❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡A Royal Affair♡

NOTE: In this imagine, Michael is not famous. Instead, he is a King - who currently rules without a Queen.

•♡SET IN THE DANGEROUS ERA♡•

A/N: Tbis is another old draft of mine, I hope it doesn't suck!

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"(Y/N)!" you heard your best friend, Maria, call from outside of your house. You were in your bedroom, and you were brushing your hair in front of your dressing room table mirror. When you heard your best friend, you laughed as you stood up. Walking out of your bedroom, you made your way to the front door and opened it.

Maria was a beautiful girl. She had long, blonde hair that ended below her waist. Her locks were always secured in a tight braid, and her blue eyes were always bright. She always wore black dresses, because she reckoned that the color was flattering. She had pale skin, and freckles all over her face.

"For a moment, I thought you were dead," she raised an eyebrow as she studied you. Your hair was left to fall naturally, just as you always preferred it. You had on a bit of red lipstick, and a bit of red blush. Your dress was navy blue, and it fell to your ankles. The sleeves were loose, making you appear thinner than you actually were.

"Come in," you laughed, stepping aside to let Maria in. She grinned and stepped inside.

"Did you hear about King Michael?" she questioned as you pushed the door shut.

"No," you frowned a little. "What about him?"

"He's looking for a wife," she responded. "He wants a girl from the village," she said, referring to the village that your resided in. You widened your eyes and laughed a little as Maria flipped her braided hair. "I'm the one," she said dramatically. You giggled and shook your head as you made your way back into your bedroom to finish getting ready.

Maria followed you, and she sat down at the edge of your bed - watching you as you brushed your hair. In the mirror, you caught her reflection, and noticed that she was staring at you. You picked up one of your perfume bottles and sprayed it all over yourself before setting the bottle down and turning around to face your best friend.

"You're staring," you remarked.

"You're beautiful, (Y/N)," she breathed. "You....could be the perfect wife for King Michael!" her eyes widened. "There's a ball for all women tonight! You need to attend!"

"I'm not interested in becoming the king's wife," you folded your arms and rolled your eyes slightly. "Besides, why on earth would he choose me?"

"Uh, because you're smart and beautiful!" she grinned. "You'd be perfect!"

"Well I don't think so," you huffed.

King Michael was a cold man. His previous wife had died of an illness, two years earlier. Ever since that, he had become a cynical man. He hardly ever smiled, and he hardly ever laughed. He was mean, and he was hard. He rarely ever saw the funny side of anything. And you did not like him. You wanted somebody humble, and sweet. Someone that would see the joy in life just like you did.

Suddenly, just as you opened your mouth to say something again, somebody knocked at the front door of your house. Maria gasped as you lifted your dress up and walked out to open the front door. When you did this, you saw a well dressed man - standing in front of you. He had a bag over his shoulder, and his eyes were green. He had dimples, and he was tall, as well as muscular. When he saw you, his eyes sparkled.