Sterek One-Shots Book One (BoyxBoy)

Pocket Watches

I'll stop writing Arranged Married/Historial AU's when I'm dead. 

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        Stiles hisses when Scott pulls the necklace tighter on his neck, and his best friend, and manservant, whispers an apology. Stiles puts his hand on Scott's arm to show him it's okay. He hates this necklace, his betrothed has been sending him gifts every week until their marriage. Stiles has received jewelry, sweet meats, and pastries by the hand full. He's past most of it along to Scott or sometimes to the children of the city when he walks. “It looks beautiful on you, my lord.” Scott tells him, straightening out his shirt.

“It is a collar.” Stiles says, turning away in disgust from the mirror. Scott sighs sadly as he moves around to get more of Stiles' things together. Stiles is moving to the castle of his betrothed in just a few hours time, and he will be married. “At least you will you with me.” Stiles says, trying to sound happy and Scott gives him a reassuring smile. Stiles turns to stare out the window at the grayness outside while he blinks, and his mind wonders to when his father told him of his marriage.

Stiles is slowing walking towards his father's study, not really wanting to go see why his father had summoned him. He was just reading in the library when one of the maids brought him the message, and he sighs as he saves his place before going to see what his father wants. Stiles found his father sitting at his desk reading a letter, and Stiles stands still until he is noticed. His father is the king, and respect must be shown even if Stiles is his son. “Son.” John says, and Stiles smiles.

“Hello, Father.” Stiles says, and John gesturing for him to sit. Stiles takes a seat in the chair across the large wooden desk. “You wanted to speak to me?” Stiles asks, after an extended pause. John licks his lips slowly before he places his hands in front of himself, and Stiles feels uneasy. His father is not one to be uneasy about anything.

“Stiles, I am happy to tell you that I have found you a husband in the North.” John says, and Stiles gapes at him. Stiles wasn't ready to get married now, and maybe not ever. He loathed the idea of arranged marriage although it was custom in his lands.

“To who?” Stiles demands to know, and his John gives him a patient smile. He knows that their was talk of marrying him to the Martin's daughter or even to the someone whose name escapes Stiles' mind.

“Derek Hale.” John says, his tone daring Stiles to question it.

“He is a monster!” Stiles cries, and his father gives him a hard look before he holds his hand up to silence him.

“Not all werewolves are monsters, Little Prince.” John says, and Stiles huffs with indignation. He hates when his father calls him 'Little Prince', and only did it when he was trying to calm Stiles down or belittle him.

“Derek Hale is a monster, Father. He is a feral beast that has a black heart.” Stiles insists. He's heard stories from the servants about the Hale's. Only the King's brother remains alive after a vicious attack on the family, and it was rumored that Derek was still in mourning.

“He is in morning over the loss of his family. He is sad.” John says, and Stiles scoffs bitterly as he crosses his arms over his chest like a child.

“He is sad?” Stiles repeats, and his father nods. “So let's send him a young, virgin to cheer him up! Because that's what royals are born for, right Father? To marry other royals, and fuck and breed.” Stiles hisses, and his father slams his fist down on the table.