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TW: CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, SO THERE MAY BE SWEARING (albeit not much)
Biana: 19 years old
Tam: 20 years old
Linh: 20 years old
Fitz: 21 years old
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Shipping: Tiana
Prompt: Princess
Rating: T
Genre: Romance Angst (lowkey) with a Happy Ending
Word Count: 7571
Chapter 2: Tiana- Princess
(Biana's POV)
Ever since I was little, I knew what my duty was supposed to be.
I was supposed to be the perfect princess who would support my brother in obtaining his throne.
In the eyes of others, I was just a mere accessory. A shadow in the background, invisible under the light and brilliance of my brother, crown prince Fitzroy Avery Vacker.
I wouldn't say I resented him or his talents; on the contrary, I admired him. Despite how demanding his work was as a crown prince, he still was able to flash a smile and be the kind, charming prince portrayed in the newspapers.
He always had time for me, and loved me in his own protective, brotherly way. And I was grateful for that. Especially after our older brother had died when I was eight, captured and killed by an enemy kingdom in battle.
My parents never neglected me either. They tried their best to coddle me with affection, but they were always busy with kingdom affairs.
However, when I was nineteen, everything changed. Father had gotten sick, and we were at war with another kingdom. The kingdom of Choralmere.
Under normal circumstances, they would have never stood a chance against us, but with Father sick, we were stuck in a vicious war with neither side backing down.
Fortunately, the kingdom of Choralmere offered a truce, and their king was arriving to discuss the terms of the truce with Fitz, who was standing in as king, this afternoon.
I was extremely curious as to what the terms were, so that afternoon I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation in the sitting room.
"These terms are absurd. We cannot accept them. Are there any other terms we could possibly negotiate instead?" A hint of fury seeped through Fitz's words as he spoke.
That's strange. I never heard Fitz lose control of his tone while handling kingdom affairs. Whatever the king said must have really gotten on Fitz's nerves to evoke a reaction like this from him.
A cold response followed Fitz's words. "Our terms are non-negotiable. Hand over the princess and I shall pull back my army and send the cure for your father's illness."
A jolt of shock shot through my veins. The princess? He couldn't possibly mean me…right? And what did he mean by a cure for Father?
"I am not handing my sister over in marriage. She only just turned nineteen a month ago! She's too young to be used as a political pawn for your kingdom."
…Marriage? Surely they're joking. Me marry a royal from the kingdom of Choralmere? That's…insane. What would they gain from this? Having a connection to the royal family of a prestigious kingdom like ours? Is that really worth the destruction from this war?
An audible scoff was given as a response to my brother's words. "Don't be ridiculous. You are standing in as king now. You must place the will of your people before your own personal desires. Truly consider what is worse. Having the princess marry my son or letting this war continue on and allowing your father- the king- to die of illness?"
"I-"
Before Fitz could finish his sentence, I opened the door and burst inside the room. Two pairs of eyes stared at me in shock as I patted my dress down in an attempt to look refined. I squared my shoulders, mustering up my confidence, as I faced the Choralmere king. "I, Princess Biana, accept the terms, assuming that the troops will be withdrawn in two days and that we will receive the cure for our father in no less than a week."
For a moment, it was so quiet one could hear a pin drop in the room. Then, the king smiled coldly, "Of course, Princess Biana. I'm glad you can see the benefits of this truce. I shall fulfill my side of the terms as soon as possible, and I hope that I will be seeing you at the kingdom of Choralmere in five days." He then made a motion with his hands, and six Choralmere soldiers appeared outside of the door, ready to escort the king.
A blush arose on my face out of embarrassment …Were they watching me eavesdrop on the king and Fitz the whole time? I fought the unladylike urge to bury my face in my hands. I should've known that there would be guards around! There are two royal members in the room for goodness' sake!
Clearly, Fitz was not sharing the same thoughts or sentiments as me because as soon as the king left the room, he grabbed me by the shoulders, his eyes filled with fury. "Biana! Why would you accept the truce on my behalf?! We could have figured something else out- something that does not involve basically selling you off to some random stranger you've never even met before!"
Although Fitz was yelling at me, I knew it was out of concern for my well-being, so I suppressed any anger that swelled up in me from his scolding. "Fitz. The king didn't seem like he was going to accept any other terms besides marriage. If me marrying his son gets us the cure for Father's illness and ends the war, I'm happy to do it."
