Arranged Marriage | Matz || Tyon

— General Matthys Andrevis couldn't hide his disdain as he threw a wedding invitation in the name of King Tyon III and his sworn enemy, Prince of Durniaga onto his desk, where it landed next to piles of battle reports and maps. The war that had consumed the last seven years of his life was finally coming to an end, not due to a decisive victory or his strategic brilliance, but because the Durniagan king had suffered a stroke, leaving his queen to broker a peace treaty.

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The treaty was a significant turning point, ending the conflict and arranging for the queen's youngest son to marry King Tyonius of Eriast to solidify the peace. Matthys had always imagined that Tyon might discuss the matter with him beforehand, perhaps even apologize for the long separation. But instead, he learned of the engagement through rumors among the soldiers and received a formal invitation, asking him to attend as just another guest among the nobles.

The journey back to Wintersgate would take two weeks, and Matthys had much to do before then. He would need to prepare for the trip, ensure that his soldiers were also ready to leave, and get some rest, although he doubted he would be able to. "Emrich!" Matthys shouted, calling for his squire.

The youth appeared in the doorway of his tent, looking perpetually frazzled as always. "Yes, General?"

"Start packing my things. We leave for Wintersgate in the morning."

At Wintersgate, the foreign prince, betrothed to King Tyonius, approached the throne, expecting a warmer welcome. They had ended a brutal war, after all. Instead, the crowd stood silently as the prince made a bow to their future husband, trying to be respectful while also appearing confident. Tyonius nodded and greeted the prince warmly, leading him to his chambers, which were adjacent to the king's own. The gesture sent a shiver down the prince's spine, wondering what it might mean for their future together.

Matthys Andrevis, finally arrived after a long journey, eager to see his lover, the king of Eriasti.

"I'm sorry, General. Your usual rooms are, uh, not available. The prince of Durniaga is currently occupying them," Emrich informed him, seeming anxious.

Matthys frowned, contemplating the situation. Perhaps there had been a misunderstanding due to the large number of nobles in the castle for the upcoming wedding. Or maybe Tyon wanted to hide their relationship from his soon-to-be-husband, keeping Matthys as a secret lover. But he quickly brushed off these thoughts and asked Emrich to arrange another room while he waited to speak with Tyon.

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Emrich hesitated and said, "I heard that the Durniagan prince was kissing the king, in front of the entire court."

Matthys took a deep breath, refusing to let his emotions get the better of him. He reassured himself, thinking that the Durniagans had different customs and that Tyon would learn how to behave once married. When night fell, Emrich came to Matthys's room, informing him that King Tyonius would see him.

Entering the king's chambers, Matthys prepared himself for the long-awaited reunion. Tyon's face lit up when he saw Matthys. However, the general couldn't bring himself to embrace Tyon yet. The news of the arranged marriage still hung heavily over him.

"I thought you'd be glad the war was over so that you could come back home. So that we could be together again," Tyon said, confused by Matthys's reaction.

Matthys stared at him, trying to hide his disappointment. "That's it? You thought I'd be fine with this... this capitulation? Because it would mean the war was over? I would have ground them into the dust for you, and then we could be together without this hanging over our heads."

Tyon turned, rubbing his forehead. "But how long would it have taken, Matz? We already gave up seven years to this - seven years we could have been together. I didn't want to lose seven more. Or worse, lose you altogether."

Tyon complicated

"You could have at least talked to me first!"

"It all happened so fast... I had to decide, and there wasn't time to call you back from the front for a conversation. I thought we could work it out once you were here..."

"You told me by sending me a wedding invitation, Tyon! You owed me better than that!" Mattys' voice was rising, although he was trying not to shout. "You shouldn't have just assumed that it would be fine with me!"

Tyon turned back, looking confused. "Wait... you didn't get the note with it?"

That brought Matthys up short. "What note?"

"On the back - I wrote to you to try and explain what I was doing... to say I loved you and we would figure this out together... I thought... oh, shit, Matz, I'm sorry. I might have guessed you'd just crumple it up and throw it away." Tyon stepped closer, taking his hand. "If all you saw was the invitation, no wonder you were mad at me. I must have seemed like the world's biggest asshole."

Matthys' anger receded slightly and he smiled down at Tyon. "Second biggest," he said, and pulled him into his arms for a kiss.

Meanwhile in the secluded corner of the palace, far from the watchful eyes of the king and the army general, the prince soon-to-be king consort is stood anxiously by his chamber. Nearby, Frena, a royal maid entrusted with {{user}}'s protection, was making up a bed with extra blankets. "Frena," The prince was seen approaching the tall, fierce female servant as he said, closing the door gently, "do you think you can get rid of that guard in the hallway?" And {{user}} referred to Emrich who nodded sleepily outside the king's bedroom door.

Frena turned to them in surprise, "Get rid of him? You mean, like... eliminate him?" She made a slitting motion across her throat.

"No! No, no," the prince corrected, "Just...get him to step away for a moment. I wanted to speak with the king privately. He's standing right outside the door, and I'm sure everyone is already talking about how improper and presumptuous I was. They don't need to know I'm planning to visit his chambers."

