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Summary: Hazel Thorne has expectations that she can never live up to. Some things you can't just force. AN: This story is a twist on the princess/tower stories. (The twist is gayyyy). I am open to constructive criticism and any feedback. I highly appreciate all those who choose to read this so thank you for existing. Enjoy! _________________ The flame flickered atop a tall candle on my bedside table. It's dancing in the quiet room that surrounds it. This has become part of my nightly ritual. Brush teeth, put on night clothes, get into bed, light the candle. The candle is how I keep up appearances. You see, that mattered when you are royalty. I'm Hazel, Hazel Thorne. I'm a princess. But oh god I wish I wasn't. Back to the candle, I can't exactly express my emotions in the ways I sometimes wish I could. People talk. So every night, I imagine burning them. I do this so I don't explode some day at a fancy stupid dinner or something else I'm forced into. My whole life is made up of things I have to do that I in no way want to do. So I burn all my unhappy thoughts and go to breakfast with a smile on my face. I'm fifteen, still basically a child, but I have a lot of weight on my shoulders. The weight of expectations and responsibilities. And one day, the weight of my entire country. And there is no way out. It's not all bad really, I have it better than a lot of people. I just hope I can be enough for those people. Tomorrow is my birthday so really, what is there to be upset about anyway. I blow out the candle and slip into darkness. • • • I've always hoped that I could actually feel older on my birthday. As if it would happen suddenly. Not that that makes much sense. I remember when I was little and I thought I would get taller overnight for my birthday. Of course that was silly but what did I know. I see the breakfast table set and my parents grinning at me brightly. "Happy birthday darling!" I am suddenly enveloped in a huge hug from my mother and father. "We had your favorite made for breakfast today," she exclaimed as she led me to my seat. I thank her before sitting to eat. I hold my eyes down as I listen to my parents discussing this and that, not feeling the need to join in. My mothers excited voice brings me back to attention. "Oh! I had almost forgot," pausing to brush her mouth with her napkin, "We have a surprise for you! You know how your father and I have a maid for our room don't you? Just to help us prepare for the day, company while we get ready and such. Well, we decided it wouldn't be bad for you to have somebody to talk to, I know it gets lonely here." She had a smile plastered across her face. I have never loved the idea of maids. While they were treated very fairly and paid a large sum, it felt almost wrong to me. I know that they only do small things like make the bed and bring laundry to be washed, I felt bad. It was just… I don't know. As long as they enjoy the work it is their choice. I thanked my parents and gave them a smile, one I knew didn't reach my eyes. When the meal was finished we all went our separate ways for the day. I usually go to my room after breakfast but decided against that today. Instead, I went out to the garden to lay in the grass to relax. I studied the outside of the castle closely, as I often did. It was all so familiar. Nothing ever changes here. I do quite appreciate the vines that grew up the walls that sometimes had a few flowers as well. It was almost calming to look at. I drifted into a nap and felt good for a while as I slept. • • • I spent the majority of the day wandering the castle. I opened some presents and celebrated at dinner, afterwards I felt very tired. My room seemed to be a good place to go, I haven't been all day surprisingly. I entered the sitting room that was for my use only, as it was connected to my bedroom. My eyes sleepily raked over the lavish decorations and furniture that were never changing. The fireplace brought a dull glow to everything. It was very peaceful I'd say. As I turned to go to my bedroom and I saw her. There was a girl, not my older than myself I would presume, reading in the corner. Seemingly unaware of my presence. She was very obviously beautiful, I mean anybody would say so. Dark skin that almost glowed in the light of the fire and wonderful short curly hair. I could see a smile playing at the edge of her lips, something in my stomach pulled at that smile. I couldn't describe it. And then she looked up and I swear my heart just skipped a beat. Her eyes went straight to mine and she stood quickly. They were the most magnificent sparking gray that was almost mesmerizing. "Good evening your highness, I didn't hear you come in. My apologies." She dipped in a light curtesy. I could feel my face heating as I rushed to tell her it was no problem. I could barely get any words out at all. As she smiled at me the gray of her eyes almost seemed to turn silver. I got that funny feeling again. I must just be nervous, making first impressions has never been my strong suit. "I, er, should probably head to bed. It's been wonderful meeting you. We should get to know each other tomorrow... yeah?" She nodded happily and I knew I was blushing. Why though? I fall asleep confused with myself and the strange feelings of tonight. Maybe tomorrow will be less confusing. • • • After breakfast, I decided to go to my room in hopes that she would be there again. I wanted to see her eyes again. I have been thinking about her. I was disappointed to find my room empty but decided to take the time to draw. I always slip into a trance of strong concentration when I drew. I don't know how much time had passed before I heard the door opening. I closed my sketchbook in response, I never let anybody see my art. I turned to see her standing in my doorway. It gave me a good feeling. "Hello again, how are you doing?" I have always been bad at conversation. She walked into the room and set down a basket of towels she had been carrying, "I am doing very good, I hope the same is for you?" She smiled and I nodded in reply. "Would you like to sit down?" I gestured towards the sofa and took as seat as she made her way over. "I never got your name," I had let that slip the night before. As she made herself comfortable she answered, "Rose, it's-it's Rose Thomas. I of course know your name," she grinned and my heart fluttered. We asked questions back and forth to get to know one another. We really had a lot in common and got along really well. I couldn't help but smile the entire time we spoke. The more we talked the more I realized that what I was feeling wasn't nerves or anticipation. No, it's wasn't that at all. With all the princes I have been forced to meet for dinners, I never felt interested in any of them. And I may know why now. Because it was all becoming clear. I think that I might be... gay? I looked up at Rose, she had been laughing and her silver eyes were dancing with happiness. She looked deeply back at me and I felt it again for the hundredth time today. Yeah, I am definitely gay. Fuck... I am definitely gay.

So um this fic left me emo af. I usually try to stay away from angst fics just cause my heart can't handle the sadness, especially involving my squish Jimin but read at your cost! The fic is honestly really good & like the smut is great too - - - - - Jimin swore there was nothing worst than having Jeon Jungkook as a sergeant. (Or, In which Jimin was forced to enlist in military and he was under the sexgod Sergeant Jeon's monitoring division and god, Sergeant Jeon really needs to stop being a douchebag)

The Smithsonian Institution was chartered by the United States Congress after James Smithson donates $500,000 on August 10, 1846.