#royal jack

"Hi, Michael," you smiled as you approached the knight at the front gate talking with a guard, making him look up at the sound of your voice.

"Miss Y/N!" his eyes widened in surprise with a smile on his face, "You've returned! When did you arrive home? Prince Jack didn't say you were coming back!"

"He doesn't know," you informed the guard, "Which is why I need your help sneaking inside the castle so he doesn't see me."

"You want me to sneak you inside the castle?" he cocked an eyebrow, making you giggle softly.

"His parents already know I'm here; I called them yesterday before I started making the trip back."

"How did you manage to call his parents without him finding out?"

"Now, if I say that, word might get back to him and I won't be able to do it again," you smirked, "You in or not?"

"Sure," he shrugged with a chuckle, "He should still be at his fencing lessons, but I'll sneak you in through a side door just to be safe."

"You're the man, Michael," you smiled, making him laugh again.

~

"Your Majesties," Michael said after knocking on the throne room door, "You have a visitor."

"Can't it wait, Michael?" the Queen asked, "We're already waiting for someone."

"They're very adamant about speaking to you now, Your Highness."

"Very well," the King sighed, nodding his head, "Send them in." The knight motioned for you to enter the doorway, and you did so with a wide grin on your face.

"You know, I thought you guys would be a little happier to see me," you told them, making them perk up.

"Sweetheart!" the Queen smiled brightly, "It's so good to see you again!"

"Hello, Your Majesties," you beamed as well while she pulled you into a tight hug, "It's good to be home."

"How was your trip?" the King wondered, hugging you as well, "Do you feel rejuvenated after being away for so long?"

"I feel a lot better – thank you for asking. I've had a lot of time to clear my head, and I think I've decided that being where my parents raised me is what's best for me."

"Oh, that's so good to hear!" the Queen grinned again.

"So," you perked up, "How are things looking with Jack? He doesn't suspect anything, right?"

"If he does, he hasn't said anything to us," the King informed you with a lighthearted laugh, "Michael is ready to go get him when you are. We've decided to have him brought here, and we'll give you two the room to yourselves. When you're done, dinner will be ready in the dining room for us."

"Thank you, Your Majesties," you smiled softly, "It really means a lot that you're helping me surprise Jack."

"Well, we know how much he cares about you, dear," the Queen said, "And he misses you more and more each day, so it's nice to know how happy he'll be to see you again."

~

"Mom?! Dad?!" you heard Jack's voice call out, making your heart skip a beat.

10 minutes had passed by this point and you'd been waiting in the throne room for Jack to finish with his fencing lessons for the day before you could see him. The wait seemed to last an eternity, but when you finally heard his voice again, you thought you might actually throw up. You hadn't heard his voice in what seemed like ages – even though you talked on the phone almost every day while you were gone – but to finally be able to hear it in person again made you want to just run to him right now.

But you didn't; You held back and waited until he was in the room.

Jack entered the dimly-lit throne room, his eyes landing on the thrones at the front of the room. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stopped for a moment, finding a figure that certainly wasn't his mother sitting in her throne.

"What are you doing in here?" Jack asked, his voice firm, "You're not allowed to sit on my mother's throne."

"Please, Jack," the familiar voice made his heart stop, "You think I'd sit on the Queen's throne without getting permission first?"

Jack's hand quickly rushed to the light switch on the wall next to him, his eyes darting back to where you were perched on the Queen's throne. You could visibly tell his breathing hitched as he was rendered speechless, trying to convince himself that he was really seeing you in front of him.

"Hi, Jack," you bit your lip shyly as you stood up, "I've missed you."

And it was as if that was what he needed to find his voice again.

"Baby!" Jack exclaimed, running across the room to where you were.

You only took a couple steps – just until you were at the edge of the stairs – before your arms were around his neck and his were around your waist, bringing you into him. You decided to pick your legs up and wrap them around his own waist, causing him to hold you even tighter.

"What are you doing here?" he mumbled into the skin of your neck, pressing kisses to it over and over again, "When did you get here?"

