Born To Be

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"Great," I mumbled under my breath. I played Subway Surfers on my phone to kill time and stood up when Mrs. Harrington entered. 

"Your majesty," she bowed her head. 

"Oh, please. No need for that," I smiled, shaking her hand. 

"Where would you like the fitting to take place?" 

"Right here is fine," my mother said, walking in. 

She nodded, placing the bag on the floor and taking out the suit. "Could you please go and put this on, your majesty?" She smiled, handing it to me. 

I went into the nearest bathroom and changed before coming back out. It's undoubtedly too big for me. It must be my father's size. He's a little... I'm a little fitter. 

"All right," Mrs. Harrington chuckled, taking out some sort of chalk and a bunch of pins. 

I hate needles and I hate pins. So I am definitely not moving. 

"Please move as little as possible," she said. I stood straight while she started at my sleeves, drawing with chalk and pinning the areas down. "Your highness," she turned to my mother. "Would it be possible to have an old pair of Prince Archer's trousers instead? I'm sure it would be more comfortable if we avoid that fitting," she said. 

Yes. I would undoubtedly be uncomfortable with a lady around the age of my mother drawing with chalk up my leg. 

"Yes, of course," my mother nodded. One of our butlers got one and handed it to Mrs. Harrington. 

"I shall take my leave then." She said, helping me take off the suit and gently putting it back in the bag. 

I went back into the bathroom, swapped those pants for my own, and handed them to her, neatly folded. 

"Would you like to send someone to pick these up or shall I have them delivered, your highness?" she asked my mother. 

"Could you have them delivered?" 

"Of course, tomorrow morning by nine?" 

"That would be perfect, thank you so much." 

"It is my duty, have a great day," she grinned, waving us bye and then left. 

I went back into my study and got back to studying previous accounts. All preparation to become King, I suppose. Jesus Christ. 

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

It was now the next morning and I was on my run. I can't even leave the estate, so I just run in its perimeter. Which is annoying. 

I made it to the front, circling the entire palace, and started running up to the guarded gate. I slowed, seeing a tire of a bicycle wheeling in. I went back a little to increase the distance and stood there in confusion. 

Who the hell is that? 

I watched as she bobbed her head to a beat with earphones plugging in, biking leisurely. She went right past the gate before I heard her yell, "Shit!" She wheeled herself back with her feet, pulling her earphones out and shoving them in her pocket once she climbed off. She kicked her stand, grabbed a bag, and turned to the guards. 

They stood in their stance, glaring at her. 

"That's very intimidating, okay," she mumbled. 

I watched in amusement. 

"Um, I'm here from Cherie, this is Prince Archer's suit. It's been altered to his fitting and the bill is inside, it is yet to be paid for," she explained, handing the bag through the bars. 

They checked the bag before one of them took it inside. 

She stood there awkwardly while staring at the palace in awe, taking it in. "Uh, sir?" 

"What?" the guard asked gruffly. 

"Can I get that rose?" she asked, pointing to the rose bush behind the guard. 

"These are not to be plucked." 

She frowned. "It's one rose from a whole bush, are you kidding?" 

I chuckled, staying out of her sight. 

"Your suit is very nice, by the way," she smiled. 

"Flattery doesn't work," he replied. 

She clicked her tongue, "Please? It's for a loved one? Please, please, please, please, please, please? I won't leave. Ever. Please, please, please, please, please, ple-" 

"Fine!" 

She grinned bouncing on the balls of her feet while he plucked out a rose, avoiding the thorns and handing it to her. "Thank you," she beamed at him. I watched her with narrowed eyes while she carefully plucked out each thorn. She placed the rose in her basket, turning back to the gate when the payment was brought. She counted the money before patting her pockets. She isn't wearing a dress. She's wearing a t-shirt and some jeans. 

She looks cute. 

"Um, I don't have any change. Here, a hundred Lunar less for the Prince," she chuckled, slipping the bill back. 

I walked over to the gate, taking the hundred Lunar note from the guard. "Keep it. Fifty Lunar just for you," I said, holding it out for her to take. 

"Oh, thanks," she grinned, turning around and climbing onto her bike, biking past the gates. 

She... didn't recognize me? 

She yelled, "Oh my God!" before wheeling herself back. She looked at me with calculating eyes before they widened in recognition. "Uh oh. You're..." 

"Hi," I smiled, nodding. 

She facepalmed, quickly recovering. "I am very sorry, your majesty. Please have a nice day and forget this ever happened. Goodbye," she said quickly, biking past the gates as fast as she could go. 

I turned to the guard. "About that rose..." 

"I apologize, your majesty, but she-" 

"Next time, just give it to her." 

He nodded, slightly surprised. 

I shook my head before turning around and getting back to my run. One more lap and then I'm done. That completes the tenth one. 

So she works at that boutique. Interesting. 

I completed my run and then went back into the palace, heading straight for the shower. After all, there is a party tonight. I have to get ready now, don't I? 

This is what life is like for me. Constantly getting ready for one thing or the other.

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Chapter 2

His suit at the top

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