chapter 01: Married

Kian's POV

My dream of being married to a beautiful lady and having our own little family, crushed into million pieces when I found out that my supposed to be bride got pregnant with a palace guard. That came out as a big shock to me as I was trying to open my heart for her. Being a prince and soon to be king, I didn't have any choice when it comes to many things and my marriage is one such thing. So, when my father, the present king, made an agreement with the king of our neighbour country five years ago, I had no choice but to accept it.

When we first visited them, which was years ago, I saw the lady. I thought she is a beautiful person, inside out. She was helping a poor women who hurt her leg. Usually, we being higher position people, the royals, never touch the feet of others. But she did, not only she touched the feet but she touched the lowest position people. And that was when I thought I would give her a chance.

Over these years, I slowly started developing the idea of her being a part of my life and our family. However, things took a turn in an unexpected way. And also I came to know the old women she helped during our first meet was none other than the guards mother. Isn't funny! But I couldn't even laugh. How could I when it's my life that's on edge.

After all this, now, suddenly my father says I should marry the younger brother of the lady who's the last heir of the family. This time, I wanted to shout at my father saying I won't marry him, I can't because I don't like boys. And most importantly, I don't like the younger prince. He's just so unlikely. Over the years I have seen him during the visits to their country, I realised how he is. He never mingles with his family and seem distant with them. He always stays silent and keeps him to himself.

We haven't conversed, the hell he didn't even once atleast looked at me. He would bow his head when I arrived there and would never take a glance at me. And that annoyed me, like alot. For God sake, he's a prince from a royal family so how can he be so introverted? However, I never bothered about that nor paid any attention because he may have his reasons and l'm not that bad.

But marrying him is a big no. I don't even understand how my father is okay with me getting married to a man who can't give us a heir to continue our hierarchy. It's not like the king, my father has another child who would lead our family because I'm the only child of his.

So I have no idea of how he even agreed to this. When I asked the same thing, he said, the promise is already made and we can't revoke it in any situation. That made me shut my mouth and now here I'm, standing infront of the elders along the said younger prince as we're getting married.

The ritual prayers were all chanted and we're left only with the rings. When the elder told us to exchange the rings, we turn to face eachother and I put the ring on his much thinner finger in comparison with mine. Later, he places the similar ring on my ring finger. And that made us official couple. I can take over my father's position and become the king. In our country, our custom is that once the king's heir is pronounced as married he would automatically take over the king's position making him the king. So to say now I'm the king of our country is the right thing.

"Kian, let's head to the palace. The celebrations will continue." My mom, the prior queen says.

I nod at her and follow her as she starts walking. The younger prince is right behind us. Being the royals, it's not safe for us to stay here for long. And thus immediately after the marriage rituals we leave. But our people stay here and carry on the celebrations. The younger prince's family and my father, follows us and we all together leave the marriage place. Our palace is not far from this place, so, within few minutes we reach the palace.

"Take over the seats, everyone, the food will be served." My father says after leading us to the dining room.

We do as we're told and take our seats. My father directs me to the head chair where he used to sit. But now that I'm the king, it's my place from now on. By my seat is the chair for queen where the younger prince settles down. The other chairs are occupied by the remaining people and our head cook starts serving us the food. Our plates are filled with all the variety of foods.

Usually I would eat until my plate is almost clean but today I have no appetite and all I want to do is just get away from here. But the others seems to like the food as they start chewing on without wasting a single second.

My eyes drift to the plate that's sitting beside mine and I see my queen, is that how I should call him? Picking up all the carrot pieces from the salad and gently putting them aside. When he empties the plate off carrots, he takes a bite of the fresh salad only to frown. Setting the spoon beside the plate, he pushes it aside. He then drinks water from his glass and sits silently as he hangs his head down. I sigh before shaking my head and turning my eyes away from him.

I wait for the others to eat but they take alot of time as they gossip while eating. Pushing the food all around the plate, I look up when I hear someone calling me.

"Kian, if you're done eating, we can leave." My mom asks and I nod at her with a smile.

I stand up and the others follow me. We leave the dining room and make our way to the living area.

