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The First Born	By : GodofDeath Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Remy lie in the bath for well over an hour and thought in-depth of what it would be like to stay in Logan's kingdom. Soapy water that made hushed slapping noises kept his mind from wandering too far and yet, it was becoming a distraction. The stone beneath him was unrelenting in him keeping distance from the bottom. He would push himself off of the bottom, with one hand between he and the stone, only to glide back down again. A deep breath in and gentle breath out as his hands wandered over his water-covered body.
His thoughts darkened on what the Lord had told him about his past with Remy's father. Logan had really expected Remy to be a young bride. And when Logan found out that Remy was not his mistress, the spark of adoration brushed aside any resentment Remy might have had for the innocent mix-up. He closed his eyes and saw Logan's staring back, letting a hand roam over places on Remy's body that the Lord had not been acquainted with yet.
A soft knock at the door had awakened him from his brooding.
"Oui?"
Logan's voice was soft but loud enough for Remy to hear the words clearly behind the unopened door. "If you are decent, and wish to walk about with me, I will gladly show you a private spot for your musings."
"Tonight?"
Logan was silent a moment. "Tomorrow, if you wish?"
Remy sat up and reached for his robe. He hurried out of the bath and over to the door, the stone flooring was cold on his bare feet. Making sure the robe was about him and discreetly concealing his intimate parts, he opened the door to come face to face with the older king. "Tonight would be fine, m'lord. I'll get dressed and we'll go, non?"
Logan blushed as he eyed the young prince in his oversized and thick bathrobe. "Sure. I'll wait outside."
"Non, please. I can use the screen." Remy smiled cleverly.
Logan stepped in and closed the door behind him. Remy had already disappeared from view and the king took his opportunity to look around the room and see what the young prince had done to make himself more comfortable. Walking over to the wash basin and polished glass, he first looked at himself in reflection and then angled his head to see the dressing screen Remy stood behind. "Are the chambers to your liking?" He had made sure his voice was loud enough to carry across the room.
"Oui. A little drafty but it's comfy." Calling back, Remy slipped his tunic on and then his shoes before rejoining the king on the other side of the screen. He smiled as Logan sat on the side of the bed and bounced as if testing the firmness of the feathers and straw. He replaced his poker face as Logan noticed him and stood up, blushing slightly. "Shall we go, my liege?"
"Certainly." Escorting Remy to the door, Logan opened it and let the young prince go first. They walked down the corridor, past Logan's chambers and through the small archway at the end that led to a hidden panel and a spiral staircase downward. "When I took over this kingdom, I spent a month walking through these corridors and passageways, just to get a feel of them." The torches on the wall had been lit already and made the small spiralway seem a bit smaller than it would have been, had there been windows.
Remy now followed Logan down the stairs and stopped abruptly as Logan had came to the bottom and tapped a certain brick in the wall, opening a portion of wall that led to another passageway and then out to a circular courtyard. Torches on either side of the doorway had been sufficient in lighting the secluded space with just enough light for them to see most of the yard and yet conceal their discreet pleasures. It was a smaller courtyard, with more shrubs of flowers of many colors than Remy could identify. The large stone and mortar sealed off any prying eyes that might invite themselves to the private outdoor room, yet let in the morning sun in the summer months. "C'est magnifique. You made this, yourself?"
Logan shook his head. "No, the previous king must have had a wife or mistress. I just kept it up for-- uh," he had started to saying something but decided not to finish and make himself look the fool of earlier. He stood by the door and watched the youth walk around the gardens, sniffing at the flowers and finally sitting down on the stone bench in the middle of the yard.
"Do you let de village in here?" Remy turned and coyly looked at Logan with a small smile.
Blushing a bit and moving over to the bench, Logan sat down beside Remy and shook his head. "Nope. Just for me,.... and you, if you wish." He silently hoped Remy would agree to keep it their secret but understood if Remy had different opinions. Noticing how the young prince admired the small garden, Logan wondered what kind of home life the boy had before being shipped away from his family. "Did uh, did yer mother have anything like this? Before she passed, I mean."
Remy's expression grew dim as he remembered his lonely childhood and his stepmother that wanted nothing to do with him. "Non. Poppa destroyed everything dat reminded him of her. He just married again and she had another boy. So, poppa sent me in hopes you'd understand. She's pregnant again but it may be awhile, if she has a fille." He had averted his eyes to look at the dark floor and didn't see Logan's reaction to his story.
"I can't wait that long, kid." Logan took a breath and let it out slowly before moving to lift Remy's chin with a thick fingertip. "I would like to have you stay with me." Steadily, he leaned over and gently kissed the Prince's lips and waited for a response in any direction. When the answer came back as a kiss, Logan was a little stunned at himself and Remy. The kiss deepened but stopped before they went too far. "We should get back inside. It's getting late."
Only nodding, Remy stood up and followed Logan back to the doorway and up the stairs. As they said good night and parted ways at Remy's door, he wanted to ask the King to stay and talk but was unsure of how to approach the matter. It wasn't good manners to keep the host from their own devices, as he had been taught throughout his childhood. Remy had been having a good time in visiting with the King and didn't want to wear out his welcome but before he could stop himself, his mouth moved and sound came out in the form of the words, "please stay, tonight."
Logan had taken only a few steps back toward his chambers when the plea struck his ears. He stopped and turned around in asking if Remy was serious. A smile quirked on his lips as he decided to accept the invitation. Though Logan was tired, it had been a long while since he had a person of next-to-equal stature to talk to.
