Part 4 of 6 (finally) redninjakitty14rp (ugh, sorry for the ridiculously long wait >.< but! It’s here now so…)
Prince Roberto of Altaria. You weren’t supposed to be friends - you weren’t even supposed to have met and you certainly weren’t supposed to fall in love…but…all the same, you did.
Prince Roberto of Altaria. Friendly. Carefree. Charismatic…with a gentle, caring and sincere side. During the time you had spent as the royal designer, you had gotten to know him better. His fun side, his kind side…his hidden side…and gradually, without you even knowing…you fell in love. But worry and doubt was laced in your thoughts. The two of you were close, of course…but Roberto was close with everyone and over time, all you could wonder was…would the two of you ever be more than friends?
Your question was answered. Her name was Natasha. Princess Natasha. She had the same cheerful, outgoing aura as the prince himself. They were peas in a pod - anyone could see that and, as painful as it was, so could you. You didn’t hate her, how could you? She was kind and generous, loving and thoughtful, caring and good natured - everything a Princess should be, everything you longed to be. Clearly, Roberto felt the same way. When she had come to visit, the two of them clicked instantly, he was laughing at her side within seconds and each one of their playful chuckles was like a shot to the heart.
For a while, you endured it, not wanting such ‘trivial matters’ to disrupt your work but over time, you noticed that Roberto was never alone anymore - Natasha was always by his side, laughing and joking - even when discussing designs you felt like a third wheel. After around a month since Natasha’s arrival, you had had enough. You couldn’t take it anymore…and so you did the most convenient thing possible. You left.
It was a late Friday night. The sky was clear and the absence of wind made the air feel warm. You had gathered all your things and left a note to explain the situation…but as you neared the towering door a strong hand stopped you.
“…Haya? Where are you going so late at night.” The Prince questioned you as you hid your face. Chuckling, he continued, “and what’s with the suitcase? Haha if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were leav…ing…” He stopped short at the realisation and spun you around, gripping both of your shoulders. “What are you doing?! D-don’t tell me…you’re really going?!” His dark orbs were dyed with worry and confusion as he desperately seeked answers.
The deep and sincere look in his eyes mesmerised you, somehow forcing you to tell the truth. “I’m sorry Roberto,” you found yourself saying. “I-I love you so…it would be better if I left…“ You smiled weakly, looking up at his bewildered face. Much to your surprise, his expression melted into a heartfelt grin as he pulled you into his broad chest. “P-Prince Roberto?!” “Thank goodness…haha you had me worried there Haya!” He joked, “…though I’m glad…” He whispered, suddenly turning serious. “…all this time…I was terrified that I would have to remain you’re ‘good friend’ for the rest of my life…I was starting to imagine what on earth I would do if you fell in love with someone but…thank goodness…” As you listened to his words, you still didn’t quite understand. “What…are you saying?” You could sense him smiling as he leaned his chin on top of your head comfortably. “I’m saying that I love you Haya. I always have…and I’m so glad that I can finally tell you…all this time, I was terrified that it woulf ruin our friendship and trouble you…haha, pretty pathetic aren’t I?” You shook your head furiously, warmth rushing through your body. “You’re not pathetic! You were just being considerate and…well…Infelt the exact same way…” He pulled away at your words and gazed into your eyes. “Truly?” He asked.
He smiled a wide grin as he looked down at you and bent down to press his lips on yours. “I love you Haya.” He was gentle at first but gradually, the kiss grew more and more passionate. So much so that when he pulled away, you were gasping for air as you stared up at him. He chuckled and reached down to pick up your suitcase in one hand and your hand in the other. “Come on, we can just leave your suitcase in the corner of my room.” He murmered, beginning to lead you away from the door. “…Your room?” Your question was met by a grin as he said. “Of course! You didn’t think that I was going to let you go tonight did you?” At his words, you felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you mentally prepared yourself for the night to come…
Aaand that is that! Hope you liked it!