Ian sat patiently
and let Mandy work her magic. She whispered something in the mans ear that made
him turn pale. He quickly stood up and moved his chair away from the door so
that it was facing the wall opposite them. The next thing they know the
Princess in on his lap grinding up against him. The man looks around cautiously
then reaches up to grab her sides. She swats his hands away. “No touching”
She slides of his lap and is now kneeling in front of him on the floor, her
hands reaching for his belt.
 
“Fuck this” Iggy replies and starts to go after his sister.
“No wait!” Ian snaps quietly grabbing Iggy by the back of his shirt.
Iggy retreats back to the hallway. “I can't watch that shit, that's my little
sister”
“I know. She knows what she doing Iggy. Remember this is all for Mickey.”
“No Gallagher. This is all for you!”
Ian was taken back by the mans sudden change in perspective.
“I just need to know he's not down there OK.”
“I know I'm sorry. I just.....this is not what I expected when I came home you
know. My little sister giving a fucking lap dance and my little brother
missing”
“I know man. We will find him, I know it. You trust me”
“No, I barely know you, but Mickey does and I can tell you love him”
“I do”
He let the words linger in the air. It was the first time he admitted it, event
to himself. The peered around the corner. So far the plan was working.
Mandy was able to distract the guard and remove his belt, she tossed it on the
floor behind him. Ian moved quickly to grab the key from the mans belt as Mandy
danced for him. He looked over at Iggy who looked murderous staring at the
guard who was now touching himself to his little sister.
“I'm going to kill that guy”
“Yea it's fucking disgusting”
Soon they heard a crash and turned to see Mandy smiling and the guard passed
out on the floor.
“Mandy! What happened?” Ian was panicked. He didn't want anything to ruin their
chances of finding Mickey.
“perve started to get handsy again so I hit him with this” she held up a thick
brown book
“He was reading it when I found him. This should give us plenty of time.”
Ian rubbed his forehead and creased his brow “Um OK. Lets go”
They walked over to the door to the dungeon. There were several keys on the
ring after 2 trys they succeeded and the door swung open. Immediately they were
hit with the smell of rot and dust causing Ian's stomach to churn.
The 3 slowly made their way down the steps until they were staring at a room
full of empty cells.
..no...
A part of him was hoping the prince was here, then he could rescue him instead
of worrying if he was dead or alive. The room was dark and they could barely
see each other.
“Hold on” Iggy whispered, he felt along the dungeon wall then stopped, he tuned
a knob causing the room to slowly light up. The lanterns on the wall flickered.
As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw a figure lying in one of the cells.
The person was facing the wall so he could not see their face.
“He's not down here guys. Please lets go, this place gives me the creeps”
“Mandy no we need to look more” Ian pointed to the back of the room where their
were several more cells.
He took a deep breath and walked over to the cell with the stranger. He placed
his hands gently on the bars “Mickey” he whispered, holding back tears. The
figure stayed still. The longer he stared he notice the mans fingers were thin,
to thin and he seemed to have no hair. He walked around to get a better angle
then jumped back. This was a skeleton, not his Mickey. Not his Mickey thank
god. This man had been left here to die and even in death he had been
forgotten. The thought was too much for him as he took a deep breath and made
his way across the room. Iggy was standing at the bottom of the stairs ready to
attack if he saw the guard and Mandy was staring absently into an empty cell.
Ian walked up to her and grabbed her hand.
“Hey. It's OK. We only have a few more to look at then we can go” he said
trying to comfort the girl and secretly himself
“OK” she replied
There were 3 cells left and the emptiness in his heart grew as it matched the
inside of the cell. He walked over to the last one, Mandy's hand in his and
again he sees a figure on the floor. He knows better but still decides to hope.
“M..Mickey” he stammers softly.
There is no reply but the figure moves. It moves, he sees a slight shift in the
position.
“Mickey!” Ian yells. He's not sure but this person is alive he can turn around
and show his face.
The figure slowly turns and Ian is met with the piercing blue eyes he has
longed to see for so long.
“Gallagher?”
“Omg Mickey your alive” Mandy cries.
