Royally Matched

Part 3

            "Dinner? With Prince James? Alone?!"

"Yes, that's what I said. The King encouraged it, actually. You do need to know him to find out who his true love is, don't you?" Damien asked.

"I guess you're right." You sighed. "Thank you. I'll be ready by then."

Damien nodded and closed the door as he walked out. You turned toward a smirking Nat and you groaned.

"I can't do this, Nat! No girl in her right mind would want to marry Mr. 'I Can And I Will Do Whatever I Please Even If It Offends People'. That man is the definition of insufferable!"

Nat walked toward you and laughed. "Well, no one in their right mind would name their kid that. Come on, maybe he's not so bad once you get past his rough exterior. He is easy on the eyes, don't you think?"

"Nat, don't start. We're here to find a prince his true love, who, mind you, must marry a woman of status."

"You didn't answer my question. Do you think he's cute or not?"

You took a deep breath. "Of course, I think he's cute! But beware of the evil behind smiling eyes."

"He's not evil, and I know you didn't just make up that quote."

"I read it somewhere, but that's not the point! The point is that this prince thinks way too highly of himself and that there are no consequences for his actions. Enough of my ranting. How many people have you found?"

Nat clapped her hands together in excitement. "Now, I think you're going to like this. I've selected 100 people. They're from many different backgrounds, and all have some sort of higher status. Of course, we'll be able to narrow them down once you get more info about him. Then we can interview the top ten, and voilà! We have his true match."

"Wow, you are really on the ball with this aren't you? Well, let's get to business."

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"Dinner?! With the matchmaker?! Damien, do you wish to kill me before my coronation, because if so, you are doing a grand job." Bucky growled.

"Now, now, Your Hi—Bucky, we must get you your perfect match for the coronation. Ms. Y/n is only here to help." Damien sighed.

"Help? Help giving me a bloody headache is what she's doing." Bucky groaned. "Thank you, Damien. I'll be there."

Once Damien closed the door, Bucky screamed, a very unmanly scream mind you, in frustration. Responsibilities, love, dealing with his father, they were all so overwhelming. Grabbing the picture off his nightstand, he slowly ran his fingers over it.

"Mother, I wish you were here. Father hired a matchmaker for me. Can you believe it? He's gone absolutely mad without you. He has no idea what I'm feeling. At least you were sensible."

Wiping the tears from his eyes, Bucky took a deep breath and composed himself.

"Men of the royal family do not show weakness." Bucky mocked thinking of his father.

Smiling, Bucky walked over to his full-length mirror and struck a grumpy pose.

"My son is such a disappointment. If only he were more like Paul Wilson's boy, Sam. He is always listening to his father."

Bucky laughed at the memory. He was pretty proud of himself for his father impersonation.

"What are you doing?" Bucky growled crossing his arms like his father would. "You should be getting ready for the dinner I arranged!"