"Oh, I can't
stop you putting roots in my dreamland
my house of stone, your ivy grows
and now I'm covered in you"
...
"i'm the bloody king of this country and the love of your boss's life, not some godforsaken groupie!"
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the one where the next in...
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Sometime at the Windsor Castle in rainy Berkshire, England!
"You know what to do?" a voice boomed, provoked even, through the Great Hall of the royal family's Berkshire residence.
"Of course I do, what kind of guy do you take me for?" the person huffs, rolling their eyes, not even trying to hide their frustration.
"Just making sure, no need to get all fussy, babe." teases, just knowing how to push the other person's buttons. the silhouette appears in front of the guest, as the voice or more like the person behind it, whispers into their ear...and they know
"I know what my job in-tales, your royal bore." the person pulls away from the teasing and the games, spatting back.
"Careful, love, you seem to be forgetting who you're talking to." there is certain bitterness to that word 'love' and it makes the royal guest shiver, never wanting to hear that word again, as if it was the most venomous trick in the books.
"I'm talking to my fiancé, aren't I? Till death do us apart, forever and always...and all that lovey-dovey crap." it was now the guests turn to take power into their hands and they knew what effect that word left on the royal devil. A smirked appeared across their lips, while our royal rolled their eyes, crossing their arms and sarcastically remarking.
"What a romantic soul you are."
"What can I say, when you are marrying for the benefit and not love, it's hard to be romantic." the guest knew exactly what they were doing, what got the heir rilled up, they even took a step back, grabbing their collar, only to fix it up a bit.
"You're acting as if I forced you into this marriage, let me remind you that it takes two people to sign that piece of paper." at this moment, they were practically face to face, the guest still fixing the collar while the royal rolled their eyes, trying to hold back a fond smile, before remembering what was going on and spitting back.
"That 'piece of paper' is an institution." the guest shook his head, holding onto the collar for a moment too long, before letting go and pushing a hand through their hair.
"That piece of paper is the biggest load of bullshit and you know it, prince. Marriage is for hopeless idiots who believe that this is the only way to showcase to the world their love and loyalty to each other, that and those godawful Disney movies."
marriage left a bit of distaste in the royal's mouth, them never afraid to show their feeling about it, an prominent frown on their face while our by this point, all too familiar guest raised their hands in defence, chuckling.
"Ouch, remind me to never get married to you."
"Really funny, bubblegum" the royal glares with their icy blue eyes at the guest, and if looks could kill, only one person would be leaving the Windsor Castle that evening...and it would be a shame, they did have that dinner reservation.
"That's a new one" the guest chuckles, secretly adoring all of the nicknames that the royal took out the time to come up with.
"What can I say, you inspire me" the royal grins and something about that made our guests stomach turn, huffing, he replied.
"And you make me sick"
"Apparently not sick enough, since you didn't seem to have a problem picking up that pen and declaring your love in front of the court" the royal smirks, picking up the papers that were on the cabinet next to the two and pushing them towards the guest, as a reminder and a warning.
"What can I say, maybe both of us are greedy for something more than love"
