#oh my goodness this reminds me of my dog Sassy but she has black fur

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He’s A Prince (Luke Hemmings)

So I originally wrote this for my Wattpad readers, but I love it so much that I had to share it with the tumblr 5sos fam too. It’s one of my favorite pieces and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it.

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In His P.O.V

Words: 6.6k

Warnings: It’s literally just sassy Luke and fluff. No need to worry.

Luke stared at himself in the mirror. He looked utterly ridiculous.

His so-called "fashion consultant", Jerry, had shoved him into a lot of white ruffles.

"I look like the layers of a lasagna." He mumbled, gaining a glare from Jerry.

"You look like a proper royal now. You should be grateful." Jerry sniffed, crossing his arms.

"No, what I look like is a romance novel with extra ruffles. And no scantily clad women. I'm disappointed." Luke said, pulling at the white fabric.

"You are incorrigible!" Jerry threw his hands up and stormed out of the room, leaving Luke to fluff about with the ruffles.

It wasn't the first time he'd gotten Jerry upset. He enjoyed it. His mother, however, did not. She wanted him to be the perfect vision of what a prince should be.

Luke loved his mother. She was an amazing queen and ruler. But he didn't want this kind of life. He wanted to explore the world. Find himself. Instead, he was attending balls and reading Shakespeare. Princesses and duchesses were thrust upon him at all hours of the day. There were only so many of them he could handle. So many of them only wanted his kingdom or his money. 

He pulled off the heinous shirt and sighed, putting on his everyday clothes. He found cotton very comfortable. Satin just made him feel like a marble statue.

He settled the dark green material over his broad shoulders and instantly felt better. He liked colors on him. He felt confident in greens, reds, and blues. But Jerry was stuck on white. So much white. White was such a "pure" color. Luke was anything but pure.

He remembered Calum finding him in the toolshed with a maid and grimaced a little. He wasn't exactly the poster child for purity and perfection.

Luke sighed and grabbed his notebook and headed out the door.

He made his way to his favorite place on the premises. The old treehouse his father had built for him and his brothers when they were young.

It was hidden in the trees behind the palace and only certain people knew about his hideaway.

He climbed up the rope ladder and into the place that felt more like home than the palace did.

He breathed in the atmosphere and wandered over to the bundle of blankets he'd acquired over the years. He was a regular blanket stealer. He settled himself down on the plethora of blankets and opened his notebook.

This place is no home, It's entirely to clean and stuffy, I'd rather be stuck living with a gnome, And a dog that has fur that is oh so very fluffy.

He wrote and furrowed his eyebrows. It was absolutely awful. He tore the page out and crumpled it, throwing it aside.

He set the pen against the parchment and started to write again.

No one wants to listen. All they care about is the palace that has a sensual gleam and glisten. Royalty is cold and heartless. People look up to them regardless. There's more to be done in the world, Than to be thrust into the arms of yet another girl. I wish for real love, not the shallow, But so far, every encounter leaves me hollow. I wish to watch the sunrise with my love, But I fear I won't get that because of someone from above, All I want is something true, But this life is everything that leaves me dark and blue.

"I thought you'd be here." A voice came from the treehouse opening.

Luke jumped and the pen flew out of his hand. "Calum you insensitive bastard."

Calum chuckled and wandered in. "Sorry, majesty."

Luke hated people referring to him as "Your Highness" or "your majesty." Which is exactly why Calum did it.

"You know, you're the reason I hide up here," Luke muttered, reaching for the pen.

"I assure you I'm not. You hide from everyone. So it's not just me." Calum sat on the floor in front of Luke.

Luke considered his friend for a moment. "Why do you put up with me? All I am is a menace. And incredibly good looking."

Calum shook his head. "And humble."

Luke smiled a little. "I mean it. How have you been my friend for this long? I'm not exactly pleasant."

Calum rested on his hands and looked at Luke. "Well, to be honest, your mother pays me and tells me she'll keep me if I just shut you up for a few hours."

"Ha. You're quite the jester my good friend." Luke teased.

