Warning: This fanfiction will contain harsh language, dramatic turns of events, sex and voilence. This is rated mature for these reasons and if you don't like it, don't waste time on reading and commenting.

A/N: I've been writing this fanfic for a long time now, and decided it was time to finally post it on here. This fanfiction is based on the storyline of Keith's route in the non-gree version. I wasn't entirely satisfied with a few things, and eventually I decided to start writing this. It's become bigger than I first intended, but I regret nothing~
Disclaimer: I don't own Be my princess, any of it's characters, or the original story line of Keith's route.

~ "Silver Lovers" ~

Episode one

Nobel Michel castle, the place where all nobles gathered for parties and important meetings about the world and its problems. No commoner had ever set foot in it.

I was here though, a commoner. Some nobleman I met on the streets dragged me here for some reason I still didn't know about.

He was nice though, a bit creepy, but a good guy. If he had any bad intentions he was extremely good at hiding them.

I was pulled into a fancy dress that seemed to be made for me. A bunch of maids applied makeup that made me look like some gorgeous movie star, and did my hair in such a way I could still fit a tiara on it.

All in all, they made me look like a princess. They almost magically turned me into something every little girl would kill for.

Like this I definitely would fit in between the other guests. Well... That's what I hoped for. The opposite was true. My dress was too grand and my makeup too stunning.

People thought I was an actual princess, and avoided me like an illness.

Okay okay, not ALL people. The guy who dragged me here talked to me, and I met a bunch of other overly fancy dressed guys. Though later on they all seemed to have disappeared and I was all alone again.

Suddenly a voice asked for our attention. We all looked up to the balcony and noticed the silhouettes of 6 figures. It turned out they were going to introduce the crown princes of the six most powerful nations.

I nearly had a little heart attack when I saw who they were. Those six men I had met earlier that evening were the six crown princes. Every single one if them was an actual prince, and they had talked to me. I shuddered when I realized what might happen to me if they found out I was nothing more than a simple commoner. I had no wealth or status to inherit from my family.

At that moment the champagne table became my best friend. I was desperately trying to drain away my fears. It wasn't like I could confront that guy, who turned out to be Prince Edward, about bringing me to a place like this. He was completely surrounded by a crowd of women. And so were the other princes.

Just when I was reaching out for my 7th glass I felt a presence behind me. I grabbed the glass before turning around, and came face to face with Prince Keith.

His eyes grew wide when he seemed to recognize me. But he quickly regained his composure and snapped his mouth closed.

I looked at him in a daze, realizing I might have gone overboard with the champagne. Alcohol had never been one of my strong points.

His mouth moved while he looked at me with disapproving eyes.

Oh... He was taking to me. "exjuuujsse me?" I mumbled. I frowned, my tongue felt heavy and I wasn't able to pronounce the word correctly.

It's strange how alcohol can change a person entirely. I had gone from fake princess to drunk, out-of-place commoner in just a few minutes.

Prince Keith glared at me. "I just asked you to dance with me." He growled under his breath, leaning in closer so I could hear.

"But it seems my eyes have deceived me. I guess even a drunk commoner can look the part in the right clothes."

As his words sank in I sobered up a little, turned out part of my drunkenness had been my own illusion.

I glared up at him. "Well it's not like I want to dance with you anyway." I hissed at him through gritted teeth.

He looked a little taken aback by my words and clear voice.

"Were... Were you pretending to be drunk?" He asked, his eyes getting slightly wider.

I shook my head. "I'm extremely drunk. It's just that I don't want to be insulted by such an impotent fuck." I hissed my words through my teeth again, making sure he was the only person to hear them.

"What did you just say?!" He almost shouted, but was able to restrain his voice to nothing more than a whisper.

I had done it now. His eyes shot daggers and I would definitely have died a thousand painful deaths if looks could kill.

I smiled up at him. "I'm sure you heard me your highness. And I doubt it's a good idea to repeat myself."

The flashes burning behind his eyes died down a bit, but he was obviously still mad.

For a moment he continued to glare at me. Then he suddenly grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the dance floor.

"Excuse me?" I said, skipping to catch up with him so that my arm wouldn't be ripped of by his forceful pull. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hissed at him when we were out of earshot.

He glared down at me from the corner of his eye. "If I don't dance with you now people will think you rejected me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, isn't that exactly what happened?"

He shot me another glare before pulling me closer to his body and wrapping his arm around my lower back, pressing me even closer to him. His body heat leaked through his clothes and my body reacted by starting to feel warm in places that weren't appropriate.

With my half drunken head I registered that feeling this way towards someone I felt such deep hatred for was not exactly right. But at the same time the thought fled my head and I only felt the bliss of his hand pressing into my back, and the length of his body pressed against mine as we swayed over the dance floor.

My eyes found his and the burning anger that was there before had changed to a different kind of burn. He pressed me even closer to him while gazing deep into my eyes. His gaze made the warm feeling I had before start to spread throughout my entire body.

We were locked into each others gaze, and somewhere I knew that neither he nor I wanted this moment to end. It felt just so good to be held by him. His gentle though firm grip made me go weak in the knees, and I all but melted into his chest.

As I returned his obvious lustful gaze, a small smirk grew onto his face. The passion burning behind his gaze seemed to intensify for a small moment before he suddenly came to a halt.

I snapped out of my daze, realizing the music had ended, and that it was impossible for us to continue dancing without attracting even more attention.

