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Betrayal of the Heart Part 1: All's Fair in War

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Published: Dec 11, 2013

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Royal!Reader x Guard!2p!Germany

The (f/c) fabric of your ball gown swept the marble floor, your (h/c) locks swished behind you. It was your sixteenth birthday. This was your coronation ball. The new weight of your tiara felt strange on your head.

You sigh.
It would begin tonight. The flashed smiles, the friendly chuckles, the subtle flirting...

the foreign princes.

You were enchanted at the thought of handsome men from all over the world beating at your door, or you would have been had you not know the reason for their affection;

the crown that you wore on your head.

All they wanted was power, wealth, and land. Which is what they would get if they succeeded in marrying you. The thought was enough to bring bile to your throat.

Your father, the king, would blame all of these thoughts on the time you spend in the castle library.

No matter how true or untrue that was, one fact remained;

stating these opinions would be close to suicide.

So you went along with it...for now.

You could probably keep the princes at bay until your eighteenth birthday, when most royals would have either a ball celebrating their engagement, marriage, or...firstborn child. You shudder. That was another thing that disgusted you; having children with some foreign royal you'd only met once or twice before your marriage.

Gross.

In truth, the entire social system horrified you. It gave you all this power, this pampered life, the world, moon, and stars, and pretty much anything you could ask for, and yet. you despised it.

You press into the crowd, simultaneously pushing away your thoughts of detest. You faked a gracious smile at all the elite who bowed and curtsied to you.

You shouldn't have to bow down to me, you thought sadly, I am a person just like you.

How you wished that were true.

These were not proper thoughts to cloud a princess' mind.

A waiter passed you with mini cucumber sandwiches. Your weakness.

Just one...two... okay six.

One thing that was definitely royal about you was your appetite.

You felt eyes on you-when weren't there? But along with those eyes you felt, with every fiber of your consciousness, laughter. You turn on your heel, searching the faces of nearby party-goers for traces of mockery.

You hated being laughed at. Those who dared to (the brave and the stupid) never meant it in a kind way.

Your eyes fell on a guard.

An attractive guard.

Your eyes raked his uniformed body.

A very attractive guard.

He was blonde, with his hair meticulously slicked back, his eyes were a curious shade of lavender, and he had a thin line of a scar down one side of his face.

His smiling face.

He winked at you.

He (a guard!) winked (flirtatiously!!) at you (a princess!!!)

You felt the blush pool on your face, so you quickly gathered up some of the fabric of your gown in your sweating (when did they start sweating?) palms and stormed away, right into the arms of a French prince.

"Bonjour, Mon cher." He chuckled, leaning his head down to kiss your gloved hand.

You were already calming down, and had enough sense to nod your head and curtsy.

"You were right," he confessed to his wine-drinking companion, "She is a beauty worth crossing ze seas for" His blue eyes shone in the twinkling light of the overhead chandelier.

Your blush deepened to tomato red, and with another nod (followed hastily by another curtsy), you excused yourself from their company, only to run into that of the Prussian prince, Prince Gilbert.

"Kesesesese! Who ran into mein awesome self?" He exclaimed, turning to examine you.

"Ah! Princess _______! What an awesome surprise!" The albino smirked at your deepening blush.

"I...I..." You stuttered, your tongue failing to convey your apologies.

"Typical. This Frau is intimidated by mein awesome presence."

The nerve of these men!

You wanted to slap him. All of these princes were so stuck up! They weren't like the princes in your books, who kissed sleeping maidens, rescued lasses from towers, and slayed the dragons that made damsels distressed; Those princes were noble, brave, and true.

These men were so pompous and full of themselves that when they looked in a mirror, they probably had fits of jealousy.

You were about to give him a piece of your mind when a different prince laid a hand on Prince Gilbert's shoulder.

This new prince was handsome.

Keep in mind! I don't use the word 'handsome' lightly. I mean, the sight of him made you weak in the knees.

He had the bluest eyes (bluer than all the oceans in the world), the most blonde and perfect hair (carefully slicked back, like that flirty guard from before), and a stern gaze, which also showed kindness and compassion.

He spoke, "Bruder, this is a princess, not a vench you picked up from some tavern. She deserves your respect and admiration."

You tried to make yourself look more regal by standing on your tiptoes and raising your chin.

Prince Gilbert sulked away muttering something about wenches, leaving you alone with his attractive brother.

"I apologize for mein bruder's actions," He said as he too kissed your hand. "Could I make it up to you with a dance?" He gestured to the center of the ball, where couples had started to dance.

Could you? This man was probably still just a power hungry prince, but he was also kind and noble. One dance couldn't possibly make a difference.

Could it?

You nodded, carefully at first, as a sheepish grin slid onto your face.

His eyes lighting up at your consent, he guided your white gloved hand into his black gloved one, coaxing you onto the dance floor.

"I don't believe we've met before." You said as you began to sway to the music, conscious of the fact that his other hand was resting on your waist.

"I've never had the pleasure," he replied coolly, "My name is Prince Ludwig, of Germania."

"Germania?"

"Ja. Mein vater is King Sigmund."

