-SAM-
Sighing Sam looked himself up and down in the mirror. His hair was his favorite length barley hanging below his ears, the red streak that had been in his hair for as long as he could remember glowing brightly back at him in the tidy mess of his brown hair. His suit was a deep green with a black button up, gold lining his cuffs up the front of the suit and along the collar, and dark black slacks. His dress shoes shined as if they had never been worn. If Sam was going to be honest with himself, he looked attractive. He looked over at the picture on his bed side table and walked over to it.
"If you guys could only see Dean and I…. Maybe if you were here Dean would be in here with me." Sam sniffled as tears fell onto the glass of the picture frame; his parents face smiling back at him.
"Sam?" Luc's soft voice called walking into the room. Sam felt Luc wrap his arms around his shaking chest, resting his head in the middle of his back.
"I just miss them." Sam said thickly. He turned in Luc arms and buried his face in the man's neck.
"Shhhhh….Shhhh." Luc said soothingly rubbing Sam's back.
Sam looked up at Luc and smiled weakly, "God you look handsome." Sam wasn't even joking. Luc was in an all-black suit the only color was his bow tie that was a deep purple. His hair was still spiked in its normal foe hock and his light blue eyes sparkled.
"Thank you Sam, but I'm only a servant who will be looked over by all tonight." Luc replied stepping back and pulling Sam's over coat straight.
"No one will be able to look away from you when you take my first dance." Sam leaned forward and pecked him.
Luc's cheeked glowed red, "Only if you insist Sam," he looked down at his wrist watch and jumped, "I have to go Sam! I'll see you tonight!"
"Bye!" Sam called after him a soft smile on his lips. Heart elated for tonight again, he carefully put his parent's photo down and ran out of the room, the door slamming behind him. It was almost time to open the gates and he was desperate to be outside of the gates and in the town he had explored so much as a kid.
-DEAN-
Dean sat in his dad's old study his jaw clenched shut. He stood close to the huge window looking down on the town in front of the castle. His heart was racing in his chest; he wished he didn't have to do the ceremony today. He looked around at the suit that lie on the desk and felt like he may be sick. If he had the choice, he would never go. He would stay in his boxer briefs and white gloves all day and be happy like that.
"Sorry I'm late!" Luc exclaimed bursting into the room his chest heaving trying to catch his breath. He stopped short seeing Dean. Dean knew Luc wasn't checking him out, he had seen him do that to Sam many of times, he was shocked that Dean wasn't dressed yet. "Dean get dressed!" Luc snapped striding forward and closing the door behind him as he dragged a deep purple cape, which matched his bowtie, behind him, "The gates open in twenty minutes and you are supposed to be headed to the church ten minutes after that for the ceremony!"
Dean groaned pushing his white hair out of his bright green eyes, "Fine." He slid his own gloves off and pulled on a very comfortable pair of deep purple ones on with black around the top. His pants were a deep blue, his button up was black and his over coat was also a deep blue. Gold lined his collar and his buttons on his button up.
"And now for the final bit," Luc said smiling he draped the deep purple cape over Dean's shoulders clasping it in front with a gold clasp, the stone in the middle of it matching his green eyes.
"You think I'm ready for this?" Dean asked drifting back to the window as he tucked the end of his sleeves into his gloves.
"Honestly no," Luc replied recoiling back when Dean turned around and glared, "Dean no one is ever ready to be king. It's not only your life and your family's you have to look over; it's also the whole town."
Dean shrugged knowing what Luc was saying was true. Clenching his jaw and gulping he said in a shaking voice, "tell the guards to open the gates."
