Once upon a time, in a land far far away, a young boy was locked away in a dungeon. He was thin and lanky, his chocolate brown hair matted down, his caramel skin covered in dirt, and his big brown eyes were glazed over as he stared out the tiny window of his cell. The boy was no older than ten years old, but he lived on his own and had resorted to stealing to survive, until he was caught and sent to the dungeon. The boy named Alastor had wasted away there for a month, receiving only enough food and water to keep him alive, and often times he'd scream in the middle of the night from nightmares, which angered the guards who would beat him. His will to go on had long since shattered, and everyday he hoped to soon join his mother in the afterlife, but knew the guards would never allow him to die. Things only got worse as he grew older, in his teenage years, he had grown to be a rather attractive man, despite his dirty appearance. This lead to many of his fellow prisoners seeing him in a sexual light, Alastor having to constantly keep his guard up around them, and only feeling comfort in the isolation of his cell.

  The nightmare lasted until he was in his twenties, when the young princess Charlotte had ordered for his freedom after learning of the reasoning he was sent there and the conditions he was put through, though in exchange, he was to become her guard. The training was grueling, but nothing compared to the years of torture he'd been through, and he'd succeeded his training by the age of thirty. Three years had long since pasted since that time, Alastor had become princess Charlotte's-who he later learned preferred the name Charlie-most trusted royal guard. This was much to the dismay of Vagatha, Charlie's handmaiden who the knight suspected the princess had a romantic relationship with. This wasn't any of Alastor's concern however, as he once addressed this with Charlie, assuring her he would not speak of the relationship as he himself is a homosexual.

  It was a just a simple stroll around the kingdom, there shouldn't be any issue, but evil strikes at any given moment, so Alastor couldn't let his guard down as he escorted the princess for her stroll. His eyes landed on a tall man, far taller than him in fact, and the man's blue eyes made contact with his. It was like somehow, through that simple eye contact, they knew each other's intentions. The man smirked and winked at Alastor, he even had the gal to walk over and completely disregard Vagatha and the princess to approach him directly, which left him and the women flabbergasted. "Anthony is the name how stuff, couldn't help but notice you starin' at me from across the way~" Anthony purred, taking Alastor's hand and laying a kiss on his knuckles. Alastor was experiencing a wide field of unfamiliar emotions. He was bashful, confused, uncertain, he wasn't sure how to react to such an advance. It seemed that Anthony picked up on this rather quickly as he reached out and caressed the knights cheek with his thumb, "what's your name hot stuff?~" he asked with a sultry tone. Alastor's tan cheeks turned red quickly, the unfamiliar heat was rather unsettling to the typically composed man. "Alastor" he answered carefully, his eyes watching the taller mans every move. "That's a cute name, suites a cute guy like you..."Anthony whispers in Alastor's ear, causing the other to shiver.

  That seemed to be the weak point Anthony was looking for as he knocked the sword out of the Creole man's hand and grabbed him by the waist, Alastor yelled and screamed in anger as he hit Anthony's back. Unfortunately, Alastor's thin arms weren't capable of strong hits and Anthony's surprisingly bulky back was able to take a lot of hits. Alastor cursed his lengthy limbs and quick metabolism. He mentally scolded himself for bringing his sword but not wearing his armor, at least then the man would be heavier and not so easy to pick up and carry around like this. He vaguely registered the princess voice calling out for him, but there really wasn't much he could do against this man who was simply bulkier than himself. That said, Alastor did at least continue to kick and scream all the way through the journey from town to what he could only assume to be Anthony's home.

Alastor makes a grunt as Anthony plops down in a chair, Alastor held tightly to his lap, which caused Alastor's face to turn several shades of red as this man who was two feet taller than him and much stronger than him straddled him in his lap. Anthony chuckled as he caressed the flustered and embarrassed man's cheek with the back of his gloved hand, "what's the matter gorgeous?~ A beauty like you must have women all over you all the time~" Anthony's sultry voice purred again. Alastor blushed again as he shook his head, "n-no...I am a homosexual, and I'd been imprisoned most of my life" Alastor explained. Anthony raised an eyebrow in intrigue, "oh yeah? What could a pretty little thing like you be in prison for? Being too hot?~" Anthony flirts. Alastor turns red again and scoffs, he had half a mind to tell the taller man it was none of his business, but he was unfortunately well aware that he had little to no power in this situation. So he told him, Alastor told Anthony is long and tragic backstory, but not once did he cry about it, his time in the dungeon having broken him long ago. Anthony listened and even shared his own backstory with Alastor, which greatly surprised him and even made him feel somewhat sympathetic. Many days and nights passed since then, and the two men fell in love and agreed to get married. They returned to the castle, and with the now queen Charlie's permission, they were able to happily marry. With all that, they were finally able to live, happily ever after.