Pairing: Prince Luke Hemmings+Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
You can find parts 1-3 here
(A/N): hii I’m back from my small writing hiatus and I’ll begin to update regularly now! xx
The frigid air bit at his pale skin, white snow now beginning to fall and collect on his black coat. He took a deep breath and hesitantly knocked on the worn wood door. The door quickly opened, a pair of frightened brown eyes meeting ice cold sapphire irises.
Without a word, the tall blonde entered the small makeshift home. The brown haired girl was stunned at the prince’s presence, her breath hitching in her throat. The room was silent except for the cracking notice coming from the fireplace.
"Y/N," The Prince firmly said, taking off his coat and carelessly throwing it on a chair. "I have something to tell you,"
"Your Royal Highness, why are you here-" Y/N questioned, heart beating against her chest.
"Did I ask you to interrupt me?"
"I can’t do this anymore!" A muffled cry rang out into the massive bedroom. "What the hell!"
"Luke," Prince Ashton called out. "Get a hold of yourself."
The two were currently sat on the wood floor of the royal prince’s room, the discussion of the unfortunate event that happened only a few days ago in the air. Ashton and Luke had known each other since they were small boys, growing close to each other even thought they were apart of different kingdoms.
Luke wiped his red rimmed eyes and got up to pour a glass of alcohol. “Ashton, you want some?”
"I’m fine mate," He softly smiled as this was the first time he saw Luke in this horrible state. "My mum has always told me that communication is key."
Luke raised his eyebrows, taking a long sip of the strong alcohol. He kept quiet waiting for the curly haired boy to explain.
"Have you talked to the King and Queen about your point of view? Maybe they would have understood that you don’t wish to participate in the marriage,"
"I’ve told them before! And look where I am now!" Luke yelled furiously, slamming the glass down. The alcohol swiftly seeping into his veins, clouding his thoughts. "I don’t even remember the girl’s name for god’s sake!"
"Then who do you remember?"
"Y/N," Luke mumbled, drowning down the remaining alcohol.
Luke’s tired eyes scanned the small house, finding a torn up suit case ready to go.
"I’m leaving tomorrow morning," Y/N mumbled, not daring to look at the prince. "It was my mistake of coming here in the first place. I’m so sorry your royal highness,"
Luke leaned against one of the beat up tables, crossing his arms not knowing what to say. He had chosen to wear casual clothes to blend in with the general public, black long sleeved shirt nicely fitting his broad and built torso.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Luke?" He raised his eyebrows, and walked closer to Y/N. Luke tried to grasp her soft hands, but she flinched back as if his touch burned her.
"You have a fiancé, Luke," Y/N bitterly asserted. "I hope you haven’t forgotten. I remember all of the effort that you had put in just so I could witness your new beginning with another woman. You could have your dress back too. I don’t need any favor from a rich prince,"
Luke remained silent, clenching his fists trying to maintain his anger. The silver engagement ring on Luke’s hand glowed in the moon’s reflection, seeming to mock him. Both of their eyes diverting to glance at the piece of metal that tore their lives apart.
Without a second glance, Luke hastily took off the ring and threw it across the room not caring where it ended up.
"Are you happy now?" Luke yelled, not caring if anyone overheard them. "I came here to talk things through! Jesus, I don’t even remember how she looks like! Y/N every time I close my eyes, you’re all I see!"
"Luke! I’m not fit for you!" She yelled back, ignoring what he had said. "I’m not worth anything and I won’t be able to give you anything!"
Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes but she took a shaky breath and continued. “Forget everything and leave me be,”
"I can’t Y/N," Luke sighed, running his fingers through his messy blonde locks. "You don’t understand."
Locking his dull blue eyes with Y/N, he placed his cold hand on her cheek. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, his captivating scent surrounding her.
"I’m helpless," Luke muttered, putting his free hand on the wall beside her. "Marry me please. You’re the only one left to save me,"
Y/N starred at him with wide eyes, not believing him. “I’m… no. Are you out of your mind?”
"I’ll take care of you, I promise." Luke murmured, stroking Y/N’s face with his thumb.
"I’m sorry I can’t," she shook her head, moving Luke’s hands away. "Find someone else,"
He was running out of time, he had to convince her somehow before his parents, the king and queen, found out he ran away from the castle.
"Please," Luke begged, "Help me get out of this. We’ll escape from this kingdom and travel somewhere far away. Y/N…"
She took a deep breath and put her head in her hands. She knew she was going to regret what she was going to say, but she couldn’t help decline his offer and leave Luke to suffer after what he had done for her.
"I’ll marry you,"
Luke looked up at her with widened eyes, his heart swelling with pride. He enveloped her with a hug, thanking her a countless number of times. The world seemed to stop when Luke pressed his lips to Y/N for the first time, taking his time and sweetly rubbing her back. He moved Y/N so that her back was pressed against the wall, deepening the kiss.
This didn’t continue for long as there was an impatient knocking at the door. “We are palace guards,” a gruff voice yelled. “Open the door!”
"Luke," Y/N whispered, frightened and she hid behind him.
"How did they find me so quick? It’s okay, I’ll figure something out," Luke assured, putting on his coat.
"Take the back door and wait by my horse Apollo," he motioned for her to go immediately. With a slight nod, she sneaked out before taking a second glance at the tall blonde.
Before Luke had time to react, the guards had broken the old door down. Swiftly taking Y/N’s bag, Luke revealed a blade from his coat pocket.
"Don’t risk it," Luke warned, threatening them with his sharpened dagger ready to strike.
"Your royal highness," one of the guards spoke up, "We have orders from the King to arrest you for treason."
"Treason?" Luke yelled, slowly inching his way to the back door that led to Y/N. "Tell him to go find another Prince."
And with that he bolted for the door, the guards yelling behind him and trying to catch him.
"Get on Apollo!" Luke yelled to Y/N trying to get away from them without any bloodshed. She followed his command, hastily grasping onto the saddle.
The cold weather not helping their situation one bit. Breathlessly, Luke skillfully mounted the white horse and began to gallop away from the armed guards.
"They’re still behind us!" Y/N yelled as Luke gripped the reins even tighter, making his chest pressed against her back.
"Thank you Ms. Obvious!" Luke sarcastically yelled, heading for the short cut that led them away from the kingdom.
"Where are we going?" Y/N asked after a while, the guards long gone from their vision.
"Far, far away."
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