Suddenly I became aware of the dozens of eyes that were stabbing daggers into my body. All the women in the room, both young and old, were glaring at me. I could almost hear their thoughts, wishing me to just die on the spot. After all, everyone had noticed I was just a commoner in a fancy dress. How in the world could a commoner be allowed to dance with THEIR Prince Keith. It was just unforgivable.

The moment Prince Keith released my hand the women started to swarm to him. "Prince Keith! Please dance with me next." They all squealed, pushing their way towards him. I saw him stumble backwards slightly, a horrified look on his face.

Our moment had been broken, and all the lust and passion I had felt while being in his arms had glided off my body like water. All I felt now was relief and glee, because I was released from his evil spell, and he was incredibly scared of all those women.

While I was snickering to myself, one of the women pushed me aside, pushing me through the crowd of women, and back towards Prince Keith. Now, that was not the way I wanted to go. I had wanted to remove myself away from him, not go back to him.

Sadly, before I knew it I had barged through the crowd and was now falling towards Prince Keith. He looked shocked to see me again, but then quickly noticed I was falling. His hands automatically shot out and he gallantly caught me before I fell onto the cold floor.

I was instantly pressed against his firm chest, and immediately I felt that heat again. The delicious burn, the craving for a forbidden passion. But it was only brief this time. The moment he noticed I had regained my balance he let go of me again, taking the heat with him.

Once I was back to my own senses I finally registered the countless of gasps that were rising around us. Everyone stared at us in utter shock. What in the world had happened that was so shocking? Did I accidentally pull off his pants or something? I stole a quick glance at his pants, but they were still at its rightful place. So what was it then?

Before I had the time to ask anyone what in the world was going on, Prince Keith had grabbed my arm and was forcefully dragging me away from the crowd and out of the room.

Outside, in the hallway he threw me against the wall. As my head collided with the hard marble I let out a painful groan. I glared up at Prince Keith, ignoring him as he slammed his fist into the wall just mere centimeters away from my face. "What in the world was that all about?!" He shouted into my face.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Sorry? What?" Was it really that much of a problem that I nearly fell down in front of him? Or was he talking about the dance? Or maybe I did rip something of his clothing. I looked him up and down, but didn't notice anything wrong with his fancy uniform.

"Look at me when you talk to me!" He said, grabbing my face forcefully and making me look at him.

"What the fuck, let go." I groaned, trying to pull my head free from his painful grip. "That hurts."

He eased his grip slightly, but didn't let go. His eyes burned deep into mine again, and I could already hear the warning bells chiming in my head. The now almost familiar warm feeling started to creep itself into my body again. What the fuck was wrong with me?

"Why did you embrace me?" He said. His voice was a little calmer now, and as I looked into his eyes I could see his mood was changing drastically again too.

"Sorry, but... I kind of fell down... I didn't mean to embrace you." I mumbled. I didn't understand. He held me so incredibly close during our dance, why would he mind one more embrace, and on top of that, it was completely by accident. He and I both knew I had rather avoided it if possible.

He stared at me for a moment before sighing and letting my face go. He stepped away and dragged his hand through his hair. His eyes found me again. "You really don't know do you?"

I tilted my head. "Sorry? What am I supposed to know?"

He shook his head and sighed again. "You really don't..." He glanced around the hallway, probably looking for signs that we were completely alone. I followed his gaze, and also confirmed that we were indeed completely alone.

"Look." He said, turning back to me. "In Liberty we have the custom that if two people embrace right after a dance, it's a form of proposal... And if the embrace is returned, it means the proposal is accepted."

I stared at him in disbelief as the situation clicked in my head. I had embraced him... after dancing with him... which meant... I had just proposed to him. And oh god, he had returned my embrace, which meant, people now thought we were engaged.

"Oh shit." I mumbled, gaping at him in disbelief. "Seriously? But... Isn't that kind of... old fashioned?"

He snorted and shot me a sad smile. "Well, these days it's only practiced by members of the royal family."

I groaned and leaned back against the wall. Great, so I had just completely accidentally engaged myself to the crown prince of Liberty. The guy I felt a burning hatred for, but also another kind of burning sensation whenever he held me.

"Fuck, okay, just fuck. Why did this have to happen for gods sake?" I sighed. I pushed a stray lock of hair out of my face and looked at the ceiling. "I don't even like you."

"Took the words right out of my mouth." He mumbled as he rested his hand against a nearby pillar. He cupped his face with his free hand and glared at the floor.

I looked over at him. My eyes wandered over his body freely. Sure, he had the handsome part, and his body looked downright delicious. And yes, he had wealth and status. But he was just a great bag of dicks and I didn't want to have to do anything with him. And I certainly didn't want to marry him.

"Look, can't we just like... go back there and tell them all it's just a big misunderstanding, because I really had no idea that such kind of stupid customs still existed." I started to ramble, silently hoping he'd just start yelling again or something. Him being so quiet was kind of unnerving for some reason.

"I mean, I'm not even from Liberty originally. I've lived in Philip all my life. I never cared for anything that had anything to do with royalty. How in the world am I supposed to know about those kinds of things. Hell, I'm not even supposed to be here. It's Prince Edward who practically dragged me here for some bizarre reason. We only met on the streets and..."

Right then Prince Keith silenced my ramblings by pressing his body against mine, sandwiching me between the cold wall and his heated body. One of his hands cupped the back of my head and the other pressed hard into the small of my back, forcing my body to press against his even harder.

He fisted my hair and pulled so that my head tilted backwards. For a slight second we just gazed into each others eyes. We both knew what was going to happen, and neither of us understood why and how. "Just... shut up." He whispered right before crashing his lips onto mine. Smoldering any sounds I had still wanted to make.