The Waves: 1

The Waves: 1

Draco x Reader (female)

summary: you love the ocean, and the feeling of surfing the crystal waves. Draco stumbles in and threatens everything you have built for yourself at the most beautiful resort in Ocean City. But as much of a threat as he is, you can’t help but feel pulled to him.

warning: mentions of drowning

author: I’m very excited about this bc Draco is oddly enough my comfort character. I think it will be around 3-5 parts long. 

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so it’s the month of may huh?…well if you replaced the ‘m’ in may with ‘g’ well…you ‘may’ be surprised at what you find 😏😏

don’t call me yours| ex!r.w x crybaby!reader

word count: 2685

summary: draco hits on you at a party, and ron doesn’t like people touching what’s his

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (kinda), lmk if i’m forgetting anything

a/n: it has been forever since i’ve posted a full fic. I tried to make this one really good, i hope you guys like it. plz remember to like and reblog :)

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The music blasts through the speakers, creating a vibration that moves throughout the entire room. Sweaty bodies pressed against each other, on the dance floor, in the kitchen, everywhere throughout the house. Draco Malfoy’s parties were always like this, hundreds of students from every house, all gathered in the huge manor, drunk and high, just having fun. You sit on a couch in the middle of the room, observing the other partygoers. You weren’t much of a party girl, only ever attending when your roommates dragged you along.

“Is that y/n?”A voice comes from behind you, followed by a strong pair of hands on your shoulders. You shiver at the feeling, never being one for the physical touch of others. Draco Malfoy, party host and the person the voice belongs to, hops over the back of the couch, settling himself very close to you. You send him a small smile, hoping your awkward expression will give him a hint that you’re not really interested.

“Why’re you sitting here all on your own?” He asks, clearly not taking the hint, “A pretty girl like you should be mingling on the dancefloor.” You scoff, shaking your head and keeping your eyes glued to the cup in your hand.

“I’m not much of a dancer.” You reply, hoping he’ll take your second hint and finally leave you alone. No such luck. Instead, the blond moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and making your whole body tense up.

“Me either, I guess we’ll just chill here together.” He says, his face so close to yours that you can taste the alcohol on his breath. Just when you are about to protest, you feel a different hand on your arm, pulling you up from the couch and dragging you away from the blond. You would have been more thankful had it not been for the intense grip the mystery person had on your arm. You still couldn’t see their face, only the back of their head as they lead you through the crowds of students into a secluded area of the manor.

“Excuse me you’re kind of hurting my a-” You stop in the middle of your sentence as your throat grows dry at the sight of your savior. Ron Weasley, your ex Ron Weasley. It had been months since you’d last seen him, as you’d been avoiding him since your abrupt break up. But here he was now, standing in front of you looking just as good as he did the last time you’d seen him, if not better. His hair had grown out, falling just above his shoulders. He was wearing a loose muscle tee that showed off his broad arms in the most perfect way. You don’t even realize that you’re staring till that signature smirk crosses the red head’s features.

“Wanna take a picture, love? It’ll last longer.” He teases, cocking his head at you. You try your best to ignore the twisting feeling in your stomach and the sudden desperate need for water, rolling your eyes at the boy. Ron’s eyes darken at the action, a disappointed tisk passing his lips. He uncrosses his arms, stalking towards you until you’re backed into a corner, his arms by your head trapping you between the wall and his body. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“So, are y’gonna tell me why ferret boy had his hands on what’s mine?” He questions with an unreadable, almost dominant tone to his voice. His face is so close to yours, one move and your lips would be touching. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“No, I'm not yours anymore, you can’t call me yours.” you whine, trying to ignore the arousal pooling between your legs at the thought of being called his once again. Ron smirks, kissing behind your ear, obviously never forgetting about your weak points.

“don’t kid yourself y/n, you know you’ll always be mine.” You whimper at his words, legs almost giving out under you, but Ron is quick to read your ques, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist to keep you standing. He laughs lightly, a mischievous smile crossing his lips.

