Thread: My Princess.. Er.. Prince. (WishXDon't)

She would be arriving soon. He knew that. But the crown prince couldn't force himself to leave his bedroom. He would be marrying her, since the day he turned ten he knew that. The day the war ended. The day his parents made the decision for him. It was in fact an aggravating business. Knowing he could not be allowed to love someone because he knew he already had a fiance. Even if this princess was as beautiful as the rumors had told him. A soft grumbling left his lips as he continued to pace across the floor, hands folded behind his back and eyes narrowed at the ground. The last thing he wanted was to marry someone he knew nothing about but he didn't have a choice. It was either marry her or allow a war to break out once again. That was the last thing he wanted to happen. A soft knock on the door forced him to pause, lips pressing into a thin line as he turned and headed for the door. What he found behind it made him inwardly groan, taking a step to the side as two servants bustled in with what looked to be his suit in their hands. Pulling in a breath he allowed them in and shut the door behind them. For the next twenty minutes they bustled around, forcing him to change out of the clothes he was wearing and into the black and white suit they had brought along with him. One look in the mirror made him seriously groan, lifting a hand to go through his dark slightly wavy brown hair. Prince Ewan. You look fabulous. One of the servants clapped her hands together. She was Ewans personal servant and the two of them had become quiet close over the years. Really if he had been given the choice on who he was going to marry it would of been her. Thanks Josselyn. He muttered the words softly, not taking his eyes off the mirror until his bedroom door opened once again. A man stood there, another servant, the butler in fact and that only meant the princess had arrived. Pulling in a breath he gave the man a nod, using a hand to usher the servants away. Leave me now. He watched the servants leave, making sure the door was closed behind him before he headed over to the window and looked out. He could see the carriage pulling up and he sighed again. Best to get this over with before he decided it truly wasn't worth it. Turning on his heels he headed for the door, yanking it open and heading down the hall. The whole castle was in a bustle, moving things and getting ready for the wedding that would take place in a few short hours. Everyone seemed to be happy about it except for Ewan, his grim face showing his discomfort as he walked through the throng of excited servants. Some of them would be coming with him when the new castle was done being built. The one that his parents were erecting to signify the joining of the two kingdoms. It was going to be located right on the borders of both kingdoms. Already a city was being built up around it. The hope was that people would move there once it was complete. When Ewan reached the throne room he paused, forcing himself to hide the frown on his lips and look a little more chipper for when he faced his parents. Pushing the doors open he stepped forward, making his way towards his parents who were standing before their chairs. His mother was barking out orders to the servants, changing this and that about the room to make it perfect. The whole throne room had been transformed, white cloth covered almost every surface, chairs being set up in rows so the nobles could watch. Of course the normal citizens would have to wait outside the castle to hear the announcement once it was finally done but he knew almost everyone would be there to hear it. Everyone had been waiting for this, everyone expect the prince of course. The king smiled at his son when he reached them, clapping a hand on the princes shoulder. She has arrived! My son! As beautiful as the day i first saw her! He chuckled warmly, those bright green eyes meeting his son's own brilliant blue one. Ewan had his mother's eyes. Behind him a sound announced that the princess was there, the Queen clapping her hands together to force everyone to come to attention. People quickly filled into the room and took their seats, Ewan moving to stand where he needed to be and the king taking his chair, pulling the queen along behind her. To Ewan it seemed like slow motion as those doors opened and revealed his new bride, gulping slightly as his eyes truly landed on her for the firs time. What everyone had said about her was right. She was beautiful.