Hey guys! Awesome news, the amazing Lady Momou has become the co-author to this story. The chocolate chip to my cookie, the bubbles to my Coke, the emoji's to my whatsapp. I'm getting carried away now but I'm super-duper excited to get started on this fic and to celebrate I have created another one-shot for you. So enjoy :)

Nya twirled around in her flowing red dress, the soft and thin fabric came to a swivelling stop around her ankles. A large black bow was tied around her petite waist and smaller black frills decorated the skirt of the dress. "How do I look?" She asked the brunette leaning against the doorway and watching. "Beautiful. Are you sure you don't want to pull out?" Nya turned around to face him and put a small smile on her face as she adjusted here sleeves. "What the king says goes, right?" He gave her a sceptical look and turned around without giving her another answer. "You don't have to agree, you never do anyway." He stopped and walked back into her room before taking both her hands in his own. "This is different, you're involved." Her cheeks carried a light blush, she smiled shyly and looked away. "I want to do this. So it's okay." He sighed at her stubborn attitude and even laughed a little. "I have no words for you." He said with a shake of his head. "Of cause you don't, how could you describe this amazing piece of art?" She answered back sarcastically and did a dramatic flip of her short black hair. A laugh was heard before he disappeared behind the door.

His blond and unruly hair fell carelessly over his round face, he didn't much care to move it out of the way. It gave him a tiny bit of comfort knowing that at least part of him didn't have to be perfect, didn't have to follow every rule, didn't have to live up to his father. Jay had it so easy, wake up, do what you want, eat and sleep. He sighed and finally brushed his fingers through the thin golden strands.

'Come on, you can do this.'

With a tired huff he turned the emerald eyes away from watching the young boys his age run around outside, and instead focused them onto the large wooden desk with stacks of papers waiting to be read through. Books about past kings history were still sitting on the table next to his bed, patiently waiting to be opened up. At least he'd get a short break soon, Lou was coming over for a meeting again, then maybe he could sneak away for a few hours and get some shut eye. If Jay and Cole didn't decide to prank him again, then he'd have no hope of enjoying his off time when he was constantly watching his back. Another sigh emitted from his smile deprived lips and filled the empty and lonely silence that surrounded him like a bubble, trapping him inside.

He rubbed his eyes, pulled the first stack of paper in front of him and began reading over the texts of small scribbles that danced around the page.

Super short I know, but I didn't want to give anything away that you don't already know. If you liked it then please leave a review.
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Until next time, bye-bye! :)