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“I’ll be honest, a little bit robbed,” Bex said. He was just glad someone finally peaked through his cracked open front door, and smiled his relief. “Can you help a guy out, please?”

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Scott had graduated from college.  He was now a doctor of veterinary medicine.  It was an amazing feeling.  He had worked so hard for so long to achieve it.  Currently, he was standing in the kitchen of Derek Hale’s house.  He hadn’t wanted to go home to have his mother dote on him.  Instead, he came here.  The Pack House.

He slowly stirred a pot, working on cooking dinner for the pack.  Soon, everyone would be there to celebrate.  For now, it was just him and Derek.

Derek had seen a lot of weird things in his life, he’d died and come back, fought berserkers, helped deal with a nogitsune, with possession and people disappearing entirely. But there was something so weird about walking out of the back room of his bakery and finding a man that looked. Exactly like him there.

He blinked, stopping with the door partially pushed open, frozen for a moment as he looked at the man standing in the bakery.

Lockwood grimaced, his face turning with the grip on his chin. His mouth twitched, as he couldn't look anywhere but at "Hale."

The word came out a little clenched, through the limited movement in his jaw. "What is it?"

Scott remembered vividly the moment he was introduced to his knight, the eldest Hale son sworn to him as his personal knight. It was a gesture of good will; a tradition from the Hale family to show support of a King or Queen. They’d supported Queen Melissa when she’d stepped in the position in lieu of her ailing husband. When he passed, everyone knew Scott would take on the role, but he’d been just past the date of his fourteenth birthday when he went to meet the Hales, went to meet Derek for the first time. They’d exchanged letters, brief ones on a handful of times over the years, and Scott found himself jittery with nerves. So much so that Stiles had commented on Scott’s unusual unsteady energy.

He was nervous, Derek was now eighteen, and would be arriving to the palace to take up his place as Scott’s knight. He stood beside his mother, fingers tapping lightly against the scabbard of his sword, the crown set atop his curls felt heavier than the thick cloak that hung over his shoulders, and Scott swallowed hard, looking over at Ser Noah, Stiles’ father and subsequently the captain of the guard - who’d be responsible for guiding Derek when he joined.

stiles didn’t want to marry him.  the king.  the new king.   he didn’t even know who he was, what his name was, what he looked like–– absolutely nothing.   and stiles had to marry him because it would only strengthen the alliance between their countries.   but of course, he wanted nothing to do with it, but the young prince had no choice here.  he wanted out, and the only place he found solace was running off to the woods, the only place he thought that he could possibly find peace.

mieczyslaw stilinski never thought this would be the life he would have.  but being the only son of his family, and wanting to prove their loyalty, the marriage between the stilinski and hale family was arranged.   all he knew was that after the queen had passed, this new king had stepped up and taken the throne.  but he needed a spouse to rule alongside him.  “ my luck, it would be me, ” he whispered to him.

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