Royalty《L.K》

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Fiona Rose

"Prince Lucas!" I snapped as he touched my broom.
"What?" He backs off with a slight chuckle. I parted my lips to speak but quickly shut them. He then again did something to bug me as I cleaned the hall way.

"Luke!" I gasp as he poked my butt.
"What? It's so cute and squishy." He giggles as he scrunched up his nose. Poking it again. Only making a eye rolling come from my face.
"It's only been a week since I got here and already the prince is being a jack ass." I grumble under my breath as I, again, broom up the dust from under the shelves of the palace.

"Two weeks and a day to be exact." Luke coughed cockily. Luke never approached the other maids, but only me. He liked to talk, and I found out his favourite movie is the note book and many other small, interesting things about him. But nothing too personal.
"Whatever." I loosened up punching him slightly on the shoulder. He gave me gasp.
"Did Fiona Rose just punch the prince!?" He exclaimed, making soon of the other servants look at us.
"Shut up Luke!" I giggled. He was very sarcastic at times.

"It's almost your curfew, Fiona." Luke mumbled sitting on the bench, that was perfectly placed in the wooden hall ways of his palace.
"Ill see you tomorrow Luke." I suggested.
"But I want to see your ass tonight." He groaned childishly. I was taken back a bit by his word choice.
"Sneak out! Come to my room tonight at . We can watch a movie. Just meet me in the dinner hall!" He informed, jumping off of the bench. I stood still, knowing there was a dustpan and broom in my hands.
"S-sure." I mumbled with a slight blush on my face.
"It's a date!" He piped. I quickly looked up but he was already walking. A huge smirk on his face. That sneaky bastard.

(...)

I hoped that none of the other maids where up. I had went into my room with loose sweats and a tank top with a logo of a band that I loved. I quietly made my way out the door, thanking that it wasn't all squeaky. I quickly ran to the front door, which took great skills due to it being pitch black.

The wooden door open lightly, as I slipped threw the crack and closed it.

Suddenly someone's hand was put on my mouth. I didn't scream, I didn't panic.
"You fuck face." I grumbled as Luke pulled his hand off. He just giggled.

"Follow me." He simply said smiling, showing his little dimples. He pulled me to a unfamiliar hall, before making a sharp turn that lead up to stairs. I couldn't believe I didn't notice it before.
"It leads up to my room." Luke mumbled, grabbing my hand and quickly going up them, almost making me trip. He opened the door once we were on the top.

I gasped as I looked around it. It didn't look like Jacks room, or Bens. It looked like a studio, with a bed in the corner. Guitars where scattered around, posters of bands, a spray paint of a dick. Like legit.

"Wow." I gasped as I looked around.
"Come on! Grabs some pillows and blankets!" Luke exclaimed. I gave him a confused look.
"To make a fort of course!" He squealed.
"You have the mind of a five year old princess." I laughed. He stopped and turned around, posing dramatically.
"Maybe I am." He sassed sticking his hip out.
"Fine, I'll set up the tea party." I giggled walking passed him and grabbing pillows. Feeling his eyes on me.
"So what are you waiting for luke?" I asked setting the pillows down.

"You surprise me each day."