Hello there! I know I'm a horrible person, considering how many fanfics I have unfinished, but I'm not longer so in those fandoms and continuing writing them poorly will not be fair on anyone.

So, first supernatural fanfic, AU, yes, but nonetheless. I'm destiel trash, hello.

This is a medieval based fanfic, with Castiel as a Prince and Dean as a king. I apologise for any historical mishaps, because this is not based ON REAL LIFE. Not at all. It sounds very fictional and romanticised, as it should be.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters, nada.

Warnings: Crossdressing (couldn't resist me some Cas in a dress) Mature content later on, swearing, violence, drug use etc etc etc. Basically everything you see in supernatural. (Excluding the dress thing... I wish!)

Cas was the second youngest son in the Novak royal household. He was just as eligible to the throne as any of his older, and much wiser brother's, but would probably never feel the power of getting to be the one to sit there, in such a high position of power.

His parents were not old yet, but their will laid on the shoulders of Michael, a capable warrior and strategist, also the oldest son. If something were to happen to Michael, then Gabriel would take up the throne and only then, after him, Castiel. But that was not likely to happen; as his oldest sibling was intelligent, and didn't throw his life around as if it was nothing. He knew his importance to the kingdom.

It didn't bother Castiel much, knowing that he would never rule over the subjects that could have belonged to him. He didn't wish any of his siblings ill- quite the contrary, in fact. Castiel enjoyed going out into town and pretending he wasn't who he really was, just mingling with the lower class without a care. Although, when it came to it, he could be easily recognised, and so took great care in always covering his face with a hood.

He also had three sisters- Anna, Naomi and Hannah. The second of the trio had been married to a fine match a little while back, to settle a dispute between two warring kingdoms, of which one was Castiel's own. From the visits that his family received and the letters written with a sure hand, everything was going well.

Anna was the one who took care of him, mostly. When he'd been younger, she was his tutor and the closest thing he'd had to any support with the duties he had as a prince. His parents were busy, and once he had finished nursing his mother's breast he had been taken away and cared for by other's. He saw them much more often now, but any real conversation they had as one large family was around the mahogany feasting table.

Life as a royal had its dangers, but Castiel didn't complain. He took everything as it came and dealt with the consequences accordingly.

The gardens were beautiful that time of year, when all the flowers bloomed full and the pathways grew over with stray weeds. The breeze shuffled the leaves gently and miles ahead you could see the fields where the farmers worked, sweat dripping off their backs as they got ready to sow the land.

Castiel watched a bee buzz idly around some wild flowers, leaving pollen in its wake as it fluttered its wings madly. The flowers smelled something wonderful, and he couldn't help but lean over and breathe in the sweet scent, letting the bee, somewhat angrily, buzz around his head before flying off as if in a huff, leaving the young prince to stand crouched over and admire its work.

Cas straightened his back, letting the soft gust of wind ruffle through his dark hair and unsettle it even more than it already was before. This was were he always was when not in the castle or the nearby village; out in the small gardens sculpted by nature, barely touched by any human hand. Sometimes he could see hares in the little dug out tunnels when they poked their heads out to look at who was disturbing the peace around them, and even at times the deer that would seek out refuge in the dense foliage from hunters. It was all so different from the rough stone cut of the castle and the wooden expense of his room- green, isolated and forgotten, it was all that Castiel needed to relax before having to go back to his duties.

"Castiel!" The high, feminine voice sounded over the rustling of the leaves and cacophony of insects and struck him out of his reverie.

Castiel turned his head to see the figure of Anna, hands tightly grasping the skirt of her dress and lifting it up out of the dirt as she ran across the over grown path to were he was standing. Her red hair was out of its usual, pinned up style, and no jewellery was adorning her elegant neck. Something urgent was happening.

"Father needs you in the dining hall immediately." Anna's voice was strained as she stopped in front of her brother, chest heaving. She must've run all the way to the gardens at the back of the castle, and that wasn't a short distance in the least.

"What happened?" Castiel inquired, blue eyes looking down at her confusedly. There couldn't be anything going on, their kingdom was peaceful, a threat of an attack was impossible, no famine or plague had struck any village close to theirs as of what he knew.

His question was followed by an answer of a curt shake of Anna's head. "I do not know, he'll only tell when everyone is there- come on!"

Anna grabbed Castiel's hand with her own, much smaller one, although her grip wasn't soft; a show that she wasn't any weaker than him, an older sister straight and true, who could tell him off and tuck him into bed if he were hit with a fever at the same time.

The pair ran across the pathway back to the castle together. There wasn't anybody on their way to dodge, as the road to the gardens could only be accessed through the back of the kitchens and none of the servants knew of it as of yet, and even if they did, they all knew it was Castiel's special place, and dared not to come along and ruin the atmosphere that the young prince had set for himself in the dense fauna and twisted, dying trees.

They reached the dining hall last, after everyone had already sat and gotten over the initial shock of being summoned there at such an ungodly time by their parents, and so didn't have any time to catch their breath before their father pushed his chair back and stood up, tugging down on his jerking to straighten it from it's crumpled state.

"There's been a problem concerning the Winchester Kingdom-" Everyone stayed silent, they all knew about the Winchester's. They were bastards, not of royal blood by any means. The queen, Mary, had married a cobbler and took his name before dying in a harsh fire, leaving two sons to take after the throne when their father died.

Their king wasn't merciful, the Kingdom was known for starting pointless wars and much of the problems caused in their land. However, he wasn't hated. He did what was well for his people and it showed, even if, in the process, he'd gained dislike from all the other surrounding houses. He didn't attempt to smoothen any rough edges- their armies were strong, and if they went to battle they always won.

The Novak's and The Winchester's were not exactly enemies in political matter, they'd never gone to war as opposing sides, nor did they do each other wrong previously. However, even though Castiel's family was noble, and once a very rich Kingdom, they lost all that a long while back and had to stay on the side of the majority, lest an argument arise and they couldn't defend themselves.

"John has died, and his oldest son has stepped up to take the throne." Castiel's father continued. Everyone raised their heads and started talking at the same time, only Anna and Castiel remaining silent as they stared, dumb founded at the stone walls and flickering flames of the candles stationed on the table.

A new king meant everything. It meant change in the kingdom and change in the rules, government and its officials. No one could tell what a person would be like on a throne until they were actually on it, and if they would break down any previous achievements made by the king before them or if they would expand on them- be the poor copy of the man that had sat on the same, high pedestal. Maybe the new leader would be the same ruthless ruler that John had been, or maybe they'd attempt to sign treaties between the lands.

"But does that benefit us?" Michael spoke up the loudest, a question directed at their father.

"We cannot know as of yet, but what I've heard is that the new king is young, and therefore foolish, and our borders are in line with his."

Again, everyone started speaking over one another. Castiel could see one of his closer brothers, Gabriel, hitting Michael over the head with a wooden plate to shut him up before shouting in his face. This was what his family got like, when they were faced with a prospect of big change or decision. Anna sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap nervously as Hannah tried to yell over over the fighting and ruckus of her brother's about a prospect of marriage.

That was out of question, they couldn't risk uniting with the Winchester Kingdom before knowing if the new king would form alliances with anyone else.