Confessions

Roman was in a bit of a difficult situation. As he grew closer to you, he realized how unique you were. While you were shy at first, you soon showed him your charisma and confidence. He did admit he fell in love with you more because of this side of you, but he couldn't help but feel defeated at the thought of wooing you with his usual chivalry and charming looks. Whenever you would be grabbing materials for your next art project, he would offer to carry the heavy things for you. However, you'd shrug him off and tell him you were strong enough and didn't need him to do things for you. Wooing you like a traditional prince wasn't enough. He had to admit defeat and realize that he won't be the lead of the relationship (that's if he can even succeed to start the relationship).

With that, he tried a different method. He watched and observed the things you might like. He noticed that you loved getting new art materials, so he bought you expensive new brushes. Still, you smiled sweetly at him and held up your own set. "Nah, it's cool. I got my own brushes! But thanks for the thought, Roman!" He visibly slouched, frustrated as you walked away to continue doing your own thing. He had to find a way to woo you.

The next few months were spent researching on how to flirt with an independent person like you. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any successful way to woo you. As he sat on his desk in defeat, his mind went to a random memory. In this memory, he remembered the advice that his brothers gave him:

"No chivalry. No dramatic gestures. Just tell them straight."

At that, he rose up from his seat quickly. That's it! He just had to tell you straight. He tried his best to soothe his beating heart and blushing face on his way to visit you. He wasn't sure how he can bring the conversation to smoothly transition to his confession, but he couldn't handle keeping his love a secret. He loved everything about you, and if it meant that he had to take a step back and let you lead your relationship with him, then he would. He couldn't lose his chance with you.

You stopped your brush stroke when you heard the door bell ring. You sighed and ran a painted hand through your hair, making your way to the door. Your eyes lit up when you saw the handsome prince standing at your doorway. "Hey dude. What do you need?" You asked in confusion. He gulped and took in the sight of your regal presence. He had to man up and tell you straight up. "(Y/n)! I'm desperately in need of..." he trailed off when he saw you raise your eyebrow and cross your arms. "....in need of your help! Yes your help...I need help with my art skills..?" He visibly cringed and mentally slapped himself for his utter stupidity. You rolled your eyes and smiled at him, believing him. "Alright, come on in," you said, gesturing inside. He nodded quickly and sighed in relief.

Hours passed, and you two were having a lively conversation. After laughing, he stopped and watched you for a few minutes, admiring your technique with the pain brushes. "(Y/n?)?" He asked hesitantly. You set your paintbrush down and looked at him sincerely. "Yes?" He began to sweat profusely. What if he confessed and you made fun of him for it? Would you even accept his confession and reciprocate? He didn't know but he had to do this sooner or later. "Roman, if you don't spill whatever's on your mind, I swear—"

"(Y/n) I am in love with you!" He blurted out suddenly. "You make my heart race, and when I see you, all I want to do is be your prince and protect you forever! Please, do you love me back?" He stopped yelling and panted harshly. His confession should've been calmer than what he did just now, but it's too late to make any changes. You looked at the exhausted prince with a look of surprise. You didn't know he liked you back. To be honest, you were playing hard to get, so you thought he would never think of being in love with you.

You nodded and finally processed his confession. "Hey. I like you too Roman." He grinned and looked up at you with bright, shining eyes. Giggling, he tackled you off your chair and peppered tender kisses all over your face. "Stop that, you idiot!" You said happily. He stopped and looked at you with admiration in his eyes. You smiled. "Alright. I'm willing to try this out, but on one condition." He began to worry, but he nodded, signaling you to continue.

"If you get to be my prince and protect me, then I get to protect you too."