Fitz's grip on my shoulders slackened as he saw the logic of my words. Despite how much he tried to deny it, I could tell that he also thought this was the best option for our kingdom. I patted his shoulder in reassurance when his arms finally let go of my shoulders. "I think we should inform Mother about the truce."
Fitz's jaw tightened in determination as he nodded resolutely, "You're right. After we inform Mother, I'll talk to the army and make a public speech about the truce and its terms."
I smiled brightly and walked on ahead, my posture perfect as to hide any evidence of nervousness or fear. Although it was easy to hide it on the outside, with my many years of etiquette training, I felt a strong sense of dread on the inside as the impact of what I promised finally sank in. I'm marrying someone. And it's not even someone I know. It's an absolute stranger from an arranged marriage. I closed my eyes and prayed internally as I continued walking to my mother's room. Please, please, please let him be a nice person.
(Tam's POV)
"You can't be serious!"
"Don't give your father that attitude. You should be grateful I arranged your marriage to be with the princess of such a famous kingdom."
I scowled, barely holding myself back from unleashing a string of insults at him. "This sounds like something you did to benefit you more so than me. You've always only cared about your reputation and power, and becoming in-laws with the Everglen kingdom will surely help you with both."
My father's eyes lit up with fury at my comment, and I knew I screwed up instantly. "Tam Dai Song. Do you understand how much trouble you and your sister have caused me and the kingdom?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but he continued on without letting me even defend myself. "Now that you are of marriageable age, you should make yourself useful and help expand our kingdom's influence and connections." He then paused, and raised an eyebrow at me in question, "Or would you have rather me let your sister marry the crown prince instead?"
This bastard. My fists clenched up instinctively as I resisted the urge to punch something. Instead, I gritted my teeth together, and stayed seated, trying to keep calm. Don't let him rile you up. I inhaled deeply again as I replied with a steely tone, "That isn't necessary. When will the princess be arriving to our kingdom?"
He smiled, satisfied. "In four days."
I resisted the urge to scowl again. Four days? Seriously?! That was barely enough time for me to even get accustomed to the idea of having to marry someone, much less actually do it. I grimaced, tugging at my bangs.
My father narrowed his eyes, "I expect you to be polite to her when she arrives. Is that clear?"
"Of course" I muttered sarcastically, trying my best not to roll my eyes.
A weary sigh greeted my less than enthusiastic response, and I waited for a scolding to come. It never came though, and I guess my father was too tired to reprimand me, because he just sat down at his desk and waved me away, signaling that this conversation was over.
Whatever. The less I talked to him, the better.
I stalked out of the room, and into the hallway, planning on heading to my bedroom to take a well-needed break before someone called out to me from behind.
I turned around to see my twin sister, Linh, smiling as she caught up to me. "Sorry, I would have talked to you earlier but I've been busy all day. I just finished etiquette lessons with Mother and saw you, so I thought I'd say hi." She frowned nervously as she glanced at the door to Father's office before whispering to me, "Are you okay? I heard you and Father arguing from down the hallway."
I snorted, my words bitter with resentment. "No, I just found out I'm supposed to marry some princess I've never even seen before in four days."
Linh visibly recoiled with shock, her eyes widening. "You're marrying someone, Tam?"
I scowled, "I didn't have much of a choice. It was either me or you, and there was no way in hell I was going to let you marry some royal bastard and be forced to live in another kingdom by yourself."
Linh frowned, her hands fidgeting with the lace of her dress, "Are…" She hesitated. "Are you going to do anything about it?"
I wanted to. Desperately so. But I couldn't ensure Linh's safety. And if I refused to marry the princess, then the people of both Choralmere and Everglen will pay the price for me, through war. I decided I would just have to resign myself to this marriage…for now at least.
As soon as I gain enough power to be free from my father, I'm going to request a divorce.
(Biana's POV)
Today will be the day I'll be officially wed to Crown Prince Tam of Choralmere.
I put on my brightest smile when I hugged my family goodbye as to reassure them.
Mother was tearing up as she embraced me and kissed the top of my forehead. "Please be careful, Biana," She said worriedly.
"Of course, Mother."
Father frowned too before adding, "We are sending our best knights with you to ensure your safety, Biana. We-" He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was consumed by a fit of coughing that forced Mother to support him from his side in order to keep him upright and steady.
I rushed forward to help too but was blocked by Fitz. Confusion surged within me. Why is he blocking me?