“You are mine y/n, don’t deny it, it’ll only make things worse.” His free hand leaves the wall behind you, making a small trail up your exposed legs, stopping right at the edge of your skirt. He gently tugs at the fabric, an amused smile on his face, “Such a pretty skirt darling, but it would look a lot better on my bedroom floor.” You can’t hold back the whimper that passes your lips, your brain slowly but surely turning into the pile of mush he’s always been able to turn you into. Ron chuckles at the noise, bringing his hand to grab a rough hold of your face, forcing you to finally look him in the eyes. And oh how you wish he didn’t. Because the instant your eyes meet, a thick fog settles over your brain, and the only thing you can think about at the moment is him.

“Ronnie.” You whine, bucking your hips against his leg which was settled between yours, releasing a broken moan at the feeling of his jeans against your clothed cunt. He smiles, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. His eyes darken when he sees the small wet patch you left behind on his jeans, a low groan emitting from his throat. Your eyes stare up into his, wide and doe like as you move your hips again, silently begging for more friction.

“Needy little thing, no longer putting up a fight?” He teases, his hand slowly reaching under your skirt, fingers ghosting over your dampened underwear. You shake your head, grabbing hold of his wrist and bringing his hand to your center, letting him cup your sex in his hand, grinding against his palm.

“Tell me what you want love, use your words.” He continues to tease you, knowing very well how hard it is for you to express yourself in the state you were in. You simply let out another whine, grabbing hold of his shoulders and moving your hips against his leg, speeding up when you hit the perfect spot. Ron lets you do your thing for a while, admiring the desperation in your voice as small whimpers of his name leave your lips. When he feels you begin to increase your speed, he grabs hold of your hips, stopping you before you can get your release.

“No!” You cry out, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.

“None of that now,” Ron demands, ignoring your protests as he separate’s his body from yours, “I always take care of what’s mine, you know that darling.” Almost immediately, the boy drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your skirt up past your legs, revealing your lace underwear. He groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes face to face with the large wet patch on your underwear, growing by the minute as your arousal continues to seep through the fabric.

“I can pratically fucking smell you, such a naughty girl.” He groans, hooking his fingers at the waistband of your underwear. But he freezes when your hands come to grab his, halting his actions.

“What’s wrong darling?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“Ronnie, there are people,” You reply, gesturing to the still active party going on in the other room, “what if someone walks in?” Ron chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches to his back pocket, pulling out his wand. Whispering a silent spell, he apparates the two of you to one of the many empty rooms of the manor. The one that just happened to belong to Draco Malfoy.

“All good now?” He asks, a genuine tone to his voice telling you that he truly cares about making you comfortable. You nod, smiling down at him as he continues to kneel between your legs at the edge of the king sized bed. He smiles back at you, tapping your knees as a signal for you to spread your legs. You comply without hesitation, leaning back into a more comfortable position, making sure to lean on your arms so you could still keep eye contact. Ron begins to move your underwear once again, this time succeeding in getting them off.

“So fucking pretty.” He says, mostly to himself. Never breaking eye contact with you, Ron trails a single finger between your folds, collecting the arousal leaking from your hole and using it to rub agonizingly slow circles on your clit. Your mind is almost completely blank, the only thought in your head being the feeling of his hands on you, and the need for more.

“Please Ronnie,” You cry, a slow stream of tears flowing down your face, “I want you now.” Ron ignores your pleas, continuing to tease your swollen clit, taking pride in the way your body squirms at his movements, knowing he’d never forgotten how to make you feel good.

“I don’t know,” He begins, a teasing smirk across his face, “it’s been so long, I don’t think you can take me anymore.”

“I can, I promise,” You reply, moving your legs so your foot brushes against the prominent bulge in his pants, “Please Ronnie, please fuck me.” Your bold actions make something snap inside of him. He moves from between your legs, hovering over your body and quickly engulfing your lips with his in a passionate and messy kiss. He settles his body between your legs, grinding his bulge onto your clit, swallowing every moan that passes your lips. He breaks the kiss, straddling your body as he stares down at you with lust clouded eyes. His hands grab at the top of your blouse, ripping it open with zero hesitation, the buttons falling all over the room. His heart swells as he takes in the sight of you. Your lips are red and swollen, your body flushed, tits exposed and waiting to be touched.

