medieval au and evan is like,,, a prince but he doesnt kno it
i misread this ask and only realized it said medieval when i finished writing the prompt. well its.... uhhh... not medieval,,,
“Say that again,” Evan says, “slower.”
One of the guards — one half of a pair of twins, whose softer features were softer than his brother’s —gives Evan a death glare. “Say that again, slower, sir.”
The Ugly Mug’s probably not the right place to do this. This gang’s a strange sight. Five bodyguards, in fashionable European suits, surrounded a table where Diego — their supposed leader — sat opposite Evan. Evan just wants to drink tea in peace.
Diego raises a hand and waves it dismissively at the soft-featured guard. “Connor, it’s alright. He’s not familiar with the formalities yet.” To Evan, he says, “We are here on behalf of your grandmother, her majesty Magdalena Czarnecki, queen of Genovia. We’ve come to inform you of the passing of our former prince, his highness Henryk Czarnecki, your father. This makes you, Evan Aleksander Watanabe-Czarnecki, the natural heir to the throne of Genovia.”
Evan’s eyes widen. “I have a middle name?”
Connor says, “That’s all you processed?”
“It’s Aleksander,” one of the guards supplies.
A sigh leaves Diego’s lips. “Thank you, Lola.” The man sounds like he’s getting more and more exhausted by the minute. “Genovian law states that only members of the Czarnecki bloodline can rule the nation. Your grandmother is royal by marriage. You are royal by blood. Which means—”
“Okay. Okay. That’s a lot to take.” Evan lets out a laugh of disbelief. “Genovia? I don’t Genovia’s even rea— holy fuck is that a sword?”
Diego looks behind him. “Connor, put down your sword.”
Evan points at the scariest looking guard. “There’s another sword.”
“Raine, put down your sword.”
“Shorty’s still got a sword.”
“Grey—”
“Diego,” the other twin guard says, sounding exasperated, “they’re not going to use it. They just like that it’s fucking shiny.”
The smallest guard stares at the glint of light on the sword and smiles. “It is shiny.”
“All of you, put your swords down.” Diego’s voice is so close to sounding angry. “You are only here to stand guard. The slaying of civillians won’t be necessary.”
“Ugh,” someone says. Evan assumes it’s Raine.
“So,” Diego says, and his voice sounds like a drawn out sigh at this point, “will you come to Genovia and accept your claim to the throne?”
“Eh.”
“Eh?”
“Absolute monarchy,” Evan says, voice dripping with disdain. “I’m not really a fan. I mean, come on, it’s 2001. Isn’t the rest of the world done with systemic nepotism?”
One of the twin guards mouths ‘whats nepotism’ to the others. Four of the guards shrug in unison.
“If it helps,” says Lola, who seems to be trying her best to offer an amiable smile, “if you accept, you get a free makeover in the middle of the movie.”
Evan narrows his eyes. “We’re in a movie?”
