It was a sad evening in the Kingdom by the sea.
For their kind and handsome King was dying.
He told his Adviser, the green-eyed Englishman to call for his sons.
The Older Prince, born with the handsome looks of their Father was called from his day of hunting.
He was the favored son.
Born with hair the color of gold and eyes the color of the sea.
The Younger Prince, born with the soft complexion of the Queen, bless her soul; was called from his personal library.
He was the ignored son.
Born with light hair like honey and eyes the color of lilacs, the Queen's favorite flower.
The Princes were at their dying Father's side within minutes.
"Father, are you well?" they cried out together.
Their Father stared up into their faces and said with a cough;
"My sons...my time is ending...The Kingdom needs a ruler to keep it safe...Arthur...please come to my side."
The Englishman, his large eyebrows drawn into a worry approached the King's side.
"Yes my King?" he asked.
"I here by decree that whom ever of my sons is to marry first will become the next ruler. ONLY if they can find the one that will love them in return..." The King said, staring up into the sad eyes of his only sons.
"...I will always love you...."
The King closed his weary eyes and passed on.
It had not even been a week and the two Princes were still mourning the loss of their Father.
Oldest Prince, Alfred stayed in the woods to mourn while Younger Prince, Matthew chose to mourn by the sea.
The Adviser, Arthur Kirkland stared down at young Matthew, who was walking along the deserted beach.
"Bloody hell...the King is gone and I have two Princes and have to make at least one of them marry." Arthur said, picking up his cup of tea and shaking as he drank it, spilling a bit on his jacket. His dirty blond hair messy as it normally was.
"Oh mon cher Arthur, you have to calm yourself." Came the voice of the Castle Cook, Francis Bonnefoy as he ran his fingers along the back of Arthur's neck.
Arthur quickly slapped his hand on his own neck and turned, glaring at the Frenchman.
It was common for them to bicker.
Francis' long blond hair tied back into a loose ponytail. He placed his hands on his hips, his white shirt's sleeves rolled up past his elbows. "Oh Arthur, you are too serious for your own good~ You must relax...zhe Princes are only a young dix-sept." He purred, not noticing the spot of flour on his face.
"Shut your mouth, Francis...I need to start locating Princesses for Prince Alfred to marr-"
Francis interrupted with a shout, "Attendez! What of Prince Matthieu? He counts for zhe crown, no?"
Arthur only stared out the window.
"Arthur?" Francis asked, again waving his hand in front of the Englishman's eyes.
Matthew glanced back up at the castle.
His home for the last seventeen years.
He sighed and stared up at the sky. "Marry for the crown?" He thought to himself.
Easier said than done...he was the unnoticed Prince Matthew.
He flopped into the sand close to the water.
He put his head into his hands remembering every word people have said about him since he was a child.
"Prince Alfred's Brother?"
"Fake Prince Alfred!"
"He's nothing like his brother..."
"Shut up!" Matthew screamed at nothing, grabbing a rock and hurling it into the water.
There came a squeal and all Matthew saw was a large blood red fin of a fish dive beneath the water.
"What the maple leaf?" Prince Matthew said to himself, his eyes wide at whatever he had just seen.