A Prince Charming Story

F**ing shoe - 1

This story will contain a lot of bad language, teenage struggles and anxieties. Boy x boy love and existential crises. With a touch of unicorn sprinkles, sarcasm and humor.

I'm trying something new and I really hope you like it.

A Cinderella story from the prince point of view.

And yes, he's name is Charming 😉

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Wheat fields everywhere, no shade as far as my eyes could see, and the sun was shining annoyingly bright. Great. This whole situation was  just... great. I let out a deep sigh. At least there's no mosquitoes around, that's what he said earlier to cheer me up. Or was he being sarcastic? But yeah, it was too bloody hot outside for even mosquitoes to thrive.

What day was it? Tuesday? How long had we been out here? I mean I'm losing track here. I peered back at Adam; he was casually eyeing his map as he let his horse walk slow on the dirty path.

"There's a village up ahead."

He didn't sound tired at all. How could he always stay so remarkably positive and happy? "Really?" I answered in disbelief. I scanned the area and couldn't see the slightest sign of any human activity.

"Yup, you'll see."

There it was again, my Adam, so positive.

After riding a few more minutes I realised he was kinda right. Well. Sort of. It wasn't much of a village, just a few houses and a barn standing together in the middle of a bunch of muddy fields a few men hopelessly tried to plough.

"I'm guessing those fields we just passed..."

"Belongs to the marquis of Carabas," he added.

"What an idiot."

"Hah, you can do better than that," Adam snickered.

"Turd..?"

"Not even close," he laughed.

The Marquis was hated for his bad attitude and well known for his wealth and not caring for the people less fortunate. Like these folks in this tiny hell hole. I sighed as we stopped in front of the first house, I really wished we didn't have to do this. 

I could see Adams' playful grin while he turned to me, "it's your time to knock," he said, but I didn't feel like moving. My body was actually aching quite a lot after all those hours on horseback and I knew I would feel worse if I stepped down.

"No it's not! I won't."

"Come on, lazy ass."

"Hey! I'm the prince, remember! You do as I say..!"

"Oh, really?" Adam rolled his eyes and smirked at me—his smile always made my heart pound harder and I couldn't help but to smile back. His lips were so intoxicating, the way they curved made me want to-..

"Excuse me madam, we're searching for young ladies who attended the ball a fortnight ago."

A fortnight, I thought, that's not long ago at all. Still it feels like I've sat in this saddle for months now, my life passing in review. And it made me realise how much it sucked, my life. Wonder if I'd be happier living in a mud-hole like this? I peered at the people who started to gather around us. They didn't look happy at all, the whole scene was quite depressing actually.

"And you are?" The woman called out to us and I studied the old hag that opened the door. No one living in this shed would have travelled all the way to the castle to attend the ball. We all knew it. But it was all part of my plan. I didn't want to get married and I didn't want to find the owner of this fucking shoe. What I wanted was to spend as much time as I could with Adam and maybe one day I'd work up my courage to tell him he's the love of my life. I sighed to myself as I admired his thick locks, the sun made them shift from a brown tone to a more golden.