Imagines 2.0

written in blood ~ s.m

triggers: blood, and two curse words

you couldn't get enough of the tall, dark, beautiful walls. Everything was still new to you, a few days ago you were just a common folk. but now, you are set to marry the prince of Italy. you had heard rumors about the royal family. that they weren't one to mess with, that all it takes is one little slip up, and you were done for.

"y/n! what are you doing?" you heard, a loud voice from behind you. it was Shawn, who was standing in a dark maroon suit, looking quite stunning. "in just wandering around the castle, your highness. I was trying to find-" "save it for someone who cares, yeah?"

Shawn wasn't the happiest of people. the complete opposite of you. it didn't take that much to impress, or stun you.but Shawn, you could kill four men with just a Swiss blade and he wouldn't eve move his head.

"well come on. Dinner is almost ready, and for the love of God please don't, call me highness." he buttoned up the suit jacket, and you made your way towards him. even though he wasn't that fond of you, you couldn't blame him. one minute he was an eligible bachelor, and the next he is being told that he doesn't get a say who he is being wed to.

you thought about speaking, but you didn't feel like being hounded on right now. so instead, you just kept your mouth shut.

you both walked into the luxurious dining hall, where the family was talking up a storm. you sat next to Shawn, who sat next to his father at the head of the table. dinner was, certainly different than what you were used to. you were used to loud conversations, your family all moving around the table to finally get what they can on their plate.

and at the castle, dinner was quiet. Nobody talked to the person on the other side of the table, nobody reached to get to the mashed potatoes, it was boring. your first dinner there, you arched in front of the person next to you, who almost fainted at the act.

she quickly learned her place in the family, as Shawns grandmother, the former queen, scolded her for her actions. Ever since, y/n has been taking etiquette classes, which she hates with burning passion.

she clearly underestimated marrying into the royal family. she of course knew there would certain rules and standards, but certainly not this.

"y/n, Shawn, you are dismissed to your quarters." Shawns mother said, they both pushed their chairs in and walked out of the room. "does your family hate me?" she asked, tucking her hands behind her back.

"its not a matter of hate, its a matter of getting used to the thought of a commoner coming into to the..family..what the hell?" he started to slur his speech towards the end of his sentence, as he walked into what was your shared bedroom.

there were filthy, awful slurs written on the wall, in what could only be someones blood. it was too thick and dark to be normal paint. you walked over, to try and wipe it off, but Shawn grabbed you, "y/n don't."

"its fine, its just some stupid kid with a paint." he turned you around, so you wouldn't look at it, "i don't think thats paint."