#You only live once yuri on ice skin

Their current King was known to be King Viktor Nikiforov, a legendary warrior who had never failed to defeat any land he sought to conquer.

#You only live once yuri on ice skin

Skin as white as snow and impervious to cold, and there were rumours that the undead fought in their army. Rus was a very powerful country, Yuuri had only ever heard tales of the men and women who lived there and it was terrifying. Kanata ordered Hasetsu to march upon Rus the following year, which was fourteen days ago. The Nihon Emperor had unexpectedly aligned with the country Kanata and their King Leroy a year ago, and Hasetsu had little choice but to follow their lead to pledge allegiance, and in doing so, placed them against the country of Rus. But the Katsuki family never took up the title of King and instead styled themselves as Lords and Ladies, a lower designation to befit their station below the Emperor. Hasetsu was a small country and headed by a lineage descended from the Emperor of Nihon himself. His mother had almost fainted from the relief. Yuuri was grateful, grateful that he had opened the hall doors a few days ago to see his father and sister in dented armour walk through, beaten but alive. Rus had defeated Hasetsu not a few days past, and now the foreign army marched toward their land to sign the peace treaty. Yuuri Katsuki watched the snow drift past the window of the infirmary, immersed in his own deep thoughts. I never understood the need for fighting. War was so very harsh, harsher than the death bite of winter upon oneвЂ™s skin without proper furs or clothing. There was an uncharacteristic pensive look on ViktorвЂ™s face. They are all looking at us like we killed their fathers or something!вЂќ вЂњWe return as soon as we agree upon and sign the peace treaty with Hasetsu.вЂќ вЂњI abhor this country, with its ugly trees and people! When are we returning to Rus?вЂќ

вЂњYuri, what is the matter?вЂќ Viktor raised his brow. But King Viktor had strategically relegated the prince to second-line defense and so managed to keep him from much of the fighting. Yuri Plisetsky was the KingвЂ™s younger and much quicker-to-anger cousin and the latter had tried to bar the young man from joining the army to no avail. вЂњI should have these peasants punished!вЂќД¬hristophe heard Viktor sigh as he turned, now looking at the young golden-haired man who had urged his horse onward. Viktor chuckled softly just as a loud voice broke through the quiet behind them. I am certain the cold I am feeling is not entirely from the snow.вЂќ

вЂњWell, let us hope the Katsuki royal clan gives us a warmer welcome than this. King Viktor knew when it was time to change his faГ§ade, and he changed it well.ДЄnd to the awe of his people and to fear of his enemies, he had never lost a battle, not even once.Д¬hristophe smiled. It was a far cry from the exuberant King the country was much used to вЂ“ though Christophe knew very well that was not all there was to Viktor Nikiforov. The young King was uncharacteristically solemn, as he always was after a difficult battle. вЂњI would think not,вЂќ Viktor answered softly.Д¬hristophe looked at Viktor quietly. вЂњYou would think they would be a little more artificial in their reception.вЂќ Christophe Giacometti, ViktorвЂ™s trusted advisor, and closest friend, spoke under his breath, his horse trudging along beside ViktorвЂ™s. This was war, ViktorвЂ™s father had once taught him вЂ“ and if he had lost, it would be his people that looked upon foreign intruders with equal hatred. They passed a small village on the outskirts now, and Viktor saw how the villagers huddled at their wooden doors, heads drawn low but eyes filled with poison. He expected no warmth from the people that would meet him at the end of his journey. Both beasts and men were tired, Viktor knew, and he hoped they would soon reach the warmth of a proper roof over their heads. Their entourage needed no further attention. The deep white frost in the ground dulled the clang of the weapons and carts, and Viktor was grateful for that. Viktor always thought his land was coldest, but this one seemed a strong contender. The story is an alternate universe in the form of a historical fiction - you will find there is no historical accuracy, so this lazy author is afforded a lot of freedom. The only way to stop it was to write it out. A little plot bunny I had running in my head.