Dallon is an openly gay prince looking for a husband. Ryan is abused by his father and in his final year of high school. What will happen when their two worlds collide?
TRIGGER WARNING! There will be some self harm in this story so if that triggers...
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Ryan's POV
I was silently panicking as I watched the king and queen finish talking to the crowd. I could see my dad in the crowd, slowly edging his way closer to the stage. I stared at the ground as we left the stage as if I could just disappear if I stared at it long enough.
"My love we are going back to the castle now. There we can discuss any matters that need to be discussed. School for example." explained the prince. I nodded mutely.
--time skip to the castle--
We finally arrived at the castle and I immediately felt out of place. We got out of the limo and walked up to the castle doors. They were opened by two butlers, revealing the large hall with a grand staircase.
I barely had time to admire the place as the prince had already begun leading me up the stairs. "Where are we going your highness?" I asked causing him to chuckle. "We're going to our room. Oh and please call me Dallon. You're going to be my husband soon and I prefer Dallon anyway." he responded as he opened a door leading to a gorgeous room. My mouth hung open.
"Not what you're used to huh?" asked Dallon, laughing quietly. "Far from it." I whispered still in awe. He suddenly reached forward causing me to flinch and shy away.
"Ryan what's wrong?" he asked suddenly, panic(!) written all over his face. "N-Nothing. I-I'm f-fine." I stuttered out. He couldn't know how worthless I was. I'd be sent back to the hell I called home immediately. "Ryan...are...were you abused?" I look up at him in fear and that appeared to have told him the answer.
Dallon's POV
My beautiful boy was abused in his own home. I moved my hand towards him again but slower, letting him see every single move my hand made. I rested my hand on his cheek and he still flinched but not as bad as before.
"Who was it Ry?" I asked cautiously. He whimpered and shook his head. "I can't tell you. He'll kill me!" He cried. I gently grabbed his shoulders, placing my hand under his chin so that I could look him in the eye.
"Whoever it was can not and will not hurt you here or anywhere else. But darling I need to know so we can protect you. I watched him hesitate before hearing him mumble "my dad."
I shook with rage and quickly pulled him into a hug. He tensed and pulled back. "You shouldn't want me Dallon. I'm nothing and I never will be." He said miserably. I didn't know what to say.
'I have to help him.' I thought. I was determined to do just that.
