Our Happy Marriage
Chapter One: The Rapunzel to my Tower
You know the story of Rapunzel, correct?
Not the cutesy ones in cartoons, but the true fairytale, where Rapunzel’s mother stole from a witch’s garden so said witch took Rapunzel when she was born and held her in a tower?
Well, Cyrus Kavanagh is living a real life version of this story.
Only he is not Rapunzel.
No, he would be more in the role of the tower, in all honesty.
His father would be the witch.
And Rapunzel? Well, Rapunzel just so happens to be a recently-turned-18 year old boy named Hamish Reynolds. Of course everyone else knows him as Hale, an up-and-coming singer.
Would you like some elaboration? Probably. Here you go:
Cyrus Kavanagh is the third son to the head of the Kavanagh family, Cornelius. His family is most known for their corporation, a corporation Cyrus knows absolutely nothing about. You see, their family goes by a very out-dated view. The eldest of the sons inherits the family business, any other sons go off on their own. Cyrus is okay with this rule, though, since it allowed him to become a writer.
There’s another rule, however, that he is not too keen on. Ten generations ago, when the family business was young, its creator Oliver ran into a problem with his three sons. His first son was to inherit his business, as is expected. However, when he retired there was an argument between his first and third son. Both of them had married and had children, around the same time, so the heir after his first son passed was up for debate.
His first son’s eldest son was nowhere near as intelligent as his third son’s, so the company wound up going to him, but not after long fights that ultimately turned the entire family apart. It was then that he realized something. His second son, who he had disowned upon discovering he was homosexual, had no children and caused no issues. Realizing this he made amends with the man and created a new family rule; any sons had after the first are to remain single or married off to another man.
This way, any child had by them would be a bastard and not up for candidacy as the heir to the corporation.
The Kavanagh’s are very big on dramatics. Nonetheless, this has been the way since then. Although many generations only had one child, there were a few here and there with more than one son that did indeed marry those younger ones off to other men their ages. Of course most of these marriages were for show and both men had mistresses and children with them.
Cyrus's family was a little different, however. His father Cornelius did not bother with any of that. He told Cyrus and his second eldest brother Samuel that they were not to marry and left it at that. It wasn’t until Cyrus was nine that it all went to hell. Samuel was nineteen at the time and had fallen in love with a woman. Without a word he took her and ran away, eloping in some European country where his father could not reach them.
This threw his father off and drove him mad. With his eldest son already married to the woman of his dreams, his biggest concern now was Cyrus. Of course Cyrus had promised he would never marry, and he planned to live up to that promise, but in his father’s eyes the promise meant nothing anymore. After all, Samuel had promised the same thing and look what happened there.
Cornelius decided he had no choice-he had to marry Cyrus off to another male. (His family really doesn’t deal with problems very well) Of course in America it is not normal to arrange marriages, and even if someone had promised they could easily back out.
That’s where his Rapunzel comes in.
When Cyrus was 10 a woman at his father’s company was found to have been embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars over the past twelve years. Cornelius, being the shrewd businessman he is, decided to make a deal with her. She would be fired but would not face any legal charges or have to pay him back if she did one thing; gave her three year old son to his ten year old son.
Well, it gets worse, because she eagerly agreed. That’s right, folks, mother of the year just signed her son’s life away so she didn’t have to pay for her own crimes.
They drew up a contract, a very legal and binding contract that had the lovely extra enforcement of blackmail to keep it sturdy, and agreed that Cyrus and Hamish would marry when Hamish turned eighteen.
And guess what last week was? That’s right! Little Hamish turned eighteen in a big bash with lots of camera crews and famous people.
Cyrus is not pleased. They couldn’t wait until Hamish was in his mid-twenties? There is nothing more unbearable to Cyrus than children between the ages of five to twenty-one. That’s right, even twenty year olds piss him off. Now he has to meet and marry some eighteen year old spoiled brat (not that he can talk much, he is rich from his family after all). No twenty-five year old wants to marry an eighteen year old. Sex is one thing, marriage is a whole different ballgame.
So here he is, sitting in a rented out restaurant with his mother and father as they wait for his future husband. The husband he will be secretly marrying after dinner.
Everyone is silent, not out of nerves, but simply because none of them talk to one another. Cyrus is playing with a straw, Cornelius is doing business on his phone, and his mother is chatting up the poor waitress. Yes, they are truly a lovely family to be married into.
After what feels like forever, they hear voices in the front heading towards the backroom they are seated in. From his parents to his fiancé and even to him, everyone is famous and cannot be seen doing this. After all, this is quite a scandalous event. Not because of two men, no, that stopped being a hot button ages ago. However, a handsome singer and some unkempt author getting married out of blackmail? Ohh that is quite juicy.
