Lost (SBI Royal AU x Reader) DISCONTINUED

~ 7 - Greetings ~

Prince Tommy and I walked through the kingdom traversing all different types of streets. Through the lower class Then the middle class. Hell, even the upper class! area of the kingdom. What is the word to describe this place... confounding! bewildering! perplexing! but even with all these synonyms for amazing, I don't think there is a single word to describe this beauty. As Prince Tommy and I travelled out of the rank alleyways and grimy peasant streets - well that's what I assume Tommy calls them - I took a relaxed sigh to know we are now out of risk of being ambushed by those gangsters. The roads and pathways were much more immense and spacious. The upper-class streets were something else. It was nothing I had ever seen before. The cobblestone paths were straight and even without a single pothole in sight! Catching my eyes were the citizens who trekked the paths that were just as perfect with their perfect outfits and perfect posture. It was everything I wished I could be. Even the houses and shops that stood along the path were perfect. They all stood proud and tall with windows allowing a view into the lives of the glorious and rich.

We began nearing the gracious castle, I looked upon the strong walls that protect the individuals in the castle with its life and the windows with a warm glowing light existing. We ambled through a dark wooded archway that lead into a elongate, persian carpeted hallway. A crowd of maids, bulters and guards bomabred the prince questioning the young boy of his recent whereabouts which to he only answered with "places". Prince Tommy then proceeded to grasp my wrist and drag me through the mob of the castle's employees. After the barrier of people, we roamed through endless hallways that were delicately candle light and had mirrors and family portraites decorating the sturdy castle walls. This felt welcoming and homely, something I hadn't felt in years. However, I was then stopped at the towering extensive door, it was safe to say I now felt mildly intimidated. I took a deep breath in before the doors of terror opened.

Prince Tommy lead me into a rather large dining room. The walls are dark and strong but elegant, decorated with family portraits framed in a shimming gold frame. Long, dark green curtains draped over the glass strained windows, painted with yellow and red patterns. On the thick, dark wooded table, soft cloth and painted china are placed to served to contain specially made food. Grabbing my eyes was a thick Hanukkah bush dangling from the impressive chandelier emitting light. There was a grand fireplace decorated with intertwining squiggles giving the warmth so many desire. Some would say this is a paradise and I would agree.

At this table three men sat. The first man had brown curly hair that laid upon his forehead and chocolate brown eyes that reminded you of your dear mother. As an outfit her wore a white button up shirt layered under a cotton yellow jumper and stripped back and grey trousers. He realised a warm and loving atmosphere unlike the man sitting opposite him. Just like positions at the table the two did seem to complete opposites. The other man appeared to be rather bulkey that matched his crinsome red, sinister eyes and had pink wavy hair that flowed down to his waste and on his blush coloured hair was golden crown with blue gems embedded in them. This man clearly had a remarkably extensive style that consited on the same white button up as the other man, plain black trousers and an vast cloak that rested on his shoulders. The final man seemed kind natured, he wore a white and green bucket hat that was placed neatly on his golden hair that was a simular colour to his youngest son. He wore wide legged black trousers that had green trimings on the end and a wrap around jacket. (I'm note sure what his character wears is called) They didn't look very regal ,apart from that one frightening man, but tommy doesn't so why would they? And who am I to judge, someones outfit doesn't depict if they could run a country or not.

"Dadza, you must meet this woman who saved me from a savage group of criminals!" vocalised Prince Tommy.

"Tommy you are so dramatic" The king sighed "and Thank you young maiden" King Philza added before glancing at me. When the King studied me a look of shock or was it horror, I couldn't tell, washed over his ageing face.

"What is your name, young lady?" King Philza questioned.

"My name is Y/n L/n sir" I replied.

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Authors Note:

Big thanks to @causeforconcern who helped me write this chapter!

I am sorry for the short chapter since I've got some writers block atm. I haven't made a chapter for a while because I had mocks, then I got covid and then I got a quite bad sineus infection but I'm going to come back up to posting weekly again :)

Have a nice day and don't forget to drink water!