Bucky Barnes One Shots

My Love

Summary: You're betrothed to Prince James Buchanan Barnes.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: arranged marriage, smut.

"Your grace. It's time to wake up," Wanda says as she gently shakes you awake. You groan and pull the covers over your head. "Y/n, you are to marry Prince James today. You must get up," Wanda says.

She pulls the covers off of you. You look at her and smile. "What would I do without you, Wanda?" You ask.

"You would miss your wedding," she says. You nod your head in agreement and get up.

"I still think this is a terrible idea. I've only met Prince James once, and we all know how that went," you say.

"You mean when the two of you argued through the whole meal and then you refused to spend the rest of the night in his study to get to know each him better?" Wanda asks as she pulls out your wedding dress.

"Precisely," you say.

"Well, just remember, this union will be good for both kingdoms. Your marriage to Prince James will put off any wars between England and France," Wanda points out.

"Wanda, why don't you go make sure everything is in order?" You suggest.

"But who will tend to you?" Wanda worries.

"I will be fine. Thank you," you say and hug her. Wanda smiles before obeying your wishes and leaving you alone.

You sigh and sit on your bed. You think for a few minutes before you stand back up and look over your dress.

Lace wraps around the bottom of the white fabric. A river of glitter runs down the sleeves. The dress was your mother's. She had made it her mission to keep it safe so you could wear it. Then your daughter could wear it. And her daughter. And so on.

You open the door and turn to your guard. "Clint, would you please find lady Natasha for me?" You ask sweetly.

"Yes, your grace." Clint bows before walking the other direction towards Natashas quarters.

"Are you nervous, my queen?" Your second guard, Scott asks.

"Not as much as I should be," you say.

"Prince James will love you, my queen," Scott says as he gives you a sweet smile.

"One can only hope. This marriage is not happening because Prince James and I love each other. It is happening because the fate of our kingdoms depend on it. In reality, Prince James and I may never love each other. He may decided to have a mistress for all I care," you say.

"Well, I hope that you will be happy, my queen," Scott says as he bows.

"Thank you," you say before walking back into your room.

A few minutes later, Natasha walks in. "You sent for me?" She asks. You nod and wave her over to sit next to you on your bed.

"I seem to be feeling... rather nervous," you say.

"Nervous about marrying Prince James?" Natasha asks. You shake your head, "no not so much that. More of— what's to happen tonight."

Natasha nods in agreement, "I see what you mean."

"Nether the less. If he doesn't like what I give him, that is his problem. After all, until we wed, he is still a prince. Where as I, am a queen," you say with a smile. Natasha smiles back.

"Come lady Natasha, let us get ready," you say as you stand up.

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