We hosted a small banquet to celebrate. For Some of Amielle's friends and mine. Belle and El arrived first, we were so happy. One of Amielle's British pal arrived.
His name is Kieran Charles Richardson, Britain's one of hottest princes arrived. He studied at Oxford and graduated last month. He has silver-grey eyes, brown locks, long lashes, perfect shaped face and pearly white teeth. He's so stunning!
"Hi Delancy" He greeted me in his thick British accent. My green eyes widen in shock. He doesn't look like this when we were thirteen, puberty hit him hard.
"Uh... H-Hi!" I stammered. Stammering is bad for a princess. Really bad.
He chuckled, showing off his dimples. Gosh! He's so cute! I'm totally crushing on someone now!
"Why are you always so cute, love" He said walking towards me and kissing my hands. I blushed.
"Is that a complement? Prince Kieran" I answered.
He winked at me and offered his arm that I gladly took. Today, the betrothal news is not in my head. Today, I will enjoy before I face my reality.
"Congratulations, princess" Kieran whispered too close to my ears.
"Thank you. Congratulations to your graduation day, Prince Kieran" I answered keeping a straight face as we came to view to everyone.
"Call me Kieran" He winked facing me.
"Call me Delancy" I answered back.
He gripped my hands just like I wanted. They looked at us with wide eyes, Clarkson dropped his fork. Maxon eyed our locked hands.
"Well! Well! Well, look who came to visit" Amielle broken the silence as he cross the room. "Kieran. My man!"
"Amielle, Bro!" They had this man hug.
"I can see you're with my sister, eh!?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Don't look at me that way! I saw him outside that's all" I shrugged.
Then Kieran whispered something to Amielle's ears that made him smirked at me, I looked away. I started walking at my seat beside Maxon.
"Your Majesties!" He curtsy.
"Kieran. Britain's handsome prince!" Father addressed him like that.
"King Nathan!" He gasped and gave him a pat.
"Who's that?" Maxon asked eyeing Kieran. Sweet Kieran.
"Prince Kieran Charles Richardson of Britain. Oxford graduate and one of the hottest guys in the world. He's really beautiful!" I sighed, forgetting that I'm talking to my future fiancé.
I heard Maxon scoffed. Serioulsy?!
"Don't you find him attractive?" I asked. Kieran sat in front of me.
"I don't!" He spat looking at me fiercely.
"I would love it, if I was betrothed to Kieran!" I spat glaring his brown eyes with my green ones.
"Kids, it's not good to fight in front of a guest. Maxon, where are your manners?" King Clarkson interfered.
I looked away from Maxon and kept looking at Kieran. Annabelle noticed my sudden actions, so she texted me.
"Del, stop staring. He'll melt! 😂😂"
"He won't melt. I like him though"
"Seriously?! For the first time, you liked a guy. doesn't sound like Delancy"
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Betrothed (The Selection series and Red Queen Fanfic)
FanfictionDelancy Seraphina Mortensen, Crown Princess of Gardenia is the best friend of Maxon Calix Schreave, Crown Prince of Illéa. Asked if his best friend will help him to choose a girl in his on-going Selection. Delancy on the other hand, is being told...