#eddie: man I always wanted to say this TO THE DUNGEON š«µ
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I need to see Steve at his breaking point, kneeling in absolute defeat. Whimpering, crying, sobbing with a sword under his chin forcing him to look up that man who is now nothing but a stranger.
But, once he was a familiar and friendly face around the castle. Often running around with the outcasts and playing music in the town square. Telling stories of great heroic adventurers to the children that flocked around him to listen. A tall but scrawny thing with a mouth that knew not when to bite its tongue.
Steven makes a pathetic image for a prince. His skin is stained with tears, grime, and blood. Blood from his knights. Brothers in arms that heād known since he was a mere child.
Heās nothing now, has nothing.
A fallen prince awaiting death.
Edward has his dark tresses tied at the nape of his neck. His eyes are dark as night, focused and fierce in his gaze. His chest heaves and exhaustion is evident, but he stands proud.
Vengeful.
Such a far cry from the once cowardly and impish man that Steven had known him to be.
Even with the sting of betrayal, the broken bond among him and children, adolescents now, that he had come to care forā¦ he understands why someone would follow him.
He has the stance of a leader and the final unwavering judgement of a king.
Humilated, he thinks of his people, the children (his children), and even the servants that had joined the revolt against the crown. He wishes them a better life, a kinder one than he and his parents had given them under their family rule.
Steven trustsā¦ he trusts in his peopleās judgment, despite it all, and their faith in their soon-to-be King Edward.
Accepting the fate of their decision, his cries quiet but he makes no move to wipe the mess heās made of himself.
Steve raises his chin just a bit higher and tries to steady his breath. Leans his head against the sword thatās at the side of his neck now, a swing away from finality, and looks up at the peopleās king.
āWhatever kind of king you choose to be,ā his mouth is parched and heavy with the taste of ash, ābe a loving one.ā
His closes his eyes, and waits.
āThen, my first act as King will be that of good faith to the people. Prince Stevenā¦ I show you mercy.ā
#eddie: man I always wanted to say this TO THE DUNGEON š«µ#yes the kids betrayed him#but politics is a bitch#and the king and queen needed to die#their rule was just that insufferable and corrupt#and steve may not have been at that level but revolution is violent#itās a long road to mending their bond again but they have time#and a surprising shorter one to steve and eddie endgame#bee speaks#fallen prince steve#steddie fanfic#steddie#steddie drabble#king eddie munson#steddie prompt#steddie headcanon#steddie ficlet
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