"Ah, I understand," Frena said, her smile returning. "Yes, I'll see what I can do. I mean, they are talking about that kiss. It's not the Eriasti way to be so openly affectionate, so of course, they're bound to gossip. But sure, I'll see what I can do." She disappeared out the door, and soon enough, the hallway was empty.

The Durniagan Prince ventured cautiously down the corridor towards the king's chambers, hesitating before the door. A creak from the hinges announced their arrival as he stepped inside. found King Tyonius engaged in an intimate embrace with a large, muscular man. The pair broke apart immediately at the prince's entrance.

Matz and king Tyon

"I apologize for interrupting, your Highness," the prince began, but the king raised a hand, regaining his composure.

"No, wait," the king said, pulling the prince's hands towards him. "We three need to talk before the wedding, and perhaps now is as good a time as any. Come in and we can all have a drink."

The prince looked at Matthys, who was introduced earlier as the king's childhood friend and army general. The attraction between them was palpable, and the prince couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. But he pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the matter at hand.

"Very well," they said, taking a seat next to Matthys.

The king released his grip on the prince's hands to give him some space. "There's no need for punishment, {{user}}. You've done nothing wrong by coming here. It's important that the three of us talk before the wedding," Tyon said, placing a comforting hand on the prince's shoulder.

Matthys nodded in agreement, moving to stand beside Tyon and the prince. "We should all be honest with each other. This marriage is going to affect all our lives, and we need to make sure we're all on the same page."

The prince looked at the two men with uncertainty and fear in his eyes. "I don't want to cause any trouble. I've never been in a situation like this before, and I'm not sure what to do. But I do know that I don't want to hurt anyone."

Tyon smiled warmly at the prince, squeezing his shoulder again. "None of us want to hurt each other. That's why we need to talk openly and honestly about our feelings and expectations."

As they sat down together, Tyon poured them each a glass of wine. "Now, let's start by discussing the situation."

As so, King Tyon, General Matthys, and {{user}} sat in front of a warm fireplace, negotiating the situation.

Tyon's stern expression softened as he looked at Matthys, "I understand this is an adjustment for all of us. Matz has been my confidant, my right hand. I mean no disrespect to you, Prince. I will treat you with the honor and respect befitting my husband. But I would sooner plunge our nations back into war than relinquish him."

The Durniagan Prince contemplated the words spoken, weighing his options carefully. It wouldn't be easy to explain to his mother, the queen, that the peace treaty she had tirelessly worked on was jeopardized due to his jealousy. This wasn't what he had envisioned in his youthful romantic fantasies. However, he recognized that demanding exclusivity was unrealistic, considering Tyon's past relationships and the customs of the royal court.

Intrigued, the prince pondered Matthys' position as Tyon's lifelong partner. "What if I too desire to have relationships with other partners?"

"Then I suppose discretion would be required," Tyon responded diplomatically. "Our court is a hotbed for gossip."

"As is ours," the prince admitted. "Discretion is indeed crucial. And you, General, I imagine you've had to practice discretion being close to the king for so long."

Matthys shrugged casually. "Being close to Tyon is enough for me."

"I hope to be included in your lives, your relationship, in whatever ways I can. I'm not asking to replace anyone, but to be a part of it," the prince requested. "Give me an opportunity, don't shut me out or keep your relationship a secret from me. Let me join and contribute to it, and perhaps, with time, we can create something unique together."

Both Tyon and Matthys shared a glance, silently communicating. After a moment, Matthys nodded in agreement. Tyon smiled warmly. "I believe we can make this work."

Feeling satisfied, he rose from his chair, downed the remainder of his wine. "Tonight, I shall retire. I don't want to intrude on your reunion. However, on our wedding night, I request both of you to be there." With that, he left them with stunned expressions on their faces, eagerly anticipating their future together.

A short story from the official reception day of King Tyonius and Prince of Durniaga.

The wedding celebration of King Tyonius to {{user}} was a grand affair, with many courtiers and dignitaries from afar in attendance. {{user}} looked radiant in blue and gold silk, bringing out his fair complexion, while the king was regal if more sombre in a cloak of midnight blue. To his side, as always, was General Matthys in his suit of armor, assisting as needed but keeping out of the spotlight. When the ceremony was over and the festivities were drawing to an end, he even escorted the newly-wedded couple to their bedchamber, where he would faithfully stand guard throughout the night. The guests murmured about how loyal he was, and went back to their drinks. They didn't notice if the general's squire slipped off too, along with a servant girl, or if they did, they assumed they knew why.

Once they had made their switch, with Emrich assuming his master's armor (a bit large for him, but not too bad) and place at the king's door while Frena, the royal maid who has been serving the prince since he first arrived in Eriasti, kept lookout, Matthys was able to slip into the royal bedchamber undetected. Tyon and {{user}} were waiting for Matz, although it looked like they had something of a head start - literally, as the newly-minted royal consort or former Durniagan prince, was on his knees, busily sucking king's cock. Matz pushed back a momentary flash of jealousy and approached the pair. "Couldn't wait, hm?"

sfw Tyon

The mystic entrance from the Eriasti General has rile up newlyweds coupling, Tyon looked up at him still gasping with pleasure. Who said Matz was break his promise to the prince of Durniaga?... Maybe he was just enjoying the hot sight for now.

"What else can I do my dear Matz, my wife has been drunk with desire waiting for you since earlier,"