i was listening to refections by toshifumi hinata when i came up with this idea
10000/10 recommend listening to it
y/f/n- your father's name
y/m/n- your mother's name
y/l/n- your last name
this once is an au!!
this is a really long one. sorry, i get carried away. i'll try to start writing shorter ones:)
also with longer imagines like this would you guys rather i make them into different parts or keep them in one? please let me know!!
draco's pov
mother and father are hosting another one of their famous dances. i don't know why they host these in the first place. these aren't just any regular parties, they're parties that are held to find my future queen. i don't like them, but my parents force me to attend. yes, not all of these dances are just for that reason but since i, as well as my father, are aging older and not younger they are pressuring me more. they chose a girl the day of the party and always force me to dance with her. at the end of the night, when the pianist plays the last chord, i decide. once another night comes to an end, my parents watch me like a hawk. they watch my body language, looking for any sort of tell that i find the girl beautiful that i was dancing with, a tell that maybe i could love her, but they always come up empty handed.
this next ball was my last chance to find someone that i wanted. after this ball i would be forced to marry the princess of a country i didn't bother to remember the name of. my parents took sympathy for me and knew that if i was courted before i knew that i was out of options that it would end poorly for both of our countries. luckily for me, that princess has other princes lined up for her hand in marriage, so if i turn her down it won't cause any feuds between our countries. but that luck was beginning to wear thin as i only had one more night to find the love of my life. i guess one could say i was picky when it came to the girl i would be with, but how wouldn't i be? everyday i'm surrounded by princesses from wealthy countries with strong militias and cities filled with extravagant trades that would all bid well for me when i became king, but those things meant almost nothing to me if i didn't love the woman i was supposed to be with until the day i die.
"draco, dear?" a knock sounds from the outside of my door, "are you awake, we need to begin to get ready."
"yes, mother." i sigh and roll out of my large bed and slowly walk over to the window that overlooked the village, soon enough my village. i turn around and walk out of my bedroom and down the long halls of the castle. each hall lined with portraits of previous malfoy families and at the end, the newest portrait. me, my father, and mother. one day under it will be a freshly painted one of me and my wife.
i enter the dining hall to see the housekeep setting the large "U" shaped table. place cards at the front of each chair. i trace my hands down the chairs until i get to the head of the table, where my father sits. my mother sits to his left and i sit to his right. standing behind my father's chair, i glance down at the other two rows. eventually, i will be sitting in this chair hosting these parties with my queen and my children. i was pulled out of my thoughts when i hear my father's voice echo through the halls. i follow his voice until i enter his office.
"you need to be fitted for your suit, the tailor should be setting up in the seamstress' chamber." he says never looking up from the work on his desk, "oh, and you know what happens tonight, right?"
"tonight?" i ask taken aback by the suddenness of this all.
"yes, son, if you don't like this princess tonight you will have to marry, alexandria of zemblia. i can not keep charles waiting for much longer." charles was the king of zemblia.
