OKAY

so the first part of this is kind of like some background of what is going on.

I dedicate this chapter to @manonfowler because I asked forever ago which prompt you would want to read and she was literally the only one who responded. thank you for that girl x

and now that is out of the way, please enjoy (:

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In the early years, there were two major kingdoms who ruled over the land that we now call Europe.

Spain was a major country with a powerful navy that controlled most of the trade in the surrounding waters. King Beaumont, being the greedy man he was, saw an opportunity to get more money and started constantly raising the taxes of travel and trade in the waters knowing no one will try to stop him. It was starting to put a dent in the somewhat peaceful relationship they have with the second major power house of Europe, England.

England, though small in size, had the biggest foot solider army in all of Europe. This made them indestructible on the land. Although the king of England is usually a peaceful ruler, whenever a smaller kingdom threatens to rise up against them, King Cobban orders his knights to go and 'get rid of the pests'. This allows them to swallow the now unowned land and slowly start to grow bigger and bigger.

However, when King Cobban saw that there was a war threatening to break out between England and Spain over disagreements on taxes, he realized that he needed more than just his army to attack the equal rival. He needed an ally that will not only help out with soldiers, but with supplies and a means to get to Spain by foot. That's when the king's advisors suggested making a deal with the growing kingdom of France.

Although France has the reputation of having their heads in the clouds and would rather focus on art than education, King Fowler was a very smart man. He sees an opportunity to not only join forces with one of the strongest kingdoms, but also the perfect way to marry off his only daughter to the future king of said kingdom, Prince Michael Cobban.

So the kings drew up an agreement. In exchange for supplies and men for the upcoming war, Prince Michael Cobban and Princess Catherine Fowler are to be wed. The Fowlers decide to travel to England to help further discuss the arrangement. This is where our unlikely love story begins.

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Mikey's POV:

I breathe in a little more as I look at myself in the mirror. The royal tailor is pinning my new suit for my wedding and I don't feel like getting poked today. The tailor, Alexander, stepped back and looked at his work, "what do you think sire?"

I eye the velvet red suit in admiration, its fits me like a glove. "Perfect as always Alex, truly."

Alex blushes tremendously at the praise, I figured he would be used to it by now. I met him while visiting Scotland during Christmas one year and saw the beautiful clothing he made. I had to have him on my royal staff. I told him that his only job was to make me look good and all he said back was 'that won't be too hard' and accepted the job. Although he is one of the youngest men on my staff, he is the most hardworking and the best at his craft. He actually turned into somewhat of a friend.

"I am surprised that you accepted the king's proposal so quickly sire, the princess must be so beautiful," Alex wonders out loud while helping me out of the suit.

I frown, "it really has nothing to do with the princess Alex, more with the fact that I have to do what's best for my country. Plus, I knew I needed a wife and she already comes from a great line of royalty."

Alex stays quiet, probably feeling like he crossed a line. I wanted to say I didn't mind, but my personal servant, Brooklyn, walked into my room. "Sir, your father requests your presence. King Fowler and Princess Catherine has arrived."

I nod my head and he leaves shutting my door behind him. I look over to Alex who has already packed up the rest of his things. "Let your father know that I will have your suit ready for the wedding," he says with a tiny smile before bowing his head and leaving my room as well.

Sighing, I get dressed and make my way to the throne room to meet my future wife for the first time. I walk through the doors and hear my dad's laughter ringing throughout room. "Oh, speaking of my son, here he is! Nice of you to join us my boy," my father chuckles before wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Sorry dad, I was just getting my suit fitted for the wedding. Alex said it would be finished by the ceremony."

"What color is it?" a beautiful, airy English accent sounds surprising me. I look over to where it came from and saw one of the most beautiful ladies to have ever step foot in this castle. Her long blonde hair cascades down like a beautiful water fall and her eyes sparkle like the ocean on a sunny day. Her soft facial features and pale skin are only highlighted by her pale pink and gold colored dress that hangs off of her petite frame in the most flattering way. This must be Catherine.