“Mandy?” The older boy sat up and winced in pain.
“What are you doing down here? How did you find me?”
Mandy glanced over at Ian “It was his idea. We looked everywhere for you
except.. why are you down here Mickey? What did you do?”
“It's my fault” Ian spoke as mickey said
“It doesn't matter”
“It does matter Mickey we were worried sick about you. I thought that you left.
For fucks sake you just disappeared and after ..i just....” he knew he was
loosing it as tears streamed down his face. He quickly wiped his face and
regained his composure.
“Ian?” he looked over at Mandy his face tear stained.
“Why are you crying?”
“Nothing, I'm fine” he lied.
“Ian Clayton Gallagher do not lie to me. What is going on here?”
Ian looked helplessly at Mickey. Mickey returned his eyes with a softness.
“It's fine Gallagher tell her, it's not like things could get worse than this
right?” he laughs and gestures around him to the dark room they were in.
“OK”
Ian grabbed Mandy's hand tight in his and stared into her eyes that were laced
with confusion.
“Mandy, your beautiful. You are an amazing women and anyone in their right mind
would be lucky to have you. You deserve a knight in shining armor, someone too
sweep you off your feet and take your breath away in ways you never imagined
possible like a fairy tale, some who loves you for you.”
“Ian I don't understand”
Ian scratched his head nervously then looked over at Mickey who was waiting for
him to continue, the look on his face was a confused as his sisters.
“Mi...” he took a deep breath…..just do it..... “Mandy, Mickey is my knight OK.
He is my fairy tale” he turns to look at the Prince. “From the moment we met he
took my breath away and he has never stopped.” he turned to look back at the
princess. “I love him Mandy. I love him and no matter how hard I've tried I
can't change that. I'm sorry if I hurt you.”
Mandy's eyes were darting back and forth between the two of them as she
remained silent.
“Say something” Mickey replied.
“Ha!” Mandy burst out laughing. She was turning so red from the throws of
laughter combined with tears.
“Hey it's OK” Ian said and reached for her but she pulled away.
“How long?”
“What?” Mickey replied.
“how long have you been sleeping with my fiance?”
“Mandy it's not” ian tried to say
“Quiet Ian! I was talking to my brother. How long Mikhalio?”
“Since we picked him up from the his castle. That first night”
Mandy's face softened as tears ran down her face, she smiled. “really?”
“Yea?” Mickey answered his voice sounding unsure.
“I can't believe you Mikhalio. How could you?”
“Mandy I'm sorry...”
“How could you not tell me you were gay?”
“wait what? That's why you're mad?”
“Of course asshole” she slapped her palm on the cell door.
“What about..”
Mandy sighed. “I don't care about that. No offense” she looked over at Ian.
“Uh none taken”
“It was an arranged marriage, there were no feelings for me, I was trying to
make them but you. You have been together for months Mickey. MONTHS! Of loving
someone and being happy that you kept from me.”
“You know dad put me down here right? He kicked my ass, locked me up and threw
away the key. I was afraid of how you would react”
Mandy nodded her head, “Iggy gimme the keys”
“Wait Iggy's here?” Mickey said his voice getting smaller as if all the pride
in his body was replaced with disappointment.
“Yea I'm here Mikhalio. I'm glad you're OK, we've been worried”
“when did you get here?”
“Today”
“I'm sorry I...”
“Shut up Mickey. We all know that dad is a homophobic asshole. You haven't done
anything wrong” Iggy replies and hands Mandy the key to the cell. She finds the
key and the lock clicks allowing the door to swing open. Ian does not care if
they are surrounded by the world he needs to touch Mickey. He runs inside the
cell and smashes his lips against the boys. They are chapped and dry and he can
taste the blood in his mouth but he doesn't care. He wraps his arms around his
waist, it's thin like he has been down here starving, scared and alone, just as
he feared. He doesn't want to let go for fear the older boy will disappear
again.
“Jesus Gallagher”
“Mickey I'm sorry for bef..”
“Stop” Mickey says and kisses him back, he can feel the boys hand in his hair
and begins to get lost in his touch
“ahem” he hears Iggy cough and suddenly remembers they do have an audience.
