ofc its going to be a cliche tho so dont come at me yeah

there are so many plot holes in this please look over them okie thanks enjoy

kinda love this but whateva

Narrator POV

This story begins with two young children, one a prince and the other a servant. They were the most unlikely of best friends, but they greatly enjoyed each other's company.

It was a sweet and innocent friendship, running around the halls and sneaking off to private places. This story starts on a fresh spring day, when the young prince and his servant were hiding from the prince's older brother.

They sat, squished up against each other in a cupboard in the far side of the castle. The young prince had put his robe over both of them as a blanket.

"I hope he doesn't find us here," John giggled, in the dark. "I use this place as a hiding space all the time from Cook. Sometimes she threatens to hit me with her spoon..."

Alex gasped. "She can't do that!" He exclaimed loudly as John shushed him.

"Well," the green-eyed boy mused, "last week I broke a cup while washing, but it was all Thomas's fault!"

Alex looked over at John as he says "I hid here for four whole hours!"

"Whoa..." The prince whispered.

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a while before Alex admitted worriedly "Gil says I have to marry someone one day."

Both grimaced comically in unison before giggling. "That's gross!" John laughed.

The idea of marriage seemed quite nasty at the age of 7, both boys not exactly looking forward to the day.

"And for 'pol-o-tics!" The young prince added. "If I wanna marry I want to do it with someone I love, not for stupid other reasons."

John looked over at his best friend "I don't want a wedding, 'cause you have to have a big loud ceremony and lots of crowds of people. I don't like that. The kitchens are loud as well."

The boy flopped dramatically onto Alex's lap. "It's a bit much." He admits.

The violet eyed boy hummed before whispering "Maybe we should get married..."

John sat up and squealed "That's gay!" He laughed and pushed his best friend.

Alex immediately went bright red and rushed to explain himself "No, but like as friends! Then both our problems would be solved!"

John paused, considering his options before agreeing "Yeah, why not!" It seemed such a simple decision, one so throw-away.

So the two somehow managed to get a notarized marriage certificate, then promptly forget about it.

The years ticked by, filled with laughs and fights, hiding, chasing, running and 'experimental kisses' (we all know these were not experimental and each boy enjoyed them a bit too much).

But these years were also filled with tragedy and sadness, and, unfortunately, the two boys drifted apart.

Our story reopens in a cold December day, Alex, 18, and about to be wed to Princess Eliza to inherit the throne, John, 19, still a servant dashing around the castle. The court has demanded that John and Alex must divorce. The only problem is, they hadn't spoken for years.

Alex's POV

I sit down in a chair and sigh heavily. I had completely forgotten about the 'marriage' between me and John.

How could I have done something so stupid?

My mind swirls with memories of him and John hiding in cupboards, sneaking to empty halls at midnight and sliding around in socks, running round the gardens and hiding, and the occasional kiss, some platonic. Some...

The smallest smile spreads on my face. They were fond memories. But I had fallen out of touch with him, somehow.

I looked up at Gil as he entered the room. I give him a weak smile as he sat in the chair opposite him.

"Hey Gil..." I murmured. 

"Bonjour," Gilbert replied, a playful smile painted across his features, "When were you gonna tell me you got married?" He teases.

I let out a small groan of annoyance and hide my face in my hands, slumping down in my chair. My cheeks have gone significantly red.

"It was a stupid mistake Gil." I proclaim, sighing. "An incredibly stupid mistake that I should have known would cause problems."

 "You were a kid!" He cries in his heavy French accent. "You can't blame yourself, back then you thought you'd never get married for politics." 

"And now I'm to be wed to Eliza in a few weeks time." I say, gesturing widely.

My brain floods with the humiliation, the realization, the look on Eliza's face. It was so embarrassing.

I get up, muttering something about a walk and walk out of the room. I needed to clear my head. 

My feet wound up taking me to the kitchen's door. Guess I was going to spy on my 'husband' then. 

I carefully peep my head round the door frame as the door was open. It was more busy than I expected, bustling with people. No one noticed me. There was a lot of talking and clanging and shouting but one suddenly rose above the noise. 

"Oh my god, Peggy!" A voice screeched. No one even stopped to look at the source, everyone just kept moving. I couldn't place the voice as feminine, although high, but I wasn't sure whether it was masculine either.

"Your kidding!" The voice shouted again. I peer harder and almost like a fucking movie or something the people clear out of my view.

I see a boy, possibly my age, standing with a pose that can only be described as 'really?!'. He had long brown hair tried into a ponytail, which was covered with flour. He was wearing the standard black and white suit. Freckles littered his face and I would have thought him a stranger except for his eyes; a familiar warm green. It was John, and god was he handsome now. Technically, he was my husband.

The crowd clears slightly again and I see a girl with similar curly brown hair giggling, her hands in a bag of flour.

"Peggy!" John shouted, "You're not the one who actually has to travel about the castle! Now I have to go wash my hair."

He sighs and folds his arms. A boy just a bit taller than him with a big 'poof' of curly hair walked by, and laughed at him.

"Oh, shut the fuck up Thomas." He hisses, storming towards the door. 

I leap back just in time and I hope it doesn't look like I was peeking when he storms out. He blinks when he sees me, almost as if holding back a reaction. 

I was expecting something almost, a smile, a whisper of some inside joke, but I got nothing. "Your majesty," he says simply, bowing slightly the hurrying past me.

Time Skip to the next daaaaayyyy

I watch as John scampers into the room after being summoned. He has a plain face, not letting on any emotions. Last night Washington went through hundreds of paper and found the certificate. John was here to sign the divorce papers. 

Washington had his back turned  to us. I watched John as he glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. 

I saw the first break in his armour there, a small display of emotion, a small smile. It's almost as if years of not speaking wash away. 

"Am I in trouble?" He mouths.

I shake my head fondly. "No, don't worry."

Washington turns around and our heads whip back to his attention. John's face goes uniform again.

"Ah yes, John," He muses.

John bows slightly, murmuring a "Your majesty."

"I'll cut straight to the chase, as you may or may not know, Alex is soon to be married to Princess Eliza, to inherit the throne," He pauses and I glance at John, who still has a completely straight face.

"So," he continues, "Unfortunate there was a slightly hitch, you may or may not remember that you and Alexander decided to get married?"

I glance at John again. He frowns slightly before shaking his head, "No sir."

"Well," Washington chuckles slightly, turning around, "This should be easy."

John turns his head towards me and gives a small smile, nodding his head. So he obviously did remember. I feel my cheeks heat up slightly.

Washington grabs a stack of papers and places it on the desk. "The court has issued that you get a divorce before Alexander is legally allowed to marry. Do you have a problem with this?"

He shakes his head again, repeating "No sir."

"Good. It is still a lengthy progress, but please start by signing this paper." He says, offering him a pen. 

I watch John step forward primly, and take the pen. I watch his eyes scan the document before signing it neatly on the line.

"You are dismissed," Washington says and John bows again, before exiting.

right, rounded it to a sort of ending, maybe a part two??????