-SAM-
"Opening the gates!" A loud voice called from above. Sam couldn't contain his excitement as the sun warmed his skin the light slightly blinding him as he stepped out of the open gates. After a few steady blinks the sight of his childhood play area filled his eyes. What he was looking at wasn't even a play area per say it was his own little game that he made with the day to day objects around him. Weaving through the crowd that was slowly inching into the castle, Sam couldn't help but feel somewhat free. As soon as he could, Sam took off sprinting through the town a giggle of glee bursting out of him. Then it happened, he flew sideways landing hard on his bum and scraping up his hands.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" A man exclaimed dropping the crate that Sam had run into and bending down to help Sam up. Sam met his green blue eyes and felt his mouth go dry. This man was a new level of handsome. He wore dark blue almost black slacks and button up, a maroon tie, a white over coat that was lined at the collar and front in black. His dirty blonde hair was slightly unkempt, and a smile that could dazzle anyone.
"No, no it's my fault. You don't have to apologize. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. God you're hot." Sam felt his cheeks get hot as he straightened up. He was slightly taller than him and loved the laugh that had escaped the man.
"You are very handsome too. I'm Prince Balthazar of the southern Eyles. And you are?" He smiled again at Sam.
Sam felt light headed, his heart beating away in his chest, "I'm Sam of here… I mean I'm Prince Sam of Arendale."
"Oh god I'm so so so so sorry!" Balthazar exclaimed falling into a kneeling bow.
"No, I'm not that prince!" Sam exclaimed pulling Balthazar up to his feet his cheeks glowing even brighter as people around them began to stare, "That's my brother. If you had made Dean fall…I don't wanna know how he woulda reacted."
Balthazar smiled sheepishly, and Sam couldn't help but smile back enjoying the sight of the man in front of him. Distantly church bells began to ring but Sam couldn't get himself to look away from Balthazar. Then he remembered what the church bells meant. "Sorry I gotta go. Its Dean coronation and I have to be there for him. It was so nice to meet you Balthazar."
"It was nice to meet you too Sam. I'll see you later tonight perhaps." Sam waved behind him to indicate he heard him and took off towards the church."
-DEAN-
Dean bit his lip over and over, rubbing his hands together, Sam was late.
"He's here!" Luc called opening the doors for Sam to squeeze in past the crowd that was waiting to come into the church.
"Sorry I'm late," Sam huffed pulling his over coat on straight a slight blush to his cheeks. Catching Dean's eye Sam said, "Everything will go fine Dean. You will be a great king." Dean forced a smile; he wanted more than anything to believe his bright eyed brother but it was hard to ignore the knot that was forming deep in his belly.
He opened his mouth to reply to his brother. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say, that he believed what he was saying or to express the doubts that filled every inch of his brain. How could he be a king to people and care about them if he had trouble being around his own brother out of fear of hurting him. "Dean this way. We need to put you and Sam in the right places before the people flood the halls." Luc said ushering Dean forward. He stood Dean on the right side of the front of the aisle and Sam a few feet behind him, just on the edge of his peripheral vision.
Luc flashed an OK sign to the door men, letting the others into the large church. The pews were filled within a few minutes and men and woman stood in the back and at the open door, craning their necks to just get a peek of there soon to be king.
The beginning of the ceremony was quite boring, the priest told of the old kings, what Dean was supposed to do as a king, and the last few words sent chills down his spine. That unless Dean died, he would be a king until his last breath. Men and woman began to sing and it should have calmed him down but it did the opposite. Men and woman stared at him making him feel like he couldn't breathe. Near the end of the song Dean saw Sam wave to someone in the crowd behind him. Dean hoped it was Luc.
Dean reached forward to grab the short staff and the orb full of a dark liquid when the priest cleared his thought making him jump slightly. He looked up though his lashes at the priest and saw him motion to remove the gloves. Clenching down on his jaw and gulping, Dean removed the deep purple gloves and placed them on the pillow. He gripped the staff and orb in a white knuckled grip and turned to face the men woman and children who were all there to see him become king. In another language the priest announced him king and placed a gold crown on his head that was interlaced with blue sapphires.
AN: Sorry I didn't get to the ball yet guys. It will be in the next update. What did you think of Balthazars intro? Hope y'all liked chapter 10! Please leave me a review! Thanks guys!