Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

Surprise (2/2)

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A chorus of crickets and the slight hum of the castle's staff from the farthest corners of the building were the only sounds audible as you sat on your balcony, your feet propped up against the railing in what would most definitely be considered an un-ladylike manner and your body only covered with a thin tank top and tiny short. Sure, the outfit was indecent for a princess set to marry the prince of a prestigious neighboring country in twelve days, but the summer night left your skin dewy with sweat, and you figured it was too dark for anyone to even see you anyways.

Though it had taken a while, you'd grown accustomed to the demands of royalty. Despite the fact that for the first year in the castle, there was always an underlying current of bitterness apparent in your actions, you felt content with your life now. Sure, suddenly being observed under a microscope broadcasted worldwide as a result of learning of your royal heritage when you were merely eighteen years old wasn't ideal, but you figured things could've been worse.

Besides, you'd made quite the companion in Luke. Though your friendship had started off quite awkward and tense (knowing that one day you were going to marry him and be expected to produce a heir), the blonde and you had built a friendship you were sure anyone would be jealous of. Many nights, after completing your royal duties, you'd find yourself cackling with Luke over the phone about some stupid joke he'd found on the internet or listening to him practice a speech he was giving in outlandish accents that never failed to make you laugh. Everytime he visited your kingdom or you joined him at his, you'd spend all your waking moments (when not required to be somewhere of importance) just soaking in the company of each other, whether it be lounging around in sweats you only so often were allowed to wear or racing each other on whichever palace's horses you were staying at. The blonde was always striving to make you smile and most of the time, he never failed.

"Y/N!" a loud whisper jolted you, shaking you from your thoughts. Immediately, you sprung from your lounging position and settled into a fight stance you'd perfected over the past three years while learning how to defend yourself. "Chill!" the suddenly familiar voice calmed with a gentle chuckle from below, "It's just me."

Disbelievingly, you peered over the side of your balcony, your face lighting up with a smile down at Luke before it quickly morphed into a scowl. "Luke, what the hell? It's literally like eleven o'clock, what the hell are you doing - in my garden, in my country - of all places?"

Your betrothed prince rolled his eyes, popping his hip sarcastically. "Well, I was trying to surprise you, but apparently, you aren't appreciating it."

You snorted. "Oh please, you know I hate surprises." You both let out hearty laughs as you remembered the time Luke jumped out from his closet while you were staying with him a few months ago and nearly gave him a black eye.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, princess," the blonde remarked, crossing his arms. "Can I come up?"

Sighing, you cocked your head to the side as if truly deliberating Luke's proposition. "I guess if you insist."

Rolling his eyes, Luke began climbing your terrace, landing with an oomph a few feet away from you as he pulled himself over the balcony with difficulty. "What?" he asked, putting his hands on his knees and huffing. "Can't help your Romeo out a little bit?"

"Oh god," you exclaimed, knocking his shoulder with yours on the way to the sliding glass door to your room. "We are not Romeo and Juliet."

"Well yeah, I'd hope so," Luke agreed, following you inside. "I think we have a way better shot at 'happily ever after' to be completely honest."