If only you knew

"Im engaged"

Gregory's POV

Why did I agree to this?
Why?
Can you answer that question for me?
No. Because I was dumb to agree and now I'm gonna be buried alive.
Why is it that I always get myself into these situations?

By that I mean situations in which I will not make it out with my dignity and I'll probably end up with an embarrassing story to tell my kids in the future.

"Gregory we're  here" he coos as we walk up the steps to his front porch.
Ugh. I'm sorry but I fucking love that voice of his. I don't know how I'm even containing myself but I still don't really accept my sexuality so maybe that works in my favour.

I mean what do you expect my father was a fighter.
He was a hero.
If he were still alive he wouldn't want a fag for a son would he?

Of course not It would bring dishonour to him and my family. They all  believe that one day I'll be similar to him and so did he.
One day I too shall sail a ship and be a master of the sea. Just like my father grandfather and his father before that and his father before that and his father before that and so on. You get the idea.

"Why are you all weird and daydreamy?" The oh so attractive voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Oh just thinking about my dad." Wait that's not what I wanted to come out my mouth. I wanted to say 'no reason'
Im starting to loose control.
"Well you've been standing there for like 3 minutes as I've been holding ze door open."

"Oh sorry." I apologise as his hand guides me in by pushing my back.
"We can talk about it if you want" he whispers in my ear. Oh god he smells so nice, stale cigarettes, cedarwood and kinda a tiny of almond. I could probably inhale his scent for hours without getting bored but I can't. I have to think about what my dad would want not my own guilty pleasures.

"Mozer I have a friend round I told you I can be likeable." He yells.
"Oh the day you make a friend is the day hell becomes paradise." She peeps her head round the corner from where I assume the kitchen is and gasps.

"Il y a un dieu" she breathes out.
*there is a god
Mole chuckles and says something
"si j'ai de la chance, il pourrait bien être mon petit ami un jour"
*if I'm lucky he might be my boyfriend one day

The french woman rolls her eyes playfully yet gives a suggestive wink. I get the feeling that these two are very similar in character.
Whether that's a good or bad thing I can't be certain.
"Oh I hope so" he says in a tone which I find very startling.

"Well you have my up most approval." She then shoos us upstairs?
What's that supposed to mean.
I look at him with confusion and he shakes his head quickly.
"Well that's probably a first." She sniggers and gets back to whatever it was she was doing.

"Come on Gregory."
"Ok then but no funny business."
I can hear a faint "yessss" in the background.
I am already very scared and wondering if I should run out the front door.
But I can't because he's pulling me by my arm.

"Mind explaining what all that was about?"
"Oh well basically she likes you and thinks that I have only brought you here to get in your pants" he blows it off as nothing.
I start chocking on my own spit.
"Oh you ok there?"
I nod quickly while the choking calms down.

"Don't worry your not a fuck toy." He smirks as we enter his room.
His oh so captivating smell hits my nose as the whole room is blessed with it.
"I most certainly am not and I'll have you know I have a girlfriend." I breath out.
"Sure thing Gregory sure thing." Oh the way he says my name.

"I-I'm not kidding. Well I guess she's not really my girlfriend but...."
He has a triumphant look as if he proved that he's right.

"I'm engaged."

I admit. Sadly it's true. I don't really like her but I have to. She's my soon to be bride! My mom doesn't really want me to marry Estella however her father mr Havisham knew my father. Mr Havisham told us that there was an agreement settled. And he is a lord I can't say no to him.

His daughter would marry me the male closest to her age range, a living Yardaleian descendent. I find it hard to believe but for that small chance that he might be telling the truth I have to go along with it. My reputation would be at stake if I didn't. But then how do I know that they don't just want a name for themselves?
Exactly I don't.

But either way it's 'pirate' code even though my father didn't like to consider himself a pirate unlike my grandfather and other ancestors. He liked being the prince rather than a 'pirate'.
Anyway the point is a deals a deal.

"Non your kidding." He sits on the floor so that his back is against his bed frame. I take a seat next to him.
"No I would be a fool to joke about that." I scoff.
"Estella Havisham the daughter of mr Francis Havisham. The heir to my hand in marriage as promised by my father captain Grayson of yardale prince of northdale" I say pretending to treat them like they are important. Which they kinda are. Well my father at least.

He looks at me with a shocked expression.
"What are you some sort of prince?" He asks jokingly.
I pause for a second and sigh. This is gonna take a while to explain.

"No you twat I'm 4th in line for the main thrown of yardale. So...... I guess you could say I'm prince of northdale  but my family prefers taking their main role as pirates. We have some of the strongest  advantages in battles off land it's in our blood to fight on seas. Its in my blood. However my father was much more proud of his royal blood rather than his pirate genetics."
He stared at me with his mouth open.

"Lies" is all he says.

I smirk and take out my phone.
"Siri google prince of northdale."
Then the images of me appear.
Most of them are surrounded by hearts put on by some fan girls and boys. I'm not like other 'royals' in all honesty I don't like to think of myself in that way.
There's more to me than just crowns and riches and stuff. I actually talk to the citizens instead of just smiling and waving.

A lot of people at school know yet they still treat me like shit. Honestly though I prefer them treating me in that way rather than like I'm special.

"There's your proof frenchie." I show him the google on me and he looks so pale.
"So.......I have set a classroom on fire.....in front of a prince." He says slowly in disbelief.
"Yep"
"And I was saved from a goth kid.....by a prince." He says slowly.
"As I said my family prefer the pirate roots but the ones like me who are closely related to the king are forced into the spotlight."

"Well shit"

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Oooo interesting am I right.
Cringy but interesting.