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Prince Matt x reader pt 2

Imma give dat bitch a part 2,
Bitches love part 2s

Sorry for the delay but I had no ideas for this one soooo......

Also! This will be the 50th part Yea! :D

Thanks for sticking around until 50!

Love ya guys!
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(The memories)
(Reader pov)

I stood still as various maids and stylists did their best to make me look perfect, because today,

I would marry Matt.

A happy sigh escaped my lips, my mind wandering to the times we've had together.

(Flaaaaaaasssssshhhhhh baaacccckkk)

I stepped off the boat, and flashing lights ensued, I covered my eyes with the hand that wasn't holding Matt's.

I heard his chuckle as I moved my hand away and observed the crowd of thousands who watched us.

Cameras flashed occasionally and many reporters were asking the same question;

"Who is she?"

I felt Matt's gloved hand squeeze mine gently, an encouraging smile on his face. I silently cleared my throat, speaking to the crowds.

"My name is y/n m/n l/n." I call, voice steady but heart pounding. Matt chimes in.

"I have met this lovely angel in Paris, France. I love her and plan to marry her, say hello to the new queen." His voice is more confident.

The crowd erupts with applause, cheers, even whistles. I feel a smile grow on my face and I turn, pecking Matt's freckled cheek.

He blushes slightly, placing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer to his chest.

I lean my head on him, and the crowds cameras go off, flashes everywhere as cheers increase in volume.

(Next memory)

We had just gotten to the castle, and I was in awe. I had explored the inside, then wandered to the outside.

I had sat on a marble bench outside the garden, near the lake I had painted before. The water rippled gently, a small breeze blew through.

A small flock of swans had approached me, so I decided to feed them small pieces of bread.

Unlike my beliefs, even the mother swans were friendly, their fuzzy brown babies around my ankles picking at crumbs.

One adult laid her head on my leg, another next to me on the bench, preening himself.

One other swan approached me, a red ribbon holding a small box loosely, ribbon in the birds mouth.

It drew near, lowering it's head and placing the box on my lap then eating at some of the bread with the others.

I untie the silk ribbon, and examine the box, turning it in my hands.

I carefully open it, and gasp, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.