Fitz spoke to me gently, "He's fine, Biana. I know it looks bad but he's been getting better, and his condition today is a lot better than what it was last week." He then grimaced, "What we're more concerned about right now is you. If you want to back out from this marriage, then we can figure out another way to cure Father, and stop the war."
I narrowed my eyes, "And how long will that take? Another week? Or will it take another year? How can we be sure that Father can last that long? And every day we postpone the truce, another couple hundred of our people die in battle."
Fitz opened his mouth to argue back, but I quickly interrupted him. "Fitz, it's my decision. And I'm choosing to fulfill my duty by ensuring the safety of our people. If I have to marry a stranger in exchange for Father's cure and the ability to save thousands of lives, then I will gladly do so."
Fitz grew quiet at my speech as he grabbed my shoulders and hugged me. "Sometimes I think you should've been appointed the heir to the throne, and not me. I've always been too clouded by my own biases to make the right decision as king."
I snickered, "You know that if I was queen, I would make it a law that all dresses must have sparkles on them."
Fitz snorted, "Of course you would." He then walked me to my carriage, his tone somber again "Bye Biana. We'll all miss you."
I hugged him tightly one more time, and waved at my parents before entering the carriage. "Bye everyone."
It wasn't until I was out of their sights that I started crying silently in the carriage.
(Tam's POV)
She was supposed to arrive in about an hour.
I tugged at my hair nervously as I debated on what to wear. The marriage ceremony wasn't until later tonight so I wouldn't have to wear the outfit my father picked out for me until then.
Should I just wear my armor? That's usually what I wear anyways… As soon as that idea emerged, I quickly rejected it. It probably wasn't the best idea since she probably didn't realize I knew how to wield a sword, and might mistake me as a knight, which would be pretty embarrassing for just about everyone involved.
I grimaced as I picked out a normal looking tunic with some pants, as well as my cloak and pin. I smiled, satisfied. Not even Father can disapprove of this outfit.
I quickly changed, and checked the clock. I still have fifty minutes. Maybe I should go practice with my sword…
My thoughts were interrupted as an attendant quickly rushed over to my side. "Your Majesty! Princess Biana of Everglen is almost here!"
Panic surged within me. Already?! She wasn't supposed to be here for another fifty minutes according to the messenger. I quickly rushed down to the entrance of the castle, just in time to spot the golden carriage stopping momentarily in front of the gate before it was opened.
I heard the rest of my family arrive just seconds after I did, and my twin sister gripped my hand in a display of silent encouragement while my father muttered underneath his breath about the unreliability of messengers.
My father then pushed me forward towards the carriage, "Go greet her. And be polite."
My mother nodded in agreement, pulling Linh towards her, forcing her to let go of my hand.
I gritted my teeth, and walked towards the carriage, fighting the urge to not grimace at my about-to-be wife.
I stopped in front of the door to her carriage, and waited for her attendant to open the door before reaching out my hand for her to take.
I felt a warm hand reach out and grab mine, and when I glanced up, I was left momentarily star struck. Wow. She's gorgeous. I had heard rumors about the beauty of the Everglen princess, but those descriptions didn't do her justice. Her brunette hair cascaded down her back and over her left shoulder as she exited the carriage, and her eyes were an unbelievably bright teal color that, surprisingly, matched well with her hair and skin tone.
I was sure my cheeks were at least a little flushed, which was kind of embarrassing, but she seemed to also be surveying me with just as much interest, her lips pursed in thought, which I took as a good sign.
Unfortunately, we were interrupted by my father, who had made his way over to us- making sure to send a glare over to me while doing so-, as he smiled at the princess. "Since my son seems to have forgotten to do so, I will be the one to introduce you, Princess Biana, to the kingdom of Choralmere."
She smiled sweetly, curtsying as she did so. "Thank you, your Majesty. Your palace is quite beautiful."
I felt resentment at her sickeningly sweet smile. Is she really going to pretend and play along with whatever my father says? Everything here is fake and full of acts and lies.
I was then brought out of my thoughts as I felt two gazes looking expectantly at me. It took me a second before I realized they wanted me to introduce myself properly. I forced a smile as I made a small bow towards the princess, "I'm Prince Tam of Choralmere, your fiancé." Obviously, I resisted the urge to add. Why else would I escort you out of your carriage?
I was greeted with another curtsy, this time towards me, as she responded with another one of those smiles. "Nice to meet you, your Highness. I'm Princess Biana of Everglen, and I'm delighted to make your acquaintance."