"I missed you," you repeated softly, squeezing him, "I got back earlier this afternoon."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he wondered. Your legs unwound themselves from his waist to return to the floor, but neither of you moved away from each other.

"I wanted to surprise you," you barely smiled, "You have no idea how hard it was either; I've known I was coming back for a couple weeks now and I had to force myself not to tell you every time you called.

"I've missed you so much, baby," Jack breathed, squeezing you as well, "God, I've missed you so much."

"Hmm," you hummed, grinning a little bigger that time, "Didn't find anyone else to fill the void?"

"Course not," he couldn't help but laugh, "Love you too much to just replace you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession, but you certainly weren't about to stand there and complain. You shook your shoulder gently to get Jack to look at you, but he didn't even get the chance before your lips were on his. You felt him smile into your mouth as he kissed you back just as desperately.

"I've missed you," he mumbled against your lips, feeling you smile as well.

"Miss you more," you whispered, pulling away to rest your foreheads together, "And Jack?" He simply hummed in response, signaling you to go on. "I love you too," you told him, earning yourself the biggest grin you'd ever seen, squealing when he tightened his hold on your waist and lifted you off of the ground to spin you around.

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"My parents," you mumbled, looking down at the hands in your lap.

"Your parents hurt you?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "What did they do?"

"They left." Your voice was so small that even you could barely hear yourself, but somehow, Jack managed to hear every word.

"I thought you said they died in a car accident," he shook his head. Although you never went into detail, you had mentioned to him that your parents got into an accident one night three years ago, passing away as a result.

"They didn't have to go!" you hiccupped out a sob, "Th-They said they were going out for dinner, but they w-were really going out to buy a dress I s-s-saw in a shop one day! We didn't ha-have enough to buy it the day I saw it and they went o-out to get it for my birthday! But they... They hit black ice a-and...ran into a tree on their way h-home... They didn't eve-even make it to the hos-pital!" Your words were a jumbled mess by the time you got everything out of your system and you were crying so hard, you were bound to make yourself sick if you kept it up.

So Jack did the only thing he could at that point – he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap, holding you close to him as you cried. Your sobs became muffled by his shirt, your arms wrapping around his waist and holding him so tightly, he almost couldn't breathe. But he didn't care; He let you hold onto him as tightly as you needed to. His heart was aching at the sight of you still being so hurt by your parents' deaths, and it hurt even more knowing you blamed yourself for it.

"What happened wasn't your fault, Y/N," he mumbled into your hair when your sobs became quieter, "It was an accident."

"They wouldn't have gone out if I didn't want that stupid dress!" you whimpered, "They would have stayed home and they would have been okay and they would still be here!"

"Stop it," Jack said firmly, moving his hands to your cheeks and pushing your head back so he could see your face. "Look at me," he stated while you were staring at the button on his shirt. You swallowed thickly and did as he asked, noting the concerned expression on his face. "Did you know that accident was going to happen?" he asked simply.

"No, but-" He cut you off.

"Did you put that black ice there, or that tree?"

"No..." you sniffled.

"Then it was not your fault, Y/N," he said softly, wiping under your eyes with his thumbs, "If they were going out to get something for one of your brothers, would you have blamed them?"

"N-No," you whispered.

"Why not?"

"Because they wouldn't have known..."

"And neither did you," he reminded you, "It could have happened whether they were going to get a dress or they were actually going to dinner or they were just going for a drive, and you could not have possibly known that." One of his hands moved to brush your hair behind your ear, moving further to land on the back of your neck. Jack pulled your head forward to press his lips to your forehead, leaving them there for a few moments before pulling back. "They wouldn't want you to be doing this to yourself, Y/N," he said under his breath, his fingers scratching at your skin lightly, "Blaming yourself isn't going to bring them back; Nothing will. And I know that hurts – believe me, baby, I know it does... But you just have to keep going and know that wherever they are, they still love you and your brothers more than anything. And you can grieve however you want to for as long as you need to, but I will not let you do it by blaming yourself because you know just as well as I do that you'll never move on if you continue believing it was your fault."

