shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

royalty {part three}

shawn mendes imagines
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alessia's pov

"nobody is disappointed at anyone here, we just have some questions," shawn's mother, who i learned to be karen, said.

my heart was beating hard against my chest, my nerves shot. tonight, shawn and i's family were together to discuss the objectification that shawn put forth yesterday at my wedding.

i was relieved and happy that he stood up, as my feelings for him didn't compare to ones for nathan. i liked nathan, don't get me wrong, but i couldn't picture a life with him.

my parents had always pushed me to marry royalty, but then i met shawn.

my perspective on what love was flipped upside down and when i found myself getting closer with him, i knew we could never be.

being only young, the thought of being married gave me chills. i didn't want to commit to something so early, especially with someone i didn't love, and am very relieved that the whole thing is off.

"honey, did you know shawn felt this way about you?" mom asked me from across the table.

"yeah," i nodded after a minute, glancing quickly at shawn who sat beside me. he knew how nervous i was, and felt his hand squeeze mine in assurance underneath the table.

"do you feel the same way?" she spit out another question, my heart lurching and heaving.

"y-yeah," i said, squeezing his hand back, "i do."

there was silence for a minute before karen spoke up, "shawn, you never told us. why?"

"because she was already engaged. what was i supposed to do? tell you i had feelings for someone who was marrying a prince?" shawn said, "she was told she had to marry into royalty, and that's not me. she could have had better, but she wanted me instead."

"we would have discussed things, then maybe the wedding could have been called off early," karen said.

"nobody would have listened, that's the thing," i said, all eyes now on me, "being told you have to marry into royalty at eighteen doesn't make it easy to come out and confess that i wanted to be with a server. to you guys, he's less fortunate. to his parents, i'm too high class. but i don't want that anymore, i want us all to be the same. i want to be with him."

nobody said anything, knowing far to well what i said was true.

the few times i discussed shawn with my parents, it was dismissed because he wasn't royalty.

i hated that.

i didn't care what his job was and that he wasn't the prince.

i didn't care and i still don't.

"things have always been this way, for as long as i can remember," mom said, "it's just the way things are, sweetie, if we had have known how you actually felt we wouldn't have pushed you. we wouldn't have dismissed you every time you spoke about him with us. we would have supported you."

"wait," karen said, her fingers on her temples, "is this why you asked me a bunch of questions yesterday before the wedding?"