"I don't know, what do you think?"

This is the most special day for the entire kingdom, and you want me to decide? I look at my mother, who holds a stern expression. "I don't know. I don't really like how it feels." I say, tugging at my sleek fitted shirt sleeve.

She hums for a moment before clapping her hands. "Marco, come here. Jean needs a quick change." She calls. Moments later, Marco, my servent, walks into the room timidly.

"Yes you highness." Marco says before taking a bow.

I roll my eyes. "Cut the crap Freckles. No formalities, I've known you forever, you're practicality family." I groan. My mother gives me a stern look, but I simply shrug it off.

"The servent is not family, he works for the family." My mom states. I groan again. He's not just a toy, he's human too.

Marco doesn't protest, but he smiles at me gently. He's in the worst family line. You're born to be a leader, or you're born to serve the leader, and that's just the stupid law my family made hundreds of years ago.

Marco walks over to me and tugs at my sleeve, he has this weird measuring tape that he carries around, and he uses that to measure my arms. "Honestly Marco, you don't need to be formal to me at the very least." I state simply. Marco doesn't respond, but he smiles at me, a small glow of pink hued his freckled cheeks.

"Enough. Hurry with your assignment Marco. Jean, you are to meet Princess Mikasa of Kingdom Maria. You are to court her, and you will marry in three months time." My mother states.

What, I can't do that! I don't even know her. She's very pretty, but I don't know anything about her! I sigh, but I don't voice my fears. "Yes mother." I respond.

Marco begins to remove the sleeve and grabs a needle and more fabric. He has a far away look, like he's thinking, so when he stabs me with the needle I'm not surprised.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" He rubs the spot where he stabbed me. It stings, but it goes away.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." I respond simply.

"Honestly, you both are bumbling fools. Marco, go get him an ice cube." My mother commands.

"Mom, it's fine. Honest." I bite. She rolls her eyes.

"Marco, you answer to me. Go get the ice cube." She says, pointing Marco to the door.

"Yes ma'am." Marco says after taking a bow. He walks out of the room, flashing me an apologetic look before leaving.

"Mom, I'm tired of you bossing him around like that!" I growl.

"Jean, you do realize he was born to take orders? That is what he has to do for the rest of his life." She states.

"But the servents can be friends too, they aren't just puppets, they're human like us." I say, hoping that she understands. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she never will.

Marco returns with the ice cube and places it on my arm. He still carries that far away look, and his deep, brown eyes still look so tired with all the thoughts in his head.

He looks up at me, and we lock eyes briefly. He looks so sad. He shakes his head slightly and goes back to putting the ice cube on the stabbed part of my arm. After a few moments he goes back to sewing the new sleeve on.

When he finishes he steps back, and looks at it. "Alrights, stretch your arm, tell me how it feels, and if it needs any additional adjustments." He says.

I move my arm around a little, stretching it to test the material. I nod in approval. "Yeah, this feels great." I say.

"Alright Marco, you're dismissed, as for you Jean, you need to go visit with Eren Jaeger and Sasha Braus to discuss dining plans and celebratory meetings with Princess Mikasa." My mother states before leaving too.

Stupid meeting, stupid Eren, stupid Sasha, stupid Mikasa, stupid marriage! Honestly, why do I even have to do this? I walk down the stairs to the foyer. I turn down the corridor to the dining hall, and to the kitchen house from there.

Eren appears down the hall from me, and I walk over to meet with him. "Jaeger, I presume." I say, walking to him. He bows, I can already tell that he hates his job.

"Yes, I am Mikasa's royal servent, here to discuss dining arrangements." Eren states. I lead him to the room where Sash lives, and I knock on the door.

Sasha appears moments later, wearing a dusty apron and bearing a messy bun. "We're here to talk." I state. He nods and opens the door for us to enter. She has a small table set up with biscuits and tea.

Sasha attempts to pull my chair for me, but a shoo her off. "No need. I am capable." I state. She nods and walks to her own chair.

"So, you will be marrying Mikasa. What are your thoughts?" Eren asks, and I can tell now that he doesn't want me to marry her either.

"Honestly, I really don't want to marry her. She's very beautiful, but I don't really know her." I say. Eren looks puzzled, but nods.

"Perhaps if you get to know her that will change?" Eren says.

"It depends on if I'd like her. Either way I'll be forced to marry her. Nothing against her, but I really don't want to."

"Right, well, we'll plan lunch with her for tomorrow at noon. Be sure to wear something proper, and discuss plans with your servant." Eren states before leaving.

I roll my eyes once more, honestly, this is all so stupid. "Would you like a cheesecake?" Sasha asks wearily.

