Our Secrets Will Go To Our Graves. [King!Cas and Servingboy!dean. Destiel AU]

Chapter 1

(Pic of Dean)
Dean POV:
Walking up the last hill on my journey to the kingdom Ielzidoor, the castle was in sight and it was enormous. Being a simple country boy, who lived on the run I never imagined I'd ever see anything quite like this. It was, ironically, magical.
Walking through the palace gates, my eyes tried to capture everything, remember every beautiful and enchanting detail about this place. Each piece of marvel, each crack, ever person.

The colours that radiated from the ladies gowns and made the place look even more lively, full of colour and life. I knew there was a large grin plastered on my face and that I most certainly appeared as a mad man. But let's settle a problem first, I am most definitely, undeniable, a mad, filterless, man with magic.

There in lays the issue. The main issue, the issue that carries the penalty of death. Magic. Magic is outlawed in all kingdoms in the realm, because it is deemed evil and dangerous. There is no where, if you have magic, that you are safe and not constantly living in fear and trepidation of what could potentially happen to you. Well no where, unless you want to travel and live in the forbidden forests, the ice lands, or the scorching trails. All of witch have been proved uninhabitable by many who have tried and dies. Therefore my best option is to hide my magic. Hide the face Im a monster.

Going to the food stands, I buy some break and a chicken. There's this weeks dinner. Smiling to myself I was lucky to have someone to stay with. Someone I had met all on my own, the royal blacksmith. He's an old friend, used to live out in the farms with us, that is until he decided to make his own way.  And he ended up here, he's like an uncle to me.

Going upto the castle guards I feel their hands press against my chest.
"Name." Was all they said.

"Uh Dean? I just moved here, I staying with the blacksmith Bobian, Bobian Singer?"
Watching the realisation pass their faces I smile at them politely as they let me pass. Asking several, good looking maid for directions, I eventually manage to find his home in the castle, well it's attached to the castle but close enough right?

Knocking on the door, I hear no answer. Waiting for a movement or anything to come I knock again but this time the door opens on its own. Panic begins to swell up in my chest.

"Bobby?" I shout the nickname we gave him on the farm, pushing the door and rushing in I see Bobby who smiles at me and a tall raven haired, pale, blue eyed angel. However his mouth did not give that impression at all.

"And who do you think you are barging in?"

"Uh sorry friend, I was just worried about Bobian, he's like an uncle to me and is putting me up."

"Do I know you?" His voice came across narcissistic, oh yeah I could definitely use my magic to make him trip up.

"No. Sorry." I didn't mean that apology, but my mother raised me with manners, unlike some peoples. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Bobby rubbing his head.
"Yes you called me friend?"

"My mistake. I wouldn't have a friend that's such a-" before I managed to finish my sentence Bobby cut in.

"Boys please! Prince Castiel, Dean meant no harm, see he didn't know who you are, just got into town this morning."

Oh so you're a royal arse, that's good to know, I said to myself, managing to keep my smile down, because I was damn proud of that comment.

"It's fine Bobian, just se that it doesn't happen again" turning to me, our eyes locked, his ice blue against my piercing green "I expect an apology".

"And you'd get one if I was in the wrong, but I ain't apologising to an ass." Bowing slightly I say my last comment "your highness" .

Castiel POV:
No one has ever spoken to me like that. Confusion leaked into my bitter laugh. I don't know what this boy thought gave him the right to speak to a prince like that. The prince of Ielzidoor for Christ sakes.