Of Royals and Men: Prince Clinton Francis Barton
A/N: Hi guys I'm back. Thank you to: Guest, A Weird Person, nightmoon1024, Rennier, and awisperthroughthewinds for commenting. I am over powered with all of the positive feedback out of only the first chapter. This chapter is about Clint in the palace and how he feels about being royal.
Prince Clinton Francis Barton. That was his name.
Prince Clinton Francis Barton. It wasn't such a bad name; not really. It might have passed his mind once or twice to get his middle name changed. I mean, come on; Francis? Really? But other than that he was ok with his name. In fact, he kind of liked his name. But for some reason the name just felt wrong.
No it wasn't the name that felt wrong. It was the title. The 'Prince'.
He wasn't a prince. No, not really. He had never earned that title. He wasn't born into the royal family. He wasn't of the royal blood line. Heck, before the accident, he wasn't even in line for the throne.
No, it was pure luck that got him here; sitting in an elegant room that he could call his own. His parents often said that he was lucky and that there were many other people in the world who were less fortunate than him. That there were people out there who would kill to have what he has; to be royal. Yes he is lucky. He is oh so very lucky. But he doesn't deserve that luck. Plus, it's only a matter of time until his luck runs out.
A/N: that's it every body. Comment if you like and comment if you don't like. Remember constructive criticism only. I am looking for ideas on were to take this story so please contact me if you have any ideas. The next chapter will be pretty bunch the same idea but in Natasha's point of view. Reviews are love and they motivate me to write more. Bye!
-Tamealio