Royalty // Luke Hemmings [English Translation]

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"I'm so excited!" Ashton exclaims addressing the prince, holding the keys of our room in his hand.

The blonde guy nods. "I am looking forward to seeing where students of your kind dwell, to be honest." he walks at a steady pace, perfectly upright, with those legs as long as... something very long, you know.

"You better not expect silk toilet paper, Luke, consider yourself lucky if you find some at all."

"Mary, you can't call him Luke or talk to him like that!" Ashton hisses forcing a smile. The same smile you put on your face when on your birthday you get the last thing you could ever ask for, so you just smile hesitantly like: "wow, I love it, It's definitely not making me throw up the milk I drank back in my baby days..."

"How should I call him? His Highess? His Majesty?" then I raise my hand on my forehead as if to get a better look at him. "I'd say His Highness is pretty accurate."

Ashton pushes me away, making me face the door. "Lucas, ignore her... she's quite the boor."

Me? A boor?

"It's okay - His Highness shakes his head - But, Miss, I beg you not to call me Luke. My family would not approve."

I grab the keys from Ashton's hand and open the door, already bored with the boy. As if my brother weren't enough, now I'm stuck with a snobbish 9 feet prince as well. "Mind the ceiling, Little Prince, you don't want a bump on your head." I warn him.

Lucas smiles. "I definitely will not get a bump on my head!"

Ashton laughs, slapping me on my shoulder and getting closer to me. "If you don't be polite to him I swear on my Shakespeare books collection that I'm sending you back to where you belong." he hisses in my ear.

I shiver. "You know what this is?"

"Justice for a good guy whose sister seems to have just left the slums?"

"No, it's violence against women!" I push him out of the way. "Stop slapping me, you prick."

He rolls his eyes, disgusted. "Where did you learn to swear like that? I can't believe you're even an Irwin."

Lucas is watching us, not moving a bit.

"You were adopted, actually." I tell him to cut our little bickering, and then I throw myself not so gently on the sofa, while I watch the prince doing the same, careful to keep his distance from me.

Ashton laughs nervously. "Let's just stop it."

Now it's quiet. Lucas' eyes dart from my brother to me so quickly it's starting to get on my nerves. "Was I adopted?" Ash whispers.

I smirk, trying to find the right words. "I wouldn't say adopted. It was more of a "look at that kid on the curb, I feel sorry for him, let's take him with us" kind of thing."

"This is not a nice thing to say, Miss." Lucas comments.

"Shut up, would you? This is family business."

Ashton pales and his eyes widen. "You've just told Prince Lucas Robert Hemmings to shut up."

Lucas smiles, embarrassed. "It is fine, do not worry Ashton. I guess I should not have intruded in your family business."

"Oh, no..."

"That's right, prince." I call it quits. "It's time to choose the rooms now. There's a single and a double one." I sigh. "I'd say..."

"You and me are sleeping in the double room while the prince is getting the single one."

"I'm getting the single room and you two can have the double one."