Gift || morethan-zero || Royalty!AU
Benjamin was trying to be a good King, as his father was before him, but there had been complications, battles and challenges thrown at him within weeks of his ascension to the throne, shortly after his father's death. The biggest challenge, was finishing the fight his father had started, and left Ben to end.
Benjamin did bring an end, a much quicker one than expected. And unlike his father before him, he fought on the front lines, led the charge into the kingdom. He stormed the castle alone, and when he reached the throne room, accepted the kings surrender, and the surrender of anyone who lived in the castle. Those who did not surrender were faced with his men, or himself.
Now, days later, his men were still securing the kingdom, still repeating the mantra that if they surrendered, and didn't fight, they would live, protected under Lions guard. He had no plans of destroying this Kingdom, nor its people, but rather ruling it as well as his own inherited kingdom, which meant ensuring his new citizens were not neglected. But that was not so easily believed, and he supposed, he could understand why. He was the son of a king less than merciful, and feared by many for his growing reputation as a man more fearsome than any of his bloodline before him.
He used it all to his advantage as far as intimidation went, and it seemed even the now fallen king didn't feel he was safely out of harms way as far as Benjamin's wrath went, because he had sent word to him that he was sending a peace offering, and it seemed that said offering had already arrived as two of his men — his best knights — were waltzing into the thrown room, dragging behind them a young man, one who seemed a little too lovely and cared for to be a slave. Or even a Lord's son,....
Standing from his seat and placing the scroll on the nearest surface, he was approaching the young man with just a few long strides, leaning down enough to be at eye level, one hand catching his chin between his thumb and index finger, turning his face carefully to either side; Inspecting him.
"You're a fine young man, aren't you? Surely fit for a king." There's a hint of amusement in his voice, flashing the smaller males a grin that reached his eyes as he released his chin and straightened up too circle him, hands at his own hips. "Definitely so — Tell me, did your father send you just for his own gain, or was this the idea of one of his advisors?" Benjamin had given him freedom to seek council, mostly to see him squirm, but this was much, much better...
