The King sighed, shifting his crown to make him look more presentable. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

He walked down the winding corridors, going up and up until he reached the one door, thirty feet above ground.

He walked in the room, smiling as he saw his lovely groom.

Or, he would be his groom, if he actually said yes to his proposal.

Yes, he's the King, so he could technically force the brunette to marry him, however the damned curse forbids it. He had to choose between them, and neither could force him to choose.

That's the only way to end this damn cycle and be the one true King.

Between the brothers, at least.

"I think you know why I'm here." The King stated more than asked. He watched the brunette nod silently, refusing to even look at him.

"How many times do I have to say it? I won't marry you." The brunette snapped, still refusing to look at his captor.

The King huffed irritably. "Fine then. But you and I both know that you won't survive much longer without any food."

The brunette heard the door shut as the King left to do whatever duties he had. He sighed, looking out the one window in the room.

His room was bare. It had a bed with a poor excuse for a blanket and pillow. It had a dresser with a nightshirt, day clothes, and royal clothes, perfect for a King.

He didn't even bother touching those.

The only light he had was from the window. Yes, it was large enough for him to climb out of, but he was thirty feet high up in the air. He'd be stupid to fall from this height.

The only sort of entertainment he had were five different books, all about the kingdoms history. Well, all but one. It was about if he married the King.....or his rival. They'd rule over both kingdoms, their original one and the princess' kingdom.

He sighed. He read the four history books about a hundred times each. He's memorized the history of the kingdom and past Kings.

But he refused to touch the last book. He didn't even want to think about marrying either of them.

Though, he did miss his friend. He himself wasn't born into nobility, even if his previous life was noble. He was just a normal peasant boy, son of a farmer.

His childhood friend, Clay, was a bit more noble than him, though not exactly royal. His mother was a seamstress for the royal family, so he lived on the castle grounds, unlike him.

He should've known about the curse. But he never thought that he would get kidnapped by the King, well, Prince, just by his blood.

He missed his friend. He just wanted out of this damn tower.

When will you come for me?

~<•>~

As the years passed, the Princess's children and grandchildren slowly became less and less noble.

The younger prince's son married a seamstress.

The older princes son married a princess from another kingdom.

One hundred years had passed.

The princesses great grandson had a son of his own. The son of a farmer.

The younger princes great granddaughter had a son herself. The son of a noble seamstress.

The older princes great grandson had a son as well. The son of a king.

The son of a farmer, kind and shy with a bit of spunk to him.
The son of a seamstress, smart and witty with a warriors soul.
The son of a king, quiet and cynical with a thousand things up his sleeve.

The reincarnations of the two princes and princess.

And they will make her, no, him, choose once and for all.

Or die trying.

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Today's chapter is sponsored by ASL 2, where I literally don't have anything to do in class.

I gave y'all a hint of the identity of one of them (though it might've been obvious because of the mask).
But who is the prisoner?
And who is the king?
Again, might be obvious, but idk.

Any and all theories welcome! :D