"I guess I'm the only one who actually knows you," Calum said seriously.

Luke raised his eyebrows. Calum was right. He didn't show anyone else his secret spot. Only his brothers and father knew before. But he trusted Calum. Calum didn't treat him like royalty. He treated Luke like a friend.

"You only say that because you've seen me naked."

Calum winced. "Several times. You really need to find more private places for your...adventures with women."

Luke chuckled. "Sorry, my friend. I'm spontaneous."

Calum rolled his eyes. "I'd like for you to actually be with the same woman for more than one night. That's my hope for you."

Ouch. Luke felt that one. He did feel guilty about the women he'd led on. But truthfully, he'd hoped he'd connect with one of them. But they all resorted to asking him about being royalty. It was a blow to the face.

"I hope that too Calum. But alas, my ass is far to good for one woman." He spoke, protecting his hurt heart.

"Your ass is average and you know it."

Luke gasped. "Surely you don't mean that. I have worked very hard on it. I sometimes run from wily women. It helps keep it tight."

"Luke I'm serious. All you do is talk about how many women you've had. You make jokes. You don't talk about your duties or your responsibility," Calum said sternly, "You drive people away. But I stay because I know you. I just wish you wouldn't try to drive me away."

Luke listened to his friend quietly.

"And I know that you treat those women kindly until they ask about your royal blood. Then you shut them down." He continued.

"I am a gentleman until provoked," Luke mumbled, playing with the pen in his hand.

"I just know that when the right girl comes along, you'll give up the stupid, jerk act. Or maybe you are helpless. Either way, I'm stuck with you."

"Thanks, Calum. You have such faith in me." Luke scribbled across the page, crossing out the poem he had written before Calum showed up.

"You will find someone to love," Calum said softly, "You just need to open your heart to it."

"Calum are you in love with me? Is this why you've been with me all these years? You've gained feelings for the man in front of you. I'm honored and flattered friend. But unfortunately, I do not share those same feelings. Not that you're unattractive or anything."

Calum threw his arms up in exasperation. "I give up."

"Ah yes. The way of the coward. It is my favorite way."

"You're impossible," Calum stated.

"No, I am Luke."

Calum glared at him.

"What? I think I am rather charming. My wit is what makes me so irresistible."

"Luke. You're being extra horrible today. Did something happen?" Calum asked, clearly concerned.

Luke's face fell a little bit. Last night he had an argument with his father about his behavior. He had told him he was "unworthy of being royal and taken seriously". There was also a small comment about being betrothed had nothing to do with love. He and his mother had been lucky. They fell in love eventually and had three boys. Luke being the youngest. But his father didn't think anyone would ever fall for Luke. He just wanted to establish relationships with other kingdoms. So to him, Luke's happiness wasn't a factor.

"Luke? You look like you're miles away."

Luke blinked and looked at his friend. "I am quite alright. Just remembering the exquisite bosom of the lovely lady I wooed the other night."

"Luke I swear I will hit your royal face."

Luke sighed and set down the notebook. "If you must know, my father chewed me out last night. I'm unworthy of anything and blah blah blah."

"I'm sorry. I'm sure that wasn't what you wanted to hear." Calum said.

"I'm used to it." Luke didn't mean to sound so small, but it just came out that way.

"Maybe you'll find someone at the ball tonight," Calum suggested, shrugging.

Luke groaned. "Don't remind me. I've been stuffed into shirts that make me look like my aunt Matilda."

Calum laughed and held his stomach.

"I'm glad that my pain amuses you."

"How many ruffles?" Calum let out between fits of laughter.

"Twelve," Luke grumbled, causing Calum to laugh harder.

"Well, now you know the love will be true if those girls see you in that!" Calum cackled.

"I am not wearing that monstrosity. I will find something else."

"Oh yeah? How about something with four ruffles? Or is that a little toned down for your taste?"

Luke threw his pen at the other boys head.

"Alright! I'll stop! You need to go do your studies. The queen sent me for that reason. So leave before she gets upset." Calum breathed.

Luke sighed and got up, climbing down the ladder.

