❤️ 👑 Spoiled Princess Demands You Marry Her 👑 ❤️ (F4M) (Princess x Personal Guard) (Old Friends to Lovers)

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Daddy, you can't be serious. I can't marry him. He's ridiculous.

And he smells funny. And his hair is far too shiny. Oh no, I won't.

I wouldn't marry him for a golden pony. I am not spoiled, I'm entitled. There's a difference.

I can't talk to you when you're impossible. Guard, follow. Do I have any other guards who follow me to my chambers? Come.

Honestly. Old fuddy-duddy. Marry this one, look at this one, smile with this one, dance with this one.

You do it if it's so fun. Exactly, all he has to do is go into battle, risk his life, struggle the lives of thousands, and sit in seat rooms. I'm the one doing the real work.

Meet with this man, and smile, and occasionally laugh, and even offer him a cake. It's exhausting. He has no compassion for my nerves, which he knows are sensitive.

He's a rotten daddy, and I hate him. Alright, I suppose on some level I do quite love him. But he's so annoying.

Ever since mummy died. It's all, be safe, stay inside the castle, marry someone sensible and for love. What good is there of marrying someone for love? I mean honestly, how ridiculous.

Marry someone for love? I'm a princess. I should marry for money, or peace, or something.

Oh don't you start. I suppose you agree with him. You need to take things more seriously, you're not a child anymore.

I mean since when has 27 not been a child? You know what I mean in princess years. Excuse me? Mature? Did you just call me mature? Jesus mature.

Wines mature. Investments mature. I am a lady.

Nay, a princess. I am forever. ..

shiny? Shiny? Alright, alright.

I know, I know that in princess years I have diminished slightly in value. However, I'm just taking my time. I don't want to choose the wrong man.

Or woman. This is the 14th century, times are changing. It might be more sensible to marry a woman actually.

They seem far more reasonable, and they smell so much better. I am being serious. Why does everyone always accuse me of not being serious? Look at me.

I'm so serious with my face, and my expressions, and actions that have consequences. Impossible old man. It's unbearable, and I need to lay down.

And I might need my pillow of loving. Thank you. It's so hard being a fabulously beautiful princess in a faraway kingdom.

Come sit with me. Not on a chair, on the bed, like you used to. That is an order from your princess.

Come. Here, where I can see you. What good are you to me at the bottom of the bed? Come here.

Honestly, I have to do everything around here. Honestly, I have to do everything around here. Tell me what to do.

Yes, you do. Yes, you do. Don't play games.

Tell me what to do. Who should I marry? Because you know about these things, you're sensible.

Well, you told me not to marry the last man, and you turned out to be a pervert. If nothing else, you clearly have good intuition. Help me.

I'm just a poor princess. What do I know? I can hear you rolling your eyes.

What? I can hear you rolling your eyes. What? This isn't a joke, you know.

I have to decide who I'm going to shackle myself to for the rest of my life. It's an important decision. I can't just jump on the first man who approaches.

Yes, all right, there's been hundreds, but none of them were right. Well, first of all, not one of them has slain a dragon for me. It's not exactly much to ask for.

I am a princess. Oh, so now I'm not worthy of slaying a dragon for? Well, you slayed a dragon for me.

Excuse me, I think you mean to phrase it as, I brilliantly suggested a picnic on top of Fiery Mountain. It's not my fault. Well, I don't know what you're complaining about.

You dealt with him easily enough. And I let you keep most of the gold. Honestly, you're such a grumpy guts.

I did appreciate you not telling on me, though. Can you imagine? It would never have happened.

Yes, we just happened to be out for our morning walk, and boff, a dragon appeared. Such a strange thing, but then, they do often say that truth is stranger than fiction. I'm not sure what you're talking about.

Stranger than fiction. But no, no dragon slaying from these boys. Well, if they're not boys, they're old men.

I mean, this one's practically ancient. He's 40. He's old enough.

Why does everyone accuse me of being not serious? How seriously should I take being sold like a pig? Should I be ecstatic or apathetically numb? Oh, goody gumdrops, I'm being sold to be ridden like a horse.

Oh, this is the way of the world. Best not moan. Come on, old man, climb aboard and impregnate me with your droopy seed.

I should have been a peasant. Life would have been easier. Yes, yes, the poverty and the hunger and the not knowing how to survive, but surely those things are easily overcome.

I mean, who to marry, that's the question. What? Just because your shoulders don't move up and down doesn't mean you're not laughing.

What? I have no idea about what. Come on, out with it.

About the real world. Tell me, what is the real world, fair stable boy? Excuse me, no longer fair stable boy, fair personal guard.

Raised up by said delusional princess. Or have we helpfully forgotten that fact? I'm not lording it over you, I'm just saying I'm not the only one who's had advantages.

I have a powerful daddy, you have a powerful me. So I've never been hungry, so what? That doesn't mean I'm not a person or I can't complain or want another pony.

Did you seriously just call the princess royal ridiculous? I think that deserves a slap. Here.

Don't do it again or I'll strike you even harder. I did, I used all my strength. Mm-hmm.

Fear the mighty fist of an entitled princess. I do know I'm ridiculous on some level. I mean, of course I am.

Look at me. I'm beautiful, rich, I have as many horses as I want and no, I've never been hungry. And I've never been hungry.

I'm not a princess. I'm not a princess. And no, I've never been hungry.

And I've never been deprived a bath. But I am still a person. I think it's acceptable to be upset about the fact that the only real worth I have in this world is what I squeeze in and out of my nethers.

And I should be happy about that because I've never starved. I still sound entitled. I am entitled, I won't pretend.

If I'm going to be somebody's mare, I at least want a good ride. I think he'll make me marry this one. He says he is sensible and agreeable and won't hit me.

Hmph. High recommendations, I hear. I suppose he thinks not striking me is grounds for a great romance.

Perhaps it is, I don't know. It just doesn't inspire, does it? Well, we're running out of suitors and I suppose he's not that ugly.

Still, the breath on him. And he talks as if he's yawning. I can't imagine that on top of anyone overnight is inspiring.

Oh, what now? What? Am I not to speak of the things that happen between a man and a woman? Tiresome.

I forget we like our women simple, silent and fertile. My mistake. Well, unless you can find me someone else to marry, I might have to.

I've just to end all this trivial bickering. If he looked a little like you, it wouldn't be too much of an issue. Well, you might be slightly pretentious and far too serious, but.

.. I suppose you're not that unfortunate looking. I've just had a deliciously spoiled idea.

You're going to help me. As I've helped you. You're going to marry me.

Did I stutter? You are going to be my husband. Because it's the 13th century, and why not? Daddy said I could choose, I have chosen.

You can be my personal guard and my husband. Sorry, it's done. I've made up my mind.

Shall I go tell Daddy now, or. .. Mad or rich and bored? There is a difference, you know.

Come on, don't you want to see him turn purple? He won't kill you. He won't be able to.

You will be the princess's husband, under royal protection. You'll be untouchable, and even better, you won't be sour breath or stinking on top of me. I can't imagine bedding you being such a chore.

You're not hideous. I imagine you have all the, uh, necessary parts. You're going to have to curb that shyness, husband.

Daddy? I see you're curbing it right now. What a way to pull on your fiancé.

What? I am not mad, I am. ..

playful. Nothing's going to happen to you, will you calm your kettles? Mun loves you more than he loves me.

Oh, whoever else heard of a stable boy becoming a personal guard?