the dRaGoN one

Moving On

A/N: Hey guys, sorry this probably won't make a lot of sense lol, this is the beginning of the story. I'll post more, and if you like it please comment so I'll know to keep posting. Otherwise I might just leave it in draft mode, I'm pretty lazy, to be honest. I really really sincerely hope you enjoy this, because I had SO much fun writing it. 

Leya, Princess of Brinn, promised to Prince Rykor of Gloann, POV:

So I just got shoved out of the conference room and I'm still in my bathrobe from THAT morning and I'm like speedily walking to my room praying that no one will be there.

But, someone is there. It is Harum....the boy who followed me from my country to this kingdom....all to keep me safe. Even though he knew I was to marry someone else on this journey.  He was waiting by the door, doing his duty and guarding my room.

Looking a little flushed, his eyes flash down to what I'm wearing and he smirks a little like "good going."

"Shut up," i warn before he even says anything.

"Are you good?" He asks as I open my door. I'm not really good right now, I'm pretty certain that something is happening to the empress, I'm aching from what those assassins did to me and I just got caught in a palace, where I'm supposed to be convincing people I can lead them into peace, in a bathrobe.

Harum kinda sees what I'm thinking through my eyes and pushes me into my room, wrapping his arms around me. "Hey," he says soothingly, "it's gonna be okay." I start tearing up and shaking and he sits me down in my bed and pulls away and is like "do you need to talk about anything?"

I look up at him with puffy eyes and I'm like "why can't the prince be more like you?" He smiles sadly and he's like "I wonder that a lot."

"Oh," i say kinda awkwardly, "sorry. That came out wrong."

"Leya," he starts softly, grabbing one of my hands. "I'm always going to be here for you....in so many ways. This isn't how I wanted life to go for you. Pretty much the opposite, actually." He laughs dryly. "I imagined you marrying someone else."

I look down at my lap, feeling super guilty.

He tilts me head up to look at him. "But it's the right thing to do...he's already improving in your eyes, I can see it. I know when you're faking, Leya, and when you're not. He makes you smile. And..." he trails off. "He can protect you better than I ever could."

"Are you telling me you support this marriage?" I ask doubtfully.

"Oh, no. Not at all. I can't stand the guy. But I support the alliance this will bring, and I know that you'll never be satisfied until the wars over. He's your best chance to be happy. He's the man you're going to marry in a week and a half, and I think that maybe," his voice cracks, "just mAyBe, you two will  truly end up making each other happy. Because you both have the same goal, the same tenacity, the same levels of power. Theoretically speaking, this should work."

I tear up, feeling so bad that I'm making him comfort me when I know that the last thing he wants to see is me with another man, let alone the man who strategized the attack on his father, his friends, the guards under his jurisdiction.

"Hey, come here," he pulls me into him, whispering after a minute, "you have to go....you have to do this. And I," he pushes me back to look me in the eye. "I will do my best to let you go."

A/N: Like I said, you're likely confused at this point, just keep reading. You'll get the hang of it I promise:)

Also check out my other book, it's less confusing and I just barely published it. Thanks a ton