Calum watched him and picked up the notebook the prince had left behind.

He opened it to the page that Luke had scribbled on and he made out the words, "I wish for real love. Not the shallow."

~~~~~~~~~~~The Ball~~~~~~~~~

Luke was pleased with the way he looked. He had pushed Jerry out of his room and dressed himself. He thought he looked rather dashing.

He chose a rose-colored silk shirt, black slacks, and his best shoes, which still had holes in them.

He combed his fingers through his curls, taming them away from his face. He hadn't shaved and he liked it that way. He liked the look of the scruff on his prominent jawline.

A knock on the door signaled that his alone time was up. He sighed and opened the door to reveal a handsomely dressed Calum.

"Hello, majesty. I see you went for a pirate look tonight."

"I look fabulous Calum. And so do you. Are you going to be my date?"

Calum raised an eyebrow. "You think I'm available? Am I the first one to turn you down?"

Luke blinked. "Unfortunately, I think you might be."

Calum and Luke arrived at the intimidating ballroom. It was covered with flowers, lights, and people in very uncomfortable looking outfits.

Luke disliked this very much.

"Alright. I'm going to go let the queen know you're here. Go mingle. Find a nice looking girl. Talk to her for longer than a minute." Calum whispered, leaving Luke to his own devices.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto the floor. It felt like every eye was on him as soon as he entered. Men wanted his status. Women wanted his....well imagine. Oh and his money.

He hated the attention from people he did not know or enjoy.

"Excuse me, your Highness." A high pitched voice came from his left.

He turned to see a very petite girl bowing before him. Her dress was unbelievably poofy and ruffled.

"Stand please," Luke spoke.

The girl stood and smiled toothily. She was awfully flushed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, your Highness. I've been dying to meet you. You're even more handsome than you are on the invitation."

"What invitation?" He asked, horrified.

"The one you and your family sent to everyone. With the lovely picture of you holding a book. You looked so smart and regal." She gushed.

Luke was taken aback. "What did the invitation say, dear woman?"

She giggled at his words. "It was something along the lines of, "Prince Luke invites all eligible women of high stature to bide for his engagement". Something like that." She said, entranced by the prince.

His blood ran cold. This wasn't a ball for the kingdom. It was a ball for him.

"I appreciate you telling me. I must take my leave of you. I apologize." He inclined his head and quickly walked away.

The girl watched him walk away and stamped her foot.

Luke ran out to the garden just outside the ballroom to catch his breath. His parents had deliberately made this function into finding a wife for Luke.

Luke didn't want to find a wife here. He wanted more than a night to get to know someone. No one understood that. He kicked a nearby stone and winced at the pain.

"That looked painful." A voice said from a bench sat in the middle of the garden.

Luke looked up to see yet another woman in a ball gown. "It was actually rather satisfying." He quipped.

"Kicking stones are usually what one does for fun." She replied.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Shouldn't you be one of those girls inside, dying to be chosen by me? I've heard that I'm enchanting."

She chuckled. "I'm not interested. My parents made me come here. So I'm sorry prince. I'm not here for you. No matter how beautiful you think you are."

Luke never got a response like that before. Not from anyone besides Calum. "Ah, I see. Are you here for the hordes of other women in there? I am absolutely supportive of the same sex relationships. I will happily be your wingman."

"You are full of yourself aren't you?" She murmured, getting up from the bench.

"Am I making you leave princess?" He teased, watching her curiously.

"No. I am getting bitten by mosquitoes." She said simply and brushed by him to go inside.

He was intrigued. No woman has told him she wasn't interested. It was refreshing. He could move on from her easily.

After a while, he wandered back inside to see Calum dancing with the mystery girl. Good for him. He could use some interaction for once.

Luke moved his way through the crowd to get to the food. He was starved. He spent the rest of the day with his studies and had no time to eat anything.

He picked up a delightful looking tea sandwich when someone grabbed him by the back of his shirt.

"Oof."

He was being dragged to the side by big hands. "Is now really the time to be eating?"

His heart sank. It was his father. "I am sorry father. I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"Well, that's your own fault, Lucas."

He flinched at his full name. "Yes, father."

"Now. Have you met any women that you're interested in?" His father asked.

"If I said no, would you kick me to the curb?" Luke asked hopefully.

