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everything in italics is swedish

"princess!" your assistant ingrid called for you.

you turned around quickly and ingrid slammed into you.

"oh my ingrid. i am so sorry." you giggled as she composed herself.

"it's alright princess. your mother told me to tell you that there is going to be a formal dinner party with some of the swedes from the nhl." ingrid said.

your eyebrows arched, "that's new. i love it."

"your parents knew you would enjoy it." ingrid smiled.

you were the princess of sweden. princess y/n, duchess of östergötland. that's if you wanted to be fancy. you were second in line for the throne behind your mother, who was currently queen.

you were a little more scandalous than the rest of the royal family. you pushed the boundaries, mostly with fashion.

though you had this iconic marking upon your name, you were quite normal. ever since you were little, you loved the sport of hockey even playing for a portion of your life. now that you were 22, your royal duties were taking up quite a bit of your free time. you still got to skate and go to games once in a while.

in your free time all you did was watch any hockey that was on. it was an outlet for you to let all the stress of today not follow you into tomorrow.

"oh ingrid what am i supposed to wear?" you asked.

"ah yes your mother said that their should be some new pieces in your closet." ingrid answered.

you nodded and smiled.

"thank you."

you walked towards your room knowing at the dinner party would begin at 5:30 like always. you glanced at the digital clock that sat on your nightstand.

4:56

a solid 34 minutes to find a dress and look royal enough to be seen by people and take photos.

you ended up wearing a beautifully modest dress (pictured above; if you don't like it, imagine a different outfit). you pulled your hair into a tight low bun. you were ready for this dinner party.

"hello honey." your mother said, walking into your room.

"oh hey mama." you said smiling, "thank you for this dinner party."

"oh no problem. we knew you'd love it. maybe you could find a boyfriend while you're at it." your mother smirked.

you rolled your eyes, "if i get wowed, then maybe, but i doubt it."

"oh you'll be pleasantly surprised, i'm sure of it. you have always fancied those hockey boys."

she wasn't wrong. it seemed like you were always talking to your mother about either a extremely skillful player or an attractive hockey player. she had always threatened to bring the players to their home.

you shrugged at your mother.

"you look stunning y/n. like always of course. half of the single boys in sweden would kill to date you." your mother eyed you up, "i can't believe i birthed that."

"oh mama. i know where i got it from. you are stunning." you complimented.

she swatted at you humbly.

"come on darling. we must go down now. they'll be wondering where the beauty is."

"i'm sure they're more wondering where the queen is."

you and your mother peeked into the foyer of your house to see a large group of nhl players dressed in their absolute best conversing with each other. there was at least 25 people grouped in the room.

"go on y/n. wow them with your beauty." your mother pushed you forward.

that's exactly what you did.

you walked confidently into the foyer. all eyes turned to you, but that's probably because of the obnoxious click of your heels as you walked.

"welcome to our home. thank you to all of you for coming." you announced.

they all clapped as you glanced around the room. your gaze was hindered when you hit a young looking boy with perfectly fluffed brown hair.

you shook yourself out of the trance and continued to look around the room and smile.

your mother walked in soon after you with your father and made an announcement just as you did.

it was time to mingle before dinner. you tried to make your rounds to everyone, but it was difficult. you met people like rasmus dahlin, elias lindholm, gabe landeskog, john klingberg, oscar klefbom, william nylander, nicklas backstrom, and others.

you had talked to so many people, but somehow hadn't got to the one brunette boy that your eyes were drawn to.

you guys all sat down to eat dinner you were sat next to william nylander and rasmus dahlin. your mother smirked at you from down the table. this was planned, placing you by two single young guys. sadly, you weren't placed by the boy you actually wanted to be by.

after dinner, it was back to mingling. from sitting across the table from gabe landeskog at dinner, you found he was hilarious.

"andre is not the smartest that's for sure." gabe laughed after telling the story of a boy who had to have help to put his ikea apartment furniture together.

"who's andre?" you asked.

"my teammate. he's here. over there." he pointed towards the other side of the room.

you turned around and saw the person he was pointing at: brunette, perfectly fluffed

your heart started to beat faster.

"you haven't met him yet?" gabe asked with a confused face.

you shook your head.

gabe put his finger up to excuse himself and made his way over to the boy who's name was andre.

you flattened your dress quickly as gabe walked back with andre in his grasp.

"princess, this is andre." gabe introduced.

"hi i'm andre. it's a pleasure to meet you princess." he greeted politely.

"y/n please, andre. i'm not to keen on formalities. it's nice to meet you too." you responded with a smile.

"i'll leave you guys here to talk." gabe smirked and slowly made his way into another group.

•4 years later•

a royal wedding. a beautiful bride. a handsome groom.

you were married. to andre burakovsky.

your mom was right, like always. you did find a boyfriend at that dinner.

"just saying princess y/n and prince andre, i take full credit in this." gabe said boastfully referring to your marriage.

you and andre rolled your eyes, "thank you gabriel."