"Yeah, get strawberry for me, and a chocolate for Marco." I say. Sasha nods before leaving.

Honestly, if this entire place wasn't so corrupted! Sasha returns moments later with two cheesecakes. "Thanks." I respond simply. She smiles at me, but doesn't respond.

I leave the room and walk down the hall again. I come to a stop in front of a fancy wooden door, and kick it a few times to knock since my hands are full. My freckled servant opens the door a few moments later, and he bears the biggest smile when he sees me.

"Jean! Let me help you with that." He says with a smile. I happily hand him the chocolate cheesecake.

"It's yours, I picked it out for you at the kitchen." I state. He smiles slightly.

"Thank you!" He says happily. "It's my favorite kind too!"

"Yeah, I figured it was. I came to talk to you, and also apologize for my mother's behavior towards you." I state.

Marco waves his hand in front of me. "No, no, don't apologize! Besides, I am supposed to take care of what she tells me." He says, sitting his cheesecake down.

"Well, I don't carecare about her. Let's eat." I say, shoving Marco gently to walk over to the small table he has in his room.

"So, why are you here again?" Marco asks quietly, before taking the seat in front of me.

"Because you're my friend, and I care about you, and I also need some advice." I respond, taking a bite put of my cheesecake.

"Alright, I'm here to help. What do you need advice on?" Marco laughs. His smile, and his bright laughter lights me up, and I have no choice but to laugh with him.

"I need help, I need to decline the marriage with Princess Mikasa." I state. Marco almost took a bite of his cheesecake, but he dropped his sliver fork in shock. His eyes went wide and worried.

"What?" He asks, his voice in worry.

"I don't want to marry her." I reply simply.

"Jean, I don't think you have a choice." Marco said, eyes round and sad.

"Well, I know. You have to have a plan that can help though. Please." I beg. I put my hand on his, and looks down at his hand before looking me in the eyes.

"Okay. I have an idea," He says, "talk to Armin. He knows all the laws of the kingdom. He has to know the rules of marriage. If you want, I'll schedule a meeting with him for tomorrow after lunch."

"Yeah. Thank you." I reply. I squeeze his hand before standing and leaving. His face was red and bright, but mine must've been a similar shade.

* * *

"Jean, dear. Your meet with Mikasa is in three hours. Go prepare." My mother says, waking me from my peaceful sleep.

This is so aggravating. I don't even want to do this! I step out of bed and throw on a quick shirt before going to the bathroom to take a swift shower. While I'm taking the shower I hear a knock at the door. "Come in!" I shout, attempting to get the soap out of my eyes.

"Hey Jean, I brought your clothes and a towel." Marco states. I hear him close the door a few seconds later. Thoughts begin to crowd my head, and I immediately shoo them out. My face goes warm, and turn the water off. I know I'm hard, but I've got to ignore it, but it hurts.

I step out of the shower and throw the towel around my hips. Damn it all! I quickly shove on the clothes that Marco brought me, then I step out of the steam filled bathroom.

Marco's waiting on my bed, sitting with his legs crossed. He looks like he's thinking, but the moment I step in full view he looks up at me.

"Hey Jean. How do your clothes feel?" Marco asks gently.

"Good, not too tight." I voice. He nods.

"Great! I think you are ready, do you want to get a gift to bring her?" He asks. I think for a moment at his idea, but I shrug it off.

"Nah. I don't really want her to like me if we end up canceling the wedding. That would be cruel." I state. Marco nods in agreement.

"You ready to go then?" He asks. Marco stands and he walks over to me.

"As ready as I can be." I sigh.

Marco does something that against the law for any servents. He hugs me. It's quick, and warm, and it's perfect. He lingers for a second, letting me get a good sense of his scent. If I wasn't fully hard earlier, then I am now. Here's to hopping he doesn't see my pained face when my erection begins to hit my pants.

"I need a moment." I say quickly. I can tell he's confused, but I don't stay long enough for him to question me. I turn around and go back in the bathroom. I don't think Marco would want to hear me jerk off, so I'll just half to tuck it and hope that I don't need to pee.

Before you ask, yes, even the most royal of princes get turned on. It just happens. As soon as I'm done I step out of the bathroom, and Marco still looks confused as hell.

"Jean, are you okay?" He asks, his face full of concern and confusion.

"Oh-yeah! I'm fine." I blirt. He nods slowly, but I'm sure he knows that's not the truth.

Someone knocks on my door, and before I give them permission to enter Marco is walking to the door to answer it.

My mother enters, and Marco bows. She is smiling more than I've ever seen her smile. "Oh Jean, you're so grown up. Why don't you wear your crown?" She asks, pointing to the silver and gold crown sitting next to my bed.