Not knowing what to say, your face returned to his neck. Jack could hear you sniffling softly, but you weren't crying as hard as before, and that was good enough for him. His arms slid around you once again, his thumb rubbing circles on your spine. You would bring your hand up to wipe your cheeks every few minutes and each time, he would quickly press a kiss to your knuckles to make you giggle softly.

"You're right, Jack; My parents would want me to be happy," you said softly, "And I'm just not happy here..." You couldn't ignore the defeated expression on his face, prompting you to put your hand on his cheek. "You make me happier than I've been in my entire life," you promised him, "And there is no one on this earth that will ever make me feel the way you do... But I want to be able to feel that way about myself without the help of other people... And this is the only way I'm going to find me."

"You make no sense to me, Y/N," Jack murmured, smiling slightly when you laughed, "But you have to promise me that you won't leave until you let me say goodbye."

"Never," you grinned, pecking the tip of his nose.

~

The next morning

True to your word, you let Jack know that you were leaving at around noon, and he was there about 5 minutes before that time. Your brothers greeted him before returning inside the house, insisting that you two have your last moments in the kingdom alone.

"I... I brought some stuff if you want it..." Jack cleared his throat, putting two bags on the ground at your feet, "I knew you wouldn't take any money, so I thought I'd just straight-up bring you food. I don't know where you're going – and I know you don't either – but it should be enough to last about a week... Or three or four days depending on how hungry you are at any point."

"Thanks," you chuckled softly, "I really appreciate it, Jack." It was silent for a moment before he spoke again.

"I'm gonna miss you," he swallowed. You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling him let out a breath as his own arms wound around your waist, hugging you tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you too," you assured him, squeezing him before you both let go. He inhaled deeply, nodding his head.

"Well... Until we meet again, princess," Jack grinned, knowing the pet name would make you blush – and boy, was he right.

"Just don't lose any sleep over it, Your Highness," you teasingly curtsied, making him roll his eyes lovingly. You giggled at his reaction, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You barely smiled as you moved back, allowing you to pick up the bags he brought for you. You put them in the small wagon you were taking with you before picking up the handle and holding it at your side. You couldn't stop yourself from reaching up to kiss his cheek again.

"Bye, Jack," you whispered against his skin before pulling away to look at him.

"Bye, Y/N," he murmured, returning the favor but pressing his lips to yours instead. He felt you smile again just before you pulled away, then watched you walk away to begin your journey to wherever you were going.

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“She won’t say where she’s going – just that she’s leaving,” he answered, “She doesn’t want anyone to find her.”

“And you’re just going to let her?!”

“Jack, we can’t make her stay anymore!” he shook his head, “I’m just as worried as you are, but I trust her. If she decides she can’t make it by herself, there’s no doubt in my mind that she’ll come back.” Jack’s face fell slightly, making Charlie sigh. “Look, I’m sorry you came all the way here for nothing,” he said, “But she’s leaving on Tuesday and I promise she’ll be home all day tomorrow. Just come back by then if you can.” The Prince sighed as well, nodding his head.

“Thanks, Charlie,” he told him, “I’ll see you around.” Charlie opened the door for him, watching him walk back to the road. Once he was about 50 feet away, he called out to him.

“Jack!” he said, making the Prince look over his shoulder, “She’ll be fine! Don’t worry yourself too much!” Jack couldn’t help but chuckle softly, waving slightly before heading back to the castle.

But, of course, he didn’t get much sleep that night.

~

The next day

Jack woke up at around 12:30, surprised no one had woken him up for breakfast or lunch. He remained lying on his bed for a while though, thinking about how he was going to approach you before deciding that he wasn’t going to do it at all.

“Taylor!” Jack shouted as he sat up. His personal guard – Michael was his first name – was in the room not even two seconds later.

“Yes, sir?” he stood at attention.

“You know where Y/N lives, correct?”

“Yes, sir,” Michael confirmed.

“Good,” Jack nodded, “I want you to bring her to the castle right away. I need to have a word with her.”

“What am I supposed to say, sir?” he shook his head – being one of the people the Prince confided in, he already knew about the situation, “She’s not just gonna come with me.”

