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King & Queens || Cashby

pairing: Austin Carlile & Alan Ashby
word count: 2,821
warnings of any kind: sexual content
extra comments: n/a
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I trudge my way down the palace steps, rolling my eyes at my bubbly mother. "I'm so excited! We haven't seen our close friends in forever!" She squeals, pulling her dress skirt up a bit as she basically hops down the marble stairs, not letting the expensive cloth drag across the dirty steps.

"Oh lighten up Austin." My father says, straightening his jacket. "Can't I stay home?" I grumble, thanking the man who opens the carriage door. "You know you don't have to thank them, they're getting paid to do this." My dad says, ignoring my request to stay home.

I follow my father into the carriage, sitting across from them. "How long are we going to be in here?" I wonder, leaning against the plushy cushions. "It won't be that long, just rest your eyes for a bit and when you wake we'll be there." My mom says politely, ruffling out her skirt and looking at my dad lovingly.

My lips pull into a frown as I take my mom's advice, trying to get some sleep. Each time the carriage hits a bump it causes my head to jolt, making me uncomfortable. I opt for looking out the window, watching as the hills roll by, the sun beginning to sink low on the horizon.

We were going to stay at the Ashby's castle for a couple days, my mother ecstatic at the thought. She met Queen Ashby when they were still princesses; spending every waking moment with each other.

"I haven't seen the princess in so long!" Mother sighs, throwing a suggestive smile my way. The thing she doesn't know is that the princess isn't actually a princess.

When we were younger, queen Ashby explained to me something important. She made me promise not to tell anyone, not even my mother or father. Princess Alana is actually Prince Alan. They were hoping for a little girl because if a boy was born he would be able to overthrow the king at the age of eighteen. King Ashby had said that if she gave birth to a son they would kill him, but Queen Ashby wouldn't have it.

So she told the king she gave birth to a daughter. Alan dresses like a princess and acts like a princess and goes by the name Alana, and nobody knows but me, his mother, and the maids.

"Yes mother, I haven't seen her in awhile." I say, smiling a bit. Her smile widens. She loves when me and Alan are together, because she thinks he's a girl. I told my parents about not liking princesses and they weren't upset... They were more... Let down you could say.

They wanted grandchildren and for me to have a huge wedding, which I could still have with any other man. The carriage comes to a halt and my mother perks up, giving me a wide smile.

The door opens and my mother lets me out first, puffing out her dress. "Thank you." I say, smiling softly at the man. He returns it, bowing slightly.

I wait for my parents to exit the carriage; swiping at the dust on my pants. "Alright son, prepare for lots of hugs and kisses. Good ole' Queen Ashby hasn't seen you in a long time." My dad sighs, patting me on the back before taking my mothers arm and waltzing up the stairs.

I follow, taking large strides to catch up with my exhilarated parents. My eyes train on the the pale blue fabric swishing on the stone stairs from my mothers dress. "Come, Austin! I'm so excited to see them!"

The guards at the door bow politely, grabbing a hold of the knobs and pulling open the heavy doors. The talking in the hall stops and all that is heard is the bustling of the workers behind us, unloading our baggage.