Once Upon a Time x Reader One Shots

Charming - David

A/N: You guys are welcome to request.

You weren't excited about the idea of an arranged marriage. Like most young girls, you believed in marrying for love, not power or business. But your father, King Allen, believed that your marriage to King George's son would unite the warring kingdoms and provide peace. You would go through with it, of course, because it was your father's wish and he was the King, but you believed your heart would never be in it.

It was time to meet your fiance

You wore a simple gown that accented your curves and kept you warm in the chilly December air. You clasped your gloved hands together as you sat under the gazebo with your father, waiting for King George and his son to arrive. You weren't given any details on the prince's personality. All your father talked about was his fighting ability and how he'd make a great match for you to rule the kingdom. You worried that he would be a pompous jerks, as most princes you'd met were. If his only good qualities were his fighting skill and natural ability to rule, how could he be a good person?

You fought this presumption when you saw his face. King George and his son approached, bowing respectfully. You and your father returned the gesture before the kings introduced you and the prince.

"This is my son, Prince James," King George stated, turning to look at his son.

"My daughter, Princess (y/n)," your father returned. James offered you his hand, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles. You blushed at the gentle touch, immediatley lost in his sky blue eyes.

"Let's give them a minute alone," your father stated, leading King George away. They headed back to the castle, leaving you and James alone in the gazebo.

"I brought these for you," James smiled, extending his other hand to you. He revealed a bouquet of roses in varying colors. You smiled and accepted them, holding them to your nose. Your eyes closed at the sweet smell.

"Thank you," you said softly. You sat down at the white metal table under the gazebo, looking at James as he sat across from you.

You spent hours talking about anything and everything. The conversation rarely lagged, and when it did, James would simply give you another compliment. But unlike the other princes you'd known, who showered you with false compliments so you wouldn't push them away, you believes his words and his intentions. You had shared views- that marriage should be for love instead of power and that royalty shouldn't always act like priveleged babies- as well as numerous things in common, like favorite foods and time of day. You felt closer to Prince James than you had to anyone in a long time.

The sun began to set, and James mentioned that he should be getting you back to the castle. Your heart fell. You didn't want your day with him to end. You agreed to stay and watch the sunset before heading back.

You moved your chairs closer to the edge of the gazebo so that you could see the entire horizon. Your chair was right next to James', so close that your arms touched when you rested them at your sides. You resisted the urge to rest your head on his shoulder.

While your gaze was stuck on the colorful sky, all James could look at was you. He smiled softly at the way the sun danced in your eyes, and he fully believed that your eyes were the most beautiful color he could see.

The sun finally set and darkness took over the sky. A chill ran up your spine as you rose from your chairs, pulling your layers tighter against your body to combat the wind. James noticed your chill and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. You smiled up at him, leaning into his hold and resting your head on his shoulder.

When you reached the castle, he stopped outside to bid you goodnight. You looked up at him, smiling at the warmth of his hands on your hips.

"Tonight was really nice," you murmured. "Thank you, James."

His smile faltered and he cleared his throat. "Since we're betrothed, I think I should tell you something."

You tilted your head curiously. "What is it?"

"James was my brother," he replied. "My name is David."

You decided to wait until your next date to ask for details. For now, you stood on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He turned his head and caught your lips, bringing one hand to rest on your cheek.

"Goodnight, David," you smiled.

"Goodnight, (y/n)."