AU where Dan and Phil are gay princes who meet at a ball in Phil's kingdom and being gay is fine bc angst makes me sad :) it's just a little nervousness bc their world is kinda like ours, people assume others are straight

I'm actually making Dan bi and Phil gay.

Ok here is a short character introduction:

Dan: 17, prince from the kingdom of Iris

Phil: 18, prince from the kingdom of Lucrecia

Setting: Dan and his royal parents come to assist the wedding of Phil's older brother, Matthew, and meet in the week beforehand (they are invited early because their parents are friends).

hope you like it :)

I sat, staring out the carriage window at the countryside rolling past.

"Mother?" my mother looked up from the pamphlet she was reading.

"How much longer until we reach the palace?"

"Only about a half an hour dear." she smiled.

"Oh, it'll be so nice to see the Lesters again. They really are lovely. I'm sure you'll get on fine with their son, Daniel."

I grumbled a bit. It was so hot on the way to the castle I was starting to wonder if it was worth the trip.

"Now Dan." His mother said, in a firm tone, and I knew what was coming.

"I know, mom. Be polite, remember to act like a prince, and try to be friendly with their son, Phillip. You've told me like a million times."

"And use proper grammar." My mother said sternly, frowning at the use of like in my sentence.

"oh. right." I said sheepishly. I was starting to think that this Lester family was really uptight.

"I'll remember, mom. I promise." she smiled again, and we continued our journey in a comfortable but rather hot silence.

Bored of the travel, I got out my drawing pad and began to sketch, and by the time we arrived at the castle, I had drawn a full sketch of our little puppy, Charles.

"THEY'RE HERE!" I heard Mayella screech as she bounded down the watchtower towards our hideout. I was busy stuffing my face with cookies when she came down from her position on watch duty.

"WOT?" I said, spewing crumbs everywhere.

"Yeah, I KNOW!" she said. They seemed to have arrived early.

"COME ON!" she yelled excitedly, yanking my arm and pulling me down the staircase behind her.

"Wait, Mayella! I have to dust the crumbs off my shirt. Mom would KILL me if she found our hideout."

"What and found out that you stuff your face with cookies every day?"

"YES!" Mayella grinned and stuck her tongue out.

"As if. It's too well hidden."

True, I thought. Mayella and I had been friends for three years, ever since she had moved to the castle with her sick mother, my aunt. She was hilarious and ingenious, and our hiding spot had been her idea: we had discovered that the staircase at the bottom of the third watchtower was hollow, and that it had a secret door concealed by a panel of wood that slid to the right if you pushed it just enough. Being the second son of the throne, the major duties always fell on my brothers' shoulders, which I didn't mind too much, so I could go missing and no one would question it, except on ceremony days and when I had princely duties to attend to.

"Hurry up!" Mayella insisted, dragging me behind her to the castle gates where the Howell family had just arrived.

"Wait!" I stopped short. "I promised mother I would act like a prince, and I think she'd actually disown me if I didn't. Like seriously, she and the Howells go way back. Do I look okay?"

She turned around and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, very princely. Should we continue at a royal trot?"

I rolled my eyes and we made our way towards the carriage where the guards were unloading the Howell's suitcases.

Just as I was finishing my drawing, I felt the carriage slow to a halt.

"Finally." I said, tired and sweaty. I climbed out of the carriage, and slipped my drawing pad into the side pocket of my luggage, asking the guard to please be careful that it didn't slip out.

As I looked up, I saw two people walking towards me. One of them was a boy. He looked about my age, and funily enough we had almost the same haircut; a fringe parted to the side. The other one was a girl. She looked slightly younger than both of us, and was sporting a big smile.

"Um, hi." The boy said. "You must be Daniel." He smiled and put out a hand to shake. I smiled back. He was pretty cute. I shook his hand.

"Hey. I mean, um, hi." I smiled, trying not to forget what my mother had said. "You must be... Phillip?"

"Yep—Imean yes, but just Phil is fine." He smiled shyly again.

"Yeas, just Dan for me too." I grinned.

"And you are?" I said, adressing myself to the girl.

"Mayella, Phil's cousin!" She said, still smiling.

"Oh, are you here for the wedding?" I asked.

"Nah." she said, "I've been here for a while. My mom is sick so she had to come here and stay with her family. My dad died a while ago." Her face fell a little. She seemed to be remembering something unpleasant."

"Oh." I said. "Sorry about that."

"Sorry to be so depressing," she said, grinning once again. "Oh, and on a similar tone, looks like we're going to have to go inside and have a formal welcome and sit at the table for a while, catching up." She rolled her eyes and I laughed with Phil.

"True." We said at the same time. I looked at him and grinned. Looked as though we had a lot in common. Maybe this trip wasn't going to be so bad after all.

AN: no gayness yet. there will be more in Phil's point of view though