Niall Horan Imagines

Royal Heart- Part 2

*Niall's POV*

(Y/N) coughed away the knot in her throat before bowing down to me. "I must go," She said once again, and I did not even have a chance to protest. She turned away from me and hurried out of my bedchamber similar to the way she escaped the garden earlier that morning. I forced myself to my feet, reaching out after her. But she had already scurried out into the hall, and I could see the knights watching as she ran back to the kitchen. I couldn't understand what it was that always made her run. 

A growl slipped past my lips and I turned on my heels so that I faced a window. I stared outside and I could hear the faint voice of the man that still stood in the room with me, "Sir, is there something I should know about?"

This upset me. It sent a boiling anger through my blood. What was there to know? And if there even was something, why would it be in his interest? "There is nothing to know!" I snapped, spinning so that I glared at him with icy eyes. I pounded my fist on the table in which my breakfast still sat, causing some tea to spill over the rim of the cup. "Nothing now that..." I stopped myself, for I knew it was not in my right place to carry on. But then I thought of it - who's to stop me? Who's to put a barrier on me and tell me whom I can and cannot interact with? Who's to say my princess has to have a crown? "Nothing now that she's gone," I finished strongly, my eyes meeting with his deep ones.

"Of whom do you speak, Your Highness?" He questioned me, as if the kitchen maid in my bedchamber had been nothing but a hallucination to him. "Surely you don't speak of..."

He did not finish, but he did not need to. I knew of whom he was referring. "Leave," I demanded, refusing to converse any longer. He was stunned and therefore moved not an inch. "Leave!" I shouted, "Now!" He flinched at my harsh tone but bowed slightly before backing out of the room. Before he could completely disappear, I snarled at him, "And tell my father I will not be attending lunch today."

I knew the man wanted to protest further, but he refrained, probably in fear of how I might react. Once I heard the echo of the doors closing, I sunk back into my chair and sighed. There was no note on my tray, but there was a half-eaten slice of toast, in which I could still see the bite (Y/N) had taken from it. I sipped the remaining of my tea and pictured my sweet (Y/N) fixing a slice of toast for me, watching it every second as to assure herself that it would not burn.

My father's loud and famous footsteps angrily marched down the hall, and I hadn't even a moment to prepare before he barged into my bedchamber, aggressively throwing the doors open. A pair of knights entered after him and I stood as my father boomed, "Damn it, Niall, what has gotten into you?" My chest began to heave with nervous breaths and he approached me slowly, pointing an accusing finger at me. His voice shook with a fearful fury as he said, "Do you know what they're talking about?!" He threw one arm out, toward the doors, and continued in a louder tone, "The entire palace is talking! Spitting rumors about my son and the kitchen maid. Is this true? What secrets are you keeping from me, son?" 

"Why does this anger you so much?" I hissed, "Nothing has happened. Is it a crime to speak to the very people that work for me, father? Where is the fault in that?"

"It is wrong to ask a kitchen maid into your bedchamber," He barked, "It is wrong to even speak with those of such little name. What does she stand for? She cooks food and washes dish towels, Niall, there is no pride in that! Look at what disgrace you'd bring to my family, to my name! You cannot possibly think you are doing any right in this." My body loosened and my fists eased at my sides.