“Yea I know you two have some catching up to do but if you could not do that in
front of me ever, it would be great.”
Mandy smiled at her brother “I second that”
 
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     The Milkovich siblings attempt to take the crown. (terrible at
     summaries lol just read..i think you will like it)
Chapter Notes
     Here we are guys. I know it took forever and i thank you for your
     patience as always. This is the final chapter i hope you enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“What are we going to do now?” Ian looked to Mickey for an answer but it was
clear the boy had none, instead Iggy replied.
“Now we face our father. Tonight is perfect, the castle is filled with people.
Now would be the best time to try and take the crown, don't you think
Mikhalio?”
“take the crown? What are you talking about Iggs, you can only do that if he
dies man”
“How can you even think such a thing Ignatius!” Mandy stood there with her arms
crossed glaring at her brother.
“Mandy, father is a bad man. He's bad for this kingdom. He kills too many
innocent people without a thought. He threatens everyone's lands. Jesus Mands
He was going to leave Mickey here to die, don't you see that?” Iggy said
grabbing his sisters shoulder and bringing her close.
“No..he”
“Yes he was. I will give him the chance to surrender peacefully but if not I
will challenge him for the crown”
“I'll never forgive you for this!” Mandy yelled and turned to walk away.
“Princess wait” Ian called.
“What Ian?”
“We need you. Mickey needs you. You guys have to work together if there is any
chance of your father surrendering peacefully.”
Mandy held his gaze, her eyes intense and full of sadness. He could tell the
girl was almost too her breaking point. The news that her father had been
keeping her brother prisoner, finding out it was because he was sleeping with
her fiance and now her eldest brother wanted to usurp her father. She looked
like she was going to break down right there. The young girl sighed deeply
before moving her stare over to Iggy.
“Fine, but you have to promise me you won't kill him”
“Mandy..”
“No Ignatius promise me!”
“I promise I wont kill him”
The young girl threw her hair over her shoulder and adjusted her dress.
“OK then.””
Mickey looked over at him and reached for his hand “You ready fire-crotch?”
“Gross” Mandy mumbled as she walked quickly past them, hiking her dress to
climb the basement stairs.
Ian couldn't help but laugh as Mandy whirled passed them. He squeezed mickey's
hand tightly, telling himself to never again let go. He didn't need to respond,
the look in his eyes would tell Mickey everything he needed to know. They were
the last ones up the stairs, he followed closely behind Mickey. The older boy
had such a beautiful body he had known that, maybe it was the time apart but he
never noticed what a beautiful ass the guy had until it was practically in his
face as the walked up the flights of stairs.
Once to the top the guard was know where to be found.
“He's probably runnin' his mouth to father as we speak” Mickey said shaking his
head in annoyance.
“So we loose the element of surprise, so what? We still can do this and we can
win. We will make him surrender. We have too” Iggy replied glancing over at his
sister.
They stood there taking in the moment ahead. Ian would love to believe the
Milkovich siblings were able to take down their father, but he was terrified.
He knew Iggy would not back down and Mickey would stand by his side and he by
Mickeys no matter the cost. He prayed that being put on the spot would spur the
King to make the right decision. Sure Iggy was a talented sword smith but Terry
was King for a reason. He was great with a sword and swift to execute, not to
mention he would likely be surrounded by guards. They were walking into the
lions den and he knew it.
“You guys sure this is a good idea? Mick we could just run away you know we..”
“Stop it Gallagher. You and I both know you won't abandon your kingdom or we
would have hightailed outta here by now. This is the only way”
Ian stayed quiet.
“Now or never guys” Iggy said and looked carefully over them as if waiting for
another objection.
No one spoke so the 4 headed down the hall to the ballroom.


**********************************************************************


Mickey felt like his heart was going to explode as he walked through the doors
to the main hall his hand holding tightly onto Ian's. He told himself he would
keep it together but the moment his eyes locked onto his fathers he was seeing
red. He tried to run at him but felt himself being held back by Ian and Iggy.
His father looked at him with shock and hatred.
