Ti Amo, Will

Royals AU Part 1

A/N: OMGS GUYS! I've been kind of ignoring this. Not Wattpad, but this story. Truth is, I was out of ideas (and also grounded for 8 days but...). Anyways. I like this idea, but this is a shortened version of what MIGHT become a story someday. Maybe. Who knows. Anyways, SOOOO SORRY!! Also, over 100 reads???!!! THANKS GUYS! Sorry my author notes are scattered all over the place 😂

This story is all in "Prince" William's POV! ENJOY!! (I hope)

"AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE? What has this country stooped to!? This has to be an all time low, and that's saying something for you two. This is ridiculous!" I said with a huff, talking animatedly with my hands. I will not stand for this. My brothers and sisters got to choose who they married! Why not me?

"Now, William. You are the first born. And you're 20 years old. It's high time you got married." My father, Apollo, said. He was trying to be stern, but it was tough for him. He was usually very laid back.

"First of all, it's Will. Second of all, I don't even want to get married! Please don't force me to, father." I begged him. Hell, I was about to drop to my knees kiss his feet. Anything to get out of marrying a princess.

"That's no way for a king to act, Will." My mother put in. She hardly ever talks in situations like these. I was very surprised she decided to give her two cents.

"William, I think you'll really like this fine young Princess. She's from Italy, and she'll be visiting with her brother. Her name is Bianca and her brother's name is Nico. Please, just give her a chance. She'll be arriving in oh... About 2 hours." My father's voice dropped off at the end, embarrassed about giving me such short notice.

"2 hours!? This is ridiculous. Whatever. I'll go get dressed." I stomped away, angry at my parents. First, they're forcing me to get married. Then, they tell me she's coming today. I am absolutely beside myself with rage.

Look, before you get mad at me for not liking marriage and weddings, I'll stop you. I adore weddings. And I'd love to get married. Just not to a princess. That situation is... very complicated. Never mind.

As I reached my room, I threw open the doors. I kindly excused the maids cleaning my room, and got dressed in a suit. But I left my shoes off to keep my rebellious streak going. I couldn't even imagine the look on my parents' faces when I greeted the guests barefoot.

I went back down stairs, presentable except for my bare feet. The guests would arrive in a little less than an hour. I grabbed Harry Potter, and sat in the foyer to wait.

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Welp. That was short. That was part one. Of four or five probably. I could make a story of this.... But it's easier to put it in here. Anyways, I hope you guys like suspense, and are wanting to know more. I'll hopefully update tomorrow.

Nighty night, Childs.

Ima call you all childs now. I hope you like that name.

Love,
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