"I'm not sure. I guess I don't want to ruin it." I say. I walk over to the night stand and pick up the crown, then I set it on my head. I turn to look at my mother and Marco. They are both smiling.

Mom's smile is just pride, but Marco's, his smile is so much more. His eyes convey his feeling in ways that words simply can't, and it's amazing. That same blush creeps on my face, but it's quickly shoved down the drain when my mom speaks.

"Alright Jean, it's time for you to go meet Princess Mikasa." She says before leaving the room. I follow her, leaving Marco behind.

* * *

I meet up with Princess Mikasa in a secluded place. She's elegant, one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. She has such pretty, dark hair, and her eyes are just as piercing. Her skin is snow white. She looks frail but very strong, perfect material for a future queen, but not perfect material for Me.

The more we talked, the more I realized that we had nothing in common. I like dogs, she liked cats, I love swimming and running, and she loved walking and boating. Mikasa was amazing, but she wasn't the one for me.

I know I shouldn't be like this, it's about my kingdom, not me. Then why do I feel so conflicted? "Look, Princess Mikasa, you are really cool, and really beautiful, but I can't do this marriage. I'm really sorry." I say, praying that she will accept my words.

She smiles, and does something that is the opposite of what I expected, she hugs me. It's quick, and it feels nice, but not as nice as someone else's hugs. "Thank you Prince Jean. I was actually hopping that you would call off the marriage. I am in love with someone else. I am significantly sorry." She says.

"Thank God, I'm in love with someone else too!" I say. Then I realize what I just pronounced. I'm in love with my servant, and it will never work out. "If you excuse me, I'll be leaving. My apologies!" I say before running off.

I run to Marco's room, and I knock on the door rapidly. He opens it a few moments later. "Marco! When is my visit with Armin?" I ask quickly.

"As soon as you want it to be, he's in here, by the way." Marco says.

"Oh. Wait, why is he with you?" I ask confused.

"Armin is an old friend." Marco states.

"Oh." I reply. Is it wrong to feel jealous? Yes, he's my servant, not my boyfriend.

I step into the room, and I notice a small blonde whom I had never seen before. "Hey, Marco, do you think you can wait in the hall for a bit?" I ask Marco, whose standing beside me quietly.

"Sure." He nods respectfully at me, and he turns. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeeze it.

He stops long enough for me to whisper something to him.

"Don't come in, but if you need me, knock three times." I command.

"As you wish," He says with a smile, "but why so specific?"

"I'll need time." I say simply. He doesn't respond, but he smiles back at me before leaving the room.

"Alright, so you're Armin?" I begin.

"Yes. I'm an old friend of Marco's, he said you need advice on your mother's laws."

"Yeah. I need to know how to get my mom to call off the wedding between Princess Mikasa and I . . . . and I need to know if it's legal for a member of royalty to fall for a servant." I choke out the last part.

Armin is silent, he just stares at me for the longest time, in most likely shock. Then, he begins to speak. "Well, good news and bad news. You can cancel the wedding, but being in love with a servant is so unheard of." Armin states, then he thinks for a moment longer.

"Wait! Are you in love with Marco?" He shouts loudly, and I almost put my hand over Blondie's mouth.

"That shouldn't matter to you, and quiet, he's outside!" I shout back. Armin just smirks at me.

"He's going to be so happy though, that's really sweet. Could you imagine: A prince, who has access to all the riches and every single maiden, chooses a simple servant?" Armin says, and his eyes are filled with a lovey dovey look. I roll my eyes.

"Look, can you make it work, or not?" I ask quickly and lowly.

"Yeah, you can. Tell your mother to call off the marriage, but don't tell her about Marco unless you actually are in a relationship with him, but I'm assuming you're not." Armin states.

I huff angrily, and slightly in relief too. "Alright, don't repeat a word to marco, or I'll have you banished." I state grimly. He only laughs in response.

I turn around to open the door to let Marco back in. "Alright Freckles, you can go back to having tea with your guest, as for me, I need to talk business with my mother." I say.

"Good luck!" He responds, flashing me a look that's sympathetic and yet filled with happiness at the same time.

* * *

I walk slowly to my mother's throne room, I'm not gaurded, but the moment I enter her room I'm flanked by guards.

"Guards, dismiss." She commands, and the Guards exit. "Jean, what do you want?" She asks.

"Mother, we need to call off the marriage. Princess Mikasa and I both discard the idea." I say simply.

"Jean, dear, why do you not want to marry such a beautiful princess?" She asks. I look up at her, straight into her eyes.