"We'll take our leave now. It's been great being here. Take care of my brother." The king, Tenee, younger prince's older brother, says.

"Sure, have a safe journey back home." I reply without any emotions.

But they doesn't seem to bother. They bid us goodbye and the king's mother hugs the younger prince before they leave. We walk them out and once they get on the horse drawn and start moving, I turn around and head into the house.

Walking past the living area, I take the stairs to my room. When I reach, the guards open the big doors for me and I step in. Removing the long overcoat, I plop down on the bed and close my eyes. I'm tired, not physically but emotionally and mentally I'm drained. Just a week ago, I was excited about my marriage and going to be becoming the king. I know being a king for a country is not easy but I always wanted to be one. And the thought of my queen who's going to be by my side and helping me with the work made me happy.

But now all my dreams just remained as dreams which would never be fulfilled. Instead I'm stuck with a boy who I never thought of being with. It's funny as how fate plays but we have no choice but to act accordingly.

Sudden noises makes me alert and I immediately open my eyes before sitting up. I release a relief sigh when my eyes fall on none other than the younger prince. He stares right at me and for a second I lost myself in his chocolate brown eyes. It's my first time seeing his face, I didn't look at him even during our wedding and without my knowledge I seem to observe his face and take in his features.

His eyes are big and contrary to them are his so small ears. But the ones that caught my attention is his lips. They're red and plump. Would it be wrong if I say he has the prettiest lips I have ever seen? Like, just few hours ago I told I don't like him but now I'm admiring his features. However I would be a fool if I won't appreciate the beauty that's in front of me. As I drown myself in him, I hear yet another sound which shuts my thoughts of him.

"What are you doing?" I query when I see him trying to stand up the flower pot.

"I accidentally let it fall. I'm trying to get it back to it's place." He answers, his voice so soft and small.

"Let it be, the servent will take care of it." I say and he nods before leaving the pot, "when did you get here?"

"I followed you and been in this room from the time you're here." He replies and look at his feet by keeping his head down.

He followed me all the way but I didn't even know. He's so silent that I wouldn't even know it if he didn't make the sound.

"What's your name?" I question when I remember I don't even know his name. I know we're married but as I said before we never talked and I never bothered to ask about him to his sister or any of the family members.

"Archie." He responds.

"Okay, Archie. I have something to talk to you and I want you listen to me carefully." I start and after he nods I continue, "as you already know our marriage was never planned. It was decided all of a sudden and came out as a surprise to us. Honestly, I know nothing about you and you're the same as me. We're forced into this marriage. We're like strangers and I want to keep it that way until the end. All we have to do it act as a happy couple in front of everyone so that no one suspects us. And when the right time comes, we part our separate ways. This is just between us and I hope you won't disappoint me."

"I understand." He says making me nod at him. Atleast he's understanding.

"Let's just have a fresh bathe and sleep for the night." I suggest as the time is already past 9. It's not that early to sleep but thinking about the marriage from morning resulted in me being exhausted. And sleep doesn't sound bad.

I call the servant and ask her to prepare the bath for us. After her setting everything, one after the other we both bathe and put on night clothes. I climb on the bed and close my eyes to sleep but the lights interrupt me. I open my eyes wondering why Archie still hasn't put the lights off and see him standing at the corner of the room.

"Aren't you sleepy?" I ask and he nods, "then go to sleep."

"Where do I sleep?" He questions, his voice so low that I almost didn't hear him.

"Sleep on the bed." I reply and he looks surprised, "it's more than enough to fit ten people. So two people can easily sleep on this. Also don't worry I won't do anything to you, I won't even touch you. I promise."

That makes him believe me because he starts walking towards the bed. Getting on the bed, he lies on the other side and turns off the light. His back faces me and I do the same, turning my back to him. Many thoughts keep my mind occupied but exhaustion makes my body tired and I fall asleep within seconds while praying for a better tomorrow.

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At the beginning I didn't think of making this a mpreg but now I'd love to. If anyone agrees with me and are okay with it, I'll make it a mpreg. If not then let's not bother about it.