phan oneshots

the prince and his angst

description: dan is a prince being forced to meet many girls until he chooses one to marry; sort of inspired by a prompt from tumblr
word count: 2173

dan's pov

"fuck this," i mumble at my mum, turning around on heel of my boots, headed towards my bedroom.

"daniel, please don't swear, and stop walking away from me," she orders frustratedly. "this isn't an option, you have to find someone to marry by the end of the day, and this is the best way to find someone. besides that, it's family tradition. now go get ready."

slumping my shoulders, i march away angrily. i stomp my feet as i walk, making sure that everyone gets the hint that i'm in a bad mood. a few maids stop as if they're going to speak to me, but i form a snarl and flaunt my excessive teen angst. naturally, they run away. i don't understand the point of any of this. the idea of a forced marriage is repulsive to me, and it's even worse because i'm supposed to pick a person based off of looks alone. how much crueler could this get?

i suppose my feeling of disgust towards marriage in general is really not the reason why i'm so upset. there are many factors, but overall, i believe it's the fact that i'm so young. yes, i'll admit, 18 is not actually that young, but it feels young. i'm still a teenager technically, which means i should still be allowed to make childish mistakes and be offensive towards authority. but if i'm forced to marry suddenly, i'll be thrown directly into training for how to raise a kingdom. all of the fun i've been waiting to accomplish would flush down the drain like a glob of toothpaste that had fallen off of a toothbrush.

"daniel," a lady's voice calls out, knocking against the wooden surface of my chamber door. "you needn't be late."

i scoff at her words and walk over to my large closet. i wait for her to say something else but she doesn't. i assume that she has walked away, so i clamber into a pile of clothes. i disguise myself, so that they won't be able to find me. hiding from the adults, as well as my apparent duty, fills me with a childish adrenaline. it's like an advanced version of hide and seek, except i'm not hiding from other children, i'm hiding from my responsibilities.

the closet door swings open suddenly, the doorknob slamming against my smooth walls. i resist the urge to hiss as their recklessness. what kind of idiot flings open a door like that?

"daniel," says the same voice from earlier, most likely a chamber maid i don't recognise. "please come out, before your mother gets angry."

stifling a laugh, i watch as she walks further into the closet. once she is on the opposite side of the room, away from the door, i climb out. "good luck getting out of here," i cackle mischievously before running out and locking her inside.

she remains silent as i slip around the room, messing things up and tossing clothes around. i try to mirror an image i'd seen online of a normal teen boy's bedroom. unlike me, they didn't have an extravagant canopy bed, or golden knick knacks strewn across every shelf. i like the way their bedrooms look, messy and lived in. i'm tired of the spotlessness i'm constantly surrounded by, i just want to experience a bit of "normal."

"he's still in there," my mother's voice murmurs outside of my bedroom door. i search for a hiding place, but i'm not fast enough. two burly men, wearing thick velvet clothing, burst through the door and grab my arms. i kick and whine for them to release me, but they don't.

"stop it! i order you to put me down!" i yell angrily, but they ignore me. "fucking hell, are you deaf? i said put me down."