BAKERY BOY | zustin ✔

Chapter 13 (Epilogue)

I accidentally published this chapter before it was done. Good job, De.

Keep in mind that although the physical aspect of a relationship (set in the times that this book is) is slow, the emotional aspect of the relationship moves much faster. So don't tell me Zustin's relationship went too fast.

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J U S T I N

I had left the tailor to fit Zayn while I dressed in my own outfit. I was ready in no time and I was back into the main part of the palace. People were drinking champagne and laughing, other's were dancing.

"Justin, darling!"

"Grandma!" I smiled widely at the sight of my grandparents. They had stopped coming to the main part of the castle many months ago.

"You look handsome as always, my boy." My grandpa smiled as he pulled me into a hug.

I patted his back with a grin. "Thanks pop. I was hoping I chose the right outfit."

"You always make everything you wear work," Grandma chimed in.

I thanked them and glanced around the room. "So did my mother plan this for the announcement tonight? How did she get it done so quickly?"

"She's a miracle worker."

I nodded. The castle ballroom was gorgeous. She must have had people in here the night before, working to hang up the candles. And the cloth that was hanging beautifully from the ceiling sloped in a beautiful way.

"She got it done exactly how I imagined it."

"it's beautiful. Are you announcing it tonight?" My grandmother's hand rested in my forearm.

"Hopefully I am."

My thoughts drifted back to Zayn, the gorgeous boy who had captured my thoughts and mind since the first time I saw him.

I had first seen Zayn when I was just 20 years old. At first I had refused to approach him, it confused me as to why I was so interested in someone who lived as a lower class civilian. And even more-so as to why I was interested in a male.

I didn't want to approach him directly because I was afraid of many people recognizing me as the Prince. So for the first couple of months, I watched him from distances.

After a while I was in too deep and I realized I had wanted to go to know him. So I had asked Scooter to get me the most common clothes, something to match what the people in Zayn's town wore.

I had dressed like them for a few weeks and after a while I gathered the courage I needed and I approached a few of the citizens, asking them about the boy I had been obsessed with. Many of them told me his name was Zayn and that he ran a bakery that his family owned.

It confused me more when they mentioned that his family never appeared at the bakery, it was always just Zayn.

I should have approached him after learning his name and the few basic things about him but instead I waited until just a few months ago to actually approach him.

I bit my lip as I pictured Zayn and all our memories. Zayn was something I wasn't looking for. He was a blessing in disguise.

My mother had been hounding me since I turned 21, to marry. I hadn't wanted a arranged marriage, I wanted to marry for love.