1st October 2011, Osfjord Norgsveltian Royal Palace
It was near mid night but the streets of Osfjord is as active as ever. For king Olav however it was calm as he and his wife sat on the coach and smiled at the sleeping children of theirs, in the living room. With toys and dolls all around them. As Olav was about suggest carrying them to bed, one of the maids walked into the living room. A young nekomimi maid, one that was recently employed. A lot thanks to Olav’s wife Wilhelmina wanted a nekomimi to help a tiny bit she could against the discrimination her species meet on daily life. Nervously the maids spoke, “Your majesty someone is in front of the gate, saying they here to visit you”. Olav raise an eyebrow towards the young maid. The king looks towards the watch on his wrist, before he sighs.
“It’s 23:30, tell the guards to send him away. Now is not the time for talking with that man” Olav said tired sleep coming up to his eyes. His wife putting her hand on Olavs.
“Indeed, it’s quite late. Don’t you agree Grete? I am sure the stranger would understand” Wilhelmina said while smiling warmly towards the maid.
“Well the thing is the guards was already there to send him away, however they are afraid that if they forcefully send him away it might anger his m-majesty” The maid said stammering on the last word.
With a tired sigh the king sat up from the coach and stretched his arms, as he looked towards his wife and gave his wife a small tired smile. “Get the children to bed honey, I’ll deal with the stranger.” His wife sighed sadly and nodding her head. Before asking the maid to help her with carrying the children to bed. As Olav got his coat on and made himself ready to go outside the palace to meet the stranger. Before he did however, he heard his wife call on him. “Oh, Olav don’t take to long honey, thought we could use the bed for a different purpose tonight” She said in a playfull but also bit sultry in voice as her tail swung side to side. When the king does not answer immediately Wilhelmina said, “I want to give you a good taste”. Olav clear his voice before stating “You have convinced me I won’t take long”.
As Olav walk out into the garden and sees two of his guards on the outer end of the gate talking with man that seems to have problems to keep standing. As he walked closer his nose got scent of alcohol and cigar in the air, sensing that it came from the man. Because of the darkness he could not see the face of the man very well, only seeing a large coat on the man’s shoulder and a bottle in one of his hands. As he got to the end to the gate still in the inner end of it, he heard them talk most noticably, the stranger. The rough, deep and intoxicated voice seemed familiar to Olav.
“Let me the fuck in” said annoyed towards the guards
“The only one we allow in is the ones the king allow us to let in, go and be drunk somewhere else!” One of the guards, him being younger than the other guard. Not being available to hold his emotions away said it with spite towards the man.
“You can shut the fuck up, you stand along doing fucking nothing all day and be paid for it.” The man says in venom, the other guard tries to create distance between the two men. Though when he notices the king, he immediately does the salute. “Your majesty!”. The younger guard stumbles as he does the salute. As they open the gate the king goes to meet the stranger eye to eye, only to be in utter shock when he sees who it is.
With some dirt on his face and beer stains on his clothes the not so stranger that one thought spoke, with his lips showing a smirk. “Hey there younger brother”.
1st October 2011, Osfjord, Norgsveltian Royal Palace
After having told the guards to take the night off, Olav dragged his older brother as they walked to the royal palace. With his brother complaining along the way, and sadly for Olav that also meant that his brother’s witty remarks came with the complains.
“Ouch Olav, do you need to be so harsh when you grab me? Like maybe your wife likes it but I sure don’t!” Olav’s brother said as he was dragged by his shoulder. Despite his wit the brother was drunk and slurred in his speech.
Keeping his anger down Olav ignored the complains and witty remarks from his brother and open the door to the palace with force. The guards just looking nervously seeing the clear hidden rage in their king’s eyes. Though as they entered the palace Olav sees his shocked and confused wife on top of the staircase to their room. Wearing her sleeping wear, she was about to walk down the stairs to check on her husband. Though upon seeing the drunken state of Olav’s brother, she stood still. Giving a small smile and nod towards Olav before walking to their room again.
Though it was not only Olav that noticed her, as his brother gave a small smirk and start giggling for a bit.