"You must have traveled far to get here, then."

Your knowledge on geography was very limited, but you did know that from (your kingdom) to Germania was quite a voyage.

"Vell, vhen I heard that in this kingdom the most beautiful princess in all the realms was turning sixteen, I had to save her from all of these pompous buffoons. You deserve better than to be a trophy wife." He was speaking of something important to you, and to say that you were listening was an understatement.

You were feeding off of every syllable he uttered, drawing breath from the sound of his words, your heart was beating to the rhythm of his voice.

You needed him. He was different, he was the good prince in your stories, he was here to save you from the dragon who kept you locked up in your solitary tower. He was your salvation. Your greed for him shone through his eyes, and he realized that this was exactly what you wanted to hear, so he didn't stop. He leaned very close, his breath tickling your ear.

"You deserve a knight in shining armor to come and take you home. You need the perfect man and king. You need someone better than all of those other fools. You need him, you need that perfect man. Don't you? You need him, with everything you are."

You were shivering now, the power of his words were so tantalizing that you could do nothing else. He was what she needed.

He placed a ghost of a kiss on her cheek, a parting kiss, and he pulled back as the song ended.

"Until the morrow, Princess ____." He bowed and you curtsied, and he left you.

You felt...

empty.

You felt like crying.

Or stuffing your face.

Oh look, there goes that waiter, you thought, hungrily licking your lips.

You were almost caught up with him when a thunderous crash ripped through the ball room. The world froze.

Plates clattered, chairs scraped, children wailed.

CRASH!

A man, a guard, ran in. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" He screeched.

Then the rest of the ballroom screamed.

It was absolute chaos.

You noticed that the waiter from before had abandoned his tray, so you figured if this was your last night, a few more snacks wouldn't hurt.

You had polished off about seven when you felt a strong grip on your shoulder, and you caught a glimpse of blonde hair. Your spirits lifted completely until you saw that the owner of this hair also had lavender eyes.

"Come vith me, Princess ______." The cheeky guard said to you, swiftly guiding you to a portrait of the royal family (Your mother, Father, you, and your little sister).

He ran his other hand along the edge of the frame, his fingers searching for something.

With a small click, the frame swung forward to reveal a secret tunnel.

"Quickly!" He hissed as he ushered you in (a little more roughly than necessary) and slid his other hand down to your butt, pushing you in all the way.

You spun around, your blush and anger showing on your face.

You were too late to tell him off; he closed the portrait door with a satisfied smirk.

You hoped he died in the attack.

Another crash! resounded through the castle, though it was more muffled in your lonely stone tunnel.

"_-____, is that you?" a small child's voice piped from the darkness.

"Katie?" You blurted to the dark.

Your little sister, Princess Katrina Belle (L/N), was the only one who that innocent voice could belong to.

"Yes (nickname)! I'm here!" She squeaked, bouncing into your vision, giving you a massive hug.

"Oh Katie," you sobbed, "I'm so happy you're alright!"

"That handsome guard brought me here! The one who smiled at you earlier." She gushed.

"You saw that?" you mumbled. She only giggled and nodded.

CRASH

Katie cowered into your embrace. You slowly sunk to the floor, keeping you arms wrapped tight around your sister.

"We'll be alright." You muttered.

That is how you stayed for an uncountable amount of time. At some point, Katie fell asleep. At some point after that, you followed her into sleep.

Prince Ludwig's POV

After the raid, I decided to write to mein vater. I knew he would be delighted to hear vhat a success the attack was.

Once I vas in my chambers,I found parchment and a quill. I wrote,

Dear Vater,

Our plan has been put into action. Soon, the kingdom will be ours, und we will have an heir to the throne.

That foolish girl, Princess _______, fell right at my feet. Soon, we will marry und I will be King, und all of this kingdom will be mine. As long as the stupid luder remains ignorant, nothing will get in my way.

Your son,

Prince Ludwig

I waxed und sealed the envelope, und gave it to mein personal servant to be delivered, claiming it was the urgent news that (your kingdom) was under attack.

What would one more lie do? After all, all is fair in love und var. But I know that there is only var.

*Leans back from the computer with a satisfied smirk* Long enough? Pshh. Anyways, I thought of this idea and originally the guard was 1p!germany and instead of reader it was Tennessee (my OC), but I figured that not as many people care about my OC's as they do themselves. So I made adjustments. As for the whole alternate motives and 2p!Germany, I have absolutely no friggin' clue where all that came from. I do think it makes an interesting plot twist though. Part two to come...if not before the 18th, then after New Years. So here's hoping for before the 18th!

~Translations~

Bonjour, mon cher~ French for "Hello, my dear"

mein~ German for "My"

frau~ German for "Woman"

bruder~ German for "Brother"

vater~ German for "Father"

luder~ German for "B*tch"

If you're going to comment on how historically inaccurate this is, (for example Germania didn't have a king; Germania was actually a collection of states, each ruled by its own prince, Prussia being one of these.) don't. I tried to make this as accurate as possible, it takes place before the 1700's. History is as innacurate as I want it to be. So