Winning the Prince's Heart

Chapter 1: Prince Chanson's 18th Birthday

Prince Chanson's POV

Rolling over on my king (or prince hardy har har) sized four poster bed I am surrounded by blue and green balloons and confetti for my super fantastic 18th birthday! Hooray! Can't wait to see what dear mummy and daddy are going to get me seeing as I already have everything. Note all the sarcasm in my voice, because I absolutely hate my parent making a big deal about everything in my life.

I can't wait to see if thy get me a brand new sports car or two, or five like they did last year and the year before that! Although it would be great to be able to actually drive a single one of them. For Christ sakes I have a fucking yellow Lamborghini, vintage forest green 1967 Ford Mustang, and my favorite blood red Porsche. Yet my parents don't allow me to drive myself and make my chauffeur drive me everywhere!

I'm fucking 18 years old and I'm not allowed to drive. Although I have always secretively been driving wherever I want whenever I want even before I turned 16. When I am driving fast down the road and a cop pulls me over thy are soon to turn a blind eye with a wave of a couple hundred dollars and my ID showing who I am and I'm on my way without another word.

Anyway trying to distract my mind from why my dear parent could possibly have planned for me I gingerly pick my way through the festive birthday...stuff. Walking around party balloons the size of baby beached whales I make my way to my on-suite. With a touch of a button my custom made waterfall shower is turned to the perfect steamy temperature.

Sliding off my my Calvin Klein boxers that I sleep in I slip into my shower an try to take my mind off of what could possibly be waiting for me when I get out. Soaping up and washing my silky soft brown hair I allow the water to run over my biceps and feel the soapy water run over my six pack that requires 100's of crunches per week to maintain with the rich food in the castle.

Shutting off the shower with the steam still surrounding my body I step out onto the heated floor and wrap a towel around my waist. With the towel securely around my waist u walk over to my giant walk-in closet the size of a small shop in mall. My closet has every single designer fashion clothing line you could ever imagine. I have designer custom made shoes from Italy and custom made suits that cost more than what the average middle class family would make.

Bypassing every designer label suits, I make my way to the back of my closet to the where the clothes I actually wear. I look around and decide to choose clothes that my parents, especially my 'elegant' mother would most disapprove of. Picking out a pair of custom made Clavin Klein boxers, some ripped black jeans, red and black plaid button down with the sleeves rolled up to my elbow and my red Converse.

Looking in my three way mirror I smirk at my appearance and am pleased at what I see. Running my fingers through my already tousled hair I can tell that my dear mummy and daddy wouldn't be pleased, which makes my smirk turn into a full blown grin. My grin shows off my dimples that my mother would say makes me 'just so handsome' and slowly with that thought the grin drops and gone goes the dimples.

Returning to my bathroom I generously apply gel to my tousled hair to make my famous 'just rolled out of bed, but still looks sexy' hairstyle that makes the lady's swoon. Yes if you were wondering I take my appearance very seriously and love to piss off my snooty little parents. But what the hell can they do now? I'm legally an adult and they can't do anything about what I do now! Anyways better stop admiring myself and see what my fantastic parents have in store for me.

Carefully making my way out of my 'fun' infested room I am greeted firstly by my maid Sendra. Sendra is about 60 years old, but as sweet as apple pie. After wishing me a happy 18th birthday she guides me to the Great Room where my parents are waiting expectingly. Looking around the room I don't see anything birthday like. Wondering to myself I wonder if it is in fact another sports car like I originally thought.

Looking more closely at my parents I notice huge fake smiles plastered on their faces, as if there is something they are hiding from me. Or something's. Having the feeling of utter confusion I glance over expecting them to say something. After standing there with awkwardly for about two minutes my father breaks the ice.

"Happy 18th Birthday my dear son! Hope you slept well and feel satisfactory with our arrangement of of your surprise room decoration." My father exclaimed all fancy like.

Turning to face both my father and mother I outright state,

"I know there is something you are hiding from me. You might as well not sugar coat it and get on with it. Like what did you get me for my birthday?"

My parents give each other questioning glances before my mother announces,

"Your birthday present is that we bought you your very own house of your own."

Feeling excited I look at my parents in wonder and amazement. Feeling like there is a catch by the way they keep looking at each other I ask, "Now what's the catch? There has to be a catch because you have never even gave me freedom in driving my own cars!"

Knowing it was too good to be true my mother finally speaks saying,

"Now that you are 18 and are legally an adult, the one condition in living in your new house is that you have to find a wife to marry."

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Dun dun duh! My very first cliffhanger! What do you think Chanson's reaction is?

<3 Nora