He can’t help but groan at the sight, diving down your body to wrap his lips around one of your tits, swirling his tongue in circles around your taunt nipple, using his hand to give attention to the other. You let out a string of high pitched moans, arching your body into his. Though you loved the feeling of his lips on your body, you were growing increasingly impatient, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you for the first time in months. Almost as if he’s read your mind, Ron detaches himself from your chest, focusing on removing his pants and boxers.

You watch intently, mouth practically watering at the sight of his cock as it springs free of it’s confinements, slapping against his stomach. Ron catches this, an amused smirk crossing his features.

“Close your mouth darling, you’ll catch flies.” He jokes, positioning his hips between your legs. He grabs his cock in one hand, using the other to spread open your folds, spitting right on your cunt, the action coaxing another small whine from you. He takes his time, teasing you as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds, collecting your arousal. He holds his cock steady at your entrance, pushing in just the tip before pulling away once again. He continues his torture, ignoring your cries and pleas.

“For godric’s sake Ron just fu-FUCK.” You cry out, your sentence being cut off when Ron finally bottoms out with one quick, rough thrust. Sighs of relief leave both of you at the feeling of being connected in the best way once again. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to get used to the feeling of him inside you once again, the stretch creating a pleasurable sting that runs through your whole body.

“You okay love?” He asks, lightly stroking your hair with his free hand, his other occupied with rubbing slow circles on your clit. You nod in response, unable to trust your own voice. Instead, you buck your hips, silently begging him to move. He takes the hint, moving his cock inside you at a slow but rough pace. Each thrust is hard and deep, the head of his cock brushing against your spot each time.

You don’t even attempt to muffle the loud moans and screams leaving your lips, confident that the sounds of the bustling party just downstairs would suffice as a silencer. Your hands grab at the shirt Ron was wearing, begging for him to take ur off. He complies, removing his shirt with ease, never ceasing his movements against your body. You stare up at him in awe. You’ve always loved the way he looked above you, his face contorted in pleasure and concentration, his hair falling in front of his eyes, beads of sweat rubbing down his flushed body and onto yours.

“Feels so good Ronnie, missed you so much.” You moan out, scratching your nails down his back, leaving a trail of bright red lines in your wake.

“Fuck, I missed you too,” he grunts out, leaning down to place a few chast kisses on your neck, “Taking me so well baby, you always take me so well.” His praise sends shivers down your spine, the coil in your stomach tightening with each movement. You were almost there, you just needed a little push. Putting on your best doe eyes, you stare directly into Ron’s, reaching your arms out for him.

“Kiss me, please.” You beg. He wastes no time complying with your wishes, leaning down to plant a passionate kiss on your lips. You didn’t need him to speak, you felt all the words he couldn’t say. Through the kiss, through the way his cock moved inside you. You felt it. Ron groans out as he feels you clench around him, signaling your close release.

“Y’gonna cum with me darling? Gonna milk my cock till I fill you up with every last drop of my cum, make your belly nice and full?” Ron’s dirty words send you overboard, your back arching off the bed as you cry out, creaming all over his cock. He groans, your release triggering his own as he spills himself inside you till it’s leaking out around his cock, forming a small wet patch on the bed.

Carefully, Ron pulls out, watching mesmerized as the rest of his cum leaks from your hole, onto the bed. He leaves for only a moment, returning with a wet rag to clean you up. When he’s done, he helps you put your underwear back on, handing you his shirt as yours is ruined from being ripped open. He lays on the bed, bringing your body to rest against his. The room is almost silent, the only sounds being that of your breathing and the muffled noises of the party below you.

After a moment, you finally break the silence, playing with his fingers to avoid looking directly at him,

“Ronnie?” He hums in response, looking down at you. You lift your head, meeting his eyes and you’re unable to stop the tears that begin to fall from your eyes. Ron sits up, pulling you into his lap and wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Hey, what’s wrong love, why the tears?” He questions, lightly stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, content at the feeling of being in his hands again.

“Don’t want this to be a one time thing, wanna be yours again Ronnie.” You whimper, letting your head fall into his chest as you sob out at the thought of this being just a hook up to him. Ron’s heart breaks a little at the sight. He cups your face in his hand, making you look at him again as he wipes your tears.

“I already told you love, you’ve always been mine.”