“Mikhalio! I'm surprised to see you here” the king seethed. He could tell he
was trying to keep the outburst discreet but Mickey had other plans.
“Maybe that's because the last time you saw me you were kicking me in the face
and locking me in the dungeon father” he said loudly bringing the room to a
hush.
The king looked around at the sea of faces now captivated by the show playing
in front of them.
“He's known to exaggerate. Teenagers” he smiled to his guests who begun to
whisper.
“It's true. I found him there father” Iggy stepped next to him.
“You left him locked in the dungeon for over a week, alone in the dark with
nothing. What kind of person would do that to their own son” Iggy said but he
was addressing the crowd.
It was working, the whispers had turned into distasteful comments, people were
glaring at the king.
“Silence!” The king waived his hand and brought the room to a stand still.
“He is NOT my son. He lay's with other men. He is nothing but filth and an
embarrassment to the Milkovich name.” his father shouted. He watched as Terry
eyes focused in on Ian.
“And you!” the king shouted “seize him! I will have your head Gallagher. You
come and disrespect my family, you turn my son into a faggot. You and your
kingdom will burn for this! There will be NO peace you hear me”
He looked over at Ian who was as white as a sheet. He watched as the guards got
closer and closer, now approaching them. One was about to reach for Ian's arm
when he saw his brother take out his sword and point it at the mans jugular.
“move again and I'll cut your throat” there was a loud gasp coming from the
crowded room reminding him what he was here for. He looked over at Iggy who
began to lower his sword. He looked at the guard, this was the same one who
held him as his father beat him before tossing him in the dungeon. Mickey
cracked his knuckles and swung his fist, a loud crack echoed through the room.
“Shit” he cried shaking out his wrist. He put his full force into that blow,
causing the guard to pass out on the floor in front of them.
“Nice Mick” Ian replied. He was glad to see the younger boy gaining some color
in his face.
“Enough of this father” Iggy interrupted his thoughts. “I'm going to offer this
one time and one time only. Surrender the crown.”
“Are you out of your mind Ignatius? I could have you strung up for treason” the
king yelled.
“Father please, surrender the crown or I will be forced to take it from you”
The king laughed a deep laugh. “Do you see this? My kids have gone mad! One is
a sniveling queer and the other is trying to usurp me”
“Father”
“No! I will not bow down to my son. This behavior will not be tolerated. You
need a reminder that I am your KING. You should fear me” the king looked out to
the crowed and pointed to a man dressed in a fine robe, he had a blonde women
on his arm.
“You there. Come to me” the king called
“Father don't”
“You did this. All of you” Terry said as the man wearily approached the King.
“Your..g..grace” the man stammered standing in front of the king, Mickey could
tell he was terrified.
“Bow for your king”
The man bent over and bowed. “Not like that kneel!” the man's face was stained
with tears, his dignity long gone. Mickey could feel his fear knowing he was to
be the kings example.
He knelt down and Terry unsheathed his sword, it was as if time was standing
still as Mickey watched his father behead an innocent man. He had never seen
such carnage in person only heard the rumors. Now he was faced with the
reality, his father had no soul, how could he? He just killed and innocent man,
for no reason other than to prove a point.
The blonde women was screaming now, her screams were blood curdling as the king
swung his blade again and again until finally the separation was complete.
Mickey felt like a scared little kid. He looked over to Ian who stood in shock
starring absently at the bloody body on the floor. He looked over to Iggy but
the Prince was no where to be seen. Did he leave them? This was his fucking
idea. The king would surely kill them all except Mandy, who had passed out and
was now lying unconscious on the floor.
His eyes met with his fathers and for the first time in a long time he actually
feared for his life. The look in Terry's eyes had changed from hatred to
contempt. Mickey wanted to run but knew he couldn't, not only would he not make
it but he couldn't leave Ian alone in the mess they had created. Maybe if he
agreed to marry like his father had originally asked he would spare Ian. He had
done it once before, maybe Ian's life was worth saving if the king knew he
could control his. Life would pretty much be the same as it is now, the king
already dictated his every move. That was it. It had to be done. He squeezed
Ian's hand tightly and the redhead locked eyes with him. He let go and began to
walk towards his father.
