Prince Calum where he's like really mischievous prince and he's like late to everything and he doesn't wear his clothes properly and his parents hire you as like a "babysitter" and he hates you at first but then he likes you? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING
Calum cringes at the tone of his mother’s voice, freezing in place at the bottom of the stairs. Slowly spinning to face her, he grins sheepishly despite her cold glare.
“In here. Now.” She tells his, ignoring his attempt at pleasantries. He sighs, slowly dragging his feet towards the throne room. “And do your shirt up.”
“It is done up.” He mumbles, earning a clip around the ear. “Ow!”
“Don’t you back talk me. You may be the future King, but I am your mother. Now, do your shirt all the way up.” She tells him, prompting another sigh from Calum. “And stop sighing.”
He follows his mother’s orders, begrudgingly doing the buttons of his shirt up as he enters the room. However as he does, his eyes land on a small pretty girl standing beside his father, and he straightens up, a smile on his lips. He opens his mouth to speak when his father interrupts him.
“Ah Calum. So nice of you to join us.” He muses. “I’d like you to meet Y/N, your new babysitter.”
The word causes a giggle to fall from the girl, and a smile graces his parent’s lips, Calum’s mouth falls open in shock.
“My babysitter? I’m twenty years old! What do I need a babysitter for?” He asks, loudly. “Besides, she looks the same age as me!”
“She is called Y/N, like your father said.” The girl replies, Calum instantly glaring at her. “And actually, I’m a year younger than you.”
“Calum you’re getting out of control.” His father sighs, before Calum can respond. “You’re always late and never properly dressed, you’ve got far too many tattoos. It’s time you started acting like who you are, the future King. Y/N’s here to make sure you do just that.”
“Shirt Calum.” Y/N calls from her place at his desk, not looking up from the book she was reading. Calum swears under his breath, causing her to smirk. “Language.”
“Shut up Y/N.” He groans, doing up the buttons he’d neglected. “There. do I look presentable?”
Her eyes finally move up to him, smirk still in place as she gives him a once over.
“You’ll do.” She nods, standing up and tucking her book under her arm. “Now, let’s go.”
“I hate you.” He mutters, a short laugh falling from her lips.
“I know.” She grins, gesturing towards the door.
“You look…wow.” He mumbles, eyes trailing down her body. Y/N giggles, reaching up to tilt his chin.
“Eyes up here Your Highness.” She grins, Calum rolling his eyes. “But thank you.”
“I’m going to hate this stupid ball.” He groans, allowing her to fix his tie before they begin walking to the hall. “All the Lords are old and boring.”
“Well I am young and interesting, so you’ll just have totalk to me.” She jokes, Calum’s lips tugging up into a smile.
“I guess I’ll have to.” He nods, grinning at her.
“I retract my original statement.” He tells her one day as they sit by the lake, Calum relieved to finally have a day off from royal duties.
“And what was that?” She hums, eyes moving from the water to him.
“That I hate you.”He grins, her own smile forming. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“Oh really?” She asks. “And what do you think of me now.”
“You’re alright.” He shrugs, smirking. “Kind of annoying now and then.”
“Oh what a promotion.” She laughs, eyes returning to the lake. Calum grins, leaning across to hook his finger under her chin and turning her face back to his.
“But I wouldn’t want anyone else as my babysitter.” He mutters, before pressing their lips together.
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