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you’re woken up by the sound of someone screaming, practically falling out of the bed at the sound.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” The person yells. The noise causes Ron to wake up too, both of you tiredly sitting up. You look at the clock next to you, it read 8 AM.

“DID YOU GUYS FUCK IN MY BED?!” You whip your head around to see Draco Malfoy standing in the door way, a disgusted look on his face. Your eyes widen in horror, looking over at Ron who’s face is actually red from holding back his laughs.

“IS THAT CU- OH MY GODRIC GET THE FUCK OUT.”

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Marriage of Convenience Chapter 1 - The Alchemilla's bad luck (D.m. x reader series)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

Summary of the series- In a lovely kingdom ruled by the Y/l/ns, their only daughter is set to marry the Prince of a neighboring kingdom, Draco Malfoy. Will this marriage last even after they despise each other?

Summary of this chapter- Y/n was having a peaceful night when her parents decided to break the news of her arranged marriage to her, but how could she marry her sworn enemy?

A/u- Royal Au where the reader and Draco have attended Hogwarts, NO Voldemort Au.

Warnings- Cursing

Meaning- Y/f/n= your father’s name, Y/m/n= your mother’s name, Y/h/c= your hair colour, Y/e/c= your eye colour

Words- 2,667 words

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Agustina's a beautiful kingdom, Grand or Majestic in Latin, and indeed the kingdom was magnificent! The most grand and fascinating body in Agustina was the king's and queen's castle, the King and Queen of Agustina were Y/f/n and Y/m/n, they had their only daughter, Y/n Y/l/n, who would be the Queen of Agustina after her parents. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she was the definition of beauty, with her long Y/h/c and beautiful hair flowing down to her waist and her mesmerizing Y/e/c eyes adding to her beauty.

Many princes from distant kingdoms tried to charm this beautiful and stunning princess, but she was not the type of princess who would fall so easily for any prince. She was a very independent and brave princess; she didn't rely on her parents for everything; her family's names have indeed entered the annals of history, but Y/n preferred to be known by her first name rather than her surname.

She was a Ravenclaw student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her Hogwarts years were filled with high grades in all subjects, being the prefect and Head Girl, being the Quidditch Captain, and even winning the Quidditch Cup! All of her professors adored her.

She was perfect, and she had established her first name in such a way that anyone hearing the name Y/n would only have positive things to say about her; she was well-liked by the people of Agustina. She continued to visit her professors almost every year after graduating from Hogwarts. She is a strong and independent woman on whom the citizens of Agustina, her parents, and everyone will rely when the time comes for her to be crowned queen.

Now begins the story of the princess of Agustina, soon to be Queen of Agustina, whose life appeared to be without difficulty. But her life wasn't easy; after all, she was a girl, and few people believed a girl could be this intelligent and brave, a girl who could rule her parents' beautiful kingdom. She had a difficult time expressing herself and proving to everyone that she was more than just an ordinary girl. Her problems didn't end there; those were just minor setbacks in the face of a massive Tsunami wave that could easily wash her away.

Y/n sat at her grand bedroom desk, holding her favourite book, Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Y/n loves the works of muggle authors, particularly romantic novels. She had a whole section in her library dedicated to it. The view in front of her was a very rare occurrence and probably the most unexpected thing she could see; in front of her was her home garden with magical herbs, shrubs, and flowers, but when her gaze fell over the nearby window, she saw a flower in her garden, the Alchemilla flower, which was in the shade of brown; this flower had a special magical power in which if it changed to a brownish-black colour, it would bring bad luck to the person seeing it.

"Merlin!" y/n palmed herself. “It had to be me!” She muttered to herself and closed her book, she now wanted to go outside and just walk around her big castle, as an only child she didn't have anyone to talk to, so she usually talked to herself and sometimes her parents, but mostly they were busy with Agustina's governing.

She went outside to get some fresh air; the sun was almost setting, the sky had turned pinkish, and the evening star could now be seen; Y/n's favourtite star to watch was the morning/evening star, Venus.

