Sanders Sides One Shots: Volume 1 [COMPLETED]

Will I See You Again? (Prinxiety)

Young Prince Roman was no older than sixteen. He was handsome, kind, and curious. He'd never been outside his father's palace before, and had only truly seen other people during meetings or from afar. This was normal for him, as it was a tradition among their family's bloodline that the prince, princess, or undefined royal child, would be allowed to leave the palace the day they turned seventeen.

For Roman, today, was that day.

Prince Roman was nervous to say the least. His normally still hands now fidgeted, and his typically calm and collected smile was now an anxious frown. He jumped a little when his father approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Son, there's nothing to be nervous about," he assured him with a smile. "Go, enjoy yourself! See the village!"

The young prince smiled gratefully at the king, nodding as he walked with fake confidence toward the palace doors that lead to the outside world. As a royal, he had two guards with him, but they were just in case something were to happen. Everyone loved the royal family within the kingdom, but they just wanted to be sure. Not to mention, Roman really didn't know where he was going.

The guards lead him down to the village, where his eyes immediately swelled to the size of saucers. There were shops and stands, and the streets were bustling with people talking and buying the things they needed or simply wanted. Whenever people looked his way, they would smile and nod to him respectfully. He'd smile and nod back, pretending not to be overwhelmed by all the new faces.

Roman looked around at all the stands and shops. He took a deep breath in through his nose, eyes lighting up as he smelled something sweet. He looked to see a bakery, filled with delicious looking loaves of bread, muffins, and pastries. He passed racks of fresh produce, fish, and other meats. There were several artisan stores as well, drawing his attention with their simple but gorgeous jewelry, pottery, or art. Musicians played that he happily applauded and gave coins to, who thanked him with large smiles. Roman was quite enjoying his first trip to the village.

As he continued along the streets with a smile, he found one stand that caused his heart to race. A boy who looked no older than himself, was drawing. He was sitting alone behind a booth that was partially fabrics, and the rest of it being artwork. As he watched the boy's hand move, he figured that he made the artwork that appeared to be for sale. When the boy's raised his head for a moment, Roman's breath caught in his throat.

The boy was breathtaking in that Roman literally felt like he couldn't breathe. He stared at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. His hair fell messily over his eyes, but even through the strands of dark hair, he could see the boys chocolate brown eyes. When they met his own, the prince gasped.

The artist boy smirked at him as he held his gaze. "See something you like, your Highness?" he asked, a slightly flirtatious tone in his voice. Roman blushed dark red in embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck. He hesitantly approached the stand, unsure of what to say.

"My apologies for staring, it was quite rude of me," he said avoiding eye contact. The boy let out a chuckle as he rested his chin on his hand.

"You're quite the tall drink of water yourself," he mused with his smirk still in place. "It doesn't bother me."

The prince's face was completely red as he looked anywhere but at the boy. "Oh stop flustering the poor prince," a voice said. A older man came over swatting the boy gently with a scowl. "It's his first day out of the palace."

Roman nodded for no reason as he rubbed the back of his head. The man looked at him with a wide smile. "Afternoon, your Highness," he said with a nod. "I apologize is my son has given you any trouble. He's a handful sometimes."