Trouble in Royalty

Chapter 2, Surprise.

Holaaaa my peoplee! Quick update, huh? ‘Really, Alpha?’ will be updated soon…

Elliot:

‘Thump!’ Goes my shovel hitting against the stubborn soil. It wouldn’t budge! I hit it again, trying to disconnect the sun flower’s clingy roots from the soil.

I give up.

I threw the damn shovel on the damn ground, angrily. God!

I clapped my hands together in attempt of getting rid of the bits of soil on my hands.

I turned to my shack – which was one of my pretty great accomplishments before the incident – and pushed the creaky, wooden door to reveal my place in all its glory.

After washing my dirty hands, I grabbed my flute and went out again, slamming the door shut.

I was leaving to the castle of Dayne, King William’s.

Play some pretty tunes, get some cash. Perfect.

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Monique:

Sitting on my queen sized bed, I scrolled down on Google.

I still couldn’t face daddy, so I figured to surf on my Macbook.

I’m probably grounded – like, pretty much, every time – so it isn’t too torturing…

Making my father disappointed in me with that look and all, will do. ‘Cause it’s more than torturing..

I could hear my father’s applause, probably at another beggar or something…

“Monique!” My father’s voice boomed from my opened window.

I wondered what he wanted, after all I’ve done.

It’s not your fault, the logical voice reminded me.

Even though.

I shut my Laptop and placed it carefully on my bedside table.

When I reached the room they were in, I was in shock.

He was the most handsome beggar I’ve ever saw. Whoa, he was a hottie!

I could imagine my fingers skimming in his tousled, brown hair. I could see how much his unique, grey eyes sparkled from where I stand.

I’ve never saw grey eyes this beautiful.

Not even Brad Pitt’s! I’ll admit, when I met him, I got so flabbergasted at how grey and pretty his eyes were, but those!

“Monique!” Daddy’s voice snapped my back to reality. Oh shit, had I really been staring for three minutes or so? My cheeks heated up. Great, I’ve never blushed, and now miraculously in the presence of this overly gorgeous boy, I do.

Curse me.

I looked at dad’s disapproving look and smiled sheepishly at him. I then averted my eyes to GB – short for Gorgeous Boy – and found him smirking devilishly.

Waste of looks…  Pity.

If possible, I could feel my blush deepen which had me ducking my head to make my blonde mane to cover my scarlet face. I could feel his gaze burning at me holes making me more uncomfortable.

Me? Shy? How?!

GB outstretched his muscly hand which made his biceps flex. God, I’m melting.

After a minute, I understood that he wanted a hand shake.

Way to go, dumbass!

I shook his hand gingerly.

He’s poor, Moni. His gorgeous face won’t make money.

It’s not enough, he isn’t perfect. I deserve perfect.

“Hello my princess.” His husky voice made my toes curl in delight.

“H-hi,” I stuttered lamely.

Wow.

“This is Elliot Sterling, Moni. Your new husband.” Father’s voice said, but I couldn’t comprehend anything after that sentence.

My heart dropped in my stomach, making bile rise to my throat.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s gorgeous and I’m pretty sure I mentioned that a lot. But he’s poor! I’m royalty!

This is a joke, it has to be.

Suddenly, my laughter was echoing in the large room startling both Daddy and Elliot.

“Ah, good one, dad. Always the jokester.” I wiped my laughter tears, still chuckling and clutching my stomach.

“No, Monique. I’m telling the truth. This is your punishment, you need to be taught a lesson of your actions and you need to be independent. I can’t trust you in this attitude and irresponsibility to take over Dayne and my people after I die! You need to know how to live in a difficult environment and work to gain money and be successful. It’s for your own good.” Dad’s last words were hazy.

I could see black spots dancing in my vision. Long story short, I fainted.

Before I can hit the ground, I felt strong, warm arms engulfing my petite body.

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“Morning, Sunshine!” A raspy, husky voice greeted cheerily when I first opened my eyes.

What the..?

“Welcome to paradise.”

When I looked up, I saw the most disgusting place ever. This isn’t my castle, not my luxurious room!

“Paradise my as— Ouch!” I winced and clutched my head.

I could feel my head pounded. I could feel the blood pounding through it.

“Where am I?” I asked and removed my fingers from my eyes to look at the boy.

He’s Elliot! I could feel the earlier events bombarding me. Oh.

No, no, no, no. Please no!

I don’t even know the guy! He could be a creepy pervert for all I know! Or worst, a rapist! Or even a serial—

“First, you should stop freaking out with wide eyes.” His amused voice stated.

I could only hope for the best. God, be with me.

“Okay, here we go. Hello princess, I’m your new husband, Elliot Sterling, which makes you now Monique Sterling and not your maiden name – Crowne --, and before asking about how we are lawfully married without going to church and all, your dad is the king, he’s capable of anything. A call can do. We live here, Accut St., in my pretty cool shack. We work to get money and I work in the bakery downtown which isn’t very helpful, but I’ll get promoted if you help me with the house so I can focus and the Bakery. Plus, I’m pretty hot and you’re too, so it’s meant to be.” He explained and winked, smirking.

God, isn’t he arrogant.

“I can’t be married to you! I just can’t!” I yelled frantically, eyes wide as saucers.

“Too bad, princess. You’re stuck. So, I suggest you start on those dishes. They won’t get sparkling clean all alone.” Was his response, chucking the cheap motorbike’s keys.

Wohoo! A new chap. Don’t worry, ‘Really, Alpha?’ will be update in a week or so.

Did you like it? I personally had fun writing this.

I just love Elliot’s character :’)

You know the drill.

Media: Just Can’t Let Her Go, by One Direction.

Couldn’t help but post this song, it matches Monique and Elliot’s ‘relationship’. I apologize for posting One Direction songs in a row…

Adios,

Ghena, x.