He tried to block out everything. The shrieking of the blonde women and now the
cries of Ian Gallagher calling him, begging him to come back. He looked up at
his father who's face was twisted into a smug smile the closer he got. The
bastard knew he had won. He would always win and Mickey should've have known
better. If he would have just kept to himself no one would be in this position
and an innocent man would still be alive. He hated himself in this moment. He
hated the fact he had to pretend to be something he wasn't, why couldn't he
just be. Was that too much to ask, to just be a normal son that his father
could love and be proud of? Of course it was.
He stopped a few feet away from his father.
“I'l do it” he said his eyes downcast.
“Speak up boy!”
“I said I'll do it. I'll pick a bride and we can have the wedding right away”
The king glanced over at Ian and it made Mickey's skin crawl.
“On one condition”
“You think you are in any position to barter with me Mikhalio?”
“Don't cancel the treaty. Let the prince marry Mandy. Spare his kingdom and
I'll do it”
The king was about to speak when suddenly their was a crash from behind them
and Mickey saw his older brother take out one of the guards, before he had a
chance to react Iggy's blade was to the kings throat.
“Surrender Father” Iggy said dryly, his face was dark and his brows furrowed.
“Never” the kind said and stubbornly tried to turn around.
Mickey watched in horror as he saw blood trickle down his fathers throat, he
hated the guy but he didn't think Iggy would really kill him. The man stumbled
backwards to the ground, lost in the sight of his own blood.
“Iggy what have you done?” Mickey yelled.
“Relax Mickey, it's only a cut. Look how pathetic he gets at the sight of his
own blood”
Iggy walked over to his father and pointed his blade again at his neck, he
reached down and snatched the crown from Terry head setting it on his own.
The king looked around at his guards “Don't just stand there seize him!”
Iggy looked over at the kings guards and smiled. “I know we all would like to
see justice served to this man. Years of mistreatment and taking other for
granted. He deserves nothing less.”
The group of men whispered among themselves then took a knee. “My King” they
spoke in unison to Iggy. Mickey was blown away. The fucker actually did it. He
had taken the crown and as promised kept the king alive.
“Seize him” Iggy said loudly. The men rushed over and grabbed the former king
roughly lifting him off the ground.
“I want him locked away. I never want to see his face again”
“Son you can't”
“Actually I can. I'm the king now father. There is a whole room full of
witnesses.”
“Mikhalio don't let him do this”
“Do what father? Lock you up and throw away the key. Why not?” It was Mickey's
turn to look smugly down at his Father.
“I'm your father Mikhalio”
Mickey laughed. “Oh. So now that you need something I'm good enough to be your
son. Go rot in hell father” Mickey spit at the man and waived his hand
signaling the guards to take him away. He looked over to Ian who was beaming,
Mandy holding onto his arm tightly. There were tears in her eyes but they also
showed relief.
He turned and bowed to his brother.
“knock it off Mickey”
“Your Highness” Mickey laughed. He grabbed Iggy's hand and turned to face the
stunned crowd.
“Bow for your King” he shouted.
Everyone bowed and as they stood up the room burst into applause. He couldn't
believe this was happening. How was this real? Was this a dream? Would he wake
up any moment know and wake up in the dungeon.
“Mickey you did it!” The redheads voice rang through his ears puling him from
his thoughts. He turned to Ian who was smiling down at him. Know one had ever
looked at him the way Ian did. It was if he was looking directly into his soul.
He could see through every layer with just one glance.
“Everyone can I have your attention” Mandy spoke over the applause quieting the
room.
“I would just like to thank everyone for being here and apologize for such an
unconventional night. Needless to say I will no longer be marrying Prince
Gallagher”


“What the hell happened here” an unfamiliar voice came from the side of the
great hall. Mickey looked to see Prince Lip and Princess Fiona standing in the
door way, their faces riddled with confusion.
Ian noticed too and quickly ran to through the crowd over to his family.
“You're here. How are you here? Why?” the young prince stared at his sister.
