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Something along the lines of marrying for the sake of the kingdom and one day realizes that he truly loves her

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More Than an Alliance | Harrison Osterfield

It wasn’t that Harrison didn’t want love, or that he was uninterested in having a wife. It was more so the fact the he wanted to choose his own wife, rather than be commanded to marry a girl he hardly knew that had him so belligerent. 

The whole month leading up to his wedding, Harrison tried to get out of the marriage. His father and mother wouldn’t hear of it, though. 

You were the prize they had their sights set on. The one thing that would clinch their alliance with the neighboring kingdom. The two monarchies shared a tense relationship. A marriage between their children would unite them in strength and dissolved the distrust currently sitting between them.

Prince Harrison knew he was destined to rule, but he wanted to have the kind of love that made life worth living. His mother arranged your first meeting -- tea in the rose garden.

Admittedly, you were beautiful, but he didn’t see how he could love anyone in an arranged marriage. Something so forced could never inspire real feelings.

“My son, I’d like you to meet Princess Y/N,” the queen said.

“Enchante,” he greeted politely.

You blushed deeply at your gorgeous betrothed. He looked far better in person than in the portraits his parents had sent to yours. Sculpted like a god, you could tell this even through his extravagant clothes. You curtsied to your future husband and then you both took seats at the garden table. Prince Harrison pulled your chair out for you before his own.

The days of mandatory courtship progressed and Harrison hated every minute. He hated how your laughter tinkled like a bell, especially when he was the cause. He hated the way you demurely gazed at him through thick lashes whenever his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. He hated the way the world darkened when you left his presence. Most of all, he hated the way his name sounded like a choir of angels on your lips.

The morning before the wedding, he found you on a courtyard bench, concentrating on your embroidery. You’d been practicing a new design, one that combined your family crest with his. It was tricky and you pricked yourself many times.

Harrison joined you on the bench as you were examining your latest battle wound from the needle.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“A tiny bit,” you replied.

“Allow me,” Harrison said. And he surprised himself by lifting your finger to his lips to bestow a tender kiss. “All better,” he breathed out.

Your heart skipped at beat. This was the first intimate touch from your soon-to-be-husband.

“Tomorrow is a big day for us,” you said.

“Yes,” Harrison sighed. He lifted his hand without thinking and brushed it lightly against your cheek. He was mesmerized by the way you glowed in the morning sunshine. And your skin was so soft. Harrison wanted to keep touching it. Then, he realized that to his delight it would soon be all his to touch. You would be his princess and eventually his queen. You would give him heirs. Oh, how he imagined you in that state. Round and swollen with each child you would bear for him. His thoughts drifted to the way he would plant those children in you and he got lost indulging himself in his fantasy.

“Your highness,” you said, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Please, princess, you don’t need to use my title. We are to be wed and you will call me by my Christian name.”

You giggled at the irony of him making the request to do away with formalities so formally.

“What?” he asked.

“You just used my title while commanding me not to use yours,” you said.

Harrison pretended to look aghast. “It wasn’t a command. I would never command my wife.”

“I’m not your wife, yet,” you reminded him. 

Harrison took your two dainty hands in his. “You will be. Tomorrow,” he vowed. He realized that he wanted it. He was looking forward to it despite all his previous protesting and dragging of his feet and searching for escapes.

He got up from the bench, still holding your hands and moved to one knee before you. “My bride, my love. Tomorrow I will make many promises to you in front of a great many people. But I want to make a vow to you now that is just between us two. I give myself to you, Y/N. Body, mind, and heart, I am yours. Never will I place anyone above you. This, I do swear.”

Diamond-like tears sparkled in your eyes as your processed his heartfelt words. Your lips parted, ready to confess what you’d known since the day you met. “I love you, Harrison. Completely.”

“I love you, too, princess.”

royal engagement

prince!harrison osterfield x reader

wc: 0.4k

summary: harrison wants you to become the newest princess of England

sleepover

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“Harrison, darling are you okay? You seem a bit jittery tonight.” You asked him, letting go of his hand. He had asked you to join him to get some air. He eagerly led you out to the botanical gardens of the castle, which just happened to be lit so nicely under the moonlight.

Sure, you had to once again explain to the guards that you were Harrison's girlfriend, but getting through those proper idiots was worth it. He nearly pulled your hand out of the socket on the walk to the gardens, but you managed to keep up the rest of the way.

“Actually I wanted to talk to you about something dear.” He fiddled with his hands, as you smiled a bit. You nodded for him to go on, and he sucked in a hard breath.

“(Y/N) my love, my rock, my everything. The minute I laid eyes on you, at the park when we were kids, I knew that you were something special. You were the first person who ever stood up to the guards, and used your damn voice. I absolutely fell head over heels for you, and I'm prepared to spend the rest of my life, if you'll have me of course. So,” He reached in his long coat and pulled out a small velvet box.

You gasped in response and felt your throat get a bit hoarse as he started to get down on one knee. “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honor of becoming England's new princess, and my wife?” He asked, as his hands shakily opened the box, revealing the most gorgeous and elegant ring you had ever laid your eyes on.

