Knight in shining armor - Dean x Reader -Chapter 8

Knight in shining armor - Knight!Dean Winchester x Princess!Reader - Chapter 8

“What-” you swallowed the lump in your throat “What do you mean, father?”

“Just what I said, (Y/n)” he said letting out a sad sigh “You know I never forced you to do something you didn’t want to my dear but this- this is much more different and you know it (Y/n)” he said in a firm yet sympathetic voice.

“Dad” you said in a trembling voice.

“I am not talking to you as a father to daughter but as a king to princess. (Y/n) the day when you will have to take over the kingdom is soon approaching and we both know that you won’t beable to do so without a king by your side.”

“Dad you’re not that old! Your father, grandpa, ruled for many years this kingdom before you took over! You were much older than me when you got married as well!” you tried to reason with him.

“That was much more different and you know it, (Y/n). My father may have ruled for many years but he did so because he was able to. Whereas I, my dear, don’t think I will be able to do this formuch longer” he said with a sad smile and you pursed your lips.

“Don’t say that, dad. Please.” you mumbled. Sure his health condition wasn’t one of the best but you always tried to stay optimistic that your father would have a long life ahead of him and that you would get to spend much more time with him.

“I know that you feel sad about this dear but it is the truth” he said sadly.

“Dad just stop talking like that!” you said gritting your teeth.

“(Y/n)-” your father started, ready to scold you but luckily for you Dean spoke up.

“My king-!” he took a small step forward “I know I don’t have the right to speak up much less when you and (Y/n)- I mean princess- When you and princess are conversing but- She is right my king. There is no need for you to be so pessimistic. I can’t imagine how it is for her to listen to you talk about your possible-” he swallowed “-death but I know how I feel my king and how everybody else will. The doctors said that your health is improving and if this is about you dying on war then I assure you there is no such chance when I along with all of your knights and soldiers would risk our lives for you. For this kingdom. Because you are the kingdom my king and… I do not believe it is right to put such pressure on the princess.” he said and looked at you that were staring just back at him.

“Besides-” he spoke up again, eyes never leaving yours “I am sure that when the right time comes, princess will find the right one. I would surely trust her on that decision. And so should you… Any man would be lucky to have a woman like her, I don’t doubt she will have any trouble finding someone” he ended up saying in a low and soft voice and you bit your lip as a big smile formed on your face.

“And I don’t doubt that in the least bit, either.” your father smiled at you “Any prince would be lucky to have her” he added and glancing at Dean you saw the smile fade from his lips as he looked down, his jaw clenched.

“Prince” you repeated, face stoic and voice bitter; almost coming out as a hiss.

“Yes, prince. What would you want? A knight?” he let out a laugh as if it was some kind of joke"No offense Dean" he quickly added, really meaning no offense to Dean but at the same time speaking the truth.

“None taken my King” Dean said as formally as he could.

“But-” he suddenly said turning to look at you “I am afraid this does not mean that I have suddenly changed my mind.”

“(Y/n) I only wanted to ask you about that man you were talking about because I respect your decisions, dearest. I want you to have somebody by your side that you truly love but- if that has not happened by your birthday then I am sorry to tell you but I will have to choose on for you” he was dead serious now.

He got up from his throne “I have never forced you to do something you do not want to (Y/n) but in this issue… I am not going to hesitate to take matters into my own hands. If you have not had someone by your 23rd birthday then I will chose a prince of my own for you… to marry. I know that I will probably rule for much longer, or at least I hope so but that does not change the situation. I have made my decision. You are to be married shortly after your birthday whether you want it or not.”

“You’re really going to force me do that?!” you asked, eyes almost wide.

“As much as I hate to say it… yes. I am sorry (Y/n) but you have to. It is your right. You are the princess of this kingdom. The only one. You are going to take after me in ruling this kingdom. You will be the one to make the choices for all those people outside. They depend on you (Y/n). They depend on you to take after me and make the right decisions to preserve the peace in this place. To make sure nothing will change for them. It’s hundreds of lives that depend on you (Y/n). You have to take over and you can’t do so unless you have someone by your side. You know I would never make you do something you do not want to but this- this is important (Y/n). You have to marry a prince and-” he started saying, his voice deep and stern full of authority; only for you to cut him off.

“Why the hell do you keep repeating it?!” you exclaimed and sucking in a deep breath you spoke again “I’m sorry. I just- why do you keep insisting on it? Why a prince?” it came out as a hiss.

“Then what? What else could it be (Y/n)?” he asked letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I don’t know.” you shrugged slightly and as you looked up at him your eyes locked with Dean’s that was standing right behind him. You looked at him for a good while before taking in a deep breath and straightening your back you turned to face your father dead in the eyes.

“Anybody. Anything. Why would it matter if I’m in l-” you shook your head “If I’m in love with him, hm?”

