Julie and the phantoms visuals, imagines and preferences

•ROYALS // REGGIE PETERS•

"Your majesty, it's time to get up! We have a big night ahead of us!" My lady in waiting, Sophia, calls out as she whips open my curtains, causing the harsh sunlight to almost blind me. I had gone down for a nap after a long day of pretending that I'm a fancy person, when I'm reality, I hate being fancy.

"Just five more minutes, I promise!" I groan, shoving my head into the pillow.

"Ma'am, you've been booked to attend a concert on your grandmothers behalf, that is something to look forward to." I didn't need to look at her to know that she was rummaging through my closet, to find a suitable dress for the day.

"Why do I have to go? Can't Harry do it, he's the one who's into music!" I finally peer at Sophia, the light still burning slightly. Harry was my older brother, who loved music, and who could always make any kind of situation fun.

"Unfortunately he has a military event to attend today, your majesty." I watched as she pulled out one of the newer dresses, and laid it on the ottoman along the front of my bed.

"Do we really have to go full royal today, why can't I just wear a shirt and jeans?"

Sophia laughs at my idea, knowing that it would never be allowed.

"If we're going full royal today, can I at least pick my dress?" I pout as Sophia dramatically thinks about it.

"Okay, your majesty, but please make sure it meets the requirements for formal wear." She walks out of my room, to go get my breakfast, leaving me alone to go through my wardrobe.

I eye out a few of the newer dresses, although none of them really catch my eye. As I get toward the end, I am met with a sky blue tulle dress, and I know instantly, that that's the dress I'll be wearing today. I unhook it from the closet rod and place it next to the dress that Sophia picked out.

"Deciding to disobey everyone again?" I head from my bedroom door. I turn my head and see Harry dressed in his military uniform, with a clear smirk on his face.

"I wish I could, but I've heard they can decapitate someone for that, and I quite like my neck." He laughs at my answers, but steps into the room, and looking down at the two dresses laid on my bed.

"Which one are you wearing?"

"Blue." I walk to my vanity and start my morning skin routine, before I start on my makeup.

"Let me guess, Sophie picked out the white one, and you hated it, so you bargained and chose the blue one." He walks over to me and looks at me from behind the mirror.

"I would look like I'm getting married, if I wore Sophia's choice, and you really should stop calling her that, if anyone hears that, and figured out you're having a little fling with her, she'll be fired straight away." I curl my eyelashes and stare at Harry, waiting for a witty remark.

"Maybe we shouldn't keep it a secret anymore." He sets down a box, which takes me a minute to realize what it is. I snap my head toward him, and back to the box, flicking it open, to reveal our grandmothers engagement ring.

"How did you even get this?" I know our grandmother would've never just handed it over, especially if she knew Harry was planning on marrying a member of her staff.

"I told her I found a princess, while on my trip to Hawaii last year." He smirks, grabbing the box again, and shoving it in one of his many pockets.

"You are gonna be in so much shit." I laugh maniacally.

"Language!" Sophia warns as she walks in, holding the tray carrying my breakfast.

She sets it in front of me, as I thank her. She steps back, eyeing the door, and then quickly kissing my brother before anyone comes into the room.