The Beautiful King

Part one: the day we met.

It was a typical day in the land of Aliceville. The castle was a lightish pink and white, and there lived a King named Jo Angel, and his Queen Tina. They had one son, named Edgar and he married his princess, Julie. They had two daughters: Mariah and Margret.
Mariah was the oldest, and she was now 18. Usually people have already found their "true love" (keep in mind it's in the 1400s) and she just didn't find anyone.
They didn't force her to marry like any other royal family. But she knew she needed a duke soon.

-Mariahs POV-
"Sir there was a robbery in the village!" The guard came in, bursting into my grandfathers room.
"Mariah get up, we are all heading over there, you know to prove that we are good people!" My mother said.
I slowly got up, putting on my pink silky dress fit for a duchess.
I sat in the carriage in my own little word, only to be forced to get out of the carriage and help my townspeople.
I walked until I heard a guy's voice yell "someone help me!"
The voice was so beautiful. I turned my head and followed.
"Excise me duchess Mariah, may you be in my assistance?" He said bowing down.
His eyes.
His face.
His jawline.
So beautiful.
I didn't know what to say all I did was stutter. "Y-yeah sure"
I followed the beautiful stranger into a run-down shack.
"My dad is sick!"
"Let me get the royal Doctor" I said calling out. They came to help us and gave his dad the proper assistance he needed.
"Thank you so much!" He said.
"No problem, uhh what's your name?" I managed to say.
"Zayn. Zayn Malik my lady." He said grabbing my hand and softly kissing it.
"Nice to meet you." We were interrupted by my father.
"Ahh the Malik's! Your family had always lived in the castle and were the farmers! May I ask why you all left?"
"Well my grandma got sick and we just never went back"
My father had his serious face.
"Well, since we need help in the garden and with our cows and chickens, how about you come work for us young man?"
Zayns face made an 'o' shape.
"Yes! Thank you sir!" He spoke with glee.
"Alright, we will be back to get your stuff."
-Later that day-
I was doing my usual walk down the castle when I saw Zayn working on the garden.
"Hello." I said trying to stay calm. But when his eyes looked into mine I melted inside.
"Hello my lady."
"Well I like to see a working man." I said
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" I asked not realizing what I had just told him.
"No, I thought the word beautiful was just for girls"
I chuckled. "Well Zayn you are a beautiful guy. So beautiful. Your eyes they sparkle, and twinkle, and your body is so nice." I said while touching his bare stomach.
"You're a very lovely lady. I'd honestly thought you'd be rude and not want anything to do with me. I'm not royalty you know. I'm not a prince."
I touched his face.
"But your my prince."
And with that he kissed me.
I felt it. I knew I've found my duke.