She is going to be a beautiful queen, it just sucks that I would never be physically attracted to her.

"Red, my mother wanted our wedding flower to be a rose," I answer standing up a little straighter now knowing I was in front of my future wife.

She hums looking at me for a second before holding her hand out with a tiny smile, "it's a good thing my mother is the biggest fan of roses. Princess Catherine DeEtte Margaux Fowler."

I smile before taking her hand and kissing it, "Prince Michael Patrick Cobban. Pleasure to meet you, your highness. You accent is delightful."

"Oh please," she giggles, "call me Cat. And thank you, our mother was born in this beautiful country and we were taught her accent."

Then, all of the sudden, there was a loud crash and the family cat, Tabby, cries out before running in from the north hallway, across the floor, then onto my mother's throne. "Oh my god! I am so sorry, holy shit," I hear another English accent call out before a male walks in from the same entrance as Tabby. If I thought Catherine took my breath away, then this gentleman made the world stop turning. I make eye contact with the most striking pair of crystal blue eyes I have ever seen. There is a sense of mischief behind them that I kind of like. His hair falls perfectly across his forehead framing his sharp features. The only thing soft about his face his lips. Beautiful, pouty pair of pink tinted lips that I want to taste.

"Apologies your highness, my son can be a mess sometimes," King Fowlers thick French accent sounds before he lets out a booming laugh, "he gets it from the queen."

The beautiful boy frowns, "don't talk about my mother that way." His voice was so angelic. Something that I would loves to hear all the time, on repeat.

"I will talk about my wife however I want son, you on the other hand need to learn your place," King Fowler seethes causing the beautiful boy's eye to twitch, but he doesn't cower. I can tell he wants to say something back, but he remains quiet. "This is Prince Andrew, my son," the king introduces, "this is King Cobban of England and his son, Prince Michael."

Andrew bows at both of us before stepping towards his sister. We make eye contact and his left eye drops down to a wink causing me to blush tremendously and look away. There was a silence that fell among us until Cat spoke up, "well, I would surely love to freshen up to meet the queen, may I be shown to where I am staying?"

"Of course madam," my father answers, "this is Rebecca, she will be your lady in waiting here until you get married. She will show you to your temporary room then bring you to my wife when you are ready."

"Andrew," King Fowler says getting the boy's attention, "you will go with your sister because we need to talk about the agreement."

Confused, I speak up, "Why can't Prince Andrew come with us? He is going to be king one day and needs to know what you are agreeing on." I look over at Andrew and his eyes have an unreadable expression on them.

"Because Michael, Andrew has no interest in becoming king, my wife is at home with our younger son training him as we speak because Andrew decided he didn't want to be the king," King Fowler explained.

I look back up to my father, "you can do that?"

He gave me an amused look, "Don't even try Michael."

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A few hours have gone by and it's already dusk. Tired, I excuse myself from the political discussions with the excuse to fetch some more wine. Walking down the narrow hallway to get to the wine cellar, I hear small noises coming from the dark room. Looking through the rows of wine, I finally spot where the noise was coming from.

Andrew had Rebecca holding on to a rack of wine with her dress bunched up behind her exposing her legs. Although the fabric was covering where they should be intimately connected, I am sure Andrew was taking her from behind. His hand was covering her mouth to muffle her moans while other grips the dress to keep it out the way.

I watch as Andrew's face scrunches up as he bites his lower lip. He leans his head back and the sweat from his forehead catches the light form the torch behind the couple. When he looks back up, we make eye contact. He bites his lower lip and takes his hand off of Rebecca's mouth allowing her moans to be heard. "You like that huh?" he asks, voice octaves lower.

"Yes," she breaths out, but I was paying no mind to her.

My eyes were locked on the prince in front of me. I watch as his body moves with fluidity. Like he has done this a million times before. Little grunts leave his pink, swollen lips and I can feel my pants start to tighten. I quickly grab the closest wine bottle I could find before scurrying my way out the room. I take deep breaths trying to calm myself down. I have always known I was attracted to guys, but fuck that was a little too much.