I forced a smile in response to her greeting as the three of us start walking over to the entrance of the palace. I wonder if this is the type of etiquette training all princesses have to go through. My mind wandered again to my sister as it usually does. Does Linh have to go through this training too?
I then shook my head slightly to clear my head of my thoughts. I had more important things to worry about than etiquette training. Like the marriage I'm about to have in a little less than ten hours. And my sword training. And why the princess keeps glancing at me every couple of minutes when she thinks I won't notice. I'm pretty sure that's not part of her etiquette training.
(Biana's POV)
I was used to this.
Seamstresses taking my measurements and adjusting my dress to my proportions. Stylists putting my hair up in intricate hairdos, inserting accessories where it's necessary. Attendants painting my nails and powdering makeup on my face.
All of this was familiar territory.
Except for the fact that this time, I wasn't attending a ball or a gathering. No, I was getting ready to attend my own wedding.
It almost made me sick on the inside.
And it wasn't that the groom was terribly old or ugly. On the contrary, he was actually really good looking, and was only a year older than me.
I guess I was lucky, all things considered. I could have been married to an old man in their 50s, like some of the other arranged marriages I've seen around me.
But I couldn't shake away the feeling that he didn't like me. Sure, he seemed to be interested in me when he first saw me, but he seemed resentful when we officially greeted one another.
I frowned. What could have possibly provoked this change in behavior? I don't think I came off rude in any way…
I quickly shook my head to rid myself of these worries. It's ok Biana. I'm sure he just felt uncomfortable about the whole predicament too.
Unfortunately, my worries were clearly picked up by one of my attendants as she stared at me worriedly and asked, "Are you alright, your Highness?"
I forced a smile out, in an attempt to be convincing, "Of course I am, Maria. I'm just nervous about the wedding ceremony."
I received a soft smile in response. "Don't worry, your Highness. Everything will be fine. I'm sure the wedding ceremony will go well, and you'll become accustomed to this kingdom in just a few days."
I smiled back, "I really hope so."
The next few hours were then spent in silence as I got ready for my wedding.
And then, before I knew it, it was time for the wedding ceremony, and I was being brought to the altar to marry my husband.
It was a public wedding, meaning it was open to all nobles of the kingdom to attend, which only served to make me feel more uncomfortable as I could feel everyone just staring at me, waiting for me to make a mistake.
I inhaled deeply as I tried to rein in my nerves. Biana, get a hold of yourself. You're a Vacker. Act like it.
I then smiled brightly, my posture perfect as I strode down the aisle towards the prince. If I can fool myself into thinking everything's going to be fine, I can fool everyone else too.
I repeated that mantra over and over again in my head until I finally reached the altar and faced the prince.
All my worries from earlier melted away when I saw him.
He was dressed up in a gold and blue outfit, which in my opinion wasn't really his color, but he still looked handsome either way. And despite the indifference written across his face, as if he was trying to mask a different emotion from emerging underneath, I could see that his whole body was taut with tension, as if he was about to run away if given the chance.
Seems like he really is just as uncomfortable about this wedding as I am. I inwardly snickered at his expense as I discreetly scanned the room and the inhabitants around us. When I focused my attention back onto the scene in front of me, the priest was still reciting the vows that we would take, and frankly, I found it too long and too boring to pay attention to, especially since all I had to do was say "I do" in the end, so I resumed my search across the room.
It probably wasn't ladylike of me to just ignore the priest's words, but I figured it would be fine, because it was obvious the prince wasn't paying any attention to the priest either, as his eyes keep darting back between me and his family. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, a habit I picked up after dealing with my brothers' antics for years. At least I'm pretending to look at the priest.
As I resumed my analysis of the room, I realized there were many noble ladies eyeing me with disdain. I frowned. That's strange. Do they dislike me solely because I'm taking away their chance to become crown princess, and the future queen? I then spotted a group of ladies, who looked to be in their early 20s, looking longingly towards the prince, admiration and desire evident in their eyes.
I fought the urge to grin. So, that's what it was? They're jealous of me because they want to marry the crown prince for his looks?
I glanced over at him with the intent of assessing his looks, but instead, noticed a crack in his façade through the slight downturn of his lips. Clearly, he was displeased about this wedding.
I tried not to roll my eyes again. It wasn't like he was the only one annoyed about this wedding either. I had just started getting over the predicament of my situation after an admittedly long crying session in the carriage, and his less than warm welcome certainly didn't help.
