Two Timed Royalty - Choose Between Matt and Chris - x Reader

Shadows of Heartfelt Confessions

As the moon continued its silent watch over the palace, you found yourself back in the guest chamber. Chris, cloaked in shadows, waited there with a simmering expression of impatience and curiosity. "So, how was your moonlit stroll with Prince Matt?" he inquired, feigning nonchalance.

You chuckled, "It was wonderful, actually. The gardens, the pond—it's like a different world out there."

Chris's eyes searched yours, seeking something beneath the surface. "And what about Matt? What did he have to say?"

"He's genuinely kind," you admitted, recalling the sincerity in Matt's gaze. "He spoke about the challenges of being a prince, his desire for a more compassionate kingdom. We connected on a deeper level, Chris."

Chris's demeanor shifted, and a flicker of something unreadable crossed his eyes. "Deeper level, huh?"

Before you could delve further into the conversation, the door creaked open, revealing Prince Matt. His expression was serene, and he greeted you with a warm smile. "Mind if I join you both? The night is still young, and I'd love some company."

Chris shot you a glance, his eyes betraying a hint of discomfort. "Of course, Matthew. Join the party," he replied with forced cheerfulness.

As Matt settled in, the room was charged with an unspoken tension. "So, Y/N," Matt began, his eyes locking onto yours with a gentle intensity, "what are your thoughts on the palace so far?"

You shared your impressions—the grandeur, the hidden passages, and the unexpected camaraderie with Chris. Matt listened attentively, his gaze never leaving your face.

Chris, unable to contain his jealousy, interjected with forced casualness. "And what about the stolen dance, Y/N? How did that feel?"

You smiled, recalling the enchanting moment. "It felt like stepping into a fairy tale, a dance beyond the constraints of titles and expectations."

Matt nodded in agreement. "There's something magical about breaking free from the confines of royalty, even if it's just for a night."

Chris, his jealousy now palpable, tried to steer the conversation away. "Enough about the ball. Let's talk about something else."

But Matt had other ideas. "Actually, Christopher, there's something I've been meaning to discuss. Y/n, you've brought a refreshing energy to the palace, a sense of spontaneity and authenticity that's been missing."

Chris's eyes flickered, a storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. "Matt, what are you trying to say?"

Matt fixed his gaze on you. "Y/N, I've grown very fond of you. Your spirit, your courage—it's captivating. I find myself drawn to the genuine connection we share."

The room fell silent, the weight of Matt's words hanging in the air. Chris's jealousy reached its peak, his eyes narrowing as he processed his brother's confession.

You, caught in the midst of this unexpected revelation, glanced between the two princes. The room felt like a battlefield of unspoken emotions, and the moonlit shadows seemed to stretch and dance, mirroring the intricate web of hearts entangled in the palace's enchantment.

And so, on this moonlit night, the echoes of heartfelt confessions and the shadows of jealousy converged, setting the stage for a tale where bonds would be tested, hearts would be challenged, and the dance of destinies would unfold in the intricate tapestry of a kingdom's secrets and desires.