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The next morning, I woke up to a knock on my door. "Sir, this is your wake up call. Your dad says you need to be dress and have eaten before the meetings begin in an hour," Brooklyn mumbles from the other side of the door.

I groan before stretching my limbs. "Come in," I yawn before sitting up. Just then, a bunch of servants walk into my room to start their morning tasks and Brook begins to read off my agenda for the day. I half way listen as I pick out my outfit and get dressed. "I'm going to get breakfast," I say and Brook obediently follows me down to the kitchen.

There, I find Mrs. Duff and her son Jack busy making some breakfast. It looks like some type of lemon square and fruit tart. "Smells great in here Mrs. Duff," I smile eyeing the delicious food. I take a lemon square before biting into the sweet, tangy goodness letting out tiny groan before handing Brook one. "And it taste amazing as always," I smile causing her to smile as well.

"Thank you sire."

"Taste too sweet to me, I always prefer meat in the morning," Andrew says literally coming out of thin air scaring the shit out of me. "How about you cutie?" Andrew asks turning his gaze to Brooklyn who is standing on the side of me. "Where can I get a servant as cute as you?"

I look at Brook and watch as a blush form on his cheeks. He looks over to Jack and my eyes follow watching as the taller lad gives Andrew a sideways glance before returning to his work. Brooklyn then looks back at Andrew obviously struggling with how to respond, so I step in. "Brooklyn, you are excused, go find my father and tell him I will be there soon." Brooklyn nods his head before bowing respectively. He gives Jack another once over before walking out of the kitchen.

"Shame, he was handsome to look at," Andrew mumbles before taking a bite out of a fruit tart. He makes a disgusted face before setting the treat back down on the table.

"Do you have a thing for servants or was the just coincidence?" I ask frustrated by the blonde.

He only laughs, "why Michael? Is my sister's future husband jealous?"

"No, I just think that's completely beneath you and your title," I answer truthfully.

A smirk just appears on his face, "sure Cobban, think what you want," he takes the lemon square that was in my hand before taking a bite, "and to answer your question, I have a thing for beautiful people. If I want to fuck the beautiful lady in waiting in a wine cellar, then will." He steps a little closer to me, but I stand my ground. "If I want the handsome personal servant to the future king to take me in the kitchen where I stand, then I will tell him to." My eyes widen as I take in a sharp breath, he is into men too? "It's not beneath my title," his voice lowers, "it's a perk of the title." The last sentence he spoke slowly and annunciated every word.

His voice was sending chills down my spine and I couldn't believe I was getting that funny feeling in my stomach again. I should be repulsed by Andrew's behavior, but something is attracting me to him. Andrew's finger hooks onto my pants and he pulls me closer, "what's great about our titles Michael, is that if anyone judges us or makes accusations," his lips connect with my jawline right before he whispers in my ear, "we can get rid of them." He nibbles on my ear for a second before brushing his lips across my cheek.

Too caught up in the moment, hazy from Andrew's voice and words, I find myself leaning into the boy's lips. Breathing the same air. But before anything could happen, Cat walks into the kitchen, "morning everybody," her sing-song voice sounds causing me to back away from Andrew like I just touched a hot stove.

"Morning sis," Andrew answers casually before finishing his (my) lemon square.

"Morning," I mumble before giving her a kiss on the cheek. She gives me a warm smile before looking at the fruit laid out for breakfast. I look over to Andrew who just winks at me before starting a conversation with his sister like nothing just happened between us.

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The next few days were a constant blur of meetings and teasing from Prince Andrew Fowler. Some days, he would corner me and get me hot and bothered before someone would interrupt. Other days, he was try to undress me with his eyes from across the room. It's like a constant struggle for me to try not to ruin what my father has been working hard for, for this country.