However, although I had sensed an extraordinary amount of resentment from him during our greetings earlier, looking at him now made me realize that it didn't seem to be directly targeted at me. If anything, he seemed to radiate defiance towards the formality of our greeting and the wedding as a whole.
And although he certainly didn't seem welcoming to me, he also didn't strike me as the type to hate someone without a good reason. If anything, he was the person who made me the most comfortable in this kingdom so far, simply because he wasn't really trying to hide his real intentions and thoughts behind a façade of fake politeness and kindness like everyone else I've met so far.
It was honestly refreshing. Meeting a noble, much less a royal, who was so unapologetically blatant about his feelings and actions.
It was so different than the way I've been raised to act.
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the prince speak, annoyance seeping through into his words.
"I do."
I stood ramrod straight, suddenly aware as I listened to the priest recite my vows, waiting for my line. I panicked on the inside. I can't believe I zoned out for that long. I've never messed up like that before.
"Do you, Princess Biana Vacker, take Prince Tam Song to be your lawfully wedded husband until the day you die?"
I steeled myself, my words coming out smoothly. "I do."
"Then, you may kiss the bride."
Multiple emotions rushed through me as I faced the prince expectantly.
Anticipation. Worry. Curiosity.
He started to lean down and right before he entered reaching distance, he whispered "sorry" to me, a grimace on his face.
Then he kissed me.
(Tam's POV)
It was a brief kiss that lasted maybe a second, but it did nothing to ease my discomfort and guilt.
Up until now, all I thought about was my unease and my annoyance, without ever genuinely considering how difficult it must be for her to have to adjust to living in a whole new kingdom and marry someone she's never met.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not an overly empathetic person- that's more of my sister's thing- but I'm not heartless either.
That must be why I felt inclined to apologize before kissing her.
I could see the confusion in her eyes now. She's probably wondering why I apologized to her.
But as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared just as fast, replaced by a smile. A fake one.
Her true emotions are behind a mask again.
I thought I could see her façade slip away during the vows; her eyes alight with curiosity and amusement as she scanned the room.
But that tiny slip of emotion was gone now.
I wouldn't ever admit this to anyone, especially not Linh, but I honestly wouldn't mind getting to know the princess, but only if it was the real her.
I hate to admit it, but I've been interested in her ever since I helped her out of the carriage.
A voice then snapped me out of my thoughts.
"May I present to everyone Prince Tam Song and Princess Biana Song!"
A loud round of applause greeted the announcement as I walked down the aisle with the princess.
Thank god the reception isn't until tomorrow. I don't think I could deal with that right now.
Instead, the princess and I headed back to our bedroom.
Singular.
I scowled. Forget the reception; I have to get through the 'marriage night' first.
I could see the princess tense up as we arrived at the bedroom too.
I whispered to her, "Relax. I'm not going to do anything. We can just sleep on separate sides of the bed."
I could see her nod along, her whole body relaxing as we entered the room.
We were quickly attended to by our attendants as they scrambled around to get us ready for tonight.
We were then taken to different bathrooms- where I quickly dismissed the attendants in order to be alone- and I changed out of my wedding attire, getting ready to take a bath.
When I got into the bath, I laid back, contemplating my decisions.
I wonder if I can tell her about my plan and if she'll support me or not.
(Biana's POV)
It was awkward, to say the least, when we both arrived back into our bedroom.
The attendants had quickly rushed out of the room as to give us privacy, but I was already missing their presence and their company.
I watched as the prince- no my husband- sat down on the bed, gesturing for me to sit down as well.
I watched as he pulled at his bangs and sighed. "I'm sorry you were forced into this arranged marriage."
I smiled bitterly as I sat down next to him. "Well, I knew I would have to marry someone someday, especially now that I'm of marriageable age. It's my duty. But-" I shrugged. "I could have wound up married to a fifty year old man, so I suppose it could have been worse."
I watched as a wry smile formed on his face, and he closed his eyes. "Yeah, I suppose it could have been worse."
So he can smile, huh? I decided to test my luck and ask a question that had been bothering me all day, "So did I do something to offend you when we met? Because you seemed pretty annoyed."
He opened one eye to look at me and sighed. "It was because of your greeting to my father and me. It was just so-" He grimaced. "fake."
Suddenly, it all clicked. "You must be sick of being a royal, huh?"
"It's not just the royals; it's the entire aristocracy. I'm just sick of everyone trying to be perfect and something they're not. Everyone has such a fixation on perfection, and people who don't fit the standard are scorned in society." It was clear his tone was thick with resentment and annoyance.
