𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 || 𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑏𝑢𝑔

"How Does An Engaged Couple Act?"

The image upon is truly magnificent but isn't mine. I do not take credit for it, ty.
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"Clothing shopping?" My brows raised in curiosity. Clothing shopping? As in, buying clothes? For me? I couldn't help but to let a little chuckle escape my lips.

Firstly, I had plenty of clothing to last me for- let's say, about another two years or so. That's if I was lucky enough to not gain weight or grow an inch taller. Secondly, if I had needed clothing I could go on my very own! I didn't need him to pick me up in his fancy royal automobile and take me places. Who did he think he were? I eyed him.

He hummed, "yes, uhm- well father suggested you dress more of your newly given status." His voice was calm and welcoming even when I eyed him.

"I believe my clothes are enough, wouldn't you say?" I squinted my eyes at him. What were he trying to say? That my clothing aren't good enough? What, that they weren't high class enough? Well yes they most definitely weren't but they weren't rags. They were normal fitting clothes!

Adrien cleared his throat, this time he turned to look at me. "I'm sure they are Marinette, but my father.. he's well- he's-"

"Oh please, over with the excuses. Please just let's get this over and done with, shall we?" I gave him a smile with hard eyes. He hadn't bothered smiling back, instead his eyes trailed until they found the floor. His chest fell as he blew out a breath from between his lips.

I turned to look out of the window. The rest of the ride was enjoyed in a distant cold silence. Maybe I created the cold part but who knows. I could definitely tell that Adrien had a lot on his mind. I would turn back a few times to peak at him. He would have his head down, bitting on his bottom lip. I cannot lie that I did feel a bit of guilt.

I was quite surprised when we arrived at the familiar place in which brought me hell. In which I had had my splendidly marvelous engagement party. Not too long ago, I'm sure you can recall. I whirred around in my seat. "What- why are we here?" I raised my voice slightly.

"The royal stylist will be giving you your new wardrobe." Adrien pushed his door open and stepped outside. I turned, my hand reaching out to unlock the door but it wouldn't budge. I let out a frustrated growl, my hands now fumbling with the lock on the door. What was up with this vehicle! Could it not just open like a regular one? My hands paused on the door suddenly, right...

I retracted my hands from the door, "open!" I yelled at the door. I heard a grumble from the driver before the huge man swung open his door and came to mine. He reached and opened the door with ease. My cheeks burned in embarrassment as the large man looked down at me. He had a hard expression on his face as he fixed me with his eyes. I slowly slid out of the car and stood before him.

"Thank you, monsieur." I didn't know if I should bow to this terrifying beastly man or to run. The man grumbled again before making his way back into the front seat. Okaaay.
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Adrien guided me through the palace in an awkward silence. The only thing that sounded was our shoes clacking on the floors. The maids and butlers gossiping and running around. We made our way up one of the many staircases, going into a deep hallway. I cannot lie, this palace actually gave me chills. Despite the many helpers running around, it still felt lonely. It still felt cold and distant, more like a museum than a home if I'm being honest. And that makes me wonder, did Adrien feel that way too? My gaze fell on the back of his head as he were walking before me.

I'm going to assume that he most likely had lived here his whole life. Did he feel cold and lonely in his own home? Or had it been different for him? I had so many unanswered questions. It only proved that I knew nothing about my supposed fiancé-