“Tell her it’s because she didn’t listen to my orders or something – I don’t know!” Jack huffed, “Just bring her here!”

“Okay, sir,” the guard sighed, leaving to go to your house.   

~

Your POV

You sighed when you heard a loud banging on the front door, thinking one of your brothers forgot his key yet again.

“How many times have I told you not to-” you started, cutting yourself off when you realized it was neither Charlie nor Shawn, but a castle guard.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” the guard asked.

“Depends on why you’re here,” you cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re under arrest for disobeying orders from the prince,” he stated, taking your arm and removing you from the house.

“What?!” you exclaimed. You tried to take your arm back, but he only held on tighter. You kept trying to free yourself so you could run away, but the guard wasn’t letting up on his grip.

Once you entered the castle, you were taken down to the jail cells and the guard opened the one right beside the entrance into the room. He didn’t even push you inside the cell, he just let go of your arm and quickly shut and locked the door before leaving.

“Oh, come on!” you shouted, grabbing one of the bars and shaking the door, “I didn’t stay for dinner; That doesn’t make me America’s Most Wanted!” You soon realized, however, that that wasn’t going to do anything. But hey, it never hurt to try, right? You did give up after a few seconds though, going quiet.

You were surprised to notice that there was no one else there – not a single criminal or wrongdoer in the cell across from yours or even at the other end of the room. Your shoulders slumped as sighed, going back against the wall furthest from the bars and sliding down to the floor.

It was only five minutes later that you began hearing voices again. They clearly belonged to the guard who arrested you and the Prince, making you groan softly. You leaned your head back on the wall, your knees bent slightly and your forearms resting on them.

Jack and the guard came into the room, standing in front of your cell. The guard unlocked the door and Jack just stood in front of it as if he were waiting for you to move.

“Y/N,” he finally spoke when he realized you weren’t going anywhere, “Come with me.”

“I’d rather not, but thank you for the offer,” you stated dryly.

Jack sighed, “Y/N, I really don’t want to have to order you.”

“Why not? You gonna have me arrested if I don’t?” you smiled sarcastically. He looked at the man beside him after he unlocked the door.

“You can go, Taylor,” he said, earning a nod in return.

“Yes, sir,” Michael replied, turning and leaving you and Jack alone. Jack came into the cell, sitting down to face you, crossing his legs.

“I didn’t have you arrested,” he confessed, earning an annoyed glance from you.

“Then what the hell-” He cut you off, already knowing what you were going to say.

“I knew you wouldn’t come if Michael just said I wanted to talk to you, so I told him to pretend he was arresting you,” he looked down as he played with his fingers on his lap.

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed, making a motion to get up, but Jack grabbed your arm, holding you down.

“Will you just listen to me for five seconds?” he let out an exasperated sigh, “I’m not trying to upset you; I just want to talk!” You could see the desperation on his face, causing you to sigh again and lean back against the wall.

“Talk,” you said simply, waiting for him to let go of your arm, but he never did – instead, he moved closer and held your hand in his lap.

“Charlie told me you’re planning on leaving tomorrow,” Jack said softly. You groaned softly upon hearing your brother did the one thing you told him not to do, but you replied to the comment anyway.

“If I’m here because you’re going to try to stop me, it’s not going to work,” you shook your head, “Charlie and Shawn have been trying all month.”

“I can get you a job in the castle,” he told you, “There’s always something that needs done around here.”

“I don’t-”

“You don’t need to leave town to find a job, Y/N,” he said firmly.

“I’m not leaving to find a job, Jack,” you replied, making his heart race at the sound of his name, “I’m leaving because there’s nothing here for me anymore. I want to experience so many things and none of them are going to happen in this town.”

“What about your brothers?”

“My brothers lived over 7 years without me once; They’ll be fine.”

“What about me?” he asked, taking you by surprise.

“What about you?” you returned quietly.

“I know you know I like you, Y/N,” he said, “I know your brothers told you I do. And I know that that makes you more scared than you’re willing to admit, but-”

“I’m not scared of someone liking me,” you cut him off, a slightly frustrated tone in your voice.

“Then why are you avoiding it?”

“I’m not avoiding anything.”

