This is just a one-shot. I think. I haven't read Game of Thrones, I just wanted to give you an insight on what being a prince really was like. And what better way than to turn it into a Naruhina fanfic? Prepare for great-


I've never really cared for princesses. They just don't amuse me or hold my attention. Why? Well, I'll tell you.

They're just ordinary girls. Plain girls born into royalty. They are about as interesting as some farm girl dressed in a noble's clothing. They're Spoiled, Indulged, educated, yes, beautiful, yes, yet ultimately…

Boring.

But are they, really?
I mean, living under such circumstances, anyone could be beautiful.

What is beauty, anyway?

Guess I'll never know.


A Beautiful Princess


"Prince Naruto."

"Ahem, Prince Naruto!"

"Hm?" The boy opened his eyes and blinked several times before adjusting to the bright light that escaped through the tall, iridescent windows of the room he sat in. From where he was sitting, the windows practically didn't exist. The pure, white light from the morning sun stabbed his defenseless blue eyes over and over again, like a child not knowing of the pain he bestows upon others. Where am I…

"Allow me to introduce your highness to Princess Ursula of the Eluir Kingdom." What an ugly name. The girl approached him with ungraceful footsteps as she held up the hem of her dress so as not to trip. Naruto, the fifteen year-old prince of Konoha watched as she desperately prepared the speech she'd obviously written onto the palm of her small, fat hand. Princess Ursula was infamous for her short temper, weight and lack of charisma. Naruto didn't care about the charisma, but obesity and frequent temper issues was not on his O-K list. Besides, he deserved a better fiancé, with his wealth and handsomeness.

Naruto ran a delicate hand through his long, wavy hair and let out an exasperated sigh. The golden fibers combed to perfection, forced into an irresistible, wavy style that made it hard for these princesses to take notice of his disappointed eyes, blue like discs of ice or pure like laying down on a rooftop and looking up at a cloudless sky, the kind of beauty was subjective but it was most definitely beautiful. His face was powdered, hiding any potential flaws, not to say that there were any. Naruto personally requested having his face whitened in order for the whisker lines he painted on the sides of his broad cheeks to stand out more, adding to his predatory presence that his blue eyes and his laid back position enforced; his palpable power only strengthened the effect. Having figured out that she was absolutely of no interest to him whatsoever had the downside of that he'd now have to sit through yet another stupid, meaningless introduction. What a waste of time that he could be spending on much more important things like reading or attending to royal duties.

He sighed again, not caring about the threatening glare that his butler, Hatake Kakashi sent him.

"Your highness, please pay attention." Naruto frowned in annoyance.

"She's not my type." He spoke. Kakashi held back the urge to express his irritation. This young lady was the 62nd to come and this was the twelfth day that the royal family was forced to welcome the princesses!

"Oh, my foppish little prince. Sure, you jest." He shook his head slowly, Naruto showed no remorse. The prince had absolutely no respect for princesses, no matter how beautiful they were. Wealth was of no matter to him, either, since he was already rich enough. In reality, most princes would only go after the girls' appearance, but Naruto was known to be very picky, and had never complimented a female before. Not even his mother. The royal family was close to giving up hope, and was even questioning his sexual orientation. What was Naruto's type?

"These flowers are beautiful." The young boy caressed their petals and smiled, a rare sight for those within his vicinity. The fourteen year-old princess who stood before him couldn't stop herself from blushing, thinking that he might, just might choose her. It would be announced in the evening, for Naruto would have to choose, even if none of them were good enough.

Suddenly, he stood up.

"Kakashi, I would like to thank the man who delivered us these fine flowers." Kakashi nodded and gave the princess an apologetic smile. She took it as an acceptation and left the hall in tears of happiness.

"I will see to it, my prince." Kakashi gave a low bow and walked towards the same exit where the door had just been shut by the previous princess. Whilst wondering why Naruto would go to such measures for the sake of some flowers, he was also glad that he was willing to show kindness to the citizens of his kingdom without Kakashi forcing him to.

Naruto was accompanied by his father, the King, Namikaze Minato, along with a set of guards in case something were to happen. Naruto had never been assaulted before, but his relatives were not very welcomed.

The flower shop was small, but in great condition. Naruto preferred shops like these over the large, extravagant ones with lots of artificially colored roses and tulips. The mellifluous air was stimulating, and very different from the Konoha mansion. He liked it.

Minato walked carefully towards the cash register and spoke up with a voice so gentle, anyone would feel obliged to answer.

"Hiashi?" Naruto assumed that he was referring to the store owner, but he wasn't certain. He could be asking Naruto if it was daytime. (NOTE: Hiashi means daytime.)

"U-uhm…" A small, petite girl stepped out behind the desk. Her hair was long, but she had braided it. Her eye color really was odd. She possessed no pupils; there was just a deep void of grey-purple. But her stare was directed at the floor, so he couldn't see it all too well. There was something intriguing about her, though, something that didn't require that she look up.

"Fa-father is o-out a-at the mo-moment…" She stuttered uncontrollably, clearly not used to conversing. He settled his gaze on her and crossed his arms.

'Has she even looked at us?' He thought in question. As if hearing him, the girl slowly raised her eyes to meet his and Minato's. He watched in great amusement as her eyes widened frantically and she struggled to utter words of formality. The first thing she decided to do was bow hastily and apologize.

