A Multifandom Collection of Short Stories

5: Supernatural (Royal AU) Part 2

The fight continues for a few minutes, Dean's blood dripping onto the cobblestone courtyard. Dean overpowers my father and knocks his sword from his hands. (Think that one scene from Prince Caspian when Edmund is fighting Trumpkin.) He shakes my fathers hand, then heads to the medic tent. I stand and rush to catch up with him. A medic reaches out to him, but I stop them.

"I'll get it, Grim." My mom made sure I was trained in basic medicine as well as hunting techniques. I grab a wet washcloth and begin to dab it on Dean's arm. "Prince Dean, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you."

"Your fight was very impressive."

"Uh, thanks."

"Roll up your sleeve." He rolls it up. I finish cleaning the cut and wrap a bandage around his arm. The blood seeps through the cloth. "That's not going to work. I'm going to stitch it. This is gonna hurt. Have a seat." He sits in a nearby chair. The medic hands me a needle dripping with a little alcohol and some thread. I thread the needle and give Dean something to bite down on. He takes it in his hand but doesn't bite it. I puncture the skin on the left end of the cut. Dean stares at me working, his face straight. I finish stitching it, Dean never flinching or grimacing once. I pour some alcohol over the stitches and put a bandage over them.

"You're all set." I blush and smile lightly.

"Thank you, Princess." He brushes a lock of my hair behind my ear, winks, and walks away. I blush again.

...

The next day, I sleep in. The suitors are spending the whole day with my parents and then the winner is announced tonight. My parents get to choose who is eliminated this afternoon, then I get to choose the winner from the remaining two.

I wake up at 11, merely three hours before my parents announce the final two. I eat a light breakfast, chat with my maids and ladies-in-waiting. When 2 rolls around, I get dressed and head back to the courtyard yet again. This time my parents sit front and center and I sit to the side. When everyone arrives, my mom stands up.

"Welcome everyone. Today history shall be made. Tonight, my daughter will choose the winning suitor. But, there are still three remaining Princes. This afternoon, we," she points between the King and herself. "will pick the remaining two." The crowd applauds. "And the two remaining are Prince Dean and Prince Caleb." My mom eliminated Prince Sam. I stand.

"Thank you, Mother. You leave me with an easy choice," I say. "Ladies and gentlemen of the court! Before I announce the winning suitor, I'd like to make the announcement that the wedding will be held two weeks from tomorrow. And now, the moment for which you all have been waiting, the winner of the competition and the man whom I will be marrying is Prince Dean." He gives me the cutest smile and I blush. Prince Caleb walks away without a word, and I descend the steps to my future husband. He reaches a hand out and I take it. Suddenly, he pulls me into a dip and kisses me.

"I was hoping you'd choose me," he whispers before pulling me back up. He puts his hands on my waist and kisses me again.

"I really liked Sam, so if he wants to live with us, I wouldn't mind."

"He's got a kingdom to run now. There is no way we'll let our brother Adam rule."

I chuckle quietly at his joke. The crowd seems to devour our witty banter. My mother and father approach us.

"Congratulations Prince Dean. We're proud to have you join the family," she says to us. "Let us retire for a feast. Sam!" she turns away from us and goes to talk to Dean's brother.

"I'm very happy for you two," my father says. "In two weeks, I can be retired!" Dean and I laugh at my dad's remark. Dean's laugh is sweet, his smile bright. As my dad walks away, I turn Dean towards me and kiss him. I lay my head on his chest, and he holds me against him. We walk inside to the dining hall. Our future king sits a the head of the table. My father stands to make a toast.

"To the future king and queen of the Eastern Kingdom. Long live the king!" The people at the table echo his sentiment. Dean stands, bows, and smiles. "Long live the queen!"

"Long live the queen!" the people repeat. I stand, curtsy, smile, then turn to Dean who's still standing. I kiss him lightly on the cheek. We both sit and the people cheer. Glasses clink together and merry conversations ensue. The night carries on in wonderful merriment.