"There is someone else, someone who means more to me than anyone else, and I plan to marry no one except that person." I say, my piercing gaze still locked on hers.

"But who is this person?" She asks.

"Simple, call everyone in the kingdom to come to a summoning. Whoever wins the game of my choice is who I love. If they don't show up, then I will marry Princess Mikasa.

"Sounds fair, but completely unethical." She states. "Just remember Jean, every real prince needs a crown, just as they need a princess."

I stare hard into her eyes before leaving the room. I quickly run down the hall to Marco's living quarters.

I knock on the door quickly, and full of so much energy I could burst. The moment he opens the door I jump forward, my weight pulling us both to the ground.

I fall, and I land on him, heavily. For a moment, I stare down at him, grin wide, and eyes even wider. I pull him close in a tight hug, so tight I can feel his heart beating through his clothes.

"Jean, what is going on?" He asks worriedly, he looks at me from his spot on the ground, and I look down at him. His now tusseled hair is wild, and I can see every one of his freckles, dotting his perfect face.

I begin to laugh, I laugh so hard my lungs burn and my throat aches, and I cry too. Tears stream down my face in warm drops. We just stay on the ground in the door way for a long while, then he sits up, bringing me up with him.

He doesn't sit me down, he just carries me to his bed, and he leaves me there before walking over to grab my crown. He holds it like someone in royalty would, with more purpose.

"Jean, tell me what happened." He prompts before placing my crown on me.

"Marco, I don't have to marry Princess Mikasa." I breathe out, and it feels so good to get that off my chest.

He smiles down at me genuinely. "That's great Jean!" Marco states, and I can see something in his eyes that I've never seen before: hope. So much hope flows from Marco, he could practically drown me in it.

I feel all kinds of sensations, the butterflies in my stomach, the heat of my cheeks, and the knowledge that I can still marry the one I love, yes, I can marry Marco Bodt: The best servant any one could ever want, and the most perfect person any one could ever hope for.

I smile up at him, and before I can stop myself I lean up, and at the same time my hands drag up his back and to his face, and I pull him down to meet me half way. His skin is so soft and inviting, and the way his hand rests on my hip is amazing.

I kiss him and sparks fly, fireworks go off in my brain, and rational thinking is no longer an option. He smiles into the kiss, and for a quick moment his teeth graze my lip, and it's enough to make me lose all human control.

This beautiful person that I'm kissing is Marco, and he's the only one that I ever want to kiss. I rub his cheek with my thumb slowly, and I laugh gently. His eyes open to look back at mine, and they're sparkling like the night sky. His deep brown chocolate eyes stare into mine, and I can't do anything but smile back.

It doesn't last long though, this perfect moment, this moment that I wish would happen forever, Marco picks me up and sets me by the door.

"No, no, no. You can't." He whines, and I can see it in his eyes now, he's afraid.

"Marco, what?" I try to ask, but the world slows down and speeds up at the same time. I have no control over myself, and when my heart cracks and the tears spill I just collapse on him.

"I want to marry you, Marco. I don't want to marry Mikasa, I love you!" I cry into his shoulder. I know he's crying too, but the way his hand pats my back is only reasuring.

"You can't Jean, I am a servant. I'm not a prince, I'm not even royal. Your mother, she'll disown you from the royal family and banish us both." Marco chokes out quietly.

"We'll be together in banishment. We don't need to worry what anyone thinks. Tomorrow there will be a summoning. You come play the game, and if you win you get to marry me. Please Marco, I don't want anyone else." I cry.

"Okay. But what if I lose the game?" Marco asks, his voice filled with worry, and even terror.

"It will be impossible for you to lose it." I state, putting emphasis on the word 'you'.

So Marco decides he will fight to be by my side, and I will fight so that he can be with me too.

We stay in front of the door for a while, but as night crawls on I am forced to go back to my own room, and crawl into my own bed covers. The last thing I remember before dozing off is Marco's sweet scent. I'll have him forever. He'll be my prince.

* * *

I wake early the next morning due to several servants prodding me awake, none of them are Marco. The first thing that happens is me kicking them all out to take a shower, after that, I let them back in to prepare me.

Connie, a short bald guy, is the first to begin to tell the other staff members what to do to make me look my best. I decide to drop in a comment. "Make me look nice for my prince." I state. They look at each other for a moment as if they had misheard me.

Connie's a good guy, so when I look back at him and give a light chuckle, he laughs back. One thing that I like about most of the royal staff is that they are all open minded. I guess they have to be since they have to put up with being pushed around every hour of the day. They stop prepping me. I wonder why at first, but I understand when they pull a mirror out.