This star could only be seen after the sun set and before the sun rose, very few people consider it a star because it's a planet, but Y/n loved seeing this particular star because it was the only star Y/n talked to, it was Y/all n's time friend, she did have friends from Hogwarts with whom she was in touch, but they were now working for the Ministry of Magic and she was set to be the Queen of Agustina, so she couldn't talk to them often. She adored her kingdom and couldn't bear the thought of leaving it.

“Hello Venus, today I had gone horse-riding and it was so much fun! I even learnt archery today as mother and father said it was important as a queen to know these skills, today of ALL days I am missing my friends terribly, I imagined their reactions to learning horse riding with me. Ha! I bet Hermione would scream to the top of her lungs when the horse runs faster! Well, I was thinking of meeting them soon, it has indeed been long since I met them, don’t you think?” Y/n spoke, and the evening star twinkled, she smiled up at the sky and said “Okay then! I will owl them now!”

When she arrived at the owlery, she took some treats for her owl from a nearby box; her owl was one of a kind. The one Y/n owned was an eagle owl with silvery-blue coloured feathers; this was a very rare one, and they say if another eagle owl with similar unique coloured feathers is also owned by someone, the owl's owners are said to be soulmates. Y/n did believe in this concept, but finding her soulmate would be a difficult task, especially since she had to focus on her ambitions of ruling Agustina right now.

Y/n then took some spare parchment from a nearby desk and began writing her letter to her closest friends with a quill and ink.

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Dear Friends,

I know it has been a long time since I wrote to all of you, but as you can see, you were all busy with your Ministry jobs, while I was here preparing to become a queen; my parents have set up some courses for me to attend in order for me to learn a few techniques and skills on how to be an efficient queen. As a result, I didn't have time to speak with all of you, for which I am deeply sorry.

Anyway, I wanted to tell all of you guys that it's been a long time since we've met and talked. I was thinking about meeting you all. What do you think? Let us meet on the following Sunday, if you are all available, as there appears to be a lot of work assigned by the ministry.

I hope you're all doing well; my best wishes to you and your families; and I hope to see you all on Sunday!

With love,

Y/n Y/l/n

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As Y/n finished writing her letter to her friends, she quickly took out her wand and muttered "Geminio," and the letter duplicated itself into 5, and she tied each one to an owl, who flew away with the letter in their claws. As she walked down the castle's corridors, Y/n watched as the owls flew away, and then she went in the direction of her bedroom.

But as she went into her bedroom to get ready for bed, there was a knock on the door. Y/n then went and opened the door to find her butler, "Princess, your parents have asked for your presence." he said, and Y/n nodded. She then went into her room one last time for some touch-ups on her make-up and fixed her dress and hair, and off she went into the conference room where her parents were patiently waiting for her with a wide smile

"What's the problem, mother and father?" "Why have you summoned me at this time of day?" "Y/n, you know we had started looking for a groom for you to-" but her father was cut off by Y/n "Father, I don't want to get married now." "Dear, you know someday you will have to get married, we were just saying that we had started looking for a groom for you, and we think we have found one," her mother said.

Y/n was stunned, her eyes widened, and her mouth hung open, unable to form words. "You are going to marry the Prince of Maristella." We have made an agreement with them that their kingdom will merge with ours if our daughter marries their son. And we accepted the offer because it would benefit both for our kingdom and you. "After your marriage, you will be Queen of Agustina, and the prince will be King," her father explained.

Y/n began to speak, "But father I-" but was cut off by her mother, "It is for your own good dear." Y/n huffed angrily and said, "I'm going to bed," before getting up from her chair and walking off to her bedroom.

She was enraged, furious, mad and what not? I mean, what girl with aspirations of becoming Queen and ruling the kingdom would marry off so quickly? Indeed, her friends did marry, such as Harry and Ginny, Hermione and Ron, Neville and Hannah, and Luna and Rolf, but they did so because they were in love, which Y/n had not yet experienced. She desired to marry after becoming the Queen, but her parents had other plans for her.

Furthermore, she could have married anyone but the Prince of Maristella! This prince was her sworn enemy; she despised him so much that no words could express her feelings for him.

Y/n was a very respected student at Hogwarts, but one person, Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy family and Prince of the kingdom of Maristella, the nearby kingdom of Agustina, never treated her with the same respect and hospitality that the others did. Y/n and Draco had their usual bickering and insults thrown at each other, but because Y/n had a reputation to uphold, she mostly ignored Draco's rude remarks on her, but Draco had a thing for getting under people's skin and he never left Y/n alone.

