You are royal pain

CHAPTER 3

Henry

The three days passed by at an incredibly insane pace. Throughout every single day my schedule was completely booked with what my parents called: "daily princely duties" I of course hated these things. They all seemed pointless and on top of that i had to get ready for the most likely horrible meeting with one prince Damien.

I wasn't gay! I mean it's not like i could do much experience anyways but still! It's quite preposterous actually. And mother and father even admitted that the only reason they were marrying me was because they didn't have a daughter.

God, I wished I had a little sister right now. Not that it would be any better for her but maybe she'd actually love it and grow to love the sick bastard whoever he is.

I walked over to my dresser. I grabbed some of my nice black pants, a navy blue tie and some black dress shoes. I then opened the second door in my closet revealing a variety of different shirts and vests along with some jackets. I retrieved a white button up shirt with a navy blue jacket to match my tie.

I then reluctantly brought everything over to my bed and layed the stuff out for myself. And with a sigh I stripped off my pyjamas and carefully folded them on the end of my bed.

I slipped on some black boxers and I sighed once more. I slid on my pants and then put on some black socks along with the dress shoes. I slipped on the shirt off my shoulders and I buttoned it up. I quickly tucked it into my pants and then I tied my navy blue tie.

I slid on my jackets and walked into the bathroom. I placed my hands on the cold marble countertop and on either side of the sink. I stared at myself in the mirror. "What am i doing?" I mumbled to myself. I was a mess.

I quickly fixed my glasses and ruffled my hair a bit trying to get my golden curls looking at least a little bit decent.

I was then interrupted from my thoughts by my personal maid. She was a very sweet young woman. "Eh hem prince Henry'' She said quietly. "Yes Sierra?" I asked softly.

"Prince Damien is here..." She said. I groaned and then walked out of the bathroom. "Alright then I'll be right down" I said.

She walked out right after and she nodded as she left. I was absolutely pissed, I couldn't believe this was happening.

I paced back and forth in my room quickly. What the fuck was i supposed to do. I couldn't pretend like I actually liked this prick. Everyone said he was snobby and cocky and- well and i couldn't marry him.

I felt incredibly nauseous. I was going to faint and I couldn't stand it. After a few minutes of heavy breathing i decided i needed to get a hold on my emotions, put on a smile and go meet "prince charming".

As I was telling myself repeatedly that everything was going to be ok I walked over to my door. I placed my hand on the door knob and started to twist it. But as soon as I opened the door, I could see a little bit of the hallway. I then quickly closed it.

I pressed my back against the door and I ran my fingers through my hair. "Ok ok...you can do this.." I whisper to myself. This is ok...i was going to be ok. Oh who was I kidding, I'm in deep shit.

"I can't keep avoiding this" I mumbled under my breath. I then took a step forward and opened the door again. I sucked in a breath and I stiffened a bit. I walked down the hallway.

My mind was a fuzzy haze. I couldn't believe that this was happening, in fact I couldn't believe it at all. I felt like I was just going to die right there and then.

As I walked down my large staircase I could make out five blurry figures at the bottom. I could feel my throat go dry and a lump appeared that hurt to even try and swallow.