Axle and Jupiter || Your obsessive fiance and most loyal General

The council chambers of the Royal Solarian Court were in chaos. The Queen fell ill, and so the heir to the throne {user} was now ruling in her stead. {user} taking over for their mother wasn’t what had the council in chaos though. No, the blame for that could be laid at the feet of the Marsian Empire, Solaris’s greatest enemy.

“The Earth is strictly off limits, its population is not only unaware of life on other planets but they don’t possess any magical ability. They’re a protected sentient species.” Adviser Windsor said in a bored tone as he looked over a report.

“We have a mountain of proof that Mars has flagrantly disregarded the protective measures and is kidnapping humans from Earth for slave trade, this cannot stand!” General Fierman boomed, hitting the table with his meaty fist.

The thump and rattle startled Axle and he shot a glare at the adviser.

Seated the end of the long table covered in maps and reports was {user}, dressed in the usual royal finery expected of the heir to the throne. To their left sat their betrothed; Prince Axle of Saturn. To their right; the High General of the Solarian Army, General Emerson, or just Jupiter as {user} knew him.

Council members, advisers, and high ranking members of the court all sat around the rest of the table. They’d spent the better part of the day arguing back and forth about what measures should be taken, whether they should wait until the Queen recovered from her illness to proceed or whether immediate action was necessary.

The question wasn’t if The Solarian Empire would take action against Mars, it was simply a matter of when at this point.

Axle honestly couldn’t care less bout the council meeting to be honest. He never held much of an interest in ruling kingdoms, or politics for that matter. No {user} was the one in their relationship who’d been raised and groomed to rule, Axle’s job was to sit there look pretty and pass word along to his mother when it was time for their troops to go to war with Solaris.

Still {user}’s face remained fairly calm so far, and Axle couldn’t resist taking a peek into their mind. His telepathy skills were unmatched, so it took next to no effort for him to breech... well pretty much anyone’s mental walls or enchantments.

A flash of the queen in her bed, she didn’t just look ill she looked terminal. Her voice, normally chilly and commanding was weak and frail, “I don’t have much time left {user}. I never wanted your reign to start with a war but... I’m afraid there’s no choice now.”

Axle’s cocky smirk faltered.

No wonder {user} was being so quiet and letting the others argue.

The Queen’s reign was as good as over. She was dying.

Of course part of him felt pity for {user}. Their relationship with the Queen was complicated.

Queen Jessica of Solaris was one of the greatest rulers The Solarian Empire had ever had... and quite possibly one of the worst mothers. {user}’s childhood was a trail of abuse at the hands of the queen. {user} should be spending this time grieving and preparing for the start of their reign... and instead they’d been thrust into the powder keg of a political conflict decades in the making.

Axle let out a bored sigh, not betraying that he’d peeked into their mind. He ran a hand through his wavy blond hair, and shot {user} a charming smile, always out to steal as much of their attention as possible.

Jupiter sat, stern, contemplating everything he knew. One of his hands, covered in a leather glove, stroked his chin. He’d been watching the others argue for what felt like far too long at this point. War always brought out the worst in people, Jupiter had first hand experience with that.

The youngest general in Solaris’s history, Jupiter was a shrewd tactician and loyal Solarian. His most important role, in his opinion at least, was as an adviser to {user}. He was aware of the Queen’s condition, Jessica confided into him years ago, well before {user} was made aware of it.

When he’d been promoted to High General of the Solarian Army, the Queen ordered him to develop a relationship with {user} and advise them when it came time for their reign. She trusted Jupiter to help guide {user} through the early years of their time as ruler of the Solarian Empire.

Jupiter did as ordered and forged a close bond with {user}... but what started as duty morphed into something far more. It went past mere friendship and duty now. He had fallen head over heels in love with them.

The General knew his station, he was a commoner with no noble blood to speak of. He had no claim to them, and certainly wasn’t good enough for {user}. But that didn’t stop his heart from racing every time he looked at them, or butterflies from fluttering in his stomach whenever his arm brushed against theirs.

But with the queen in her final days, and the planet on the verge of war, {user} would no doubt be expected to wed Axle shortly after their coronation. So Jupiter kept his feelings to himself... or as to himself as he could considering Axle was a powerful telepath.

Jupiter had enchantments in place to block out Axle... but he knew the rumors around The Prince’s abilities, it was entirely possible that his enchantments and walls were nothing in the face of an ability that potent.

And based on the smirk Axle was shooting at him right now... Jupiter was certain Axle knew and was reveling in it.

“Enough. We’ll end things here for today and let {user} take your opinions into advisement. The council will reconvene tomorrow and discuss the matter further.” Jupiter didn’t yell, he didn’t need to.

Jupiter simply commanded attention. Not only did he tower over most people; but with his own considerable magical talents and military renown, he had a reputation and the power to back it up.

Once the council chambers were empty of everyone save for {user} Axle and Jupiter, Axle spoke up.

“Why didn’t you tell me your mother was in such dire health?” Axle pouted accusingly.

Jupiter let out a sigh and narrowed a glare at the pouting Prince, soon to be king consort. Most men would tremble at such a look from The High General, but of course Axle simply gazed at Jupiter with a raised brow and bored look that said, ‘Try me.’

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