"I mean it, Lucas. You must find someone you want to marry. You may have tonight and two days to spend time with her before proposing. There is no changing your mind. This is how it must be."

Luke felt the anger bubble in his chest. He didn't want to just pick a random girl and know them for two days before becoming engaged. "Father this is unfair. I'm not even going to be king. Why must I marry?"

"To better the kingdom. To show our people that you are serious." He answered.

"But I don't want to be stuck with someone I tolerate. I want more than that." Luke said desperately.

"Get that fairy tale out of your head. This is our life. You must take part and do your duty!"

Luke swallowed. He wasn't going to win this battle. "Yes, father."

"Now put down the sandwich and dance with some of the ladies. There are some lovely ones here tonight for you." His father said, taking the tea sandwich away from him.

"Yes, father." Luke walked away, towards the ballroom floor.

Several girls approached him and he did what he was asked. He danced with them quietly and moved on to the next girl who was in line.

Some of them were beautiful. Some were cute. Some were funny. Some were shy. But he still didn't feel a connection with anyone. And that scared him.

After two hours he felt exhausted and he took a seat on the garden bench. He buried his head in his hands and willed himself to breathe.

"That looked a little rough."

Mystery girl was back. He looked up at her. "Thanks for noticing."

She looked a little sympathetic and handed him something. A tea sandwich.

"Bless you lovely maiden!" He cried out and ate it quickly.

She laughed. "You're the picture of elegant right now."

He had the whole sandwich in his mouth. "What's your point?" Crumbs fell out.

She giggled. "I apologize. I saw you with your father and I saw him snatch the sandwich out of your hand. It was rather rude if you ask me. Royals get hungry too."

Luke swallowed the sandwich and looked up. "I get more hungry than most. One time I ate an entire roast after my archery lesson."

"That is impressive. I would've pegged you for a brisket man."

"I am an everything man. I will eat anything that's put in front of me." He admitted.

She nodded and sat on the other side of the bench. "So. See any suitors in there?"

"That man you were dancing with earlier. He was rather handsome."

She laughed. "He is. He's very kind."

"That's good. He's a good man. He deserves a wonderful woman." He nodded.

"Yes. He does. He seems to be taken with the one in the blue dress. They've danced several times." She pointed out the girl.

Luke smiled. "Good for you Calum."

"So be honest. Did any of those gussied up girls get your attention?" She asked, resting her hands on her knees.

Luke chuckled softly and looked at his hands. "No. Not really. They're all lovely and good choices. For someone else."

The girl looked astonished. He didn't make a snarky comment. "Well what are you wanting out of this? Isn't this ball for you to find a wife?"

"It isn't my ball. My parents set this up. I had no idea until I came down to the ballroom."

"So...you didn't send out those ridiculous invitations?" She inquired.

"Oh, gods no. I had nothing to do with that. I would've picked a portrait of me with a pig in my arms." He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"A pig?"

"Yes. A lovely one named Petunia. We'd be best friends and pose for several pictures. I have it all planned out." He rubbed his temples.

The girl frowned a little bit. She knew what he was going through. "I'm Y/N. I'm from a kingdom far away from here and I eat several pieces of chocolate throughout a week."

Luke stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "I'm Luke. I'm from here. And I eat several pieces of chocolate a day."

Y/N giggled.

"So your parents made you come here for me?" He asked her.

She nodded. "Yeah. They thought I should mingle. Not necessarily find a suitor. But just to get in with the royal crowds. It's very interesting indeed."

"At least there's no pressure there. You can take your time." Luke felt a little jealous.

"I got lucky." She smiled, looking over at him.

He didn't know why, but he really liked her smile. And the sound of her voice.

"Lucas! You're being rude. Ignoring those girls inside. Come back inside." Luke's mother showed up at the garden entrance.

He stiffened a bit, Y/N noticed.

"I'm coming mother." He stood and sighed softly.

Y/N watched as he walked inside, completely broken.

Luke danced with the girls that asked him. He was forced to ask other girls. It was a vicious circle of dancing with girls he didn't want to dance with.

He was in the middle of a particularly horrible dance when someone tapped his shoulder.

He turned and Y/N smiled. "Can I get a dance, your Highness?"

He felt so relieved that he almost threw the other girl off of him. He held Y/N close like you do when you're dancing.

"Thank you for saving me." He whispered.

"You looked extremely miserable." She replied, dancing. "You've danced with every woman here at least twice."

