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Serik laughed. "Nothing so obvious, no. The press would catch wind. And would be absolutely improper for the future King." The blond walked passed Armande and into his rooms, talking as he went. "He'll know we're dating. He always knows... And he'll hate it. Beg for us to be...discreet if we must. But I'm sure you know that I'm anything but discreet...ever." He turned and smiled. "Every event, every engagement we'll be together just enough to drop little bugs in the ears of the press and tabloids. It'll be wonderful!"
 
Armande turned to look at the other. Following him into the room and leaning against the door frame. His eyes stayed with him and he smiled as he spoke. "I like it." He admitted and shrugged. "Could always have loud sex too." he added with a smirk before he straightened his form a little more. "Though, I'll have to retire from my job. I'm sure they'll hear about my not killing you and want to have us both murdered. I don't want that."
 
"Of course not," Serik agreed, looking Armande up and down. "We'll go shopping this afternoon. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. We'll get you some appropriate outfits for the rest of the week and start the rumor mill as well." The blond smiled and called for Dennis to arrange a car for them and for the shops he wanted to take the other male to expect them.

"Ready?" he asked, stepping up to the (ex) hitman and smiling brightly. He loved shopping!
 
Armande sighed softly. "I figure I must be, so yes." he shrugged and turned to follow him out of the room and toward the stairs. He really was not one for shopping, least of all for clothes. He did not like it at all. But, well, he would spend time with him and that was what he really cared about right now. He wanted to be able to spend more time with him, and obviously, that meant changing his clothes. He could do that.
 
"I won't torture you for long," he promised, catching the reservations in Armande's voice. "I have four engagements this week, so four outfits: suits, shoes, a pretty watch that the press will insist was a love token from me, and ties." He lead the other into the car and sat back with a happy sigh. His parents were out and so he would surprise them tomorrow by showing up with Armande with no notice to them. How wonderful!

"The shops will take your measurements and then suits can be ordered without you having to step foot in a store if you don't want to." Serik smiled. "Any other concerns?"
 
"My hair." Armande said as he sat beside him. He pulled the long braid over his shoulder, toying with the end of the hair a bit before he turned to look at the man next to him. "I do not want it cut. I possibly... should... but I would like to keep it long." He stated, eyes staying with him. "Trim, I will accept, but please do not make me cut off the length."
 
"Make?" Serik laughed outright at that. "You misunderstand, my dear. I wish to change nothing about you other than what you wear to official engagements. Even I can't get away with wearing jeans to them, so you're not allowed to, either." He sat back and relaxed a little. Traffic would make the normally short trip to the first store a bit longer. "All I ask is that you keep your clothes clean and your appearance presentable. I'll be the fashion model of our relationship."
 
"Then I have no problems." He let the other know with a small shrug of his shoulders. He leaned back into the seat and sighed. His arms rested over his lower torso and he turned to look at him once more. "I am very good at looking nice on one's arm. Better at not being noticed, but when I want to be, I look very good."
 
"Well you'll want to be noticed for the duration of our...project." Serik smiled and stepped out of the car when they pulled up to the shop. The blond held his hand out to help Armande out. He linked his arm around the brunette's hand and lead him into the small shop that he frequented often.

"Your highness!" The shop assistant rushed forward to greet them, and another took their coats. "It's an honor to see you today. How can we be of assistance?"

Serik greeted both girls and then explained, his hand solidly at the small of Armande's back. "Take his measurements and keep them on file, but we'll need four outfits to walk out with today."
 
Armande followed beside the other, eyes traveling over the women and he listened to the other, letting him speak for him right now. He had some suits at his apartment, but he was not going to get them. They probably were not nice enough anyway. only Italian made things that he got from a nice shop in one of the smaller towns. He looked at the women before he gently bumped his hip into Serik's side before following the women to take his measurements.
 
"He can choose whatever styles he wishes!" he called after them.

Serik browsed the shop while he waited, adding several things to a pile for Armande to choose from that he thought would look wonderful on the man... And a few things for himself, too. The blond smiled to himself when he saw a few photographers outside and took his cue to look at the jewelry that the store had on display, looking at several things but obviously choosing a very nice watch and putting it on the counter to pay for it.
 
Armande was measured and tried on a few styles of the suits, making sure he would look the best. He soon settled with a few different styles, all which looked good on him of course. One very nice black suit that he had a purple shirt to go on under it. He then had two different colored pinstripe ones. One gray with light blue, another was dark blue with white stripes. He was actually going to let Serik choose the last suit and the ties that went with his outfits.

Walking over to the man, he leaned against his side a little, looking down at him. "I want you to choose my last suit and the ties. I don't really mind what the ties look like, and well, I want to see what sort of suit you want to see me in." He smiled, eyes staying with the other.
 
"We have an audience," he muttered before looking over at him. Serik looked over the choices that Armande had made and nodded. "Very nice. You have good taste. Or you're very good at reading other people's tastes." He chose the ties and the last suit (a charcoal one with a sapphire shirt), and he also ordered a tux, just in case it was needed. "Put everything on my tab," he instructed, picking up the watch and pocketing it while offering his arm to the brunette.
 
Armande smirked. "I try to please." he smiled, eyes staying with the other while he soon slid his arm around his elbow. Holding onto him, he gladly walked out with the man, being sure he kept a bit closer to him than he normally would. That and it made him happy to do that. He really was falling for this silly prince.
 