“We were invited, sweet face. The King told us this was your engagement party”
The princes spoke looking at her brother
“It was” Ian replied and rubbed his head.
He hadn't even thought about how the Gallagher's would react. He was not about
to let this be for nothing. They were going to be together if it was the last
thing he did.
“Ay Princess”
He saw Fiona look up at him.
“There has been a change of plans”
“What is he talking about Ian?” Lip snapped.
“Just come with me” he heard Ian reply and took his sisters hand. He watched as
Ian escorted his family to the front of the room. They suddenly stopped when
Fiona screamed. “Oh my god!!”
Mickey was confused until he followed her gaze to the decapitated man only a
few feet away.
“Guards. Clean that up please and make sure his wife is taken care of”
“Yes Prince”
Mickey thought for a moment how that sounded. “I mean make sure she gets
whatever she wants, not you know the other thing”
“Yes Prince. I assure you she will be taken care of”
He looked to Lip who appeared to be biting his tongue, he figured now was
better than never.
“Look. I know you probably have a shit ton of questions so I'm just gonna tell
you briefly what happened” he replied and licked his lips.
“Basically my Father found out that I was sabotaging the marriage and decided
to lock me away to die. My brother found out and tried to take the crown. My
father decided to make an example of someone in the crown to prove he still had
power no matter what but we managed to subdue him and get him to surrender his
crown. Now my brother Iggy is the King and the wedding is canceled”
The two Gallaghers stared at him blankly. Lip was the first one to speak.
“You usurped Terry Milkovich?”
“You tried to sabotage the marriage? Why?” Fiona responded almost
instantaneously.
Mickey looked over to Ian. “A little help here man”
Ian smiled. “Brother, sister do you love me?”
“Yes” they both said.
“And no matter what that would never change, even if I did something you
disagree with?”
“Of course” Lip replied
“Brother you're scaring me, what did you do” Fiona looked at him and touched
his face gently with palm of her hand.
“I'm gay. I'm gay and I've been in a relationship with Mickey since that first
night back home”
Mickey looked to the two for a reaction but they stood still. He looked over at
Ian who was equally surprised at the silence.
“I knew it” Lip laughed after what seemed like an eternity. The boy shoved his
sister in the arm.
“I told you something was special about him Fi” he smiled and looked over at
Ian.
The older girl burst into tears.
“Please don't cry Fiona, I'm still me just...”
“Just gay! You're gay Ian and you didn't tell me? You let me put you through
this..why wouldn't you tell me Ian?”
“I..I wanted to save the kingdom” Ian replied.
“Oh my sweet boy” Fiona cried and wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling
him for a long overdue embrace.
Mickey glanced up and met eyes with lip who had a smirk on his face.
“What are you looking at man?”
“Just surprised that's all. Ian I get but I never pegged you as the type”
“Wanna say that again?”
“Easy man. This is good, this means your sister is a free women right?”
“yea? And?”
He watched as the prince turned beet red. “I've always kinda had a thing for
her, I've seen her a few times um at functions.”
Mickey believed it. His dad shipped Mandy off to all the balls and banquets
hoping to find the right suitor for her, that is why the treaty came as such a
surprise to him.
“Well don't look at me she's right over there” Mickey replied pointing to his
sister who was making her way through the crowd, no doubt apologizing for the
events of the last hour. It made him think. There were already a ton of people
here, there was food and drink and a band, no reason to waste it. With Terry
out of the picture he and Ian could be happy. He knew he wanted to spend the
rest of his life with him. Most of the kingdoms had caught up to the times,
sure it was still unspoken to lay with the same sex but it wasn't a crime, not
unless you were in the Milkovich kingdom. With Iggy as King that was going to
change. He watched Ian's eyes light up as he spoke with his sister. He looked
to find that Lip had successfully managed to find Mandy and now the girl was
laughing as well, twirling with her hair. She only did that when she liked
somebody. He was happy for his sister and relieved, things seemed to look as if
they would work out for everyone. He found his brother sitting alone at the
table staring out into the crowd of people.
“You did it Iggs” he slapped him playfully on the back.