I sat in silence, somewhat shocked from the confession. His resentment and defiance towards the kingdom ran a lot deeper than I expected.
As I contemplated my thoughts, I saw him scowl. "Forget it. You probably don't understand since you've always been the perfect princess in a perfect family, and never had an ounce of criticism handed to you."
My blood boiled, and fury gripped my heart as I glared at him. He had probably mistaken my silence as me not understanding, but right now, I didn't care. My etiquette training all but forgotten, I hissed at him, furious. "Me perfect?"
I scoffed, crossing my arms. "I don't know who you think you are, but if you don't know me, then don't you dare assume things about me. Especially things that aren't true. You aren't the only one who's had bad things happen to them."
He opened his mouth as if to refute my point, but I cut him off, unable to stop. "Do you know how it feels to have to live under your brother's shadow all the time? It's tiring. All people see me as is this perfect princess that should never get in the way of or outshine the crown prince. To them, I'm a living, breathing doll. And I have to pretend to enjoy it too."
I inhaled sharply before continuing, my words fast and jumbled. "And you know what the worst part about that is? I don't get the right to complain about it. You're right. I'm living in the perfect family. My parents and my brother all care for me, and I've always been spoiled. But I've always been held up to a certain standard that I have to fulfill or else I risk bringing shame to my family."
Bitterness laced my words. "Every time I made one tiny mistake, I was criticized. It could have been a tiny mistake in a step during a dance or a flaw in the way I poured tea, but I always got scorned for it. And everyone I met? They only ever liked me for my status or wanted to get close to me so that they could meet my brother."
I narrowed my eyes as I finished my tangent, "So no, I'm not living a perfect life like you seem to believe."
For a few seconds, the prince just studied me as if he was contemplating something, and then I heard a snicker.
I was fuming, my cheeks hot with fury. "What's so funny?"
He smirked. "Nothing. I just didn't expect you to be so passionate about this. I guess you are human after all."
My cheeks burned as I recalled everything I had just unloaded onto him in a moment of anger. I quickly turned away from him, regret already worming its way to my heart.
How could I do that?! I can't believe I just told all my insecurities to someone I just met today. And not just anyone- he's my husband! What if he gets offended and this affects our peace treaty? I closed my eyes, and tried my best to not panic. How could I be so selfish? What if father doesn't receive the cure now? What if-
I was snapped out of my thoughts as I felt a hand tap my shoulder gently.
I turned back to face the owner of the hand, my whole body visibly distraught.
"Did you need something?" I asked hesitantly, wondering if I should apologize or not. I really don't want to apologize, but I can't risk something happening to our peace treaty.
Just as I was about to muster up the determination to apologize, the prince interrupted me. "Look. I wasn't upset about you getting angry at me. I clearly misjudged you, and you had every right to be mad about it." He paused, as if contemplating if he should continue, and then, after a few seconds, added, "I also feel that same anger every time I see my parents."
I couldn't stop the gasp that came out of my mouth at his confession. Luckily, he didn't seem too bothered, having only raised an eyebrow to my reaction, but I was shocked that he would so readily admit to his dislike of his parents. I could tell that he and his dad weren't on the best of terms, based on the one interaction I saw of them, but I didn't think it was to such an extreme extent.
"Why?"
He tugged at his bangs again, and grumbled. "Because they've always been ashamed of my sister and me."
"But why?" I asked, confused. What reason could his parents have for being ashamed of them? I don't know about his sister, but Tam doesn't seem to be lacking in anything except maybe his manners.
The black-haired prince scowled, "Because we're twins, and having more than one child at birth is frowned upon in our kingdom."
"You can't be serious."
He snorted, "Oh, I'm serious. But they always thought of Linh as the problem because they had only wanted a son as an heir. So they took out most of their disdain onto her."
I felt fury swell inside of me at the unfairness of this situation, "That isn't her fault though!"
A scowl formed on his face again. "Tell that to my parents."
I narrowed my eyes, "I honestly wish I could."
The prince shot me a surprised look but his lips curled up into a small smile, "I didn't think you'd so readily agree with me."
I scoffed, "There's a lot you don't know about me."
A smirk formed on his face. "You're right. But I'm looking forward to finding out more now."
I returned the smirk with one of my own, "Likewise."
(Tam's POV)
It's time to tell her now.
Biana and I had officially been married for four months now, and we had spent every night together talking about our days, listening to each other's frustrations, and cracking jokes about the idiocy of some of the aristocrats.