“Yes, you are!” Jack said, suddenly pushing your arm back to your own lap, “Your brothers told you I like you and you left! You didn’t stay for dinner and you didn’t even let me try to help you!”

“I don’t need any goddamn help!” you shot back loudly, “I can take care of myself! I’m not 5-years-old anymore! I don’t need people always looking after me!”

“What’s so bad about people wanting to be there for you, Y/N?!” he asked, “What’s so bad about people caring about you?!”

"People lie, Jack! They lie and lead you on and hurt you in ways no one teaches you how to deal with, and I'm sick of it!"

"So who hurt you?" he asked, drastically softer than he had been in the last couple minutes. 

“I’m not having this conversation,” you mumbled, getting up and leaving the cell.

You didn’t even make it out into the hallway before you felt Jack grab your wrist and spin you around. Before you could react, his other hand was on your cheek and he was pulling your face to his, pressing your lips together. You let out a breath, not bothering to push him back because you knew he knew you wanted this just as much as he did.

The hand holding your wrist brought your arm up and laid it on his shoulder before putting his hand on your waist. Your free hand just instinctively came up to rest at the base of his neck. When he pulled away to breathe, Jack smiled slightly, putting his forehead on your own.

“You may not be scared, but you are worried,” he said thoughtfully, “Your brothers said you told them you weren’t good enough for me.”

“I’m not,” you swallowed thickly, “Even if you decided to be with someone who wasn’t royalty, you can’t be with someone who can’t afford something as stupid as bread.”

“You don’t fall for wealth, Y/N; You fall for a person,” he smiled softly again, “And whether you like it or not, I’m falling for you. I know I can’t make you stay – you’ve made it pretty clear to me that you’re not going to be following any orders of mine anytime soon-” You giggled softly as he went on. “-but just give me another month,” he shook his head, “If I can’t convince you that there’s more in this town for you by the end of the month, then I’ll… I’ll let you go without begging you to stay.” You took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly.

“A month, Jack,” you murmured.

“Well, I’ll start right now then,” he said thoughtfully, “Reason number one is that if you leave, you won’t get to do this all the time-” He pressed his lips to yours, making you laugh into his mouth.

“Tempting…” you said, pecking his lips again before pulling your head back, “What else you got?"

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“Y/N,” you felt Shawn nudged you gently, making you jump, “You okay?” Your head shot up to look at both of your brothers, who were both now standing behind you. You then sighed, looking back at the garden.

“I can’t actually leave yet,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to either of them.

“Yet?” he replied, confusion written all over both their faces.

“I’m gonna find a job,” you said, “And I’m gonna save up and move out and get new clothes and then we’ll all be happy again.”

“Again?” Charlie shook his head, “Y/N, what are you-“ He cut himself off when you stood up and walked off of the porch, going into the garden and sitting down on the concrete of the fountain. He looked at Shawn and the older boy shrugged, and they both shook it off as Jack came outside.

Jack’s POV

“Where’s Y/N?” the Prince asked, earning curious looks from your brothers. They both pointed out into the garden where you were in clear view from the porch. Jack was about to go sit with you when your brother’s voice stopped him.

“I know you’re the Prince and all,” Shawn said, “But Y/N is our sister first, and we will hurt you if you hurt her.”

"How would I hurt her?" Jack asked with a small tilt of the head. 

"We see the way you look at her," Charlie told him. 

"Sounds like you really care about her."

"She's our sister. Of course we care about her."

"She seems to think otherwise," Jack informed them. 

"Why would she think that?" Shawn furrowed his eyebrows. 

"Something about you saying you were stuck with her after your parents' passing."

Charlie put his hands on his face and groaned softly, "I knew I shouldn't have said that."

"Then why did you?" 

"I… It was right after it happened and I just… I was still hurting and I took it out on her."

"Why didn't you ever tell her you didn't mean it?"

"I never knew she thought I did," he mumbled. 

Jack didn't reply, he simply looked at your brothers and motioned toward you. They immediately walked in your direction while he leaned against the wall, watching as you looked up when the two men approached you. 

