Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

#5 Prince!Ashton: Jealous Prince Charming

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Young Prince Harry's birthday was today, and to celebrate, his noble young guests were invited to the castle early to celebrate all day with him. A few fathers and mothers came to accompany their children and socialize with the queen and Prince Ashton, and you sat with them through the conversations. You excused yourself for the moment to walk around the garden as the children played and smiled at Harry's expression on his face was genuinely happy. You stopped walking when you bumped into one of the guests, he wasn't a father, but he was around your age. "I'm sorry princess, I shouldn't have been standing around," he says. "Oh no, it's my fault for not paying attention," you said. The man was a Duke and an older brother of one of the guests that played with Prince Harry and the other children. The two of you had your own conversation, and you couldn't help but laugh over the small stories between him and his own brother. The conversation was interrupted the moment Ashton saw you from afar talking to the Duke. "(Y/N), do you want to come back to the tables? A light lunch and tea will be served soon," Ashton says holding your hand and lightly tugging you towards the tables. "O-Oh, that sounds lovely. Do you care to join us?" you said looking back at the Duke, and he smiles, "Of course Princess, thank you." Through out the whole day, you couldn't hold a conversation with Ashton due to him having to socialize with the high class. No one was really interested in talking to the princess, they were more interested in talking to the future king who would take his crown very soon. The Duke, however, did keep you company when Ashton couldn't. He would strike conversations over random subjects, and he would some how end up telling you a crazy story that made you laugh. "Princess, you laugh but, you still seem unhappy," he points out. "Oh do I? I apologize if it's rude of me," you said. "No, you are just fine. Now tell me, what exactly is your status with the prince?" he questions. "Hmm? What do you mean?" you question. "You are his fiance are you not? From the moment I came here, I noticed the prince doesn't really seem to give you much attention," he says. "Well, he's busy, and I can't blame him for that..." "Even if he is busy, he should show a little affection towards you," he says. "He did, he held my hand just a few minutes ago at the garden," you pointed out. "That doesn't really count Princess," he says smiling sheepishly. You sighed slightly knowing that his response was true. "I like the prince, I really do, but as of lately, we have been distant," you admitted. "A lovers quarrel?" he wondered. "Not really, you see, since we were young, our arranged marriage has been questionable since the beginning. During the royal ball that was a few weeks back, I finally understood why. So, after finding out the truth, I declared to the prince that it was okay if he wasn't so affectionate towards me. So, I guess, he is keeping to my word," you explained and stopped walking noticing that the two of you had strayed from the group. "How cruel of him, he likes another while he has a fiance? How heartbreaking," he says. "Don't think ill of him, he is a sweet person, really. His actions may be confusing, but that duchess he has his heart set on is very lucky," you confessed and continued to walk to where you think everyone was at now. When you entered the room, everyone was still in conversation, Ashton on the other hand was silent and let the queen take lead in talking with their guests. You were about to take your seat next to the Duke but met with Ashton's gaze and he gestured you to sit next beside him. Ashton looked angry with his jaw clenched but softened when he looked at you, "Can I speak to you on the balcony?" he asked. "As you wish Prince Ashton," you said standing up from your seat and taking his arm when he offered for you to hold it. The two of you went to the balcony with a view of the kingdom. The sun was setting, and the two of you looked at the view for a moment before he spoke what was on his mind. "Do you fancy the Duke? I hear he is quite the ladies man," Ashton says. "He's very charming," you answered honestly. "More charming than me?" Ashton asked, and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "...Does my answer matter? Knowing this won't change your feelings for me will it?" you questioned, and Ashton looked away hesitating his response. You felt angered and excused yourself before you could lash out at him. An early dinner was made for Prince Harry and his guests, and later on cake was served after he blew the candles out. You stood by the window eating your cake, and the Duke approached you once more. "You look troubled Princess (Y/N)," he says and leans against the wall. "Do I?" you wondered and gave him a sheepish smile. "He is playing with your heart? I hope that isn't so, if you were my princess, I'd never let you go so easily," he says holding your hand. You gave him a nervous smile, "That's very charming of you, but please, you must remember who I am," you warned. "Could you really call yourself that, you even said yourself that you are unsure of his feelings," he says inching closer. "Ahem, I'm sorry to say this Duke, but could you please refrain from flirting with my fiance," Ashton says interfering. His voice echoed, and the chattering stopped to look in the direction of the situation. "I-I'm sorry Prince Ashton, I didn't mean to disrespect," the Duke stutters, and Ashton tugged you beside him. "Please excuse us, I'm sorry for the interruption everyone, please continue to enjoy yourselves," he says before escorting you out with him. He continued to walk down the hall with no destination in mind. He wouldn't answer to your call until you got out of his grip and demanded for him to look at you. "What was that all about?" you questioned. "Why? Did you want him to continue his flirtatious ways? You looked like you wanted out in the situation so I decided to help," he answered while crossing his arms and avoiding to look at you in the face, "What nerve, the moment he spoke to you in the garden I knew he was plotting something." "I guess I was at fault as well, I spoke back to him," you admitted, and he looked at you to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "Then be more careful," he says. You take his hand and leaned your cheek against it, "You've been angry since that moment. I apologize, but should it really matter to you? Your heart belongs to someone else," you say looking at him with a sad but understanding expression. He was hesitant with his answer again but spoke, "It's true, my heart belongs to someone else, but seeing him with you bothered me...(Y/N) listen, I'm trying to sort things out in my head, my feelings towards that girl at the ball are still strong, but when it comes to you, I feel something else. I don't know if it is love or not, but for now, I still cannot return such feelings. I'll try to refrain from being sweet with you, but please, let's not be so distant, lover or not, I still want you beside me," he says, and you smiled accepting his answer. "I think I'll excuse myself for the rest of the night," you said feeling emotionally drained. "Goodnight (Y/N)," he says about to kiss your hand but stopped himself from continuing his usual habit. The two of you parted different ways daring to not look back and question any further.