5sos Shorts

"Modern Prince Part One" l.h. (request)

AN: 5SecondsOfMaisie requested a short with her and Luke, so the Maisie in this short is separate from the one who's appeared before. This short will have TWO parts. The first will be a Maisie POV to set the stage, and the second a Luke POV. I hope you enjoy c:

Maisie's POV:

I had seen him and his family so many times in my thus far short life. Them, with their clear blue eyes and fair skin and elegant blond hair. With their backs straight and their shoulders broad and pushed back. They wore royalty as they were supposed to. Like they were born into it; because they were. The Hemmings' royal reign seemed everlasting. Prince turned king and princess turned queen, generation after generation. The next king of my generation is the Royal Prince Luke Hemmings.

The palace was an extensive, grand building. Beautiful marble floors and intricately decorated walls and ceilings. The hallways seemed endless and there were more rooms than one could count in a day without getting lost. There were multiple levels, from the shadowy dungeons below to the beautiful topiary and flower garden on the roof.

"Maisie? Is that you?" I heard the princess ask as I approached her door. Her fair head peered out the doorway, blonde hair cascading regally as her perfect pink lips spread in a grin.

"Yes, Princess Amity." I answered teasingly.

"Well, come on, then!" She giggled, doing a little dance before pulling me into her room.

She and I were of the same age, even having the same birthday. We were both fifteen-sixteen in only a month. In fact, the royal ball later was to be where Princess Amity would meet her first suitor. I didn't even pretend to not be jealous of her.

"Are you excited for the banquet this evening?" I asked with a smile when the door was shut. Behind closed doors, we dropped formalities. Behind closed doors, we were only two fifteen year old girls, giddy at the possibility of love from a handsome man and a chance to go to a ball.

"I truly am!" She nodded in excitement. "I've heard such stories of the Irish prince. I'm very eager to hear them from him!"

"I've heard he's quite handsome," I spoke with a serious face before a grin broke free and I waggled my brows suggestively, "but he's hardly a gentleman, if you know what I mean."

"MAISIE!" Amity shrieked, breaking into a fit of giggles for a minute until she calmed down and took my hands in her own. "Oh, you will be attending this ball, won't you?"

"Sadly, no," I shook my head as I responded in disappointment. "I don't own any dresses worthy of a royal ball. I also don't have an invitation. Besides, I'm sure my father needs my help tonight."

"No, no, no!" Amity proclaimed, throwing up her hands and stomping to her wardrobe. "That simply won't do! I need my best friend to be there when I meet my future husband!"

"Future husband?" I repeated in amusement. "You haven't even met the guy yet!"

"Oh, but Maisie, the stories! The adventure, the intrigue... I've no doubts I'm going to love him." Amity assured me with a nod. "I'm going to talk to father and convince him you need to be with me at the ball. Now come here so can find you find something to wear!"

"Okay!"

We opened her wardrobe and shuffled through the dresses. We were maybe two minutes into our search and we'd found both a pink dress and a purple dress Amity was sure I should wear, but couldn't decide between the two. She was so excited that I hadn't the heart to tell her I didn't really fancy either one.