“No Mickey we did it. All of us. Now you are free to be who you are.”
“I know, I wanted to ask you one more favor”
“Really?” Iggy cocked his head and looked at him in amusement.
“Yea man. I wanna ask Gallagher to marry me”
“Wait what? Are you serious?” his brother sat up suddenly and his tone made
Mickey rethink his actions for a moment, but he decided fuck it. He wasn't
going to let anything stand in his way.
“Yes I'm fucking serious man. His whole family is here and so is the kingdom.
This way you can also change the laws, we could be the example”
Iggy reached out at ruffled his hair. “Oh Mikhalio, you never cease to surprise
me. Do you even have a ring?”
Mickey rolled his eyes. “no..who the fuck cares about a ring. Trust me Ian
won't care”
“Sure he will. Let me see here” his brother replied and pulled a pouch from his
belt. He opened the pout and pulled out several rings.
“Seriously? How the hell do you have these?”
“You know I collect things in my travels Mickey, just pick one”
He looked at the rings one was gold and braided, it looked nice but a little
big for Ian's finger, guy would probably loose it in like 10 seconds. His eyes
moved over to next one, it was nothing special just a silver band, pretty
boring actually. He could do better. He grabbed the last one it was gold and
silver. The base was silver but there was a thin gold band going around it. It
felt heavy so he knew it must be worth something. He put it on his pinky finger
and it wouldn't fit. This was perfect cause Ian had slender fingers.
“This is it”
“Good choice bro, now go get your man” Iggy smiled and shoved him.
Mickey flipped his brother off and walked over to the front of the room.
“Ay. Eyes up front everyone. I have an announcement”
He locked eyes with Ian who was still beaming and it made his heart flutter.
“A lot of things have changed in one day. As you know the wedding for my sister
and the Prince is off, but not many of you know why. I think after seeing what
you saw today you deserve to know why.” he cleared his throat.
...you can do this..


“I'm gay.” there were a few gasps from the room but not as many as he had
expected so he continued.
“I've been seeing the Prince for quite some time now and I'm pleased to say I
would like that to continue.” He looked over at Ian whos face was turning as
red as his hair.
“Ian you are amazing, you see me and understand me in a way that no one else
can. I want to share my life with you, everything from my kingdom to my heart.
I know we still have so much to learn from each other and so much time left in
our lives but I want to spent that time with you. Ian Gallagher...will you
marry me?”
Now the room was loud, there were whispers and gasps coming from every which
direction but the only person he cared to hear from was Ian. He stood there,
his eyes locked onto Ian's, he could see the millions of thoughts racing
through the boys head and was beginning to regret the gesture. It was too soon,
definitely too soon. He could feel the frown creep across his face and the
redhead lowered his head. He was so embarrassed and hurt he turned to walk
away. He thought surely the boy would say yes. He thought that this would be
perfect, that they were meant to be. He was wrong again damn it, every time
things start to look up.
“Yes”
what?
“What?” Mickey turned around quickly.
Ian was walking towards him. “I said yes Mickey” the boy replied and kissed him
on the cheek.
“Really man?”
“Yes Mickey Milkovich I will marry you!” Ian replied.
Mickey knew he was blushing but didn't care, he grabbed Ian's hand and slipped
on the ring. He was right, it fit perfectly.
“Oh my god Mickey”
“Don't make a big deal out of it” he said trying to keep the last bit of pride
he had.
To his surprise the room again roared with applause. Ian grabbed his hand and
they took a bow
“I can't believe it Mick. We did it. We can finally be together”
“I told you to trust me Gallagher”
“You did didn't you? I'm sorry I didn't listen” the boy whispered
“It's ok angel, now you can spend the rest of your life makin' it up too me”
“I love you Mickey” they stood up and Mickey grabbed his face.


“I love you too Ian” He said and pulled him into a kiss, not a care in the
world that the room was watching.






















 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I am in love with this story and i am very satisfied with the ending.
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     Mickey and everything he stands for so i love being able to show his
     confidence in places that he normally lacks and that what i wanted to
     do with this story.
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