Draco Malfoy, the mere existence of this person was  enough for Y/n to become enraged; she had met him for the first time at her castle, her parents had introduced her to Draco when they were children, and Y/n had happily smiled and greeted him, but Draco simply huffed and sat on her bed with a frown on his face. "Would you like to play with me in the garden?" Y/n asked, to which Draco replied, "You see, I am not at all interested in playing with you, I have only come here because my parents said so, so would you mind just sitting down and not talking at all?"

This was enough for Y/n to close her mouth and take a seat on a nearby chair. She never even spoke to him during meet-ups after that, and her rivalry with Draco began there. When they were being sorted into houses, she met Harry and Ron, and they became instant friends, and soon Hermione would join them, and they would become the best of friends. But when Draco came up to Ron and mocked him for his hand-me-down robes, Y/n stepped forward and said, "Says the person whose parents need resources from my parents every now and then," to which Draco was left embarrassed

Y/n and Draco had never actually talked until the seventh year; they only insulted each other, and even during Grand Balls that the kingdoms would host, they never even looked at each other because they knew they couldn't have a normal conversation. Y/n never spoke to him after graduating, and neither did Draco; both of them went their separate ways in life, but it appears that fate has merged their paths.

No one could deny that Draco was attractive, but his attitude ruined it all. There were some people who drooled over him, such as Pansy Parkinson, but he couldn't care less about them. He had dated a few people by now, but he couldn't keep the relationships going.

When his parents informed him of his arranged marriage, he was astounded; the people who couldn't even look at each other had to marry? "Mother, I-" "Draco, we need this marriage, we've been in this poor condition, and the only way to get some money and maintain our status is this marriage, you will marry her and that's final," his father said. Draco's mother, Narcissa, smiled encouragingly at him, but he just sighed and went to his room.

Y/n couldn't believe it as she lay in her bed. She had despised this man her entire life, and now she is about to marry him? How could life be so inhumane? "It's all because of the Alchemilla," she reasoned, "but why would mother and father agree to this?" "How could they?" she muttered to herself as she flipped from one position on her bed to another. She eventually got out of bed and went to the window to look through it; the Alchemilla was still visible, and it was in the same shade as before. She sighed and looked up at the stars, which were spectacularly spread across the deep blue sky.

Y/n's eyes glistened and a small tear ran down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away and took a deep breath in, she just wanted to achieve her goal and not marry right away, she wanted to live her life as the queen and then marry the person she likes. She then went to her bed and lay down, unable to sleep at all.

As the sun rose and spread its rays across the earth, Y/n was wide awake, her tired and weary eyes wandered around her room, and as she stood up from her bed, she rubbed her eyes and yawned, she then went and got ready for breakfast, and as she made her way towards the dining hall, her butler came and greeted her cheerfully, "Good morning, our beautiful princess!" and Y/n simply looked at him, smiled softly, and said, "Good morning, Peter." She tried her hardest to be active in the morning, but Peter sensed something was wrong, "What's the matter, princess?" "What's the deal with you being so... glum today?" as he raised his brow and to which Y/n replied sarcastically, "Don't you know Peter? "I'm sure mother and father told you about it."

"Umm, princess, we...tried convincing your majesty....," Peter said as his smile faded."  But...” Y/n then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Anyway, I have to go and eat my breakfast, so please excuse me." Peter then nodded and motioned for her to proceed.

She then sat on a chair in the dining room next to a window, and her other servants served her breakfast. While she was eating, her father entered the room and sat on the chair opposite her, and soon her mother joined them for breakfast.

Y/n wasn't ready to talk to them after what happened yesterday. How could they force her into a marriage she doesn't want? She sighed and ate her toast with orange juice when her father cleared his throat and said, "Y/n, you will be meeting the Prince of Maristella, we will be planning the wedding for the both of you today." As he said those words, Y/n spit out her orange juice and exclaimed, "TODAY?"

A/n- So this is the new series I am planning on strating, tell me whether I should continue it or not! Hope you all liked this chapter! Have a nice day!

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