Enter the princess
882 Words
*Sebastian*
As Ryan pulls on a crisp shirt, the rich fabric shimmering in the soft light of the chamber, I’m still wrestling with the news he just dropped. He’s tangled up in a royal mess, and I’m determined to help him navigate through it. The door creaks open, and my heart races as I prepare for anything.
Then she enters.
The princess.
I barely catch my breath. She’s everything Ryan described and more… a striking vision in a gown that flows like liquid silk, accentuating her every curve. Her hair falls in cascading waves, framing her face with an ethereal glow, and when her green eyes lock onto mine, I’m momentarily stunned.
“Ryan,” she says, her voice smooth but assertive, “I believe we need to talk.”
Ryan straightens, his expression shifting from surprise to wariness. “Uh, yeah. I guess we do.”
I take a half-step back, trying to blend into the background, but the princess’s gaze catches me. “And you must be the infamous Sebastian Grant,” she says, a hint of amusement playing at her lips. “I’ve heard about you.”
“Only good things, I hope,” I reply, forcing a smile. Inside, my mind is racing. What is she doing here? Shouldn’t she be preparing for her royal duties or whatever it is princesses do?
“Unfortunately, I’m afraid my father has other plans for both of you,” she says, crossing her arms. “We are to be married, Ryan. My dearest father has made his wishes quite clear.”
“Yeah, we were just discussing that,” Ryan says, frustration lacing his tone. “No offence your highness, but I’m not exactly thrilled about it, you know.”
A flicker of understanding crosses her face, and for a moment, I see a glimpse of the girl behind the title. “Believe me, I’m not thrilled about it either,” she admits, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I was hoping we could come to some sort of… arrangement.”
“Arrangement?” I interject, raising an eyebrow. “What kind of arrangement?”
She glances between us, her expression growing serious. “I don’t want to marry you, Ryan. And I can’t imagine you want to marry me either. We’re both being forced into this situation, and I’d like to find a way out of it.”
Ryan shifts, his brow furrowing. “Are you saying you want to escape? Run away?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she replies, determination etched on her beautiful features. “I have someone I love… his name is Leo. He’s a soldier, brave and loyal. I can’t bear the thought of being tied to someone I don’t know, let alone someone I have no feelings for.”
“Leo?” Ryan echoes, glancing at me. “What’s your plan? You can’t just run away. Your father will hunt you down.”
“I know,” she says, nodding. “But if we can devise a strategy, we could both find a way to escape this fate. I need to meet with Leo, and you need to figure out how to get out of marrying me.”
I take a step closer, intrigued. “What if we teamed up? If we work together, we could create a diversion… something that would allow you to slip away to see Leo while we figures out how to confront the king… We kinda have some questions about some guards or soldiers bearing his royal crest that we ran into in Italy.”
She studies me for a moment, her expression shifting from skepticism to intrigue. “You really think that could work?”
“Absolutely,” I reply, feeling a surge of confidence. “But we need to be smart about it. Your father has eyes everywhere, and one misstep could lead to disaster for all of us.”
Ryan crosses his arms, a thoughtful look on his face. “It’s risky, but it might be our only option. I didn’t come back to this kingdom just to be shackled to a marriage I don’t want.”
The princess nods, her determination hardening. “Then we have to act quickly. I can’t let my father force me into this marriage, and I won’t let you be trapped either. We need a plan that will buy us time.”
“Let’s start planning,” I say, feeling the adrenaline pulse through me. “We’ll need to gather information about your movements, the guards’ schedules, anything that could help us pull this off… I am guessing you already knows a lot.”
As we begin brainstorming our escape, I can’t shake the feeling that this is about more than just avoiding a marriage. It’s about seizing our destinies, about fighting for what we want in a world that seeks to control us.
The princess may be royalty, but she’s more than just a pawn in her father’s game. And as I watch her speak with passion, I realize that perhaps, just perhaps, we can turn this unwelcome situation into an adventure of our own making.
“Alright,” I say, a grin creeping onto my face. “Let’s do this. Maybe together we can fix it.”
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