The Princess and the Peasant. (Luke Hemmings.)

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Prompt – You're a princess and Luke is a peasant.

Warning – Extreme case of make believe and this is olden day royal families, but modern day time.

The starry eyed night started like what would happen in those Disney movies that everyone fantasizes over. Normal girls would just be dreaming of that moment, but it wasn't like that for you, it was reality. You were the fairest maiden in all the land, not just because you were the Princess (Y/N) (Y/L/N) of Australia. You were beyond the most beautiful and everyone knew it even the ladies that envied and despised you. Although this tale could go on and on about how gorgeous you were, this isn't that sort of tale. This was about how you became the person you destined to be.

All the rich and royal suitors across the country came to the grand ball, but you didn't care, nor were you interested. The tight fitting gown you were wearing made you want to pass out from tight circulation. You didn't like the idea of being in a marriage with any of the elite if you did not love them. You would like a proper relationship and to be a normal teenager with no duties to be taken care of. The idea of being the heir to the throne someday scared you.

"Daughter dearest, dance with the Duke Arnold Morgan of America why don't you? He has impeccable skills." Your mother, the queen, waved you over to the seemingly unattractive idiot. You politely took his hand and the Duke pulled you closer.

"You are much more beautiful in person my lady." He kissed your hand ever so gently, and you nearly vomited. Sleaze. You knew about the Duke's affairs with women. Let's just say he slept around and didn't stay with one girl for more than an hour. Sad, but the truth.

"Will you please excuse me sir? I would like some wine." You separated from him and found the bar with the endless amount of drinks. Looking out for your mother, who you knew would scold you for drinking, you asked for one glass of wine.

"The Princess shouldn't be drinking till she is queen" a voice from behind you said as you almost choked on your drink.

"That is not a rule." You turned around to see the most handsome man you've ever seen in your entire life. He made all the princes you've seen in your life look like garbage.

"I must have made a mistake then. Sorry my lady." This mystery man bowed, and you nearly rolled your eyes.

"You don't have to bow. I don't like the idea of people before me being treated lowly. Bowing is one of those simple commands that shouldn't even be considered." The man smiled at you softly and took your hand in his.

"That's a nice philosophy, your heiress. Now please let me accompany you to a song." He took you on the ballroom floor and elegantly swayed you around.

"You're better at dancing than any of the men here. Usually they twirl me around as if I'm a potato. What is your name?" you asked him. He then twirled you around and smirked as you came back to his embrace. "You didn't answer my question."

"Luke. My name is Luke Hemmings." Luke Hemmings. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful man. His blue eyes lit up with amazement, and he smiled back at you happily as you smiled at him.

"Are there any sort of titles to your name?" This question had made Luke frown, and you did not know why.

"I have no title. I'm merely a peasant. I kind of snuck in at the entrance." You were appalled, but you did not mind that he had crashed this boring party. It wasn't everyday that a commoner decided to jump in and be wild.

"That's alright. I like you just the same." Your words made Luke smile at you once more before letting go of your hand.

"I must go. I can see that your mother is observing us from afar. She cannot know that I'm an ordinary boy looking for an extraordinary girl." His comment made your heart soar through the heavens.

"Will I ever see you again, Luke?" You wondered to him.

"Meet me by the courtyard tomorrow at midnight. We're going to go on adventure." Luke kissed your cheek, and before you knew it, he was gone.

Luke Hemmings, a peasant, was all you can think about it for the rest of the night.

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