You let out a sob, as you couldn't believe what was happening. “Harrison oh- oh my goddess. Yes! Yes of course!” You cried as he widely smiled, he quickly slipped the ring onto your finger, and got up from his knee. He picked you up and spun you around in celebration. Mid air, he eagerly pressed a kiss to your lips, and you ran your fingers through his golden hair.

“I love you so much, my princess.”

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Meeting a handsome man in the pub leads to a surprising friendship. Characters – Prince!Harrison x Reader Word Count – 1069

‘You look like the prince.’ You said as you sat done on the stool next to the handsome man. He looked at you before ‘Yeah, a lot of people say that. I don’t see it thought.’ He told you, taking a swig from his bottle. ‘I haven’t saw you here before, you new to town?’ You asked him. ‘You could say that.’ He told you, you smiled and sat up taller. ‘Well you found the best bar in town, enjoy it but make sure to leave before 1, everyone gets rowdy and starts fighting.’ You warned him, he nodded as he watched you.

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‘Your highness, you need to stop running from us.’ The two tall men standing behind you said, he looked up at them before sighing. ‘You are the prince.’ You said, her only nodded as the two guards watched him down his drink. ‘Give us five minutes.’ He told them, you could still feel their presence behind you. ‘You can stay over there.’ He stated as he pointed to the empty table. They looked at the table before nodding and walking over before taking a seat and watching him closely. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ You asked him, as you watched him avoid eye contact with you. ‘You would have treated me differently like everyone else does.’ He told you, you shook your head and grabbed the napkin beside you, reaching over and grabbing a pen that was sat on the bar. You quickly wrote down a place before folding it up. ‘I wouldn’t of.’ You told him truthfully, but he only shook his head before smiling disappointedly. ‘You would. Everyone does when they see me and all I want to do is see the world outside the castles walls.’ He described to you, silence fell upon the both of you, he reached for his money and paid the bill before he moved to get of your seat, you reached out and pressed the napkin into his hand, as he turned to you. ‘Meet me here tomorrow night at midnight, I’ve got something to show you.’ You told him, Harrison looked at the two guards before nodding, he gave a smile, in which you returned.

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As you wrapped the jacket around you tighter as another gust of cold wind swept past you stirring the leaves up. You then heard footsteps and turned around to watch a figure appear from the alleyway. You smiled ‘You came.’ You said happily, he nodded as you quickly grabbed his hand and lead him into an abandoned building, climbing the stairs until your reached the top where you pushed open a door and walked out onto the roof. You continued taking him to the edge until you stopped, still holding his hand. ‘Wow.’ Harrison said as he looked across to the city, the lights glistened. You looked at him and smiled before you dropped his hands before walking back and reaching into the small hole hidden. Your fingers clasped onto the soft fabric, you brung it out before heading back over. You set the blanket onto the cement before taking a seat on it. Harrison looked back at you as you patted the space beside you, he smiled and took a seat next to you. As you looked up to the starry sky. ‘What’s it like being a prince?’ You asked him as you both sat on top of a hill, looking at the town below you. ‘Constricting.’ He said straight away before you fell into a comfortable silence. ‘Everyone is watching over you, following you, doing jobs for you that you wish you could do.’ He broke the silence to explain to you. ‘Do you wish you could run away?’ You asked him, playing with the grass beside you. He turned to look at you before looking away, as you turned to him. ‘All the time.’ He told you truthfully. ‘Why don’t you then?’ You quizzed, he shrugged his shoulders. ‘They’d find me eventually and then I would have to return back here.’ He said, you nodded understanding. ‘Well let’s make a deal.’ You offered as you fully turned to him. ‘I’m listening.’ He said giving you a small smile, his eyes full of mischief. ‘We’ll meet here, every Thursday night at midnight.’ You told him, he looked at you before looking back out. ‘Why would you do that?’ ‘It gives you freedom from the castle and well I get a friend.’ You told him truthfully, he didn’t say anything for a while.

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‘I’ve to marry someone.’ He said, and you could feel your heart break in your chest. He avoided eye contact with you, but you took a hold of his hand. ‘Who?’ You asked him, he shook his head, his lose blonde curls falling onto his forehead. ‘Whoever my father decides is suitable.’ He told you, there was silence before you looked at him. ‘Run away with me.’ You said, he started laughing before he stopped when he saw how serious you were. ‘You’re serious.’ He quizzed, you nodded. ‘Yeah.’ You told him. ‘I mean, you always complain about the castle, and no one knows you’re out. So, this is your change to run.’ You explained to him and ‘And you would come with me?’ He asked you. You turned to him and nodded. ‘Of course. I’d go anywhere with the one I love.’ You said, before you could stop it. You could see him freeze next to you and bit you lip before you ‘Look, I know I shouldn’t have told you but-‘ You said as you continued looking over the city. ‘But what?’ He asked, you shook your head, only glancing at him. ‘It doesn’t matter.’ You told him, he took a hold of your wrist and spun your around to him. ‘Yeah, it does. Tell me.’ He demanded. ‘You were the first friend I had. And the more I got to know you, the more I realised that I liked you more than a friend.’ You explained to him, his eyes scanned over you. His hand came up to your cheek and he made you look at him. he smiled at you as you finally made eye contact. ‘I love you.’ He told you and your eyes widened. ‘So let’s run away.’ He told you, you smiled at him before he lowered his head and rested his forehead against yours, as you both smiled and nodded.