Outside of our room, she slipped her mask on, polite and subservient as always, but inside our room, I finally began to discover who the real Biana Vacker was.
She's so much more intelligent than anyone ever gave her credit for and she's funny and she always knows how to make me feel better and she loves fashion and- I just wish she wouldn't hide that part of herself from the rest of the world.
I'm not a sentimental person, but thinking about all those late-night conversations with her never failed to bring a smile, albeit small, to my face.
I schooled my features back into a stoic expression though as I entered our bedroom and spotted her sitting on the bed, already in her nightgown.
"What took you so long today?"
"I just had a lot of paperwork to go over today," I replied as I started taking off my coat. I smiled wryly, "Benefits of being the crown prince."
Biana rolled her eyes, "Sure. Benefits."
I shrugged, "Can't be worse than practicing how to pour tea from a teapot elegantly."
"Hmm…I suppose not. Atleast I got to see Linh today."
I became alert at the sound of my sister's name. "Is she doing ok? I haven't been able to see her for a couple days since I've been preoccupied."
Biana grinned, "Yeah, she's just as friendly and cheerful as ever. " She then scoffed, "Actually I'm not sure how Linh's still so positive with an etiquettes teacher like that. It's been only four months, and I think I might go insane if I have to hear her say that 'ladies are to be seen, not heard' one more time."
I grimaced, "Fun."
"Yeah, clearly," She rolled her eyes.
I then spoke abruptly without even thinking. "Do you miss Everglen?"
I watched as her eyebrows raised at the question, clearly caught off-guard. "Well, yes. I do miss my family and my home. Why?"
I swallowed past the lump in my throat- why was there a lump in my throat? - and looked away as I spoke. "Do you want to go back?"
Her eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused. "What do you mean?"
I quickly explained, "I'm going to force my father to cede his throne to me, and become king. I've already started gathering allies for a revolt, and when I accomplish my goal, I can-" I willed myself to continue speaking. "I can dissolve our marriage, and you can go back to Everglen."
For a moment, she just stared at me, shock written all over her face.
I tugged on my bangs nervously as I looked down self-consciously, my bangs covering up any emotions I might have on my face.
I then felt a hand pry my arm away from my bangs as I looked up, right into bright teal eyes.
A teasing grin was on her face as she spoke. "If I divorce you, who are you going to make fun of the nobles with? Be honest, I'm your best friend right now."
A smirk formed on my face in response as I answered. "You're right. Without me, you would have to marry some 50 year-old king."
She swatted my arm playfully before tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "As if."
She stuck out her tongue, "My family would never allow for it."
I pretended to roll my eyes in exasperation at the retort, opening my mouth to reply with a sarcastic remark, but on the inside, I was secretly relieved that she wasn't going to leave me.
(Biana's POV)
When Tam walked into our room one day, his bangs a molten silver, I was shocked to say the least.
"What happened to your hair?"
His eyes narrowed. "Today's going to be the day I rebel against my father, and seize the throne for myself." He then snorted, his eyes glimmering with satisfaction, "I thought he would enjoy seeing my little present for him before I demand his throne from him. It'll show him just how much I enjoyed his glittering prison."
My eyebrows rose up in surprise, "The rebellion is today?"
"Yes, we start breaching the castle walls at noon. I came to get you and take you somewhere safe first so you don't get in the way of the crossfire."
I narrowed my eyes, annoyed. "Excuse me? Did you say I would get in the way?"
He sighed in exasperation as he grabbed my arm. "Biana, I didn't mean it like that. You're never in the way. I just don't want you to get hurt."
I crossed my arms stubbornly, "And I won't. I'm not a child."
He sent a glare back, and I raised my chin up defiantly, not willing to give in.
We held the glaring contest for a while before he finally gave in, letting out a groan of annoyance. "Fine. But don't do anything reckless, ok?"
I smiled sweetly, "Of course not." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. As if. If there's something dangerous going on, I'm not just going to sit around idly. And plus, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
He seemed to accept that as an answer though because he started going towards the bathroom. "I'm going to clean up, and then, we'll both head over to the castle gates to prepare in an hour."
"Okay. Don't take too long. And just so you know? Your bangs suit you," I grinned.
I watched as he left, a small laugh leaving his mouth at my last comment.
Then, I started contemplating what attire I should wear for a rebellion.
Little did I know what would await me in the next couple of hours.
(Tam's POV)
This is all my fault.
The rebellion was successful, but the price I paid was too high.