"My father expects me to choose one. I have no idea where to start." He spun her.

"Well, what's a good quality you're looking for?" She questioned.

"Someone that makes me laugh."

"Hmm. Have any of them made you laugh?"

"One. But only because she said orgasm instead of organize."

Y/N giggled. "Oh no."

"It was wonderful. She turned about four different shades of red. But I felt bad. So I kissed her cheek and said she shouldn't be embarrassed. Then she ran out. So I tried."

Y/N glanced up at him. "You did that?"

He nodded. "It's not easy to be relaxed in a situation like this. I wanted to ease her mind. But I guess it didn't work."

Y/N's heart leaped a little. He cared about keeping these women comfortable. He had a bad reputation, but maybe it was only rumor.

"OK well, are there any other things you're looking for?" She asked, dancing close.

"Someone who doesn't want my status or my money. Someone who wants to be with me because they like me." He said truthfully, holding her gently.

She had thought this man was incredibly selfish before. She thought he was going to be flirting up a storm with everyone to see who was the most beautiful. But he was wanting what she wanted too.

"That's a very hard thing to come by." Y/N whispered.

Luke nodded and danced. "So far the ones I've had private encounters with all turned out to want the status. Now all the public encounters are all the same."

"Private encounters?" She was stunned.

"Yes. I am not proud of them afterward. I only get the girls pawing after my crown. Expecting me to give it to them all because I've had sex with them. There were even a few times when I thought I would really love one of them. But they were all the same. Not wanting to love me."

Y/N's heart hurt. She's had men only want to get into her skirts for the status of saying they had sex with a princess and that they'd be royal. She declined all of them. But it seemed like Luke was really desperate to feel something.

"I am sorry you've had to deal with that. You should be able to find someone that will love you. Not the royalty. But the real you." She comforted.

He looked at her eyes. "No one's ever told me that before."

"Well, I am. It's the truth. I believe everyone should be able to fall in love."

He smiled softly. "You're an interesting woman Y/N. You seem to share the same values I do."

"Yes, but without the snarky comments." She teased.

"Fair enough. Perhaps I should dance with another. My father's giving me that look." He said sadly, letting Y/N go.

Y/N nodded and bowed, moving out of the way for a barrage of girls that surrounded him.

~~Later That Night~~~~~~~~~~~~

"But Father! I did not choose her!" Luke yelled, balling his fists.

"You seemed incompetent. So I chose one for you. You will take her to the fair tomorrow and you will be pleasant. Do you understand?" His father commanded.

Luke's hands shook. His father had picked a girl at random. It just so happened to be the maiden in the blue dress that was dancing with Calum. She was going to be his betrothed in a matter of days.

"Lucas answer me!"

Luke grit his teeth. "Yes, father."

"Very well. Go get some sleep. She deserves your well-rested self." His father ducked out.

Luke fell to his knees in defeat and cried out in frustration. His chance at any sort of love before marriage was gone. He didn't know this girl at all. He danced with her once or twice, but she never spoke. He tried to talk to her but she kept quiet.

"Luke?"

Luke looked up from his spot on the floor to see Calum. He was never so happy to see him in his life.

"Calum. My father's done something horrible."

"I know," Calum said sadly, "I heard."

Luke wrapped his arms around his knees and thought about all the different ways he could run away tonight.

"You know they'd find you." Calum guessed, sitting beside his friend.

"But it would be a hell of an adventure." Luke murmured.

"I saw what your notebook said. I had no idea that you felt that way. I thought you just wanted any girl that would let you take them into the supply closet."

"You read my notebook?"

"Don't be upset. I only wanted to make sure you were not thinking of doing something drastic." Calum watched Luke. He looked so defeated and worn down.

"All I've ever wanted was to feel free to fall in love at my own pace. To let myself get to know the woman. I wanted to leave this kingdom and explore the countryside. I wanted to take my true love with me, to marry her away from all of this selfish, thickheaded royalty. The gods have been cruel to me. I've been cursed with these shackles. I shall never be free." Luke let his heart pour out to Calum, unafraid of what he might think.

"Luke I know you want more. I know you never wanted this life. But think about it this way, once you've married, your father will loosen up on his overbearing ways." Calum tried to comfort him.

"Calum I don't love her." His voice broke.

Calum wrapped an arm around Luke's shoulders. "I know. But I think I have an idea."

Luke looked at Calum. "What kind of idea?"

"Just trust me. I'll get it all worked out."

