A/n: Hi, I'm sorry for being inactive. This story has been a draft for a while now. It was on of my first MtP stories I've written, enjoy.
GUIDE:
(Y/n) - your name
(L/n) - last name
(M/n) - mother name
(F/n) - father name
(E/c) - eye color
(H/c) - hair color3rd pov:
Arranged marriage. When (y/n) (l/n's) partets told her she is to be wed, she despised it. She didn't want to meet the noble she is meant to spend the rest of her life with but was forced to do so by her parents. Her younger sister, Luna (l/n), supported her.(Y/n's) pov:
I was nervous and anxious. I don't know what my fiancè will be like. For all I know, he could be like all other nobles; selfish and self centered. Someone knocked on my bedroom door and opened to reveal my sister, Luna. She had the same (h/c) hair as I but she had our father's silver eyes. That is why our parents named her Luna, because her eyes reminded them of the moon. "Are you ready?" She asked and I smiled at her. "Yes, let's go." I told her and the younger girl beamed. "Whoever this gentleman is, he must be glad to have you as a partner. If he treats you badly tell me immediately and I'll sort him out." She said confidently and I sweatdropped. "Luna, have you been hanging out with the street kids again?" I asked her and the (h/c) haired girl stayed quiet. I shook my head, taking her silence as an answer. "I'm sure my significant other won't be that bad." I reassured her. The young woman looked doubtful but left it at that. "My ladies. The carriage is ready." One of the house maids came to tell us. "Thanks Ann." Luna smiled brightly at the tall woman. Ann then shooed the two of us outside, where our parents were waiting.Our parents always showered us with love. Their marriage is strong and they weren't too keen on the idea of the arrange marriage either but they couldn't turn it down. Our parents are in their 40's while I'm 26 and Luna is 23 years old. Without a word, we got into the carriage and rode to where I'll meet my future husband.
Albert's pov:
I sighed for the nth time. I don't understand; why would she personally step in and handle this situation? "Brother, are you alright?" My youngest brother, Louis, asked. "I'm alright, Louis. I just don't understand why the queen arranged this." I told him, sighing once again. "Don't worry too much about it, if the queen personally stepped in then it wouldn't be so bad." William spoke up from the newspaper that he was busy reading. "But the plan." I started to protest. "Don't worry about the plan, I will think of something." William replied with one of his rare, real smiles. I nodded my head, William is right, I shouldn't worry too much about it. A smile of my own came to my face. "Now get ready. It's almost time." Louis urged, tidying the whole manor. Everone had to do their part, even Moran.(Y/n's) pov:
We arrived at the manor, It was a neat and tidy place. A short man with black hair and a blue scarf was working in the garden, caring for the flowers, he seemed to enjoy his work. The carriage driver helped me and my sister out of the carriage while our father helped our mother out.Three men stood in front of the gates, the one on the left was the tallest. He had brown hair that was gelled back and emerald eyes. The one in the middle had blond hair and two side bangs, he had red eyes. The one on the right was shorter than them. He also had blond hair but he had a bang that covered his right cheek while his left side was styled back behind his ear, he wore glasses and had red eyes too.
Luna gasped and paled. "P-professor Moriarty." She greeted the man in the middle. "My, my. Miss Luna, what a surprise." The man smiled kindly. "Oh, so you're the professor I heard so much about. Luna told me that you helped her a lot in math." I said with a smile. "It's nice to finally meet you." I continued. "Please, call me William and It's my job to help a student in need." William replied. "Please come inside." The one with glasses said and we followed them to the the living room.
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Moriarty the Patriot One-shots
Fanfictionx reader one-shots of Mtp The only thing that belongs to me is my own characters that I'll add into the story.