“Wilhelmina! Nice to see you again! I hope my brother treat you well, atleast better than me. He has been so rough!” He said. Ignoring Olav’s glare. “I am starting to think he may be to rough with you as well, though maybe you like that?” Giving a wink to Wilhelmina only to be dragged to the side and slammed to a wall by Olav. Who gives him a cold glare.
“Not. Another. Word. Sigurd.”
With that Olav dragged Sigurd into the study, as he closed the door to the study with force. A sigh left Wilhelmina’s lips as she walked to her bedroom but gave a quick look to the study door. Small frown could be seen on her face. “They used to be so good friends” She said to herself as she finally went inside her bedroom.
Pushing Sigurd to a chair to sit inn, he finally took a deep sigh and calmed himself. Sits on a chair beside a table and puts his elbows on it. His face covered by his hands, as a frustrated sigh can be heard from him. Olav looks up from his hands as he does, he sees Sigurd on the other end of the table looking at him with an apologetic look on face.
“I am sorry, I went to far back there” Sigurd’s shaky and drunken voice said, starting the long conversation that was heading them.
Despite the nervousness of Sigurd, Olav was still angered and frustrated. Though not for the reason his brother thought he would be.
“What you did there was nothing, the only thing you truly did was running the little patience I had to none. Arriving drunk to the gates of my palace, harassing the guards and in the middle of the fucking night, just so you could come in here and joke like nothing happen between us the 13 last damn years!” Olav voice rang out with anger and venom through every single word.
“Well first of all I’m not that drunk…” Sigurd joked trying to lighten the mood. Only to see the glare coming from his brother. “Bad time to joke?”
“Take wild damn guess” Olav stated coldly back. His glare now gone, from his face only showing annoyance.
“Look I know our relations never truly recovered after I refused to accept your ascension to become future or well present king at this moment.” Sigurd said, waiting for his brother to respond. Only to give a sigh when none came. “Olav please, you must understand that I was not only young but immature back then!”
Olav gave a small harsh laugh at hearing that, “You still seem to be immature” he joked. Which made Sigurd giggle from hearing that.
“I guess that is true, despite being older I have always acted less mature then you. I guess that is why father preferred you as heir.” Sigurd said, his voice becoming solemnly at the end.
“You very much know that the only reasons I was chosen was because of you meddling in party politics.” Olav stated as a small sigh left his lips. His hand reaching up to his face to message his temples. “You gave money to that far right party ofcourse you were going to lose your title as heir. Sadly, you also lost your title as prince as well, since you did not stop supporting them even after losing the title heir”.
Olav stood up from his chair and walked away from the table to get a bottle of wine. After pouring a glass of wine to himself and telling Sigurd he was not getting any, Olav walked back to his seat and sat down. Taking a sip from his glass he awaited to hear a reply, but only got a sigh from his brother. After minutes of silence between them Sigurd finally spoke.
“I guess I never truly explained my intentions for supporting them, right?” Sigurd stated nervously, as he tapped his fingers on the table. Though Olav did not respond, the raise of a brow made it clear that Olav wanted him to continue. “I did not truly believe in a lot of their values. Their restoration of the empire, their discrimination towards nekomimi or their ultra militaristic values. None of that. The only reason they were in my interests was that they were going to give me absolute governing power when I was supposed to be crowned king. After that I was going to disband their entire party.”
“Wow so instead of just being an imperial power hungry king you just would have been a power hungry king! Such big improvement brother!” Olav stated with a mixture of humour and venom in his voice.
Sigurd rolled his eyes. “I just wanted to do something with the weak crown that I saw our father and what you now are wearing. Kings are supposed to lead not stay in the sidelines and being too weak to stand up for yourself when the politicians when the politicians clearly shows their flaws.” Sigurd stated angrily. As Olav was going to respond he looked at his wristwatch, and saw that the clock was 00:30, he has spent almost an entire hour dealing with his brother. Before he could stand up, he noticed that Sigurd was already walking out of the study. Giving a small look back to his brother, Sigurd ensured that he could get back safely on his own.
As they gave their goodbyes Olav heard a yell from his brother, as he walked out of the palace.
“I hope I was not distracting you away from your nightly activities with your wife!” Sigurd teasingly yelled at Olav. Small blush forming on Olav’s chins as he heard a guard trying to hold back his giggles. With an tired body the king decides to walk to his bed where his probably less the pleased wife awaits him.