Two Odd Princes ~A Solaneglo AU~

Suit fitting was Will and Nico's least favorite thing to do. It was time consuming and boring. They had to stand the whole time and look through all sorts of fabric that were the same color, but different shades. The disliking to it might have just been a boy thing though. Then again, Bianca also had to go try on dresses all day and didn't enjoy that too much either.
Both the princes had been whisked away shortly after breakfast to be measured and to pick out the colors. Nico hadn't done this in over a year and was happy about not doing it, but now he had to.
"Prince Nico, what color would you like your suit," a man asked, holding out a book with an infinite amount of colors.
Without looking, he replied, "Black."
"What color of black?"
"Just black."
"Yes, I know, but what shade of black?"
Nico pointed at a random square of black, hoping to satisfy the suit maker. The man nodded, writing something down in his notes and went to speak with Will who was more cooperative. After they finished, they were walking back to their rooms.
"You seemed annoyed during the fitting," Will pointed out.
"And you didn't look like you were enjoying yourself too much either," Nico said.
Will couldn't argue with that; he was bored out of his mind and just wanted to read.
They continued walking till they heard a few people arguing in another room. Both the boys followed the commotion, finding the source. It was the room Bianca went to try on dresses. Hazel and Persephone went with her as well.
"No," they heard Bianca shout. "I'm not wearing a dress that shows cleavage just to please a guy."
"But, Bianca," Persephone said, hoping to reason with the young woman. "He's your husband to be. You should look appealing for him."
Will, who had been leaning against the door with Nico, blushed. Nico did as well, knowing that they shouldn't be hearing that.
"I'm going back to my room," Bianca told everyone in the room, heading to the door. Everyone tried to stop her, saying that she had to pick out a dress first. "I've tried on over a hundred today. Just pick that red one out over there."
"But, Princess," one of the dress people said, "that dress didn't flatter you at all."
"Good. I hope it keeps people away from me then."
The door opened, pushing both the boys back before they could move. Bianca strode out of the room, noticing the boys on the ground. At first, she was wondering what they were up, but took it as something wrong.
"Were you trying to peak," she asked, even more angry than before. "Will, you're a pervert, and, Nico, that's just wrong and sick."
She stormed off, not looking at them again. The boys looked at each other, shrugged, and stood up again, making their way to their rooms. They were right down the hall from Will's room when a maid ran up to Will.
"Prince Will," she said, stopping to catch her breath. "I've come to inform you that you're late for your tea with the princess."
"Crap," Will said. "I forgot all about that." He turned to Nico, in hope he had some wise words of advice for him. Unfortunately, Nico had nothing; he was as good as dead. Will gulped, knowing his life may come to an end sooner than expected. Will waved bye to Nico and went to go meet the princess.
Nico sighed, opening the door to his room. He flopped down on his bed, bored with nothing to do. After thinking for a moment a thought came to mind. He stood up, changed into some workout clothes, and picked up his sword. There was an indoor training area he could go to and brush up on his fighting skill. If anyone tried to stop him, he'd just use the excuse of practicing self-defense. The guards would most likely buy that.
He quickly made his way to the training area, no one noticing the new person walk in, let alone the prince. Nico paused, tying his long black locks into a small bun.
Nico strode in, pulling out his sword, finding an area without many people around. He swung his sword, lunging at a non-existent opponent. He practiced for what felt like hours.
Meanwhile, with Will and Bianca, tea was not so fun and was short. Every time Will go to start a conversation; Bianca would glare or speak with an uninterested, sassy tone. After thirty minutes, the princess excused herself, leaving Will there all alone. He left not too long after B and went to his room. There was nothing to do, so he went to bother Nico.
"Nico," he called out, knocking on the door. No one answered. He was about to open the door when someone stopped him.
"Sir," a woman's voice said behind him. He turned to see a maid passing by. "If you're looking for Prince Nico, he's out practicing with his sword."
"Oh, thank you. Do you have any idea when he'll be done?"
"Afraid not. Sorry."
"It's alright. Thank you."
She nodded, continuing her way down the hall. Will went back to his room, trying to think of things he could do. In the end he started to read his book, but grew tired of it after an hour.
Is Nico done yet, he wondered.
He stood up, leaving the room to see if the other boy was back yet. He knocked again, greeted the same way he had earlier.
Maybe I find the place he's at, Will though, setting off on a mission. He remembered seeing a hall that many groups of soldiers and guards could be seen, so he figured that was the first place to check.
The hall wasn't as busy as it normally was. Then again it was Sunday, so many had the day off. He found a door that led to a large indoor training area. Peering inside, he saw a few people; twenty at most. He entered, hoping to stumble upon his friend. He circled the outside of the room, examining each person.
In the far corner, he saw a boy with black hair pulled into a small bun. He was swinging around a black sword. His loose black tank top looked to be drenched in sweat. Will was unable to see the boy's face because his back was turned to him, but he watched as he moved. The back of his shoulders and neck had countless beads of sweat dripping off his and his muscles flex every time he moved.
He's hot, Will thought. He covered his mouth even though he hadn't said it out loud, blushing red as he did. What are you thinking? He's a guy. I'm a guy. Nothing can happen because I'm not gay.
Or maybe you are, a voice in the back of his head said in an almost teasing manner.
Will shook his head, noticing that the swordsman had moved. He was walking toward the wall where there was a water bottle, which Will assumed was his. He was about to continue his search for Nico when the boy turned in his direction.
Nico turned to see Will stand there staring at him. He immediately stopped drinking his water, wondering how long he'd been there.
"What? When? How long," he sputtered out, coughing on the water he hadn't swallowed.
"Less than five minutes," Will replied, picking up a towel and handing it to him so that Nico could wipe his face. He took it, hoping Will wasn't disgusted seeing him all sweaty.
"Well, um," Nico said rubbing the back of his head, "I'm going to go shower now, so, uh... see you later?"
He wasn't sure what to say. Will hadn't made any eye contact the whole time and his cheeks were tinted red. Was he sick?
Nico brushed it off, walking back to his room. Will wandered off in another direction, hoping Nico wouldn't notice or question. He did notice, but figured he was going to the library or something, not giving it too much thought.

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