I'm The Prince's Soulmate

A New Chance

Peter groaned in his sleep as he shifted in his sleep. His legs hurt like hell, and his mattress was just so comfortable. What did he even have to do today? Then memories started flashing in his head of the previous night. Dancing, taking a few drinks, the prince, he knows. Peter shot up immediately, eyes shooting open. He quickly reached over at the nightstand nabbing his glasses, and looking around his room. The dress, and petticoat he had worn were lying on the floor, but there was no sign of the mask, nor wig. 

"Oh shit." He knows that wasn't his real hair. What else did he tell them that revealed who he was? He wore glasses, he had religious trauma, and he lived by the woods when he was young. Those are all fairly common things. So he was in the clear, he had doubts that Bryce even saw his hair so surely he was in the clear. He let out a sigh of relief as he got out of bed, noticing a blue rose on his nightstand. A light blush dusted his face as he picked the flower up. A small ache in his heart as he looked at the flower. He probably didn't deserve a gift as lovely as this. Though he did not want it to wither as quickly as it would. He walked into his kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it with water. He didn't want to keep it in his main room just in case anyone saw it from his window. But his bedroom was near the back of the house, and he had doubts anyone would see it from the messy little garden attached to his house. Placing the makeshift vase on the nightstand before walking into the bathroom. Yet when he looked in the mirror he nearly passed out. On his neck where two very noticeable hickeys. One up by his jawline, and one on his collar bone. Jesus christ how could he have let that happen? Peter took a deep breath as his eyes landed on the makeup pallet he had been using to cover his soulmate mark. Well at least that would help while he would wait for his hickeys to fade.

When he was done he had to take note of how bright it was outside. Then he remembered he had work. Another wave of panic shot through him as he rushed over to his closet, throwing on a high collared button up shirt, pants, and usual boots. He was about to just grab his satchel and run out; he recalled the dress. He couldn't keep it. Not only would it be suspicious, but it was also not his. He grabbed it and the shoes and stuffed it into the satchel, making it look significantly more bulky. Now he was ready to go. Rushing into town despite his already pain stricken legs. When he finally arrived Angelica was already there. "Jesus Christ Peter, are you okay?" Angelica asked as she noticed how out of breath he was. "Sorry I'm late." Peter replied as he dropped his satchel under the table. "Oh you're fine. I actually just got here." Angelica replied as Peter looked at her annoyed. "What?" He mumbled as Angelica couldn't help but laugh. "Are you serious?" Peter asked furiously. He dashed here almost all for nothing. Angelica let out another laugh. "Dude almost everyone overslept after last night, it doesn't matter what time you would be here." Peter couldn't be too mad, but seriously it was so annoying. "Also, do you think you can help me get some stuff from behind the wagon?" Peter raised a brow as Angelica had a bag in her hand. It hit him that she had his clothes from yesterday. "Yeah sure." He replied as he grabbed his satchel and walked behind the wagon. Angelica pulled his neatly folded clothes and his boots. While he pulled the stupid stuffed dress, and shoes. The two made an exchange of clothes with Peter stuffing his clothes back into his satchel while Angelica struggled to stuff the dress into the bag. 

"So how was last night?" Angelica asked as Peter felt his gut drop. "Well, uhm he saw the mark, and I ran away." Angelica looked up at him with a jaw dropped wide open. "Yeah so he grabbed the wig and it was making it hard for me to escape so I ended up throwing the wig, and mask off and now he has them." Angelica let out a disappointed sigh. "You do realize there is going to be a massive manhunt for you know." "What?" Was that a joke? But looking at Angelica's serious face he came to the realization that it was not a joke. "You're his soulmate, they're going to be looking all over for you. Especially now that they know that you are out there." Angelica explained as she finally got the dress in her back. Peter began to feel some sweat dripping down his neck. He was now actually terrified. "There isn't much evidence it was me. Besides I have my doubts that anyone saw my actual hair." Angelica sighed. "That's true, but if you want to get close to your soulmate again how are you going to get close to him again considering everyone is now on the hunt for a woman?" She got him there. Now there really wasn't any way for them to get close. He really did shoot himself in the foot there.

The day went back slowly to his dismay. All day there were whispers about the mysterious girl that had danced with Prince Bryce. That ran away and broke his heart despite being soulmates. Rumors were flying around that the person was a fake, and had panicked. All just making things worse for Peter. He was holding back tears almost all day. Only making matters worse was the several amounts of fake tattooed on soulmate marks near the neck. At least Angelica's two big bags of tattoo remover, and eight cases of water bottles came in rather handy. At least it was giving him some relief. By the end of the day he was just done. Angelica clearly noticed his change, but he just instead he was fine. While walking home he looked around the now less crowded street. Catching couples out of the corner of his eyes just adding to the regret. God why did he have to do that? Why did he think going in disguise was a good idea? His breathing was shaky before he bumped into someone. "Sorry." He muttered. 

"Hey I remember you." Peter froze in place as he slowly turned around. Only to be met face to face was prince Bryce. He felt fear run through his veins. Did he know he was Angel? He said something he didn't quite catch as he handed the reins to his horse before turning back to him. "Peter, right?" Peter felt some small relief that he didn't know he was Angel, but still some sadness. "Oh, yeah. Hi, may I help you?" Peter asked, as Bryce walked over. "How have you been?" Bryce asked as Peter raised a brow. "Good, I'm heading home." "Mind if I walk with you?" "Uhm sure if you want to." Peter was so confused. Was it because he felt bad after what had happened during delivery? "So how have you been doing?" Peter asked. Bryce shrugged. "Kind of down after my ball. I'm sure you've heard some of the rumors about it?" Peter nodded. "Yeah, it's been buzzing all day, though I don't know anything if that's what you are asking." He hoped his lie would pass through, though he internally cringed inside. "That's alright, by the way I saw you working at the marketplace, is that your only job?" Bryce asked as Peter raised a brow. "Yeah? Why do you ask?" Peter began to feel a bit nervous. "Well I know farmers don't always make much." Peter shrugged, for someone who spent most of their time in the palace he did seem to know a bit about his citizens. "Well it pays me decently, though I could always use a bit more money." Peter said as they approached his house. He could feel his heart beginning to accelerate. What if Bryce asked to go inside with him? He might see the rose? Then he would know. 

"Well here's my house." Peter said as they arrived at the small cabin he lived in. "Oh it looks nice." No need to lie. After all he lived in a freaking palace and his house was absolute shit. "Well see you around sometime." Peter said as he opened the door. "Peter." Peter looked back at Bryce with the door to his house half open. Bryce reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a card. "If you want, I'd like to invite you to work at the palace." Peter almost couldn't believe it. Was he actually hearing this man correctly? Was this just a dream? "I" Peter hesitantly reached out, but was fearful to actually take it. Would he sign himself into an unbreachable contract with him? "It's just for the weekdays since the market is more busy on weekends. I'll give you time to talk it over with your current employers, and think it through, but if you say no that's understandable." Peter looked up into his green eyes. Eyes that he stared into the previous night. Finally Peter took the paper card. "I'll think about it." Peter said with a smile. Bryce gave him one back. "Very well. Have a good evening Peter." Bryce said as he began to walk away. "You too." Peter shouted before shutting the door behind him and quickly locking it. His hands were shaking as his mind was rushing with all sorts of thoughts and questions. But one thing was creating this was a new chance to see him. Get close, and get down to things, maybe even gain the courage to finally tell him. Though there was one major question circling through his mind. Why him for a job at the palace?