Peasant | A Phan AU

| Meeting Daniel |

*Chapter One*

Philip was woken up by the maid knocking on the door. As always, she strode into the room when he didn't respond. The raven haired boy shoved his face into his pillows, dreading the day to come. Elyzabeth hurried around the room, grabbing the prince's outfits for the day.

"You must get up, Philip! You have horseback riding with Martyn in an hour," she told him, gently shaking his shoulders.

"But why? It's such a ridiculous thing," he sighed, trying to earn himself extra time in bed.

"The queen seems to think that horseback riding is essential for princes. I don't see why you need to practice four times a bloody week though, you're already quite skilled, your highness." Elyzabeth remarked, her rebellious side showing.

A small smile played across the prince's face at her words. Philip felt very lucky that Elyzabeth had been assigned to him; all of the other maids were rude, old, and could probably be charged with witchcraft. Elyzabeth was the youngest, nicest, and always treated him the best. She was probably his only friend in the huge castle that Philip called home.

Philip sat up reluctantly, stretching his arms above his head. The sun was shining through his open curtains, effectively lighting up the room. He draped his legs over the bed and stood up, letting out a loud yawn.

Elyzabeth immediately began to make his bed as soon as he stood up. After that, she laid four outfits at the foot of the mattress. "Your schedule for the day is horseback riding with Martyn at eight, lunch at noon, archery at three, and dinner at six. Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes, darling." She said smoothly, exiting the room afterwards.

The prince exhaled deeply, running a hand through his dark hair. Philip slowly pulled on the tight trousers, loose shirt, and close-fitting vest. He quickly stepped into his boots as well, before shuffling to the door. His legs felt numb and stiff, but he trudged on. Philip was definitely not a morning person, but the royal family had a very busy schedule that had to start as early as possible.

He went down three flights of stairs and multiple hallways before he reached the dining hall. There were fifteen princesses at the table, each wearing elegant dresses. Philip sat next to Martyn, as he always did. Even as little kids, the brothers were very close and rarely argued.

His brother leaned close to him and whispered, "Which princess do you fancy?"

Philip gulped and quickly scanned the girls. He had been forced to memorize each of their names, kingdoms, and personalities. Some of the princesses were quite young, and others were around the prince's age. Victoria, the youngest princess, was only fourteen. Philip hated that they were being forced to marry at such a young age, but that was royalty. He whispered in Martyn's ear, "Perhaps Florence. It's too early for me to decide."

Out of all fifteen princesses, Philip thought that Victoria, Florence, Diana, and Emmilia were the most intriguing. The problem was that he could never like them romantically even if he wanted to. They were the nicest and, by his standards, the prettiest. Even though he was homosexual, he could tell that they were beautiful.

With a chuckle, the older prince replied, "Estella is the one for me. She would be my perfect bride."

Both of the boys looked over at the mentioned princess. She had royal blonde hair, with curly ends. Her eyes were stunning and green. Estella was slim, but with the curves of an hourglass. Philip couldn't see the appeal, but then again, he didn't like girls. He started to daydream, his thoughts wandering to the boy he had seen at the king's funeral. Philip could remember him faintly, with his chocolate colored curls and honey brown eyes.