Billy sat naked on the edge of his bed as the moonlight shone in through the window before him. Dorrek had fallen asleep hours ago but something had kept Billy from retreating into his dreams just yet. For hours he had sat, gazing down at the glimmering crown clutched in his hands. Even through its gold trim Billy could see the scars left by Daken. He could make out the D carved into his flesh, making him as property of the creatures. So much had occurred in the past week, so much had changed, so much had been taken. It felt odd to Billy to sleep. Under his imprisonment it had been a foreign concept. He had constantly been kept awake in fear that his captor would return in the dead of night, in fear that each night would be his last.
The scars no longer burned but stained the man's chest as constant reminders of his grandfather's hatred, of his trials to become king. Hair had begun to regrow on the man's chest and would soon cover these reminders, burying them deep beneath the surface but there they would always remain.
Every time Billy had tried to close his eyes all he could see was Daken, dragging him away at the request of his grandfather, Tommy's sacrifice, captain marvels death. Billy had begun to wonder if these events would always plague his mind. If even on his most exhausted days that he would be deprived of sleep because of them.
The king closed his eyes, placing his head against the crown, letting it's cool trim sooth his racing mind. Even with his past, his trials, he had a kingdom to run, a responsibility to its inhabitants and that must be met by any means necessary but as always, Billy found himself in a pool of self-doubt, drowning deep beneath the surface. Maybe becoming the king was a mistake. Maybe he was ready. Maybe he never would be.
"Billy?" The voice of the king's drossy husband called out behind him, startling the man in the midst of his thoughts. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing... You may return to sleep Dorrek." Billy replied, never letting his eyes leave their reflection in the golden trim of the crown.
"Intoxicating isn't it?" Dorrek commented, referring to the crown in Billy's hands.
"Ya... I'm overdosing." He retorted with a scoff. Teddy would never be able to understand the fear of running a kingdom. He had been bred for it since his conception and had been doing it for most of his life. Billy had been forced into it, only being taught enough to be used as Magnus's pawn.
Dorrek frowned and got uncovered, crawling up behind Billy on the bed. Dorrek then wrapped his large, muscular arms around Billy, securing him in his grasp.
"You are afraid?" Dorrek questioned.
"No... Kings are not afraid of anything."
"I must not be a king then because I am petrified," Dorrek retorted with a smile, letting his chin rest on Billy's shoulder, sharing the focal point of the crown with his husband.
"Will... Billy... Bravery does not make a true ruler. Every man is consumed by fear and insecurity. Even I share you misconceptions about the throne. But what makes you and I great is not our false lack of fear but our ability to push through it and every situation that arises. What makes us... What makes you a King Billy is your will, your morals, your love. Along the way you will become fearful and insecure as it is the nature of things but unlike your grandfather, you will push through it and fight for what is right. You will win. Unlike Magnus you have a brother who loves you... A mother and a family of people that will lay down their life's for you... Me who will always hold you in your darkest night and protect you until your brightest morning... I love you William Maximoff, my king."
Billy blushed, letting the crown fall to the floor as he turned back to Teddy with a smile. "I love you too King Dorrek..."
The two then shared an endless, passionate kiss that whipped away the rest of the boys misconceptions and insecurities. As long as Billy had Dorrek by his side, he could take on anything that came his way.
The two fell back onto the bed, Billy lying on the strong chest of his husband as Dorrek held him firmly by his waist. The final thing Billy heart as his mind began to drift was the consistent beats of Dorrek's heart beating against the Kings ear. With that, the Kings both drifted off into slumber, leaving behind every terrible event in their lives with the blood moon that dripped in the sky above. For the first time in his life, Billy had felt truly safe and for now... That was enough.

The End