 Prince! Haz being forced into having an arranged marriage with princess! Reader. He doesn't like  the idea one bit obviously so he kind of acts like an asshole, and is distant to try to drive her off but it doesn't work because if she’s being forced into this she’s at least not going to let a horrible prince get to her or stand in her way.  He sees it’s not working so Haz enlists the help of his friend commoner!Tom. Their plan is for Tom to befriend her and either convince her to call it off or make her run away. They arrange an “ accidental” meeting and things go swimmingly.

About a week or two later Haz’s  parents call him in and tell him to knock it off, to actually try to get along with her so he does. Meanwhile Her and Tom have grown to like each other  and be friends-- sneaking out, meeting in secret, exchanging notes and letters. When Haz tries to be nice and friendly she’s suspicious and reluctant at first but eventually she realizes it's not an act and goes along and he finds he actually kind of likes her. All this goes on for about a month, maybe more.Tom and Haz had set up these weekly meetings to check up and talk about the progress of the plan and they go to the meeting one day and Haz says something like “You can call if off now, it turns out I actually really like her” and Tom goes “. . . What if I don’t want to call it off?” and that’s when they both realize oh shoot, he’s fallen in love with her too 

Meanwhile princess!reader is sitting over here conflicted  and with no idea what to do cause she’s kinda sorta in love with both of them . . .

a/n: Re-reading the selection series+ listening to Taylor Swift= my crappy writing 🥰

Warnings: fluff, typos?

prince!Haz

The doors to the ballroom opened and you entered the room full of people, you felt everyone's eyes on you but you only cared for a set of ocean blues. Walking around in your big gown, you finally locked eyes with him, a small grin and blush coming on your face as his was filled with awe and complete adoration. He came closer and took you hand, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles, "My lady." He mused, eyes softening.

"Your highness." You curtsied.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, you nodded.

His hands placed securely on your waist was your one hand on his shoulder while the other held your massive gown.

"Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!"

A loud voice called you out and snapped you out of your daydream. "I swear Y/n you're going to get yourself kicked out one day because of your daydreaming." The chief of staff said as he shook his head in disapproval, "Now stop dancing with the mop and get back to work!" He shook his head and left. You felt so embarrassed and hopeless, why on earth would the prince of England would want to dance with you.

Anyone who had met the prince would be lying to themselves if they didn't think that he wasn't handsome, he was absolutely a treat to look at, charming and gentle at the same time. It was hard not to fall for him, but of course you kept your love for him hidden like a secret. But little did you know that while you were dancing away with a mop pretending that was him, he was roaming around the halls. He stopped in his tracks as he saw you dancing through the creak of the door letting out a little chuckle at your silliness.

Although, he did feel bad when you were scolded. Okay so maybe he had a little crush on you too, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. After a long day of mopping floors and making bed you couldn't wait to get to yours. The minute you entered your room you saw a pretty blue gown siting on your bed beside a folded note.

          I await your presence in the ballroom

                    -H

Confusion was written all over your face as you kept on re-reading the note. H? You kept on wondering who it could be, when it clicked in you. Could it be? You  pushed away all your thoughts as you got dressed and went to the ballroom. All of your doubts were cleared and questions answered the moment you saw him standing in the middle of the ballroom a huge grin plastered over his face. He walked over to you and asked for your hand which you gave but not before sending a curtsy his way to which his chuckled. "You highness, may I know as to why I was summoned?" You asked.

"You wanted to have a dance with me didn't you?

"Oh, I-" You stuttered, trying to find the words. You were waiting for someone to snap you out of your dream, when his touch around your waist made you realize that this was all true. You were actually dancing with the prince. "I can see that you are confused," he began leading you to the center of the room and the string quartet began to play the music, "but I just wanted to do something for you."

"But I am just an ordinary girl who works as a maid."

"To me you are much more than ordinary." You blushed, "To me, you are the only girl in my eyes." He confessed as you spent the rest of the night dancing in each others arms, hoping to be there forever.

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"Rise and shine, your highness!" My maid, Amber, chirped as she drew the curtains open letting the sunlight come in. I groaned and rolled to the other side, shielding my eyes from the bright light and bringing the quilt closer to my chest. I had hoped that since my classes were canceled I might have some more hours to rest but that clearly was not happening. "I hope you're excited for today." She continued. In all honesty I had no intention whatsoever to be part of welcoming the royal family for Redmont, I just wished I could stay up in my room without anyone to disturb me or tell me what lessons I have to attend every hour or so.

"Yeah, a bit." I said, removing the covers off me and slipping out of my comfortable bed.