Summary: You're in an arranged marriage, but your heart only belongs to Bucky.
Word count: 1.1k
A/n: Set in medieval times.
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"This is not fair," you say
"Y/n—"
"No, why should I marry someone I don't love?" You ask cutting your father off.
"It's a good thing for our family. He is the king of his country, you are the princess of this country and now you will be queen," he says and a few tears start to flow down your face. "What about me?" You ask.
He takes a deep breath as he looks at you. His face is expressionless, he has no feeling of guilt, or pity, or frustration, anger. Nothing. That's when you realize that it doesn't matter what you want. It never will. From now on, what happens in your life is going to be decided by other people and you can't do anything about it.
"No," you softly say as you rush out of the room and into yours.
You close the door and lean against it as your stomach twists in pain. This isn't fair. This isn't how life should go. You should be allowed to marry someone you love, someone who loves you. Someone who promises to protect you for the rest of your life. To love and care for you for as long as you live. Not someone who is just using you for the benefit of their country. Someone who just wants you to produce heirs and that's all.
You'll pop out a few children and then they'll find there's nothing to do with you. They'll treat you like dirt and bring dishonor to your marriage by choosing to have a mistress. But God forbid you cheat. That choice will cost you your head. Bringing disrespect towards your King. It's stupid, that's what it is.
A knock on your window shakes those thoughts away as you look over at your window and see Bucky. Quickly, you rush over and open the window to let him in.
"Are you insane? If you're caught—"
"I don't care," he says as he grabs your hands in his. "Run away with me," he says and your jaw drop a bit.
"I can't, I'm getting married tomorrow—"
"You're getting married to someone who isn't me. That's not how it should be. You're supposed to marry me and I don't care what anyone else says. I love you, dear. I love you more than anything," he says and you smile softly.
"Bucky, I love you with all of my heart—"
"Then come with me," he says as he cups the sides of your face with his hands and presses his forehead to yours. "Please darling, please," he begs.
"Okay," you say softly.
A smile breaks out on his face as he leans down and kisses you softly. You smile against his lips and feel him do the same.
"I'll come back for you at nightfall," he says and you nod your head. "Pack lightly." And with another kiss, he heads towards your window and climbs out.
You start packing a bag with only a few items and a lot of money so the two of you won't have to struggle with something like eating dinner.
A knock on your door has you internally panicking. You start to shove your things under your bed and throwing the cover over them before making your way to the door.
Swiftly, you open it and your mother stands before you. "He's here," she says with a smile and you look at her confused.
"Who's here?" You ask.
"The king you are marrying tomorrow," she says as she grabs your hand and starts to walk towards the main hall.
Your father stands in the center with an old man and a younger man. He has long blonde hair and blue eyes, and he's tall. The red cape he's wearing is a bit much though and it makes you want to laugh a bit.
As you and your mother approach, your father stops talking and grabs your arm to pull you forwards. "Ow," you whisper and he gives you a scolding look that makes you shut up.
"Odin, this is my daughter, y/n," he says and the old man smiles at you as he takes your hand in his and bows slightly.
He stands up and releases your hand. He sticks his arm out towards the man standing next to him. "This is my son, Thor," he says.
Thor smiles as he takes your hand in his and bows down to kiss it. "Oh," you say a little surprised.
"It's lovely to meet you," he says and you smile.
"I would love to say the same," you say softly. Your mother and father sigh behind you.
Truth is, Thor seems like a very nice man, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if he's the kindest person in the world. Your heart doesn't belong to him. It never will belong to him.
It will always belong to Bucky.
That will never change no matter what.
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As nightfall nears, you sneak away from the welcome party your parents threw for Odin and Thor, and head back up to your room.
Once you're inside, you grab your bag and shove a few more things in it just as the sound of a knock on your window happens.
You walk over to it and open it so Bucky can come inside. "Hello dear," he says as he grabs your waist in his hands and kisses you softly.
"Hello," you whisper against his lips.
"Are you ready?" He asks and you nod as you grab your bag. He takes it from you and walks over to window. He climbs out and waits for you patiently.
You look over your shoulder at your door before looking back at Bucky. With a deep breath, you climb out of the window and follow as he climbs down.
Once he reaches the ground, he grabs your waist and picks you up to softly set your feet down on the ground. He grabs his bag off the ground and you take your bag from him. You can tell he's about to protest, so you talk before he can, "I am perfectly capable of carrying my own bag. I appreciate the thought though."
He smiles as he leans in and kisses your cheek. He grabs your hand in his and starts walking away from the castle and into the woods. Leaving the life you hate and the people you hate begging you. Just the two of you walking together, hopefully forever.
