The Prince (Lashton au)

Luke

I arrive at my bedroom door only to find Jamie, the maid, waiting for my dirty laundry at the door.

"Jamie I haven't even got in the shower." I say annoyed at her for waiting on me.

I never asked for a life of wealth. I don't like people answering my every beckon and whimper. It makes me feel foolish and weak. A king could have an army of 1,000 men but that doesn't make him any stronger. And I didn't want to be a king much less a weak king.

"I'm so sorry sir.... I guess I'll just...go." She says walking quickly down the hall.

I sigh and open the huge chestnut doors. I walk over to my double king size bed and grab my pajamas. Silk with a satin lace, what normal boy would wear this? I walk into my bathroom and begin stripping of my clothes throwing them into the laundry basket Jamie left me.
Jamie seemed to had already drew the bath so I step in. Cold. I shiver.

"You know it would've been warmer if you were here sooner." Jamie takes me by surprise. Fortunately there was bubbles in the bath and she was facing the other direction.

I swear they treat me like I'm six

I hold my breath and go under washing all of this madness away.

**

Knock knock. The sound of someone rasping on my door with their knuckles.

"Come in!" I shout.

The door opens and I see my father standing there clearly ready for a talk.

"Umm Luke I think it's time we talk." He says walking over to my bed.

He sits next to me.

"Well your turning 18 tomorrow, which means your a legal adult." He says.

"Yeah." I say nervous about where this conversation was going.

"So your mother and I think it's time for you to marry." He says.

I sit there stunned.

"Your letting me go outside the gates to find a spouse! Oh thank you father!" I yell out in joy. I pull him tight into a hug. He pushes away.

"Not exactly son, we have already arranged your marriage with Princess Amarinda from Eryandale."

"Who is that?" I mutter as I sit back down.

"We'll she's the princess from Eryandale and this was the way to make peace with our two countries." He says coolly.

"That's not fair!" I yell standing up from the bed.

"I should get to pick who I want to marry, screw this life it's a piece of crap! I hate it! I'd rather be a homeless person at least they get to pick who they marry!" I yell expressing my rage.

Guards fill the room alarmed by my sudden outburst.

"You know if you want to be a homeless person I have no problem with arranging that." He says still sitting.

"Guards take him to the dungeon." He shouts exiting the room.

The guards grab my arms and pull me away.

"No you can't do this." My screams fill the hallway. Jamie watches as they take me away.

The guards strip me of my silk pajamas and dress me in more suitable clothes for the dungeon.

"Please stop I won't do it again I promise!" I try to bargain with the guards but it seems that my father was paying them way more than I could afford.

They cuff me in the chains and lock the door leaving me crying, all alone, in the cold, dark, damp, dungeon.

(A/N) So I wrote this in a car sorry if it didn't meet your likings