Unwillingly Arranged(Liam Payne/One Direction Fanfic)

*So, I know I have four books currently in process. But I love this idea, and I want to start writing it now before I forget, even if uploads may be a scarce, so bare with me guys. :) this story contians modern, and ancient references, so please don't get confused, its set in the modern day, with some older parts to it. Oh, and don't forget to comment, vote, etc :3*

"You know I'll be, your life, your voice, your reason to be.."

Soft music floated from my small iPod dock next to my large vanity, filling my usually silent room with the beautiful voices of One Direction. I slowly formed the words with my mouth, singing softly to my reflection in the large circular mirror, all the while pulling my bright blue comb through my long silky blonde hair. 

Getting the last of the tangles out, I slowly laid the brush back down onto the top of the vanity, now instead running my fingers through it, blinking my emerald green eyes nervously. 

Tonight was the night. That night I had been dreading my entire life.

You see, I'm a princess in a far off kingdom that lies of a private island off the coast of Greece. Princess Sage, to be exact. My family has lots of power, although I'm not sure how. No one knows of our kingdom except our own people, and some of the mainland dwellers. 

Much to my distaste, my family is also one of those that promotes arranged marriages. At the age of eighteen, a group of about twenty random boys are picked out from all over the world, being of all different races, origin, and anything relating to that. From that group, my father and four brothers decide from the group who would be best suited for me. 

I had no say in this process. 

Basically, they where taking one boy away from their family. Away from their potiential commited girlfriend. 

Away from their life.

To come marry me. Totally against their will, and partially against mine.

It was not a process I approved of, nor one that I wanted to be part of. Most likely this boy I would be forced to marry would hate me for doing what I did to them, and would basically just marry me for the sake that they would get killed if they objected. 

I have vowed that the day my mother and father die, and I take the throne, I will fix this process once and for all, so that my future daughters will not be objected to this century long tradition my ancestors has thought up. My sons would be fine, as the process is like an other normal human beings for them. Like my brothers, who two have met their girlfriends while vacationing back in the United States.

Oh how I wished I could live there. 

"Princess?" My door creaked lightly open, the English accent of my own personal butler breaking me out of my deep thoughts. "You're father and siblings are waiting for you down in the dining hall. They have come to their decision."

"I'm coming Jay," I murmured, pressing myself up from the leather covered bench I was perched on, slowly making my way over to the large wooden door, all the while holding up my ceremonial yellow and blue floor length dress so I wouldn't tear the handmade material on these two inch white heels I was also being forced to wear.

 I lightly touched the pause button on my sleek iPhone, seizing the opening notes of the oncoming song "Stand Up." 

"Let's go," I murmured quietly, letting the slick fabric drop through my fingers and cascade down to the ground, flowing around my ankles, showing a sliver of my white painted toenails.

Jay lightly took my hand, helping me out the door, pushing my dress along so it didn't get stepped on or tangled. My heels clicked down the long deserted hallways, the light sound ecohing off the concrete blocked walls. 

"Are you nervous Princess?" Jay asked, turning slightly so his dark brown eyes fell on my face, his eyes searching my own.

"A bit," I chuckeled dryly. "I mean, I'm just finding out who I will be commited to the rest of my life. Who I have to have my kids with. Who I'll be sleeping in the same damn bed with."

"Princess, remember your language," Jay warned lightly, before cracking a sympathetic smile, rubbing a comforting circle on my palm with his thumb."Your father and brothers are smart men. They will pick a nice man for you, I promise. And if they don't I certainly will have something to say about it."

"Thanks Jay," I said quietly, wrapping my delicate hand around his and squeezing it lightly, before slipping it out of his completely as we arrived in front of the large double doors of the dining hall.

Jay stepped in front of me, pushing open the door with one arm for me to walk through, before pushing open the second, allowing me to step into the airy, lightly colored dining hall.

My father set at the head of the table, his hands folded neatly over each other as he gazed straight ahead, over my shoulder, up on the wall at something. Two of my brothes sat on either side of him, their heads snapped in the same fashion, as if they didn't even see me approach. My mother was pacing back and forth behind my father, her long white skirt flowing out around her ankles, her hands tangled in her hair in obvious frustration.

Jay's hand fell lightly on the small of my back, supporting me as I contuined to walk forward toward my usual chair, the small one placed on the left side of my father near my two brothers, Lawerence and Charles.

Gathering the fabric in my hands, I pushed it underneath me, sliding into the seat, shifting my gaze to see what the others where staring at.

The usual dark screen of the large flatscreen TV that perched above the wooden doors was lit with a white screen, showing about twenty tiny pictures that appeared to be faces of boys. None where quite reconizable quite yet, as if they needed to be englarged to be properly seen. 

"Are you ready Sage?" Lawerence asked lightly, reaching over and taking my hand gently. He was the same as me. Did not approve of this process almost as much as I did. He only agreed to help my father because he wanted to right man for me. One that would treat me correctly.

"I guess," I gave a tiny smile, squeezing his hand.

My father stood, clearing his throat loudly, which caused my mother and Jay to snap down into seats almost immediately, turning to give their full attention to my rather menacingly looking father.

He lifted a grey remote into his fingers, sliding his finger across some of the lightly raised buttons pressing them so the screen whirled, before an enlarged picture appeared.

"We have chosen.."

Of a very familiar person. A very familiar person.

"Liam Payne."

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I LOVE THIS STORY IDEA OHUIHEUIHL

I'll prob just mess it up like I do all my other ideas. LMAO

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