Word count: 300
Genre: romance, drama AU
Rating: worksafe-ish
Prompt: Destiel Prince/servant =)
"This is very unseemly, Dean, you must understand that."
Dean didn't dare to look up to meet his father's eyes. He knew what he'd seen there, and it was nothing he currently cared for. What he cared about what that his father only knew about his son, his heir, being infatuated with a servant at the castle. That he didn't find out about who the servant in question actually was. And especially that he didn't find out that it was, in fact, Dean's personal manservant.
The reason Dean didn't want his father to find out wasn't that he'd be shamed. It wasn't because he'd lose all opportunities to mess around with Castiel in the privacy of his own quarters, at any time of the day. It wasn't even because his father might take it out on Castiel, punishing him for his son's affections.
No, it wasn't for all of those reasons.
It was because if him and Castiel were found out, and Castiel inevitably was sent away, Dean would have no other choice but to go with him. To leave the kingdom. To forsake his future throne. And if he did, his father's heart would be crushed. He didn't want to disappoint his father further.
So lying was really his only choice.
"I understand, Dad. It was nothing serious. I'll stop seeing her now."
King John nodded in approval. "That is good. Now, go wash up before dinner, we're having the ambassador of Fridhem for dinner; I can't have you smelling of horses and forests at a formal gathering."
Dean only just hid a grin at the thought of Castiel waiting for him in his room with a bath drawn.
"Absolutely. I'll be right on that."