𝐋͢𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎, mcyt imagines

☆ romeo and juliet

SUMMARY: FORBIDDEN LOVE FLOURISHES, AS YOU AND DREAM FIGHT FOR SOMETHING THAT SHOULD'VE NEVER BEEN.

You watched the city below you from the safety of your rooftop balcony, as the festivities of The Red Festival beamed with life, as well as excitement in L'Manburg's town square. It was Mid-July, and you'd just turned freshly 16 a few days prior. And with your coming of age, your father, who just so happened to be the King of the nation, had eagerly been awaiting the arrival of your birthday, as it meant he could finally step down from his strenuous place as king, and induct you from your former title as princess, to your new title as Queen of L'Manburg.

While the other residents of the nation found it quite silly someone being as young as you were, be in charge of such a chaotic nation, they also knew quite well that your mother had fallen ill a few years after you were born, and ended up dying to a rather heartbreaking disease that seemed to run cold in your blood line. Unfortunately, the disease was found to be running rapid in your father as well, and at this moment in time- he was on the brink of death.

So, as a result of your father being unfit for the job anymore, you reluctantly agreed to take charge of the nation. As a result of the sensitivity of the motion being passed, under no circumstances where you ever allowed to so much as leave your tower, let alone see the festival in person, in fear of something happening to L'Manburg's last hope, but tonight would finally be your night to shine. After sixteen long years of waiting, and of only seeing your father twice a week, you'd finally be able to step out and get to experience the wonderful life you so longed for.

You'd been dolled up in a ball gown since that morning, making sure to look your absolute best, since it'd be the first time anyone would actually see you, you didn't want to make a bad first impression. A crisp white ball gown, with a gold trim across the top of your chest, as well as lacey white gloves to finish the look off. You tried not to let the muggy July evening ruin your hair, but with the level of rising humidity in the air, it was quite hard. But still, you managed to look magnificent.

As the clock struck 7pm you heard an all too distinct knock at you entrance to your tower, one you recognized immediately as your father. You tried to contain your excitement, practically sprinting down the spiral staircase that led up to your roof. Upon opening the door, you were met with your father, who'd been fancied up in a suit and tie, with his crown placed neatly atop his freshly combed hair. You'd never seen him this noticeably nervous before, but seeing as you'd his only daughter, was about to be put on display in front of his citizens, it was understandable to be nervous.

He held out his elbow to you, motioning for you to link arms with him, as he muttered. "Ready?" You nodded and took his arm, as you carefully stepped out of your hidden home. The arm was warm and smelled of freshly cut grass, which was a smell you quickly identified with a happy memory. A memory of a boy, someone of your age, who'd found refuge in the grass below your tower, when he'd seemingly got into a mess of trouble just a few months prior. You never caught his name, and you weren't sure if he ever actually saw you, but you remembered all too distinctly, his dirty blonde hair, as well as his strikingly green eyes.

You didn't even know if he was still alive, or if he'd been exiled by your father to far out lands, but in the back of your mind you often found yourself wondering about him, wondering what could've been if you'd only asked him for his name. You and your father continued walking, down the path that led into the city. You were in awe of the absolute beauty you'd been missing out on all your life, being locked away in your tower, left to rot away as everyone else went out and had fun. It was sickening to you, but your father's decision never budged.

Balloons and streamers lined the sky, mixing in well with the swell of colors that'd been illuminated by a gorgeous evening sunset. You couldn't help but stop and stare. "Woah." Two boys, who were clearly a few years younger than you rushed in a hurry away from you, as another girl with the prettiest blonde hair you'd ever seen chased after them. You stared at her out of curiosity. You could've swore you'd seen her sometime before, but you weren't too sure. The brown haired boy yelled to the other boy, rushing him further along the path.

"C'mon Tommy! We're gonna be late to the ceremony!"

In the midst of things, you'd forgotten about the ceremony. How you dreaded such an event, but as time slowly ticked away, you knew it was your duty to uphold the nation. You continued towards the center of the town square, and to your right you saw another three boys, standing beside a small lake, tossing pebbles into the still water, in attempts at skipping the rocks. Your father acknowledged them, making the three boys stand on their guard. "Why aren't you boys in uniform?"

You hadn't yet taken a good look at them, but the boy in the middle, you recognized almost immediately. Same hair, same eyes, same everything. He kneeled in front of your father, referring to him as such, "Your highness, we wish to not be in armor for the ceremony, seeing as if something were to happen to the princess, we wouldn't be able to get to her in time." Your father turned his head up at the boy, asserting a sense of power between the two of them. With a stern, unforgiving voice he said, "You are a knight, and you will dress as such."

The boy sighed, and stood from his kneeled position, standing up to face your father. "Shall we escort the princess?" Your father shook his head sternly and pushed your body behind his, as to shield you from the three boys. "Stay away from Y/n." You peered out from behind his back, admiring the nameless boy, locking eyes with him as he conversed with your father. You smiled at him, and parted your lips to say something, but before you could, you'd found yourself being pulled away by your father, to the ceremony grounds.

You spent the rest of the evening greeting citizens, as well as being berated by those who were purely enchanted by you, as they'd never so much as seen you- and now you were right in front of them in plain sight. You looked for the brunette boy in the chaos of the crowd, but you were unsuccessful, and found him nowhere. You wanted to see him again, speak to him, tell him how much you truly admired him ever since that fateful day. You made your way away from the crowd, making your way to sit on the staircase that led up to the election podium above you.

You sat on the weathered stone staircase under you, with your head in your hands, and you started to cry. Through your blurred vision, you saw a pair of feet slowly approach you and stand when their feet met yours. The unknown figure said nothing, but held a small piece of folded paper in their gloved hand. Your rose you head, and much to your surprise, there he stood. You jumped out of surprise. In his other hand, he held his helmet- which completed the silver armor he'd been wearing. His body looked completely unrecognizable. He looked taller, more broad shouldered, and most of all more handsome.

He nudged the paper in your face again, motioning for you to take the secretive letter. You wiped your tears for under your eyes, and gladly took the paper. Speaking in no more than a whisper, you muttered:

"We were both young when I first saw you."

His sweat drenched hair hung down in his face, and his eyes were shielded by stringy brown-blondish locks, but despite this anyone could see- they had a certain twinkle to them whenever you were brought into view. Knights of his similar stature, both dressed in silver armor, called to him, ushering him over to the podium, so that the ceremony could commence. "Dream! C'mon man let's go!" A boy with dark hair called to him, and Dream turned to face his direction. You grabbed him by his wrist, just as he began to make an exit. "Wait no- please don't go, you don't know how long I've been waiting to meet you."

You begged him not to go, but his job needed to be fulfilled as well as his, so he slid his helmet back over his head, and although his speech was slightly muffled you could make out, "I'll be waiting." He ran off to meet his friends, leaving you crying on the staircase once more. You cradled his letter in your fingers, and slowly opened it and read it aloud. "I'll be the prince, and you be the princess. It's our love story, just say yes."