Jason
I leant into Justin, nerves eating at my skin as things began to unravel.
With my step-father pinned down by Sylvester and Arnold, and currently being placed under arrest, I began to fear for any sort of future I had coming my way.
I didnt have much of one beforehand, I was sure Id spend all my days cleaning up after my step-father.
And now, my step-father was being man-handled by two of the biggest guys in the building. I then began to fear what would happen to him.
Despite the mistreatment he placed upon me, my mother did love him when she was alive... and Im sure this is not how she would want this to end.
Justin must have noticed my worried expression, pulling me into his arms in a tight embrace.
"Father, I cannot marry Niall." He stated loudly, earning silence from the chatter-filled crowd.
I allowed Justin to hold me as he made it clear that he was not going to marry the blonde prince.
"And what? You want to marry him?" King Jeremy questioned, stepping towards us, "I do not know him."
"You can get to know him." Justin glared at his father defensively.
King Jeremy then looked to Queen Patricia, both sharing looks of concern.
"I'm afraid there a rules against royal members marrying servants..." King Jeremy hesitantly spoke, eying me.
My face flushed in embarrassment, I wasnt dressed very appropriately for a ball. I regret not reminding myself there were clothes in that room I was in.
The sizes may have been big, but I am literally dressed in rag-looking clothes.
"I dont care what he is under royal code." Justin spat, holding me closer than before some how, "He is so much more than that in my heart."
"Justin?" I gaped, my eyes filling with tears.
Does he honest to god mean that?
"Sweetheart." Queen Patricia cooed, grabbing onto the kings arm with a wide grin.
"I suppose that is an old rule..." King Jeremy murmured.
"Just tell them I'm not a servant." I whispered directly towards Justin, unsure why he didnt tell them.
Justin shook his head, "Indeed it is an old rule... one that shouldnt interfere when someone is in love."
The room grew silent once again, the King shared a look with the royal committee, before staring around at everyone.
It seems as though he was undecided about something.
"The ball is over." The King announced, "Take that man to the dungeons, everybody may take whatever food left overs home, and a gift bag. But I want you all out of my Castle in exactly five minutes. Go."
Everyone began running around to grab their things, as well as the food and gifts. The king had sounded so demanding and dominant, nobody dared tell him no.
I, myself, even began to pull away to leave. Not wanting the king to direct his anger at me.
Justin grabbed my wrist before I could make a full exit, while the King pointed his gaze towards us.
"You have exactly twenty minutes to go figure out a legit, reasonable argument as to why I should allow this to go on," He said firmly, "When the time is up, I will be waiting in my study to discuss this. Go."
Justin swiftly dragged me away without much of a reply, and I couldn't tell whether we were attempting to run away, or get starting on this whole talking thing.
I doubt it was the first of the two, seeing as we didnt head in the direction of an exit.
Moments later, I was pulled into Justin's room, the door slamming quickly behind me once I was completely in.
"Hey," I huffed at Justin, watching as he ripped his clothes off his back, "He said we have to talk-" before I could finish my sentence, Justin had forced himself towards me for a kiss.
I couldnt escape in time, and Justin had me pressed against his door, so there was no more chance of an escape even happening at this point.
His lips hit my nose first, a grin spreading widely across his face.
I went to open my mouth, and begin my downpour of abuse, because how dare he kiss me when the king had given us direct orders.
Here he is, all calm and happy... while his father could easily banish me from the kingdom.
"I thought you wouldnt show up." Justin sighed out, cupping my face in his hands, "Niall is kind, but if I had to marry him, I think he would drive me insane."
I furrowed my brows, "You would've really married him if I didnt come?"
I sounded disappointed. Maybe because I am. I cant hold onto silly little hopes like that.
Justin licked his lips, "I dont know. But you're here now. I have you."
"Not for long." I pushed his hands away from my face, showing off my worry-filled emotions, "Why didnt you tell him I wasn't a servant?"
Justin rose a brow, "How is that important right now?"
I pursed my lips, "We have twenty minutes to argue a good point on why we are good together... or why you even should be with me. A servant cannot be with a Prince. Period."
Justin chuckled, "You arent a servant, so dont worry. And I didnt mention that because its not important. A servant or not, there shouldnt be any laws stopping two people from loving each other."
I frowned, "I dont understand why you still couldnt have just told him?"
Justin smirked, "So, eager for my father to accept you? Looking for his blessing?"
I blushed almost immediately, swatting my hand at him relentlessly. Justin only laughed as my near-to-harmless hand made countless connections to his chest. His still bare chest, I should add.
"Put some clothes on, and hide that smirk." I warned him, before avoiding eye contact.
"Can I kiss you?" Justin continued to smirk.
I glared, "No. Get dressed."
"I cant do anything physically, at least not without getting my way first." He tilted his head to the side, trying to show me a begging-puppy dog look.
I scrunched my nose up, "That makes you spoilt."
"I know. I have you, I can say I'm far more than spoilt." He grinned, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him.
I placed my hand on his shoulders, mostly for balance, also so I could stop him from smothering me without warning - and also, maybe, because I wanted to hold onto him.
Justin brushed his nose against mine gently, breathing out slowly and heavily.
My breathing hitched as a reaction, his hands guiding themselves from my hips, to cupping my ass.
"Still like me, even though I'm spoilt?" Justin questioned, and for the first time, I could tell he was actually insecure.
Prince Justin was insecure. Insecure about whether or not I still liked him.
"Yes," I smiled, earning one back from him, "You can be spoilt, cocky, and as dumb as bricks; but I still like you."
"Prove it." Justin grinned.
I licked my lips, reaching towards him for a kiss.
As our lips were millimeters from connecting, a loud pounding noise came from the door.
Justin audibly groaned, loud enough for the person on the opposite side to hear.
"Your father said to go to his study immediately. Is everything okay in there?" A muffled voice spoke.
Justin huffed in agitation, but stepped away from me, "We're going there now, Harry. Thank you. I'm quite fine."
"Alright. I'll let him know you are coming."
I looked at Justin, unsure what to do now.
He quickly placed a kiss on my cheek, before rushing to his closet.
"A proper kiss will have to wait. Lets sort my father out first." He told me as he dressed himself in something more comfortable.
He then tossed me some clothing - a robe, pants and shirt.
"Put them on. Its beginning to get cold." He instructed.
I nodded, and did as told; only hoping that this wouldnt end as it always does - with me heartbroken and alone.
Author's Note;
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(Scream Reality/My Revenge will become my main two to finish once I finish this book)
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