A/N: So I seriously shouldn't be starting so many stories at once but I couldn't help it!
This idea just popped into my head: In a land where the King dictated how everyone lives can his son Roman actually find real love?
A/U Royalty Ambreigns.
Hope you like it x x x
Ever since he was a young boy, Roman Reigns, knew he had a commitment to carry on his family name just like generations before him had.
The Reigns was a powerful family in Allentown, with good reason they had been for the past three generations and Roman was going to make it four generations when the time comes, which he hopes is years from now.
His father Sika owned this country, well he might as well of as he was their King, he dictated how every one lived their lives, well everyone who lived in Allentown that is and this is the reason Roman wasn't allowed to have friends that his father didn't approve of and now he was twenty one it was the same thing and not with just friendships, it also stemmed to Roman's relationships too, Roman wasn't allowed to date unless it was someone of his father's choosing, they were always of the same class- Royalty of some kind, princesses or princes his father didn't care it was normally based upon whom ever his father deemed worthy enough to be in his son's presence or what the family could possibly get out of that particular person never what Roman wanted or needed from a potential mate as his father called them.
Today was different, or so Roman thought today was going to be different because it was his birthday today, he was twenty one, a grown man to his father or so that is what his father told him, except for the fact this grown man couldn't even choose his own partner, his father had arrange his son's mate for him, all his father Sika told him, was that this was for the best, for Roman and for the country (so Roman thinks it means it is good for his father).
All Roman knew which was near enough nothing, was that whoever his so called mate was that they were the child of a man who owed his father money and he was selling his child to pay that debt.
Roman honestly didn't know how he felt about this, how much money did this man owe his father that he would willingly sell his own child to be Roman's- slave, lover, mate whatever Roman wanted the person to become?
What if Roman hated them?
What if Roman loved them?
What if Roman loved someone else? But then again how could he when he'd never known real love, certainly didn't live around it.
His father Sika married for love (apparently), then why couldn't he? Roman would one day be King, so shouldn't he get the same privilege?
Roman had been alone in his room for well over an hour, since his father had dropped this mate bombshell upon him, that was until one of the maids knocked on his bedroom door, "Sir, we have company, His Royal Highness requests your presence downstairs as soon as possible" the fair-headed lady spoke before bowing out of his room leaving Roman alone once more.
He takes a deep breath, glancing in the full length mirror on the opposite side of his room, to make sure his appearance is acceptable, well acceptable to his father anyway.
Sika often chastised Roman for his appearance, he said Roman could do with getting more clothes, smarter clothes was what his dad was inferring, this annoyed Roman no end, as he found wearing suits and formal dress shirts that were crisp and white, boring, he's not saying he didn't look good in those outfits because he knows he looks good, but he'd rather walk around in grey sweatpants and a black wife beater, much to his father's dismay when he wears that to the gymnasium to work out.
His father said wearing suit and ties were to show people that they were higher class than the little people. Roman couldn't argue with his father, he didn't want to argue with his father.
Roman took a deep breath, swinging his door open and stepping out onto the long and narrow hallway that lead towards the grand stairway, as he walks deliberately slowly down the stairs one step at a time, Roman feels the need to keep his emotions in check, he feels a different range of emotions running through his veins- anger, hatred, betrayal...
He stops on the final step, lingers there for a moment before his mother notices him, she smiles brightly at him as he approaches her, "Darling there you are, your father has been waiting for you" She says as she kisses Roman's cheek softly, linking her arms with her son, walking in sync with her son, step for step as they walk towards the grand ballroom together, as it is known, Roman always asks why they can't just call it a living room like normal people and his father would always reply because they aren't normal people they are Royalty.
As they enter the grand ballroom, the doors opened by two of their families many hired help, Roman feels nervous, is he about to meet his mate? His mother looks across at his curiously, "Are you ok darling?" She asks him quietly, "Yes Mother" Roman replies trying to sound as casual as he can, inside his suit his heart is beating what feels like a million miles per hour, an exaggeration he knows but it certainly feels that way.
"Ah here he is now" Roman hears his father say, rising from the table where he is sitting with three other people, an older gentleman, an older lady and then what must have been their child, the older couple were looking over at Roman whereas the man who was going to be his mate had his eyes fixed to the floor, his un-kept hair covering his eyes, "Roman, come here, I would like you to meet, Mrs and Mr Helmsley, and their son Dean" His father says, and Roman greets them gracefully just like his Mother taught him.
Roman has to stifle his laughter as the mother of the couple in front of him elbows her son to get him to look up at him, Dean, his name in Dean, Roman says in his head, Dean looks awkward, he shuffles his feet and looks up, "Your Royal Highness, it's an honour to meet you" Dean says, standing frozen to the spot he is standing in, brushing his un-kept hair out of his the way of his eyes and Roman notices his piercing blue eyes staring back at him.
"The pleasure is all mine" Roman replies and he hates the way he sounds like his father.
A/N 2: Please Read And Review x x x