Every Prince Needs A Princess (Rivamika)

Chapter 1

"Prince Levi! Your Royal Highness is requested before the throne!" A shrill voice rang in his ears.

"Tell them that I'll be there in a minute, Farlan." Levi sighed, glancing at his male servant, straightening his white, formal coat and neatly starched cravat. "Yes, Your Royal Highness, I will alert His Majesty of your delay." With that, he bowed and exited the room. Levi strolled over to a large mirror at the side of his desk. It was ornately decorated with silver lining and jewels circling it. Isabel, his other servant had polished it just an hour before, so it was sparkling clean with not a scratch or dust to be found, such to Levi's liking.

~Levi's POV~

I absolutely hated being a prince. Perfect this, perfect that. If you're a prince you have to be like this, or be that, do this, or don't do that. Eat like this, bathe like that, wear this ridiculous outfit that makes you look like a prince. That was my daily lifestyle since the day I was born. I hear from everyone, 'Oh! I wish I was a prince, it would be so cool!'. Forget that nonsense. It's the complete opposite for me.

I stood in front of my mirror, making extra adjustments to my cravat. I had just turned 18 years of age on December 25th, my birthday. As I looked around my room, which was indescribably large, I sighed thinking of what I'd have to do next. Life was just as painful as I thought. No one would leave me alone, and I was called by my mother and father every five seconds. With that thought in mind, I left my room, into the Grand Hallway. The truth was, I did live in the biggest mansion in England. Red carpet, cleaned and dusted, every single day. Million pound paintings lining the walls and expensive furniture on every corner. My room was as big as a football stadium, and don't even start on the throne room. My house had 50 different rooms, 30 separate baths, and a large fountain and garden at the front yard.

Though this luxurious life must seem like it was everything you ever imagined, it was basically a prison with lights and decorations on barbed wire. Almost like jail where you have to be perfect. And just that--perfect.

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Levi turned the corner, to meet 2 finely dressed royal guards to meet him.

"Your Highness," they addressed in unison as they pulled open the grand doors to the throne room. The Prince nodded before entering, acknowledging them before they sealed the doors shut behind him.

"Good Morning Levi!" King Erwin's booming voice, filled the room.

"Morning..." Levi sulked before kneeling to the King, "Father,"

"How have you been doing this fine morning, Levi?" Queen Hanji smiled lovingly at her son.

"Not the best," Levi brushed back his black hair, before sitting on his throne to the right of his father.

"As you know, you'll be choosing a princess soon-" Erwin said, turning to him.

"No way." Levi declined bluntly.

"Well, all the princesses of the world will be begging to choose you as their bride a month from now, so get ready." Erwin whispered in Levi's ear, "Choose a pretty one!"

Levi blushed madly and pushed his father away, "Tch..."

The King let out a hearty laugh, "You're good, Levi. Just make sure you act like a prince, not a beggar!" The prince sighed again, looking down at the marble floors, and velvet carpet leading to him. The walls were grand as well, everything in this house was complete royalty. Furniture crafted from the most experienced and intricate craftsmen. Even his crown had been made from pure gold, with diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and sapphires, lining it.

~Levi's POV~

Looking down at the foot of my throne, I saw something. Almost like a illusion of a girl, kneeling before me. She had silky black hair, pale skin as fair as could be, and dark, beautiful eyes. She wore a pure, white dress, elegantly decorated with diamonds and frills. On her head was a tiara made from finely crafted crystal.

I immediately snapped out of the vision, and he had a new feeling in my chest. A feeling of want and need for the girl I had just seen.

"Levi, Levi, Levi!" I had finally noticed that my father had been calling me for quite a while.

"Y-Yes?" I asked, stuttering.

"You are dismissed," He concluded.

I immediately stood up and bowed to my father, then mother. Walking towards the door, the guards sensed my need of leave, and the doors parted before me. Nodding again to the guards, I strolled down the hallways and back up the Grand Stairway to my room. As I entered, the same image of the girl flashed through my mind. I knew she was a princess.

"Your Highness, are you well?" Farlan walked up to greet me, bowing as he did so. My mind had been completely occupied by the girl, I had lost my train of thought.

"Yes, Farlan, I am most well," I answered the dark blonde boy.

Nodding, he continued, "If you are, I must be off, Isabel should be returning for your daily room cleaning. There is creme brulee on your table, if you are hungry. It was just freshly made by Sasha Braus, our new royal chef."

"Thank you, Farlan." I said appreciatively, "You may be off."

"Thank you, Your Highness," he bowed deeply before he started off down the hallway.

I slowly opened my door and closed it back shut behind me. This was such a confusing life to be a prince. Making my way over to my bed, I lay back on the plush down. The bed curtains were neatly tucked back, and the pillars holding the ceiling up were made of white quartz. I quickly spotted the fresh creme brulee sitting on a small, porcelain platter on my desk, encased with a creamy milk chocolate. Too tired to stand up, I inched my way over to my desk and picked up the small delicacy. A silver, newly polished spoon lay beside it.

I slowly picked up my silver utensil and pierced the crispy layer of glazed sugar on top, immediately reaching a soft, creamy layer of sweet pudding. As I slowly ate my first scoop, I savored the lasting sweetness enveloping my mouth. With that, I looked out the window, slowly eating the creme brulee prepared for me, thinking about that vision I had, and about that girl who I knew nothing about.