cinderella | sting x reader

Chapter 5- The Prince

Sting Eucliffe grumbles impatiently, tugging on the hood that didn't cover much of his face.

"Oh, sorry," a distracted man said when he bumped into him.

He was heading the opposite direction that the Royal Knights went, and the only reason he was still tasting fresh air was due to that girl and the alleyway.

She gave me enough time for the soldiers to leave, and not be suspicious.

All in all, she was the suspicious one.

With those unusual (e/c), her mysterious talk, and reminiscing smiles.

I know she's not from around the sea port, so where is she from?

"Sting Eucliffe," an angry, dangerous voice came from behind him.

He gulped, standing still in the rows of shuffling people.

The blond-haired man could feel the angered aura radiating from behind him, not daring to move.

A hand on his shoulder- and not a moment later, he was being dragged to the palace by his own best friend.

"Traitor," he grumbled, earning him a glare in response.

"Next time that you run off, your highness, please notify someone beforehand," Rogue says smoothly, expression now impassive.

Passers by would stare at the two figures, whisper, and the girls would giggle.

Rogue Cheney was officially wearing the symbol of the Sabertooth kingdom on the back of his white cloak, the white tiger insignia standing out.

Under his cloak were his normal clothes, a light grey shirt and black pants. Since he was the head of the Royal Knights, there was no need for him to officially wear the uniform, only on special occasions.

"So, did you have a good time among the people?" Rogue asks monotony, a mocking edge to his voice.

Sting sighs, not wanting to have that kind of conversation again. "How is my father doing?"

The question catches Rogue off guard.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" the red-eyed man says delicately.

The blonde doesn't answer, only observing the people he would soon rule over.

They made their way through the streets, soon entering the private land of his home.

The castle was not the tall kind, but the wide kind.

It spread far, at least 5 kilometres in length. The building was covered in arches and curved windows, sabertooth flags waving in the wind like exotic birds.

They entered, maids and servants scurrying about nervously.

King Weisslogia was awake in the King's Chambers, propped up against many pillows on his large bed.

His white hair and beard stood out in the room, gold eyes glowing. Wrinkles outlined his eyes and cheeks, showing his age.

"Ah, Sting, I was expecting you," he said in his ever-formal speech.

Sting obliged, sitting down next to him on the covers. "Lemme guess, is this about finding myself a wife and becoming king?"

The King frowned, not fully understanding the reason why his only son was taking this so lightly. "Sting, this is important to the country- the people, your heritage-"

"Is what is most important to this monarchy."

"Exactly. Sting Eucliffe, I will not die until you've found yourself a girl you're interested in," the old King warned.