One of the last nights of the Fowler's visit, three days before the wedding, I was getting aggravated with the endless teasing. "Why do you act so promiscuous all the time?" I ask Andrew as he tries to flirt with Brooklyn again. My servant quickly runs off knowing the drill by now.

"Why are you so prude?" He counters.

"Are you not afraid of your reputation?"

"Why should I be?" he spits back before leaning against the wall, "it's not like I am going to be king, why should I care what people think of me?"

"Why don't you want to be king?"

He sighs. "Because, I didn't choose this lifestyle, I was born into it. I am not good enough or smart enough to rule a country on my own," his voice fades out at the end causing me to frown. Those don't sound like his own words.

"Is that what you believe or what you were told?" Andrew looks up to me and for the first time, I see real emotion in his eyes. His blue eyes gloss over and he looks taken back by my comment. I sigh, "Andrew, over the past several days you have proved to me that you are not only fit to wear a crown, but you have the possibility to be great. You are confident, persistent, and you don't give a shit about what anyone thinks about you," he laughs at that which causes me to smile at the beautiful sound, "all you have to do is learn the strategies of the politics."

"That is probably one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me, thank you. And please, call me Andy."

Andy has the potential to be so much more then what he leads on to be. He just has to believe in himself first, then others will follow.

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The next day, I was surprised to see Andy at the meeting between our fathers. Although he sat down towards the back, it was still pretty great to see him take interest. His father didn't seem to care, but I did. It was the step in the right direction. If England and France were to become allies, I would love to be able to rule with Andy.

"Yes I understand that with our combined foot soldiers, we have way more people then Spain, but I just don't know how that going to stop the problem with the trade taxes in the water?" My father groans out. I look up to Andy who was eyeing the map before standing up.

"If I may," he asks and no one responds waiting to see what the prince has to say. "Why don't we just use the base we have in Ireland? The one mom had built as an emergency escape for us," Andy suggests. This peaked his father's interest because he is now standing next to his son. "It's big enough to house hundreds of men and we can disguise our boats as Irish trade ships when we go on the water. Therefore, we make it a two front war, dividing the Spanish army. And it would be a surprise attack, kind of like the Trojan horse story you use to tell me as a kid," Andy smiles before looking up at his father.

I carefully watch King Fowler and smile as a look of pride sketches across the older man's face. "That's actually not a bad idea, Andy. Cobban, what do you think?" he asks my father. I smile at Andy's pet name and how it made the prince glow even more.

"I agree! We need to work out some details, but that sounds like it could work."

That night was spent drinking and celebrating. Not only did the two kings figure out a way to destroy the Spanish, but I was getting married tomorrow to help unite the kingdoms. It was kind of a bitter sweet moment for me because although Cat is such a nice girl, I cannot help but feel attracted to Andy.

Although his constant filtration is a little aggravating, I have grown to like and understand Andy. This new spark in him makes me feel warm inside because it shows that Andy does have a sense of passion buried deep in him. Not to mention he is fucking beautiful.

He walks up to me, glass of wine pressed to his lips. "Not bad for someone who doesn't want to be king," I say causing a smile to spread across his cheeks.

"I couldn't have done it without you," he sighs before setting his glass down on the table in front of us, "you helped me see my true potential. Thank you."

He looks up at me and we make eye contact. I couldn't help but stare into his sapphire eyes. His eyes that held so much passion. So much fire. A kind of look that has me thinking about him in a different way. In a desiring way.

I want him. I want to be with him. One night, just the two of us. I want to be able to know what it feels like to be with someone I actually want before I am with someone because I have to be. Before I get married. Before he leaves to go back to France. I just want one night where I can have Andy all to myself.

"Do you- do you want to get out of here?" I whisper.

Andrew looks into the drunken crowd before lacing our fingers together, "let's go."

I look around as well to make sure no one was watching before I pull him out of the ball room. We run down one of the hallways, me leading him, before we make it to the grand stair case. Taking the steps two at a time, we make it to the top, out of breath. I look down at Andy as his chest gently moves up and down. He licks his lips before moving his hand to the back of my head.