Will's POV. Slight Trigger warning: You'll see.

Being prince isn't as good as it seems. You're not really allowed to act like a kid, but with a father like mine there were some exceptions. Though because of the kingdom's social nature, I know everyone by heart and can name not only them but their job. Like Tyler the baker and Nathaniel the blacksmith. But I can't talk to them very often. And when I do, it's extremely awkward because of my personal guards.

Don't get me wrong, I love them. They're a lot more calm than you'd think but just stern enough to keep me from dying. The perfect kind in my book. But they still make it hard to socialize. Especially since I'm never out of the castle very often to begin with. My parents are always making me study to be sure I'm ready to become king. It's boring and makes me want to scream whenever I even pass the library. Is it so wrong to just.. Not study? For once?

Though every time I go outside, I pass the barrier. The bridge that connects my village from.. The other. The Village of the Night. Just looking at the place gives me the chills. We're pretty much at the brink of war with them. Their rulers are grumpy and angry people who probably mistreat their people. But for a while we've been hearing less and less from them. They must finally be giving up. Finally. I knew we'd put those dark loners in their place sooner or later. Light will always beat darkness, no matter what. 

Though I have to say, I wonder if the night village royal family have any children. Probably either spoiled brats or cold blooded killers. I wouldn't be surprised. Who would grow up in a place like that and not be corrupted. I'd like to meet one, just once, and see how they truly are. But that would never happen and I wasn't planning on making it happen anytime soon.

My parents been acting strange. They keep having meetings that they refuse to tell me about. They always tell me at least that the meeting would be about. It was strange for them not to. Out of pure curiosity, I snuck to the doorway of the room the meeting was being held him. My friend, Clarisse, the guarding the doors. She gave me a wink before turning to look away as if she didn't see me. Man she's awesome when it comes to letting me eavesdrop.

I leaned against the door gently, trying not to make any noise that would give my position away. The door muffled a great bit of it but I was certain I got the idea of what they were saying. And it was scary.

"We would agree to that plan, but our eldest is homosexual. We couldn't possibly force him into wedding a lady," that was my mother. I came out to them when I was sixteen. Her reaction was more of a

"Oh? Well then.. Congratulations."

She supported me, she made that clear, but she just didn't know how to react at the time. My father had said,

"Well that explains a lot. You're first crush was the baker's son when you were five. He was your age. You'd always giggle when he looked at you."

My parents are interesting people. But I still loved them. I heard another voice talking. This voice was more cold and bitter, like a grumpy old man. His words surprised me as well. "Well.. My eldest is a faggot as well." I scowled at that word, almost feeling my parents do the same through their silence. The man didn't sound proud of that fact. That poor boy. But wait.. If they're discussing my sexuality with another person.. Does that mean.. Oh god. "Alright. Bring him and your daughter here and we can see the wedding happen," My dad's voice again. Oh no..

I gave a quick nod to Clarisse before taking off down the hallway so I wouldn't be seen. I ran up to my room and slammed the door behind me, leaning against it for support. Oh lord.. I'm getting married.

(Hey guys~ I hope you enjoyed this book so far. It's an idea that's been swimming in my head for awhile now and I think it's pretty good. But it's your choice. Tell me if you want more. See ya~ ❤)