Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

You find yourself falling for Prince Calum, even if you're just his servant

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Anonymous: "get me a calum hood au with him being a prince... i could care less about the plot BUT GET ME SOME PRINCE CALUM"

ugh prince!calum this was so fun to write thank you for the request!!

Story: You find yourself falling for Prince Calum, even if you're just his servant

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All his life Prince Calum Hood had grown up with riches. His dinner had a wide selection of meats, vegetables, and fruits from outside lands, and his clothes were made only of the softest imported fabrics, sewn by his private seamstress. He had archery lessons every Thursday at dawn, horse riding on Friday afternoon, and time for him to write poetry at the sound of his own fireplace. He had a country he was soon to rule and lead the country's army with strength and determination.

While he had all these things, there was only one more wish his heart was never granted.

You.

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Your days started at five, the sun beginning to rise over the green horizon, in your bedroom on the lowest floor of the castle. You were granted a small room made of stone, with a bed made of hay and a small chest for your closest belongings.

Inside was a locket your mother gave you before sending you out to earn a life amongst royalty in an attempt to occur riches for your family back home, the ones who lived in just a small and poor farming community. You were both the prettiest and eldest of your sisters, sent into the world with nothing but your finest dress, with sewed up holes at the bottom and discolored with stains.

And every morning you put on that locket, hiding it underneath your dresses to rest right at your sternum and beat against your heart.

That was, however, three years ago. And now, at 19, you had found yourself to be the right hand to the prince, Calum Hood. Your duty every day was to tend to him; his clothing, his lessons, his meals, and everything in between. But you've grown to a liking of Prince Calum, the boy with dark fluffy hair and a smile that radiated to all.

You mustn't think like that, however, as you were just a servant.

You couldn't help it; your hands shaking while buttoning up his coat. Although you had assisted him for years, your fondness for the prince had grown immensely.

"You don't have to be frightened," he chuckled, looking down at his servant, who continued to button his coat, "you know I would never hurt you."

And it was true, he would never. In fact, you two had grown quite close. You were granted such freedom with him, a freedom you were grateful for. He always allowed you to sit by the fire with him as he wrote poetry or painted, with the stars peeking through the stained glass in his bedroom. The stars would watch you two, sitting together with the fire crackling in the background, and giggle when his smile had reached its way to you.

On special nights, however, he had danced with you, even after you had insisted how inappropriate it must be for a servant to dance with a royal.

"You're not a servant to me, Y/N," he would whisper into your ear as he held you close and spun you in slow circles, the stars gushing outside the window, "you're...more than a servant to me."

And that night you quickly separated from his chest in fear that your life would be at stake, dancing with the prince in the confines of his bedroom. No matter how large your longing had grown for his touch, you couldn't risk your family's future.