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Cute Prince Luke Fluff (Arranged marriage leading to love)

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I'm sorry this is so so so late omg blurb night finished last night and this is really long whoops

You'd always known you were destined to be Queen. From the age of nine when your birthday present had been a bejewelled crown to the age of nineteen when you received the engagement ring, you always knew you were to be married off to a man from a faraway land. But never in a million years could you have guessed the partner your parents set you up with would be Prince Luke, and never would you have ever thought a happily ever after could happen for you.

Your first encounter, though shaky at first, went remarkably smoothly considering the jitters, moistened palms, and nervous fidgeting that took up the majority of the carriage ride. But when your eyes first fell on the handsome young Prince all the nerves seemed to drain away replaced with a sudden rush of adrenaline and adoration so unfamiliar it left you reeling.

Your first visit at the castle went well. Over the course of your three month stay, you were ceremoniously and relentlessly courted by the extremely determined Prince who seemed to want nothing more than to make you fall in love with him before the marriage was forced upon you both.

Small bouquets of flowers left in a vase by your bedside every afternoon, scrawled letters of affection tucked into your pillowcase, evening strolls through the moonlit grounds. Day by day you found yourself falling harder and faster for Prince Luke, and by the time you had to leave, you were both disappointed.

A few tears, promises of communication, hesitant hugs. Once you'd returned home to your kingdom, you began to count down the days until you went back for your marriage to Luke. Every morning you'd wake with a smile on your face knowing in a matter of weeks you'd be waking in the loving embrace of your husband, his arms holding you like he'd done so many times before.

You were longing for his touch, the sweet scent of his hair, the way his robes fell around his waist and especially the way his eyes would light up when he saw you. If you'd thought falling in love in such a short space of time was impossible, you'd certainly changed your tune.

That's why it came as such a shock when a knock on your chamber door brought you from your daze. You were back in his- soon to be your- castle. It was the night before the wedding, and the subjects of your two combining kingdoms had been looking forward to the event for some time, presents already flooding in from the different districts.

Thankfully, you'd managed to snag a few minutes in private. The maids had been buzzing around all day perfecting the ideal hairstyle for you to wear and your mother, god forbid your mother, had been an emotional wreck all afternoon. All you wanted was a quiet moment alone to clear your aching head and concentrate on the reason you're doing this all. Luke.

"Mother can you give me two minutes? Please?" The desperation in your voice must have shown because pretty soon you heard the knocking at your chamber door subside and heavy footsteps walking away. Regaining your composure you walk over to a floor length mirror and slowly twirl your hair around your fingers before closing your eyes and concentrating on your heavy breathing.

The door to your bedroom opens, but you remain stationary, eyes screwed shut as you gently sway from side to side, basking in the heat wafting up from the roaring fireplace. The footsteps softly moving across your room sound familiar, but you can't quite place them without looking.

Suddenly, a pair of arms circle your waist, and a high pitched squeal of terror escapes your lips. Your eyes shot open in fear until the concerned blue hues of his deep eyes greet you, reducing your frown and loosening your lines of worry. "You scared me!" you exclaim, reaching around to swat the toughened shoulder of your lover.

A devilish smirk embroiders itself over his face as he squeezes your waist, leaning down to sponge a sloppy kiss onto your cheek. "I brought you something to calm your nerves." He gestures behind you to your bed where a tray holding two steaming mugs of milk lay. "You're not supposed to be here" you chastise jokingly as his arms led you over. After smoothing down the lumpy material of your evening gown, you allow yourself to relax into his arms, legs curled to your side as you drank the liquid gold.

"I know Y/N. I just needed to speak to you about tomorrow." The fingers of his free hand trace soft patterns through your hair as you swallow another mouthful of the honey-filled milk. "What about it?" you question, a little puzzled by the proposition. "D-Do you want to get married to me? I know we have no choice, but I've been trying to win you over for the past months, and I need to know how you feel about me before we go through with this." You tilt your head with a mixture of confusion and amusement coursing through your bloodstream.

"Of course I want to get married to you. How could I not? You've been good to me, holding the upmost of chivalry and valour in all our encounters. If you were trying to make me like you, I can assure that you've achieved a lot more than just that." You trail off, uncertain on whether or not revealing your true feelings would be a good idea.

"I don't want you to feel forced. It's always been my hope to marry someone I love, truly love, and I never expected that person to be you. But now I realize it, Y/N. I love you, and I'm happy we're marrying tomorrow. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I need to get my feelings across before we're connected forever." He exhales a breath as you relax further into his arms, a relieved smile stretching across your face.

"I can assure you that your feelings are reciprocated Luke. You have nothing to worry about because I am 100% devoted to you and only you." You catch the grin forming on his lips and lean up to kiss him. "You want to be my Queen?" he questions, a sense of awe and celebration creeping into his tone.

"More than anything else."