Your POV 

"Hey, Y/N…" Shawn said softly, "We need to talk." You swallowed the lump in your throat, shaking your head. 

"I said I'm sorry," you whispered, "I'll get food tomorrow – I swear I will."

"It's not about what happened today, Y/N," Charlie said as the two kneeled down on the ground in front of you. 

"It's not?" you frowned. He reached up and wiped the tears off of your cheek. 

"No," he mumbled, "It's about something I said after Mom and Dad died… Y/N, when I said Shawn and I were stuck with you… I need you to know that I didn't mean it, okay? I was still grieving and I had all this anger building up and I took it out on you in the worst way possible, and I'm really sorry. I would have told you sooner, but I didn't think you ever thought I was being serious. And we never should have been acting like it was your fault for not being able to find a job when we already knew that most places around here won't even hire women."

"We don't know what we'd do without you," Shawn said, shaking his head, "We never wanted you to feel like we don't care about you. We love you so much, Y/N."

"You do?" you choked. 

"We'll always love you, Y/N," Charlie smiled sadly, wiping your face again, "I know we fight a lot, but you're our little sister; You're supposed to annoy the shit out of us." A breathy chuckle passed your lips and you swallowed again. 

"I love you," you whimpered, your eyes getting watery again as you looked at your brothers. 

Charlie got up on his knees and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. Your arms immediately went around his neck as you hugged him tightly. He felt your tears start seeping through his shirt, but he kept you in place, rubbing your back lightly. When it was obvious that you weren't going to move on to him any time soon, Shawn joined in the hug, wrapping his arms around both you and Charlie. 

"We love you too, Y/N," they both muttered simultaneously, kissing your head. 

"How did you know it was about what you said after Mom and Dad died?" you asked, your voice muffled by Charlie's shirt. 

"The Prince told us," Shawn replied, "We wouldn't have even guessed if he hadn't said anything." You finally lifted yourself off of your brother, causing both of them to let go of you. You looked toward the castle and found Jack sitting on the stairs, kicking rocks around with his foot. 

"He was looking for you," Charlie informed you, making you look back at him.

"Why?" you whispered. 

"Don't know," he shrugged, "But he never denied it when we told him we could tell he likes you." 

"That's not funny," you mumbled, "He doesn't like me."

"We're not trying to be funny, Y/N," Shawn said. 

"He's a prince, Shawn," you reminded him, "He's not going to go for some girl who can't even afford a loaf of bread." You got up before either of them could say anything and began walking back to the castle. The two men sighed, simply watching you approach the steps where Jack was sitting. 

"Hey!" Jack smiled, jumping up, "Is everything okay now?"

You nodded silently, continuing to walk. You missed him look back at your brothers and them taking their turn to motion for him to follow you. Jack quickly turned and jogged after you just as you entered the castle. 

“Y/N,” he said, “Hey, wait up.” He hurried in front of you, making you stop walking. You let out a small puff of air, looking up at the Prince to find him looking at you curiously. “Where are you going?” he asked you.

“Home,” you answered.

“But you just got here,” he frowned, “You haven’t even eaten yet.”

“Not hungry anymore,” you murmured.

“Y/N, you can’t possibly just not be hungry anymore.”

“I really appreciate you wanting to do this for us,” you shook your head, “I’m sure my brothers will really enjoy having something other than bread to eat for once, but I just want to be alone.”

“You can go in my room and we’ll leave you alone until dinner,” Jack said, practically begging you to stay.

“Thank you for everything, Your Highness,” you went on, ignoring his pleas, “It was really nice of you to invite us here. I hope you all enjoy your dinner.” You walked past him, leaving him frozen in his spot.

“Y/N, you’re not leaving until you eat something!” he called after you, coming back to his senses and chasing you down again. He grabbed your hand, turning you back around. “That’s an order, Y/N,” he stated firmly, “You’re staying for dinner.” You looked at him in disbelief for a moment that he’d actually ordered you to stay. But unfortunately for him, it wasn’t enough.

“No, I’m not,” you grumbled, ripping your hand out of his and walking away again, leaving him surprised that you didn’t listen to him.

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