He let out a sigh “(Y/n) we’re not going to start this kind of conversation now. It actually is a matter we do not have to talk about even in the slightest. You are a princess. A royalty. You. Belong. With. A royalty. That is not something we are going to discuss right now. Or ever for that matter. I hate to do this to you (Y/n) but if you have not found a man- a prince of your own till next week then I am going to find one for you. End of discussion.” he said as firmly as he could and you clenched your fists by your side.

“But-” you started but he cut you off.

“No ‘but’s (Y/n). I said I’ve made my decision. I may be your father but I also am your king and you will follow my orders. You will do as I say and that’s final. Go to your room now.” he spoke with an angry tone and letting out a growl you stomped your foot. You took hold of your dress, slightly lifting it and making your way quickly out of your room.

Your father let out a sad sigh and ran a hand down his face once you exited the door and shook his head “I shouldn’t have talk to her that way. Maybe I shouldn’t have said all of the things I did, either”

“Was I too harsh, Dean?” he asked, looking at the younger man next to him.

“No.” Dean swallowed and looked at him in the eyes “No, my King. You were right”

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You let out a huff as you fell face-first on your bed.

After your conversation with your father you couldn’t stay at your room even though you had tried it. You went to your mother desperately in need of some support which at some point you got. It would have been better if you hadn’t. You talked with her about your conversation with your father and all the things he told you. Your mother said almost what you had said to your father, how it was not right to force you to marry somebody you did not want to- hell, even not know and how you should marry someone you loved and wanted when you felt it was right. And you let yourself admit that your father was right up to a point. You needed to find somebody who would be the king of this place because sooner or later you were going to take over after your father and doing so on your own was not an easy job. He was right as far as that was concerned. All these people depended on you but that was no reason for your father to do what he was about to. And luckily your mother did acknowledge that fact.

She did support you on it. She had clearly said that.

“You’re right, (Y/n). You will get married whenever you want to and certainly with someone you love. I know that the sooner the better but forcing somebody on you is not the solution. You will find a prince of your own, dear. I am sure”

And you could not help but scrunch your nose at that.

Prince.

Why the hell did it have to be a prince?! Why a royalty? Why should you marry someone that you did not love or barely knew (if not at all) just because they happened to belong to a royal bloodline while the man you loved just so happened to not be a prince?

Love.

The thought of that word made your heart beat in fear but at the same time flutter, because you knew that it was true

You really did not know why everybody just kept pointing it out all the time. A prince. You have to marry a prince. You must marry a prince. You thought of asking them sassily what would happen if he was a king? Many princes had taken over after their fathers’ sudden death, even if they were young at age. But one thing was for sure. He had to be a royalty. Everybody would say that when they talked about you finding a man. What the hell had gotten over everybody you could not understand.

You had thought that a walk in the garden would have helped you clean your mind but even when you did so the situation did not change. Even the maids were talking about how it was high timefor you to find a man. A prince they pointed out, let’s not forget. But of course they changed their conversation when they saw you walk past them.

The maids maybe you could stand but even the villagers talking about it? That was too much to take for sure. You had hoped that a walk through the market (while wearing a cape for nobody to understand who you were) would help as well. But hearing more than plenty of villagers talking among themselves of how the princess had yet to find a prince to marry was just too much.

Why couldn’t they just mind their own business?

A knock on your door snapped you from your thoughts. Getting up to be in a sitting position you ran a hand through your hair “Come in” you mumbled.

You smiled slightly when you saw Dean walk in, closing the door behind him “You wanted to see me?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yes” you said with a small smile, getting up from your bed to walk towards him.

“Do you think this is safe?” he asked with a frown.

“Well, I asked from Anna to tell you to come here so I know that even if she suspects something she is not going to tell anybody. Do you think someone saw you come here?”

He shook his head “No, nobody took notice”

“Good. Because I certainly need this” you mumbled wrapped your arms around him, Dean doing the same although a little more hesitantly.

“Today’s been hell” you said and earned a hum from him, Dean rubbing his hand softly on your back “Why the hell a prince?!” you asked exasperated, not really expecting an answer from Dean. You just needed to speak what had been all day on your mind.

You let out a small sigh and shook your head. You buried your face in his chest and hugged him closer to you. Something, though, was not right.

It was usually Dean that would wrap his arms around you and hug you like there was not tomorrow. His hugs were always the best, warm and comforting. Suffocating sometimes but always managing to assure you that it was Dean hugging you. Whereas now… it just did not feel like Dean.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, pulling slightly away from him, sensing the stiffness in his body.

“Yeah, yeah. Just you know. Worried in case somebody comes” he said with a forced smile.

You looked at him with narrowed eyes for a while before speaking up “No. No it’s not that.Something- something’s wrong.” you pointed out.

You swallowed and spoke again “Dean” you said carefully, breathing in deep breaths “What’s wrong?” you feared to hear the answer to your question.

He looked at you with what looked like a sad expression on his face. He licked his lips and let out a sigh, his arms left your waist.

“(Y/n)-” he started saying, running a hand down his face “We need to talk”

Oh no you thought.