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Imagine working in the palace as a maidservant to a spoiled princess. Some mornings it's a struggle to get out of bed because you've come so far from your family just to wait on this insufferable girl, but the money is good, so every time she overturns something just to make you clean it, every time she makes fun of your scuffed shoes, every time she demands you help her cheat in her lessons you eat it with a smile. You send every penny you can to the farm back home and promise yourself as soon as the crops start selling again you're out of here.
But it's not easy to be good. See, the princess has her eye on a prince from a far-off kingdom, and in the weeks before his introduction and arrival, you're worked to the bloody bone fetching gowns, serving tea, and cleaning her messes. The other day while you were at the tailor's with her, she spilled dye all down your apron, and she knows that comes out of your wages, and she didn't even apologize. It takes every ounce of self control you have to keep from grabbing that elaborate hairdo and pulling, but that's the only reason you've stayed on so long.
But when the prince finally arrives, you get sent along with his manservant to present several gifts to the princess. And this kid Mikey is cute and sweet. He's got this easy smile you think you used to have, and his bleached hair is unusual but brilliant. You try to warn him before entering the princess' chambers that she's going to be stressed and crueler than usual, but he doesn't listen. Once he enters, she doesn't let him finish his elaborate bow before she's demanding to see the gifts. In the cases he holds, Mikey shows her first an egg bejeweled with patterns from his prince's kingdom, then a compass of gold, and a rare edition of the prince's favorite novel. Your princess is only barely amused by the egg, and when Mikey asks where she'd like them, it's just "Anywhere, as long as you leave me in peace. Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Is she always like that?" he asks as you show him back to the prince's quarters. "You were lucky; usually she starts throwing things. I wish I was kidding," you add with a little smile, telling him about the dye incident and the fact that you know her family history better than she does.
Mikey raises his eyebrows and mirrors the smile. "The prince isn't gonna like that," he mumbles as you reach the prince's rooms. You offer to help him find his master, but he just thanks you for everything and kisses your hand as a goodbye. You don't know exactly who this valet thinks he is, but you find yourself waving and smiling as he backs his way down the corridor, bumping into another man in a servant's uniform. And it's really hard to focus for the rest of the day on helping your princess look presentable when you're half expecting his shock of hair to greet you around every corner.
You're not present when she greets the prince, but you are there afterwards. The princess comes into her room like a fury, launching a silver hairbrush at you, and is reaching for the book she's just been given as you book it for the door. You don't exactly know why she's so angry, but you'll give her a moment to cool down.
You barely make it down the hall before you're running into a servant of the prince's who informs you the prince requests your presence.
Wait, he wants to see you?
Stomach twisting, you make your way back to the guest wing. What exactly had you done? Could you get beheaded for breaking another country's laws? What would your family do without the income? It's seriously messing with your head, and even as you knock and enter the prince's room, you think you've gotten twisted around because there's only that servant Mikey waiting for you.
No, wait, that's the prince Michael Clifford, and your head is spinning. You curtsy out of desperation. He quickly responds, "Oh, you don't - no, Y/N, it's alright, really."
He explains he posed as a servant because he wanted to make sure the princess wasn't just sucking up to him, which hadn't even taken him two minutes to see.
"So you'll be leaving? Did you need any assistance packing, or - " and he cuts you off to explain that he didn't call you here to act as his servant. "I was kind of hoping we could hang out for a while, actually. I...I haven't felt this way around any princess before. If you'd like, you can come back to my kingdom with me. You don't deserve to be treated like that. Of course, you've probably got a beau, or a family, I don't expect-" but it's your turn to cut him off with a kiss on the cheek saying, "I can be ready in five minutes!"

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Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines
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