"I-I ap-apo-apo-apol-a-apolog-apologize si-si-sin-"As she fought against her stammering, Naruto grew irritated and spoke up.

"It's fine." She looked taken aback, but quickly regained her composure and forced a smile.

"Yes, it really is. We simply wished to thank him for the gorgeous flowers he had delivered to the castle." Minato's smile was genuine. He despised Minato's easy-going way of behaving. It was distracting, and many of the kingdom's citizens had begun assuming that he, too, was kind.

His azure eyes fixated on hers as he furrowed his eyebrows deeply in concentration. Slowly, he raised his hand and threaded his long, rough fingers through his blonde hair and sighed. He hated it when a few light strands would invade his vision and tickle his eyelashes.

The girl appeared to be at a loss for words, she stared back at him with wide open eyes. He knew why, and smirked knowingly.

"As a gift, we would like to give you a formal invite to a party at the castle tonight." Minato smiled, and Naruto's smirk faded at the sight of it. Her mouth hung open for what seemed like an eternity, and Naruto held back a smile, but the tugging at the corners of his lips was getting painful. How curious.

"Are you alright?" He asked, feigning worry. She shut her mouth and nodded, her eyes closed as if she believed to be seeing an illusion. He didn't blame her, because after all, the king and his handsome son were visiting her, and in addition had invited her and her poor family to their home. He raised his eyebrows in interest, eagerly awaiting her answer. Unfortunately, it never came, because the owner of the store came back.

"Minato-sama? Naruto-sama?" He first appeared dumfounded, shocked, then his face contorted in fear, most likely thinking that they were there to punish him. Minato chuckled pleasantly, and after sobering, spoke with a soft voice in order to calm the old man.

"We are here to thank you for the flowers. My son loves them." Hiashi, the owner of the flower shop was shocked into silence. He, like his daughter gaped at the two members of the royal family with nothing but cut off words to offer them.

"It is a great pleasure, sir!" Naruto's half-open eyes opened fully at the sound of her voice. She bowed her head low, but he was already aware of her appearance, and for some reason wanted to be the one to witness it again. His cold, blue eyes rested on her tiny figure, and his lips curved into a secretive smile. He leaned back and stroked his lower lip with his index finger, deep in thought. This action, and the way he was looking at the girl did not go unnoticed by his father.

"Hiashi, why don't we talk about our gift to you?" Minato placed his hand on Hiashi's shoulder and he urged him to follow. The long-haired man obeyed, still appearing to be in a trance.

"You." Naruto's voice made the girl tremble. She was about to raise her head, but seemed to change her mind and squirmed uncomfortably as if she was stuck in one place. He watched her, clearly amused.

"What's your name?" He continued. She let out a small gasp, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand and shifted her stare to something else that wasn't him. Naruto tried to ignore how annoying he was finding her constantly moving eyes, but his short temper got the best of him.

"Could you stop doing that?" She gasped once again and nodded, allowing the calm smile to return to his lips. "I'd like to see your eyes." He began taking silent steps towards her, and her breathing quickened each time she heard his footfalls. By the time he was at arm's length, she was almost panting.

Naruto grasped her chin and tilted her head upwards, but her eyes would not focus on him. Being used to feeling uncomfortable by how much the princesses would stare at him, Naruto couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. She was very different from those girls.

But, after sobering from her strange behavior, Naruto took notice of something he found very, very disturbing.

"Don't bite your lip like that." He said quickly, making her finally look at him. When her eyes met his, they were simply locked under his gaze.

"S-sorry… Na-Naruto-sama…" He smirked. Somehow, hearing her say his name like that was pleasing to him.

"Don't make me ask you twice." He frowned again. "Hinata…" She whispered, anxious. "M-my name… Its… Hyuuga Hinata…" And for the first time ever, Naruto didn't hate it – in fact – He liked it.

"That's a beautiful name." He murmured. Now, he was certain.

Naruto and Minato watched the blazing glare of the setting sun as their carriage moved through the streets of Konoha, which lacked the liveliness and amount of people they would've preferred. Most of the citizens were inside their houses, going about their evening duties which usually involved cooking, cleaning and working. For some inexplicable reason, Naruto turned around and looked back at the small flower shop, remembering the young girl he'd met there. He shifted his gaze to the ball of red light, sighing for the third time since they'd left.

"Did you like her?" Minato was straight to the point, his tone serious. Naruto raised his eyebrows and looked at his father, blinking a few times before responding.

"Yes." Minato didn't hide his surprise, he couldn't. "I want her to be my wife, not some stupid, rich little princess."

"Do you realize what you're saying?!" He shouted, catching Naruto somewhat off-guard. But it was to be expected. His strong, determined eyes met the intimidating glare of his father.

"Reputation matters not. I have all the money and resources I need, so the only thing I really search for in a girl is her looks. I want her, and that's all that matters." Minato leaned back in his seat, gathering himself before speaking again.

"If that is what you wish, it shall be arranged. I doubt that Hinata will be happy, though." Naruto returned his gaze to the sun. Hinata… He smirked. Sweet, stuttering Hinata.

"It's not like I care what she thinks."


Yeah… That's about it.

Let me know if you're interested in it!