[Steven Grant Rogers, first of his name, was born three months early during a thunderstorm.
His parents, Joseph and Sarah Rogers, were King and Queen of the First, near the mountains. The lands, split into three sections, were governed by separate royal families. Steve, who was frail and small as a child but with a wicked temper and stubborn demeanor, was the only child to reach adulthood and claim his inheritance in generations. The crown had been handed down through marriage and distant relatives for so long that it was now considered commonplace - the throne would go to his uncle, his father's brother, if he couldn't step into the role. His mother, Queen by birth, was adamant that Steve marry an heir to one of the other families so that the country could be protected.
It was a desire that Steve seconded. He wouldn't allow Alexander Pierce to rule over his people. If Steve fell ill and passed without a husband or wife, the crown would go to him. That sense of responsibility and loyalty to his parents and people were what kept him silent when the Queen and King made arrangements. He made no demands and held no stipulations. He would do as he was told.
He was to marry Anthony Stark, of the Second - near the sea, the day after Steve had his twenty-fourth birthday. They would follow standard tradition, consummate the union and live together for one year before either party could leave the kingdom for any reason whatsoever. After, they would be expected to adopt a child from both countries, of high or low birth, and raise them as their heirs. The contracts were drawn, signed, and ceremonies performed. And, yet, still - Steve hadn't caught a single glimpse of his new husband. Fine lace attached to their crowns covered both of their faces, pressed ornamental uniforms completed the look, and the celebration afterwards was, for Steve, uncomfortable. They sat together, inches apart, but weren't allowed to speak. There was too much going on.
When the party ended and they were separated to bathe and dress, he still wasn't sure when he'd actually get to see or speak to Anthony.
Now, hours into being a husband, he was sitting on the edge of a large bed - their bed, in their room - in a dressing gown with damp hair. The door opens and his husband walks in, forcing Steve to stand so that he can turn to face the man. He waits, though, giving Anthony a view of his back from the other side of the room.]
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His parents, Joseph and Sarah Rogers, were King and Queen of the First, near the mountains. The lands, split into three sections, were governed by separate royal families. Steve, who was frail and small as a child but with a wicked temper and stubborn demeanor, was the only child to reach adulthood and claim his inheritance in generations. The crown had been handed down through marriage and distant relatives for so long that it was now considered commonplace - the throne would go to his uncle, his father's brother, if he couldn't step into the role. His mother, Queen by birth, was adamant that Steve marry an heir to one of the other families so that the country could be protected.
It was a desire that Steve seconded. He wouldn't allow Alexander Pierce to rule over his people. If Steve fell ill and passed without a husband or wife, the crown would go to him. That sense of responsibility and loyalty to his parents and people were what kept him silent when the Queen and King made arrangements. He made no demands and held no stipulations. He would do as he was told.
He was to marry Anthony Stark, of the Second - near the sea, the day after Steve had his twenty-fourth birthday. They would follow standard tradition, consummate the union and live together for one year before either party could leave the kingdom for any reason whatsoever. After, they would be expected to adopt a child from both countries, of high or low birth, and raise them as their heirs. The contracts were drawn, signed, and ceremonies performed. And, yet, still - Steve hadn't caught a single glimpse of his new husband. Fine lace attached to their crowns covered both of their faces, pressed ornamental uniforms completed the look, and the celebration afterwards was, for Steve, uncomfortable. They sat together, inches apart, but weren't allowed to speak. There was too much going on.
When the party ended and they were separated to bathe and dress, he still wasn't sure when he'd actually get to see or speak to Anthony.
Now, hours into being a husband, he was sitting on the edge of a large bed - their bed, in their room - in a dressing gown with damp hair. The door opens and his husband walks in, forcing Steve to stand so that he can turn to face the man. He waits, though, giving Anthony a view of his back from the other side of the room.]
I didn't think we'd ever be alone.
[He turns then.]
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