♕ Prince Protection Program ♕// Larry A.U.

~ Prologue ~

I just want to make this clear now that some aspects of the Disney movie, "Princess Protection Program" is going to be used in this book. This storyline may or may not be different but the beginning is most likely going to be the same, but in my interpretation.

This book will most likely include smut, ITS A LARRY FANFICTION and if you don't like that, well, you can leave ;)

I've wanted to make this story for such a long time, but I haven't gotten around to it. I hope you all enjoy x -Jess

Louis's P.O.V.

My fingertips graze over the golden pin that's attached to my royal blue blazer, as I look out into the mountains that surround our simple yet viable country. The sun grazes over the vibrant green and it reflects off of the mirror that stands short in front of my body.

Today is the day. Today is the day of my coronation, and nothing can ruin it.

With the country of Alinora in my hands, I won't let a single thing slip through my fingers. My intentions on making my father and mother proud are concealed, and there isn't going back after today.

I can hear my sisters footsteps hurriedly pacing down the hall, getting the corridors ready to let in the guests of honor for my event, and I'm grateful for her efforts. After my mother passed, she took over the country temporarily as I was too young, but not anymore. After today Alinora is my own, and it's up to me to find a queen and court her for the rest of my life.

A knock on my door leaves me from the thoughts my mind occupied, and my shiny shoes guide me towards it. When I open it, I'm expecting my sister, but that's not what I see at all.

"Connor, what a delightful surprise." I raise an eyebrow at his stature and he smiles, teeth gleaming on show.

"Louis, Ms. Devine wanted me to inform you the kitchen is prepped and every table in the dining room is filled with plates and silverware. Ms. Tomlinson also wanted me to inform you that we are letting guests into the castle in approximately five minutes. You are to be out in one minute and on your way to the throne in the mess hall."

"Connor, how many times do I have to tell you, stop being so formal!" I laugh setting a hand on his shoulder. His expression looks as if he'll crumble under by touch, and he stiffens. "You're the same age as me, for christs sake, live a little." When I punch his shoulder, he lets out a small laugh, a rumble emitting from his chest. I feel accomplished as he runs a hand through his blonde hair. "I'll head down with you right now."

Once the door is safely shut behind me, I head towards the mess hall as we walk in comfortable silence. Connor has always been quite shy, he's been around since I was a kid. After my father passed, I became more of an authoritative figure in my kingdom, and he must of felt as if he had to respect me. That has to be far from the truth.

When we arrive, my eyes catch a glimpse of my throne, the gold gleaming from the rays of the sun. There it sits, before me, almost mocking me of the figure who used to occupy it. The memories don't keep me from sitting on the red velvet, as trumpets sound from outside.

This is it.

The wooden doors before me open wide, hundreds of faces horizontal from the stage underneath me. I smile wide at the ambition and excitement spread on their faces, as there hasn't been a joyous occasion since my sixteenth birthday.

But I am eighteen now. And this is actually happening.

Guests begin to fill the tables as I wave at their attire and bright expressions, mirroring mine. In less than five minutes, every seat is filled, and it's deathly quiet when Wilfred sounds a horn next to me.