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The great wooden doors to the inner city of the kingdom swung open and received an elegant white carriage, complete with gold trim and sparkling jewels encrusted in either door. Rubies, emeralds, diamonds and sapphires spilled out their intricate patterns over each small space of door. The coach bounced and rocked from side to side over the rough cobblestone entry up to the palace steps. When the carriage stopped at the foot of the steps, one sparkling door opened and a dark cloaked figure dispersed.
A guard stood at the top of the steps and waited for the figure to reach him before relaying his orders to the man. "By order of the King, remove your hood and be recognised." The guard's voice was booming but welcoming. His eyes steadied on the hood that shadowed much of the man's face.
"No." The visitor spoke plainly from the step below. Two green, glowing eyes pierced the shadow and demanded the guard's attention. "Take me to the king."

The guard gave a quick bow and did as he was told, leading the cloaked man into the great hall and down to the end before turning right to have a second set of guards open two heavy wooden doors that kept the King's throne room. The guard had done so while making no conversation to the man's name or from whence he traveled from.
Logan had been bored and sat listening to the day's events and callings. His left leg fell dangling over the left arm of the chair and his posture slouched to the right with his right elbow holding him up. As the inner throne room door opened, Logan's changed postures to sit up and watch as the guard led a hooded man down the long marbled walk to stand at the base of the steps, before him. "Elias, whom have you brought to me?" His first instinct was not kindness, since the traveler refused to remove their hood inside and before the king. Logan forced himself back to be polite but was not about to stop his claws from exposing themselves if the traveler was an enemy.
The guard stopped at the base of the steps and bowed low to his king. "A wealthy traveler, my liege. He says-" Elias was about to finish the rest of what actually transpired when the traveler raised his hands to silence him.
"I am Danuul, from the kingdom of Chester, your majesty. I have been sent to beg your aid, sire." Thin, white hands raised more to his hood and gently pushed the heavy material off his face and letting it come to rest on his shoulders. "My kingdom has recently fallen under tyranny of a great white man-beast." His features were that of a young man, appearing to be in his thirties, with long dark hair, thin face and piercing green eyes. His mouth hid a tiny smile in nervousness. His voice was smoothe and unfaltering eventhough, he had just barely escaped the clutches of death and demons to travel four days and five nights to find Logan.
Logan waved a hand in silent instruction for the guard to return to his post before asking Danuul about the details. "What sort of beast? Darley is three days ride from Chester, the king would gladly give you all the knights you need. Why come to me?" Leaning in to hear the explanation, Logan searched for any telltale signs of misleadings.
Feltebeirn had been sitting to Logan's right, on a wooden stool much like what the Egyptians used. He had paid attention to the young guest's story but also observed the tall, dark shadow that hid in the folds of the long curtains at the far end of the room. His eyes picked out the features of the young Prince Remy, who also listened to the story with mild worry. Feltebeirn eyed Remy's expression as the young Prince stared at Danuul's appearance. Turning back to capture the king's attention, the counselour was halted with a silent hand as he spoke, "Sire,--"
"Thank you, your grace." Danuul stepped forward to stand mid-way on the stairs leading up to where Logan sat. "He is a demon with the body of a great, strong man and the hideous large head of a dragon. He can breathe fire for kilometers and his long tongue can squeeze a hefty man in two. My kingdom has been nearly burned to the ground. Many of the men have been killed before grabbing armaments or missing from their beds. The women and children hide in the depths of the palace, hoping for a quick end to the destruction. Please, my lord, I beseach you for help. My king is wounded and has sent me to fetch you for you have a great reputation in battle." Danuul's tone became increasingly distraught as he brought forth the memories of his village and trials.
Feltebeirn shifted his eyes back to the curtain, expecting to see Remy's dark shadow standing there but found only a slight swaying of curtain where Remy had vanished.
Logan was still for a moment, thinking. His eye had caught the movement of the curtain and he had heard the faint even breaths of someone in hiding but hadn't acknowledged it. With a sigh, he addressed his guest, who stood waiting for an answer of help. "It's too late to travel back, tonight. Night'll be here in an hour. My guard will show you to a fresh room where you can relax and recooperate. We'll get a head start before dawn." Logan called a guard from his post at the far end of the room, to Logan's right and gave the orders accordingly. He accepted Danuul's gracious 'thank yous' with a small smile and an invitation to dinner, after the man had time to refresh himself.
Danuul accepted and followed the guard to a long corridor, to Logan's left.
Turning back to his counsel, Logan said flatly, "now, your addings?"
The counsel thought of how to phrase his query without churning the temper of his king. "My lord, this monster sounds dangerous. Yet, this young man had not a bruise or a bandage on him. As counsel-- and as a friend, do be careful with your judgement, sire."
Sensing both Feltebeirn's and Remy's anxieties over the guest's arrival and traumatic story, Logan eased his old friend's worry with a simple smile. "Marcus, I am not that blind or deaf to ride into an invisible enemy. I have heard of a similar beast that preys on men and captures women. If this is merely a rouse, I will deal with it." Logan stood and turned in the direction of Remy's chambers.
"Sire?"
Pausing, Logan turned back to his friend, "easing our young Prince's mind." Excusing himself, Logan hurried off to find Remy.
tbc.
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