I watched as the healers took her away, bleeding and unconscious.
I didn't get the full story, but from what I heard, she had decided to face off with one of the deadliest witches in the world all by herself after the witch had escaped from the kingdom's prison amidst all of the chaos.
When I found her, she had been thrown into a glass mirror, and was bleeding heavily from cuts all over her body.
I'm such an idiot! I should have forced her to go somewhere safe. I should've known she wouldn't have sat around idly when there's danger around.
I cursed myself as I tried to hold my tears back.
I felt a comforting presence around me and a hand rest on my shoulder as a familiar voice reassured and comforted me.
It was strange having my twin sister be the one holding me together, as that was usually my job, but I accepted it, too tired and heartbroken to resist.
(Tam's POV)
She woke up on the third day.
I had roused from my sleep, tired and confused about the hand that I felt gripping onto mine.
The exhaustion I felt quickly washed away as I realized whose hand it was.
"Biana?"
I watched as a tiny smile formed on her face in response before she winced in pain.
Relief washed over me like a tide, before I realized the discomfort she was in. "Do you need anything? Water? Food? The heal-"
I felt her hand rest onto mine again as she spoke softly, "I'm fine. Did- did we win the rebellion?"
I raised an eyebrow, my chuckle coming out half-hysterical with disbelief, "That's what you're worried about right now?"
A weak protest came from her, "Hey! It's important to me."
I grinned, "Yeah. We did."
She breathed out a sigh of relief. "Good." She then scanned me, her eyebrows furrowed. "You didn't suffer any major injuries, did you?"
"This is coming from the person who lost half their blood during the rebellion?"
"Oh come on! You know I'm just worried about you."
I smiled softly at that, "I'm worried about you too." My eyes then narrowed, "But if you ever do something as reckless as that ever again, I'm going to lock you in this castle forever."
Her eyebrow raised in amusement. "I didn't know you cared so much for arranged marriage partners."
The words came out without me even thinking about it. "I care because I love you."
She froze, her eyes widening in shock.
Shit.
Why did I say that? I wished I could just take back the words I had said.
I tugged at my bangs nervously, preparing myself for a rejection or awkward silence.
Instead, I felt a kiss on my cheek as a smile greeted me, "I do too, idiot."
BONUS
Everyone had gathered to see the new king's official coronation and renaming ceremony today.
The ballroom was filled with loud festivities and chatter as everyone awaited the king's entrance.
A trumpet announced the future king and queen's entrance as they glided into the ballroom.
Gasps sounded at the sight of the queen's appearance, many noticing the faint scar marks that started from her neck down, apparent on every inch of uncovered skin.
Instead of hiding the scars or cowering away though, the queen instead raised her head, confident and comfortable. Next to her, her husband grabbed her hand, sending reassurance to her.
The crowd watched as the king approached the priest, and proceeded with the ceremony.
The priest recited the words necessary for the ceremony, and looked expectantly at the king as he read out the last line, "Do you, Crown Prince Tam Song, accept the duties and responsibilities of becoming the King of Choralmere, and hereby, swear to preserve the might and glory of our kingdom?"
A resounding 'I do' came from the newly appointed king, and a loud round of applause and cheers followed.
However, the applause and cheering was quickly shushed, as the priest continued on with the renaming ceremony. "Is it Your Majesties' wish to become King Tam Vacker and Queen Biana Vacker?"
"Yes, it is."
"Then, from this day on, you will be known, as King Tam Vacker and Queen Biana Vacker."
While the kingdom's subjects were confused at the change in last name, they clapped and cheered anyways, excited for a new era in change, led by the new king and queen.
The king and queen, however, only smiled at each other, before they kissed.
A/N: Ok…why did I make this so webtoon coded. I've been reading too many medieval romance mangas…this is bad. And honestly, Tam gave off more knight than prince vibes but whatever.
Also, I'm not quite sure what happened at the end of this story, I lowkey kind of rushed the ending because I didn't want this dragged out for too long so I'm sorry about that, and I'm not sure if the romance was romancing or if the characterization was any good either.
With that said, I might not write in medieval style again because omg is it hard to stay in character when writing this.
Again, I'm so sorry if this story was trash (if it is, don't be afraid to say so lol), and I'll try to do better next time! (hopefully)
Anyways, as always, feel free to review or give me any suggestions!!!
(P.S. I might write another Tiana oneshot for my next chapter and I'm going to do a 5 1 prompt probably)