~~~~~~~~~~The Fair ~~~~~~~~~~~

The smell of fried foods and sugar wafted in the air as Luke walked with his soon to be wife on his arm.

She had yet to say a word to him.

"So. Do you like to read?" He asked softly, trying not to scare her.

Nothing.

"Alright. Well, I write my own poetry sometimes. It helps get my mind off things you know?"

She stared at the ground.

"Are you hungry? Because I can get you a wonderful spun sugar if you'd like." He offered.

Silence.

"Or I could just strip naked right here and now and ask you to take me as your crazy husband."

Her eyes widened, but she still said nothing.

Luke sighed and continued to walk the girl around the fair.

"Excuse me miss. I think you're in the wrong arms. May I escort you further?" A man's voice said.

Luke was about to protest, but he turned to see Calum.

The girl looked relieved to be saved. She let go of Luke's arm and took Calum's instead.

Calum winked at Luke and took the girl towards the food stands.

"He stole my very quiet, soon to be wife," Luke muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Your Highness?"

Luke whirled around, almost taking down Y/N with him. "Oh my. I'm sorry. You startled me." He caught her.

"Yes, I can tell. I was almost on the ground." She composed herself and looked up at him.

"Y/N," He breathed, "Why are you here?"

"Calum penned me a note that said to meet you here today. I thought you knew." She sounded a little disappointed.

"I didn't know."

Her face fell slightly.

"But I'm really glad you're here. You being here just made my day a hell of a lot better." He admitted.

She gave him a small smile. "So have you eaten everything yet?"

Luke chuckled and offered his arm for her. "No I have not had a thing. But I am about to raid that stand over there. Would you care to join me?"

Y/N took his hand and smiled. "I'd be happy to."

He took the liberty of ordering almost everything they had so that he and Y/N could try it all.

"I think the spun sugar is instantly the most satisfying," Luke commented, wrapping a little on his finger.

"It is excellent. I do like the chocolate cookies they had though." Y/N replied.

"Whoever said sugar is bad for you, is absolutely horrible. Sugar makes me happy." Luke ate the spun sugar off his finger.

Y/N giggled. "So was that the girl you're going to marry? She's very pretty."

Luke stiffened. "She is pretty. She does not talk to me, however."

"Oh really? She wasn't talking your ear off about how handsome you are?"

Luke looked at her. "You think I'm handsome?"

Y/N sputtered. "I mean...you're not not attractive."

Luke smiled a little sadly. "She was chosen by my father."

"Oh. But I thought you got to choose any of the girls last night."

"He did not trust me. He made the decision for me. It's final." He looked at his hands.

"That's incredibly unfair. He told you-you could choose from any of the girls there and then he picked for you! How selfish!" She fumed.

"That's my father. He didn't think I was mature enough to make my own decision." He sighed.

Y/N looked at his face. He looked exhausted and so unhappy. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair looked unruly.

"I am so sorry your Highness."

Luke glanced at her. "Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about."

"I am sorry because you didn't get to fall in love before you get married." She said softly.

