CanEm One-Shots (English)

Royalty

Warning - this piece does discuss some adult content such as assault which some may find distressing.

This one-shot was inspired by the photos of Can and Demet at the award show in Lebanon. They truly looked like Turkish royalty!

Plot: Prince Can Divit makes his first public appearance with his fiancé, Sanem, the chef's daughter.

The Divit royal palace was a fine piece of architecture, built with a panoramic view of the surrounding Turkish fields. High walls and towers that were once stood for medieval watchers and defence were now adorned with bunting and banners. Regardless of the societal jealousy and greed that was underlying along the realm, everybody had come together to honour their future leaders. Past the iron gates, the castle thrummed with an anticipation for the day – Prince Can Divit's engagement.

He had been an eligible bachelor for years; the embodiment of the entitled aristocratic class. He had studied overseas, been taught multiple languages, been linked to many women. Every mother in Turkey wanted Can for their daughter's, regardless of the scandal associated with his name. He was rich, with a weighty title: fame, money, political power. Even with the controversy that came with his drunken college stories and endless string of girlfriends, Prince Can was perfect.

However, nobody had expected him to choose to marry a nobody.

It had started with mystery meetings with a brunette that everybody - who knew of her - had excused as a fling. After all Can had been infatuated with many a woman – Countess Ceyda, heiress Polen, lady Gamze. Everybody had excused the new girl as one of the many. Like always, at the beginning, only the most important in court knew of her existence. She was a cook's daughter, a quiet, timid, young girl whose beauty had captured the gaze of the prince almost instantly. She, herself, had been studying in Izmir, down by the coast, and had joined the kitchen staff for the summer. It had been by chance that she'd been the person who'd brought Prince Can his tea one morning.

And that was all it had taken. Even though she'd refused to look him in the eye and had kept her gaze firmly planted on her shoes, Can had been enthralled by her. He wasn't sure whether it was the melodic hum of her voice or the gentle laughter of hers that filled the air, all Can was certain of was that he needed to know her.

From then onward, Can had pulled the very minimal strings to get the beauty to be his first hand in the kitchen. Every time he wanted a snack, a meal, a drink of water, she was the one who was at his beck and call. It almost became a routine of her popping in to curtsey, give him his food, making small, pleasant talk and then her leaving. She was nothing but respectful and that bothered Can. She wasn't like the other girl's, desperate for his attention. She liked staying under the radar, remaining unknown and mysterious, and that only made him want her all the more.

And as the Prince, it had only taken mere moments to know the basic ins and outs about the girl – Sanem Aydin; a pretty name for an even prettier woman. She was the assistant chef's youngest daughter, a marketing student with a bright mind and a creative flare. She was the top of her class whilst simulatenously working as a grocery store assistant. She was an all rounded person that Can wanted to know more about.

"There's something else, your majesty." Can's assistant – and most trusted friend – Metin, cleared his throat as he clutched the file he had on Sanem tightly against his chest.

"Well go on then, Metin." Can waved his hand with a flare that only originated within the royal family. "Don't keep me waiting, tell me what it is."

"She's ... engaged." Metin smiled weakly as he held the file out for his Prince to take. Readily, Can seized the papers, his heart sinking into his chest in a way that he had shockingly never felt before. "His name's Yigit, he's a writer." Can flicked through the images over and over, his eyes going over every detail of the tall, bearded guy that had possessed the heart of the girl he couldn't stop thinking about. There were pictures of them walking down the street together, sharing a bite to eat. They seemed so normal and for the first time in his life, privileged Prince Can was envious of someone else. Because as he stared at the normative behaviours that Sanem and Yigit partook in, he realised he'd never be able to experience that. He'd never be able to take her out for a cup of chai without being hoarded by paparazzi or hold her hand freely in the street.