Cyrus takes a deep breath and glances towards the entrance as they come into the room. Hamish's eyes scan the room in confusion before he looks to his mother.
“I see no gorgeous woman in her twenties, mother.” He whispers, but everyone can hear it because the room is so. Fucking. Quiet. “Where is the woman I am to marry?”
The words echo in Cyrus’ ears. Well, shit. They never even told him he was marrying a guy. It’s his turn to scan the room now, trying to find a quick exit strategy. He figured Hamish would know and he would have already had fifteen years to accept that he was marrying a man. Nope. He’s not even gonna get fifteen seconds to accept it.
This will be fun.
“Um, dear, we lied a little.” Hamish's mother smiles nervously, her eyes falling on Cyrus who is now a little too aware of his disheveled hair, freckles, and thick-framed glasses. Perhaps he should have combed it out before they got there like his mother suggested.
Oh, who is he kidding? Combed hair wouldn’t make this any easier on the kid.
“This is your fiancé.” Cornelius speaks up after a far-too-long pause. He gestures to Cyrus, who is burying his face in his hand, exasperated with all of the idiots that have reproduced in this room.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Cyrus glances up at the now pale white teen and frowns. “Hello, Hamish.”
“What the fuck!?” Hamish screams, gesturing to Cyrus who watches on unamused. “I was told I would be marrying a gorgeous twenty-five year old woman who writes adventure and horror books. You said that she had long dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes!” He looks back at Cyrus again in disgust before turning to his parents once more. “The only thing you got right was the eyes! And how is this shrimp twenty-five? He looks younger than me! He certainly has less shame then me, coming out into a nice restaurant looking like that.”
Cyrus groans and turns to his mother, “This right here is why I wanted to wait until he was in his mid-twenties.” He looks back to the fuming teen. “I hate children.”
“Just because I'm younger than you doesn’t make me a child you old troll! I am Hale Reynolds, a singer known for his great looks! I can't be seen married to some midget!” Hamish whines and Cyrus rolls his eyes.
“Well I am Cyrus Kavanagh, a man known for his intelligence and poise. I cannot be seen married to some winey little brat. So I guess we both have issues here, Hamish.”
“Do not call me Hamish, I hate that name! You call me Hale. Understand that, old man?” Hale asks and Cyrus shrugs.
“Whatever you want Hale.”
“That is enough.” Cornelius says, looking down at the fiancés as they continue glaring at each other, Cyrus mouthing insults in different languages like the cultured brat he is.
“Your son is mouthing insults at me!” Hale huffs and Cornelius shoots Cyrus a look.
“You are a twenty-five year old man, do not taunt a teenager.”
“My apologies, father.” Cyrus mumbles unconvincingly.
“Listen up, you two; today you will be married. Cyrus's things are already being transported to your home, Hale-” He ignores the matching looks of surprise on the boys’ faces, “You had best learn to get along.”
“You moved all of my stuff?” Cyrus asks calmly, “A little heads up would have been nice. Did you at least get all of my writing things?”
“Literally everything of yours is now in Hale's home.” Cornelius says, “You have had fifteen years notice to be ready for this. Did you honestly think you would get married and be able to live in separate homes?”
“I was hoping…” Cyrus mumbles.
“I'm going on tour soon.” Hale says, still glaring at Cyrus who is now playing with his drink again. “He will be staying here, right?”
“No, he is to go on tour with you.” Cornelius says and Cyrus sighs.
“Now your just trying to hurt me.”
“He can't come on tour with me! My parents already do, there is no room for him with them and the band members!” Hale whines.
“Hunny,” Mrs. Reynolds frowns, “When you get married we will no longer be going with you on tours. Cyrus will.”
“Well, fuck me.” Cyrus mumbles while Hale has a silent breakdown. At least it’s silent.
“D-does this mean people will know we are-?”
“No.” Cornelius interrupts Hale, “No one is to know. This is one family tradition I would prefer to keep secret. He will be accompanying you under the guise of being your manager’s assistant. Which he wants to do because staying to home is boring him.”
“It very much is not.” Cyrus protests. “Indoors is where I flourish.”
“I doubt you're physically capable of flourishing.” Hale grumbles
“Hale, be kind to your fiancé.” His father finally speaks up. “Go sit next to him so we can all order.”
Hale looks at Cyrus wearily before sitting next to him, making sure to move his chair as far away as he physically can. “This is the worst…” He mumbles before bringing his glass of water to his lips.
“At least we don’t have to consummate the marriage.” Cyrus says, his lips turning up in a twisted smirk as he watches Hale do a massive spit-take.
Yes, Cyrus can already tell this is fairytale-nightmare-come-true is going to be hell.
His Rapunzel sucks.
A/N: I have two stories with only two chapters left, and this won't leave my head, so it must be written.
I'm in love with this trope omg someone stop me but don't really