He sucked in a breath. "Love. I don't even know what that is. It feels like a fantasy to me at this point."

Y/N softly placed her hand on top of his. "I don't know what it is either. I couldn't tell you. All I can say is that I hope you get that chance with her."

Luke rested his other hand right on top of hers. "Thank you. I hope the same for you someday. It is a hard world to find it in."

Y/N and Luke sat there for a little while, watching the world go by. People with different walks of life and styles. It was fascinating.

"I've never been on the Ferris wheel before." Y/N said, breaking the silence.

Luke looked at her incredulously. "You're kidding."

She shook her head.

Luke stood up and held his hand out for her. "Well let us change that then."

He led her to the giant metal wheel and bought two tickets. He handed her one of them and brought her into the compartment.

"I must admit, I'm nervous." Y/N said, sitting down with the bar being closed down over their laps.

Luke chuckled. "There's no need to worry. I'll be right beside you if anything were to happen. Nothing will happen, but I'm trying to ease your mind."

The ride started to move them and Y/N gripped the bar. Luke gently offered his hand instead and she took it gladly.

They slowly made their way to the top and Luke softly rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, calming her down.

"OK. Y/N look." He said quietly, pointing to the view in front of them.

She looked and gasped. "It's beautiful."

They overlooked the green fields and beautiful trees. Flowers grew in several different colors all over.

"It is beautiful. A lot of things up here are beautiful. The clouds, the flowers, the breeze. You." He breathed.

She turned to look at him. "Me?"

"Yes. You are beautiful Y/N. I know I shouldn't be saying that while I'm supposed to be with someone else. But you're absolutely beautiful."

Y/N's heart beat so fast that she thought for sure Luke would hear it.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He said softly.

"You didn't. I just didn't expect you to say that to me." Y/N said, a breeze blowing her hair gently.

Luke absentmindedly reached out and brushed the hair behind her ear and froze. What was he doing?

Y/N leaned into him and glanced in his eyes, a soft blush appearing on her cheeks.

Then Luke did something he felt was right. He held her face in his hands and softly kissed her lips.

Her lips melted into his and she moved closer into him. He was warm and tasted of spun sugar.

He kissed her so desperately, holding her close and pouring himself into the kiss.

Y/N's hands moved to his shoulders and she kissed him with the same amount of passion.

When the kiss ended, he lingered close to her lips.

"You taste like spun sugar." She whispered, softly pressing her lips to his once more.

Luke welcomed it and held her against him. The Ferris wheel began to go back down again, but he didn't want to let her go.

Y/N was the one to break away first this time. Her chest rose and fell, her cheeks were slightly flushed and her lips were pinker.

"Y/N."

She began to get butterflies in her stomach. "Yes, your Highness?"

He softly kissed her jaw. "Please call me Luke."

She nodded and looked at him. He was very attractive. She knew he was. But getting to know his softer side made him instantly more attractive.

His eyes were the kind of blue you could get lost in. And his hair was in curls that you could get your hands tangled in. His lips. So wonderful.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" Luke asked, looking in her eyes.

"Yes. I would like that." She answered.

