Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

Arranged Marriage (prince!Luke)

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"You can't make me, please don't make me," you whimpered, your eyes were beginning to well up in tears. Your father shook his head.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I can't do anything to change this. It's how it must be done," your father answered gravely.

You felt your heart plummet, and you stared at him helplessly. Your sadness quickly boiled into anger, your form shot up as your fists curled.

"That's a lie, you're a liar father!" you screamed, shaking. His eyes narrowed, and your mother's posture stiffened.

"Y/n, don't you dare speak to your father like that! You are a princess! Behave like one!" your mother hissed. You gritted your teeth.

Parents they called themselves was it?

"How should I behave like a princess when I'm being traded off like a slave?" you snapped.

Hot, angry tears were sliding down your cheeks now.

"I have a duty to the kingdom Y/n," your father reminded you sternly.

"And what about your duty to me? Your daughter? Does that even mean anything to you anymore?" you screamed.

Your fists were beginning to pale.

"That's enough Y/n. You will marry the youngest heir of the Hemmings. They will come to collect you tomorrow, and you will go quietly whether you like it or not," he ordered.

You glared at your parents, trying to deliver the betrayal you felt into your expression before fleeing to your room. The second the large doors closed on your back, you collapsed into a sobbing mess sprawling across the floor dreading the dark future that awaited you.

You knew what your fate was. You'd heard countless whispered stories about the Hemmings family. King Andy and Queen Liz led the most ruthless empire known to mankind. Their sons, Princes Ben, Jack,  and Luke were rumored to be meticulous assassins. Their regime stretched across graveyards of burnt villages and mass bloodshed.

And you refused to have anything to do with them.

You needed to do something, anything. To get away, to-to run. Yes, you need to run. Run far. Run fast.

You quickly scrambled around for a satchel and started to stuff your clothes in it. You pulled out a sack from under your bag and began to toss in anything that you cared for. Soon enough the little snitches of daylight began to peak through the curtains.

You need to move right away.

You fastened the cloak you had gotten to use to sneak out of the castle to visit the town square and had changed into plainer clothes. You stealthily snuck out of your room by climbing down the tree that was near your bedroom window. Once you got down, you began to tip toe through the stables when you heard voices you quickly hid.

"Who goes there? Reveal yourself immediately!" A man's voice. You winced, silently cursing before stepping in front of him.

He was a tall, attractive man and had sandy blonde hair. He was dressed in fine clothes; however, his clothes were dirtied, and he was holding a bunch of carrots while standing next to an unfamiliar horse. He must be part of the cavalry.

"Who are you?" he demanded, frowning at you suspiciously. Your inside stirred at his words.

"I'm a lowly maid," you lied smoothly, surprising even yourself.