Praise thy king, Praise thy king...
I ADORE PRINCE GREGORY X COMMONER CHRISTOPHE SO MUCH NO ONE KNOWS WHY. 🥰🥰 I have a lot of stories about them- None published but stuck on Ao3 ofc.
I've grown a liking to this because it seems clear that just by the way Gregory moves, Gregory talks, and how he has extremely fascinated talents (Being able to literally start a revolution, Being able to skate, Obtaining a 4.0GPA), He just seems like a prince or a king instead. 😱😱😱 Of course, Christophe is the polar opposite— Opposites Attract(?) He would be either a commoner, a blacksmith, a thief, or literally just a typical village boy who knows nothing of the king vice versa.
I'm about to make a short story regarding these two, so if you wanna read it scroll down. I'm not that good at writing so- forgive me 😭👍
"The Prince, and The Village-Boy"
The noises of a sweeping broom could be heard echoing in the corridor, it seemed a village boy was cleaning the palace for money, or respect. both could be the reason.
nobody really knows, considering the village-boy is Christophe DeLorne, or more commonly known as Mole because of how completely mistreated and rude he is to anyone.
It was a shock when the prince had chosen HIM to be his personal guard, But they couldn't stop him either way.
The prince was none other than Gregory, Prince of Yardale.
He and Christophe are not close. He and Christophe hate eachother.
As time went through, Christophe developed unnecessary feelings for the Prince. While the prince, chose to forbid and hid his own feelings from the village-boy.
After all; why would a prince, waste his time for a village-boy when he can get a princess?
He didn't want a princess, or a goody-two-shoes.
He wanted the village-boy, The commoner, The guy who insults him when they are alone, yet serves him when there are royals around.
Their relationship started complicated; A Prince, and a Hired-Village boy constantly arguing, hating eachother, insulting eachother, and not being obedient.
Until one showed light to the other and their own personal wish for the whole world.
Gregory wasn't of course in control of what his own royal family would do to the village; Enslave the people, Kill them, punish them, and so on.
He just wished they could be equal.
And he wanted that wish to be fulfilled when his own guard-boy suggested he disguises himself just like he; A village boy, for one hour just to see how everyone is.
of course not everyone was nice, some were cruel, Yet Gregory grew to see the kindness and the dazzling part of their village.
Which came the thought of; "Is this really how a kingdom treats their people?.."
"Hey, Christopher." Gregory called. "It'z Christophe. And what do you want." The french boy replied.
"I can't deny our relationship is completely horrid and confusing;" He said, standing up from the chair he was sitting on and placing down the empty cup of tea on his desk. "Once, We hate and insult eachother; I tell you to do things i demand, you be obedient and do as i say."
"Oui, Like zeh dog i am." Christophe interrupted, despite hating being called a 'Dog'.
He was terrified at the sight of seeing his dad get killed by a feral dog when he was only 4.
"..And another, we are loving to one another; Holding hands, Feeling each's warmth, and just having a pleasant time.. Closed doors." The blonde said with a soft voice.
Christophe was taken completely over with Gregory's choice of words. He was used to his speeches, and everything; But seriously.
It was like coming out of a sad romance story.
"What is your point? So what, You and me, secret fucking relationship, What's the deal?" Christophe toned down his voice a bit. "..Iz something zeh matter."
"What would you do if i.."
"If you what. I wouldn't care if you're going to marry the Princess from London."
"..No-no," Gregory chuckled. "What would you do if i held out a revolution just for you and i."
"First of all; You'd fail and we'd get in trouble."
"Ah, But what if we fake my death first, forward it to you disappearing and some blonde angry boy starts a revolution for the king?" Gregory said with a smirk.
It seemed he had a well thought off plan.
"How are we gonna get a entire fuckingh village to believe some village boy who's a prince in disguise."
"Though it seems impossible, it could work out."
Once they faked the death of the prince, They started a revolution.
A way to change the royal kingdom's ways; Everyone going feral, Cannons, Guns, everywhere.
All families with their children hid in their homes for safety.
This was a revolution they'd surely won't forget.
They'd yell; PRAISE THY KING! PRAISE THY KING! LONG-LIVE THE PRINCE! LONG-LIVE THE PRINCE!
Every single one of the men apart of it; Dead.
Christophe and Gregory? Both were attempting to flee the village.
until they were cornered.
"I love you, always and forever. Death or alive."
"J'taime. Always and forever."
Were their last words until only gunshots were heard and only gunpowder could be smelt around the area.
The previously-supposed-to-be-dead prince, now dead.
Along side his guard, or a village boy, loyal to him ti'll death.
And that, was the end of the Prince, and the village boy's story.