The next afternoon came and went, and Serik was dressing for a benefit gala that he'd committed to. It would be the perfect time to show off Armande anyway. He straightened his tie as he waited, having asked the other to please use the front door. The watch was sitting on his dresser, waiting to be presented to the brunette when he arrived. The blond gave a little smile when he thought of his father's quiet excitement when he had announced he had invited someone special to share the night with him.
 
Armande made sure he looked his very best. He let his hair stay down, mostly. He pulled back the two sides, braided them along the way, and connected them at the back of his head with a silver clip of a butterfly. It really was beautiful, not completely feminine, but definitely nice to look at and eye-catching. He picked out the black suit, but had a crimson silk shirt under it which made his ruby eyes look even brighter. A simple black tie hung, little bits of scarlet designs on the black.

Walking up to the door, he knocked. A single white rose in his hand to give to the lovely blond man.
 
"Armande is here, sir."

Looking over, Serik smiled at Dennis and thanked him. He gave himself one more once over before leaving his room, watch in hand. The blond smiled in greeting, kissing the brunette's cheek lightly. "You clean up nicely," he teased, offering him the watch box. He wasn't given a chance to open it before his parents entered behind him and Serik grinned. He could almost feel his father's blood pressure sky rocket.
 
Armande smiled. Taking the box and exchanging it for the single rose he got. He leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Thank you." he said, purposely waiting for his parents to come in before thanking him. He let the other take the rose before he turned to the two. "Hello." he gave a small bow of his form. "It is an honor to meet you." He straightened up and then looked at the box. He opened it and smiled as he saw the watch. Pulling it out, he slid it onto his wrist and then took Serik's hand to kiss the knuckles. "Thank you. It's perfect."
 
"Of course it is. I chose it especially for you." He smiled at Armande and then turned to his parents. "Mother, Father." He bowed slightly. "Please meet my...friend, Armande DeFleur." He watched their faces. His mother was gracious, as always, and she greeted Armande lightly. His father nearly burst a blood vessel.

"You're serious?" His voice was low and tight. "You understand that we will speak when you get home this evening."

"Oh, Father. Who's to say I'll be coming home?" he asked lightly, smiling while he slipped his coat on. "Armande has a place near where the event is tonight." The blond kissed his mother's cheek and opened the door for the other man, leaving the front hall before his father could explode.
 
Armande stood there with a warm and genuine smile to his lips. He gave a small bow to the two before he turned and walked out with Serik. His step kept with his and he looked down at the other. "I am quite excited for this evening." He admitted, and that was the truth. He truly did enjoy messing with everyone and this would only be better to know he was ruining the man's father. He already took care of all his work things and while they were pissed, they figured that they would just count Serik as dead since anything else, they knew Armande would be after them.
 
"I am as well," he answered while opening the car door for him.

The gala was beautiful and there were flashes going off all around them as they entered, arm in arm. Questions were thrown at both of them, but Serik kept his mouth shut and figured that Armande would, too. "Serik!" He groaned at the shrill voice and the bright red hair that was rushing towards them through the mingling guests.

"Ellie is heir to the Polish throne, and has been throwing herself at me since she was eleven. She's six years younger than me, by the way." That explained in a very low voice, Serik smiled politely at the girl who was now throwing her arms around his neck. "Ellie, this is Armande, my date. Ellie is a friend of the family, dear."
 
Armande remained silent as he followed the other through the crowd, only making brief eye contact to give a wink. He then turned to look in front of him once more and walked into the gala. It truly was gorgeous. He had to admit that. It looked so elegant and very nice. He looked over everything before turning to his date. Nodding at his explanation, he turned to the woman and smiled, offering his right hand in greeting. "Hello. It's always nice to meet friends of my Serik." He smiled, eyes staying with the redhead.
 
Serik had to hold back a chuckle as Ellie's face began to match her hair. "How are you, Ellie?" he asked politely, smiling while patting Armande's hand which was resting still on his arm.

"Fine," she ground out between clenched teeth. "If you'll excuse me." She stalked off, and Serik laughed as soon as she was out of ear shot. He collected himself quickly to lead his date to their assigned table near the front of the room. They were stopped a few more times to mingle, though no one worth playing their little game with. As they finally reached their seats, the first course was just being served. Serik held out the chair for Armande and then sat to his left. "So? What do you think so far?" he asked.
 
Armande smiled warmly as the girl left. Watching her sulk off and he smiled warmly. He had to admit. that was quite a bit of fun. He liked that far too much. He turned to look at his date and smiled a bit more as he laughed. "That really is fun." He agreed with a little laugh. He kissed his temple before following him toward the table. Smiling and being friendly to the others he met. He gave little bows of his head to the men and women and then was quite happy to sit on the chair. He turned to look at him, smiling some more. "Thank you, Serik." he leaned over to kiss his cheek before leaning back once more. "And this is very nice. Not my typical place of taking dates, but I still like it. That and messing with people is always the best."
 
"I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself." He smiled at the other male, chuckling to himself when more flashbulbs went off. "I think we'll make the front page tomorrow," he commented as they caught the kiss to his cheek. The blond was amused by it all. "Then where is your 'typical place' to take a date?" he asked, lying his napkin in his lap and beginning to sip the tomato bisque that had been set in front of them.
 
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