He smiled and helped her off the Ferris wheel, kissing her hand. "Until then princess."

~~~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~~~

"Calum you're taking her with you right?" Luke asked, fixing the sleeves of his shirt.

"Yes. I'll take her with me while you meet Y/N. I don't mind. She's very sweet actually. When we danced at the ball, I thought she was lovely. Besides, we had a good conversation yesterday at the fair. Calum smiled.

"She spoke to you? She said absolutely nothing to me. Did you perhaps drug her?" Luke wondered, tying his hair up.

"I did not. What an accusation! She was kind and told me she rather enjoyed my company." Calum stated.

"Well, I'm glad you two are happy. I'm sure my father would be pleased with the match."

"Just finish getting ready majesty. I don't want you to show up at the botanical gardens with your trousers falling down." Calum spoke, handing Luke a fabric belt.

"What a shame. Most people would pay top dollar to see my trousers on the floor." Luke sniffed, hoisting his pants up.

"They'd pay to see you get chased by the law." Calum retorted.

"Either way, money will be involved," Luke said, finishing up with his cursed trousers.

"You're still ridiculous," Calum mumbled.

Luke smiled and finished getting ready. "Calum. I really like her."

"I know you do."

Calum and Luke reached the carriage and were on their way to meet the women.

The quiet girl was there first. She saw Luke and looked terrified. But once Calum came into view, she visibly relaxed.

"I wonder what I did," Luke muttered.

"She thinks you'll take her into a closet and do scandalous things with her." Calum offered.

"I only do that with women who are willing and agree. I would never do that to her."

"I'm teasing you. I don't know why she dislikes you."

"Thank you, Calum."

Calum met with the girl and took her arm, taking her into the gardens, leaving Luke alone.

When Y/N finally did show up, Luke smiled. She looked lovely.

"Hello, Luke." She greeted, grinning softly.

"Y/N. You look wonderful." He kissed her hand.

"Thank you."

He took her arm and walked her inside the gardens.

"So does your father know about this little arrangement you and Calum have?" Y/N questioned, holding on to his arm as they stepped over a few rocks.

"No. Not yet. I'm not sure how I would tell him."

"What do you feel in your heart?" She asked, reaching the rows and rows of assorted roses.

Luke held her hands. "My heart's telling me that there's something here between us. Am I right?"

Y/N looked up into his eyes. "Yes. I feel it too."

"Then that's what I'll say. I'll tell him I want to choose you instead." He admitted.

Y/N's heart pounded loudly. "You what?"

"Y/N I want to choose you. You're the only one who understands what I'm going through. You treat me like I'm a human instead of just royalty. You kissed me on that Ferris wheel after I kissed you. You made me laugh. Y/N I've never had this feeling before. So I know something's different."

Y/N opened her mouth to say something before they were interrupted.

"What is the meaning of this Lucas?"

Luke's heart stopped. He dropped Y/N's hands and looked into the face of his father. There was no mention of his father meeting them there.

"Father I-"

"This is not the woman we agreed on for you. You were supposed to be here with her." He said angrily, scanning his eyes over Y/N.

Luke had had it. He squared his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest. "You agreed. I did nothing of the sort."

"Because you wouldn't have chosen anyone of real substance! Or of importance!" His father countered.

"The girl you chose for me won't speak to me! She likes Calum if you believe me! I found the girl I like. Father, I won't marry her. I want to marry someone else."

"I'm assuming it is the girl that is hiding behind you?" He asked cruelly.

"As a matter of fact, it is. Father this is Y/N. I want to marry her instead. You took away my choice, but I still managed to find someone else I'd rather be worthy for."

Y/N looked at Luke's father. He narrowed his eyes. "And what of the other girl?"

"She's with Calum. She likes him. They actually talk. Don't force me to be with someone who would rather be with him. I want to be with someone who won't be miserable with me."

"I really like him, your majesty." Y/N spoke, causing Luke to stiffen a little.

"And why do you? Hasn't he been incredibly rude and insulting?" His father spat.

"No. He has been kind and loving. He's shown me the heart he contains. He's a gentle man who only wanted to find love. He cares for me." Y/N said confidently, keeping eye contact with the king.

He seemed surprised at the way she described his son. "You wish to marry my son as well? Or is he making this all up?"

"I would be honored to receive his love. Marriage is only a contract. Love is infinite." She stated.

"Lucas, do you also feel this way?"

Luke nodded. "She's the one father. I've never felt this way. Please."

His father seemed to soften at the admission. He let himself relax and he looked between the two. "Alright. You may marry this woman. As long as you actually go through with it. No more tricks Lucas."

"I want this." He turned to Y/N. "I want you. I want to hold you at night. I want to write you poems that are incredibly cheesy and worth throwing away. I want to kiss you when you're laying in bed with me. I want to give you the world. Will you let me? Will you marry me Y/N?"

(A/N If you read the whole thing, thank you. I would love feedback! If you want to request something, just shoot me a message! -Kenzie xx)