Lastly, Connie steps out with my silver crown, handing it to me after bowing. I take it from him, and he chuckles lightly. Of all the servants, Connie has to be one of my favorites. He's an absolute idiot, but he's gold to the bone, and he's got a great heart.

I don't say that about many servants, but Connie lost all of his family members in an accident a while back, but he always pulls himself together, even in the most dark of times.

"Thanks Springer." I say, looking down at him. He nods his head with a goofy grin.

I'm ready. I can do this. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look surprisingly hopeful. Connie claps me on the back. "Let's go Jean." He says simply, the tone is not simple though, he sounds proud. Be pround, I'm going to change everything, and it will be better.

* * *

I sit on the small throne that stands next to my mother's throne. Being out here wasn't of my best ideas, but we had to be. The game is simple, whoever can answer the most questions about me correct can win me over in marriage. I just have one hope: that Marco knows the answers. I'm sure he will, but I'm nervous.

The "contestants" enter my line of sight, and I see him. Apparently everyone else does too, because the crowds of people watching gasp, including my mother.

I hear murmurs among the people wondering why a boy would be trying to win over the prince. To them it seemed to be completely unfathomable, but to me it's the best wish I can ever hope to come true.

The announcer reads off the names of people who hope to be the future princess, and then there is Marco; the one who will be the future prince. All of the female contestants have the most feminine names. They're named after flowers and candies, uninteresting things.

"First question." The announcer drones out. "What is Prince Jean's favorite color?" Two people get thrown out, and Marco is still put there.

"Second question." He continues. "What is Prince Jean's favorite hobby and skill?" Three get put out, and Marco is still one of just six people remaining. I bite my nails in nervousness as the day ticks by and the contest moves forward.

"Question five." The announcer begins. This question belongs to whoever answers first out of the last two contestants, and I'm nearly standing on my throne. "what day, month, and year was Prince Jean born?" Everyone waits in silence, and the rush sends my heart up my throat.

Marco shouts it immediately, "April 7th, 1989!" I breathe a sigh of relief and I fall back into my chair. Tears begin to stream my face, and they are tears of absolute happiness. He turns to look at me with the biggest grin on his face, and I can't wait any longer.

I jump from my throne and on the ground, and I sprint in his direction. I dodge guards and more people, then I'm there, looking into his eyes. "Jean!" He shouts, pulling me into warm, tight hug. I don't care any longer about the people watching, even if I can feel the burning gaze of my mother. I'm in his arms.

I pull back and look into his eyes a moment later, and all I see in them is pure joy, and I can imagine that he sees the same in mine. He leans forward, his breath hot. We kiss like the night before, but we do it in front of everyone now. This will never need to be hidden.

His hand caresses my cheek, and mine play with the hair on the back of his head. It's warm, sweet, and perfect. I don't care about the signals of disappointment coming from my mother in waves. I don't care about the curious people of the crowds, confused as to why their prince was kissing a boy. I don't care about anything but him.

We pull away, and we just stand there, embraced in each other's arms. I hear footsteps coming from behind me, and I turn to see who is approaching; my mother looked down at me in a dissaproving manner. I look back at her steadily.

"Jean, do you want this?" She asks quietly. I look up at her the same as before, and I nod silently. Marco's hand grasps mine in his own, and I squeeze hard.

She sighs, and looks down at me. A trace of sadness lines her eyes, but I see something more evident than that in her gaze. Pride. There is so much pride that I could be smothered, I see love too, not a little, but more than I've seen in my entire life.

"Okay." She responds quietly. I can't stop the squeak of happiness that erupts from my throat, and I throw a hug around her.

"Thank you mother, I love him so much!" I shout happily. I keep uttering 'thanks' until the guards try to pry me off of her, but in the end Marco gets me to let go.

"Marco, I am sorry, if only I'd known. She says. Her apology isn't really meaningful, and she doesn't mean it by far, but I take what I can get, and Marco seems happy with it.

The crowds around us begin to clap and cheer. Louder than before, louder than ever. Marco kisses my cheek and grabs my hand before putting it in the air, showing our love to the entire kingdom. I don't look at them, I look at him, his beautiful features, his eyes and hair, him.

I feel so warm and happy just to hold his hand, and I feel more than happy just to stand next to him, but marry him? That's a whole 'nother feeling.

The crowd dies down and Marco and I return to the castle, relieved that the day went so well. "I can't believe it!" I say, kissing his neck gently. He chuckles warmly.

"I can't either. I'm more happy than words can describe!" He sighs joyfully. Marco's freckles seem to light up as I kiss every single one of them.

We lay in my bed, gently kissing and whispering perfect nothings to eachother. He's my prince, and he'll get his crown soon. I love my prince.