Summary: You look exactly like the princess of Genieve who is promised to marry the prince of your country, Prince Dean. But what happens if the princess doesn’t want to marry him and meets you, her look-a-like?
Warnings: none, except some swear words (the usual basically)
So my computer crashed for no reason and I lost a big part of this chapter which explains why it’s posted a little later than planned. But it’s finally here!!! And we’re already at chapter 5! I’m so excited!
I’m going to warn you in advance: chapter 6 might take a little longer to get posted since I won’t have that much time to write next week and I have a couple of challenge fics to write as well.
Unfortunately I’m going to be closing the tags for this series (not my forever tag list) because it takes me so long to click all of your names and activate the tags. I’m sorry!
Feedback is very much appreciated and I hope y’all enjoy! P.S. I hope my tags are working, if not, please tell me :)
Leaves rustled and swished and birds were chirping as you walked next to the Prince. Your hands brushed against each other and Dean laced his fingers through yours. You strolled through the park together in silence. Smiling at the man next to you, you continued your way, enjoying the peace and quiet of the moment. When you leaned a little closer to your date, he squeezed your hand, whispering your name.
“Wake up, Y/N,” he smirked, his voice a little higher and more feminine than you remembered.
“Wake up, Y/N,” you heard that voice call out for you again. Slowly the comfort of sleep was pulled away, your foggy mind clearing up, taking in your surroundings. Right, you were the Princess of Genieve for the week. You grunted as you snuggled back down and tried to block out any noises. It was too early to wake up!
“Y/N, seriously. We are trying to be civilized here but if you don’t respond we’ll kick you out of bed,” Jo’s words boomed through the room.
“Fine!” you growled back, apparently giving them permission to barge through the doors and drag you out of bed anyway. “What time is it anyway?” you yawned while you rubbed the grains out of your eyes. You wanted to go back to sleep and get back to your dream. You didn’t remember what story your mind came up with, but you recalled a happy and warm fuzzy feeling. It was a nice dream, that’s for sure.
“6:30,” Charlie smiled as she pulled you from your thoughts and pushed you towards the bathroom.
“What?! That’s not an hour a princess should wake up at! Doesn’t Ellie sleep in or something? This is inhumane,” you scowled annoyed. 6:30, my ass, you thought.