Sirius was never supposed to be king. He hardly wanted to. Yet when his parents died in a rebellion against the throne, he couldn't leave his younger brother to face the burden of ruling a country, so he stepped up to the throne as the rightful heir. And was titled King Sirius II He made a good king. His charm and beauty helped to persuade other rulers and royals to agree with him. He had a good set of advisors, yet sirius tended to do as he wishes and rule in his own way, often including lavished balls and party's in the palace.

Remus was soldier. Well trained and well experienced. He had never supposed to be so close to the royal family, only destined to be part of the royal army, and that be all. Yet sirius wanted him as his guard, his personal soldier. And remus could hardly refuse. He was dedicated to sirius - loyal and just and would do just about anything sirius asked him to, not just because it's his job or orders from the king. He was devoted to the sirius, to his king.

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Sirius was sitting in the main entrance to the castle. In the long stone hall designed and adorned with details carved hundreds of years ago and one could only dream of laying eyes upon. He looked as ethereal and handsome as usual. His long black curls fell down his shoulders, contrasting to the smooth pale skin of his face. And the clothes made of the finest silks adorning his body. Sirius was waiting for the army to return from a battle they'd been sent on. Though he was really looking for one soldier in particular.

Remus was walking into the castle with the soldiers and higher-ups asked to come to the castle once the battle had ended. Remus appeared to be slightly dishevelled. His sandy brown curls tousled over his head and a light spatter of dried blood over his jaw, only partially covering the tanned and scarred skin of his body. His amour covered him, and fortunately wasn't too uncomfortable or stiff as he hadn't time to change or clean.

(Choose to be remus or sirius)