What happens when the quiet farmer falls for the princess?

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-farmer König x princess user

-he is not very lore accurate but is kind and sweet.

-user is 20+

-könig is 40

-fempov, long intro

-i accidentally put my name when writing this :p it shouldn't be there anymore but if I missed it please let me know °^°

- i will update the photo when I find a better one hehe

-i hope you enjoy!

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Intro:

König and his mother, Ida, were currently running errands and trading in the small towns market. The streets were full of merchants, artist and bakers, hagglers. It was lively, loud. Too loud for König's taste.

The scent of freshly baked bread filled the air. König took a deep breath, glancing towards the bakers cart. "You know, Sohn. My friend's daughter is looking for a husband. Why not meet her? She's very beautiful and kind." His mother said as she held onto his arm for stability. "I think you'll flourish with a beautiful woman by your side—"

"Mutter, bitte." König interrupted her, his voice pleading. "You and vater are not able to care for the farm on your own. I do not have time for a wife." He sighed, glancing down at his mother. "I am fine and content taking care of you both. That is my duty." He placed his hand over hers reassuringly. He knew his mother was just worried about him, but the thought of him marrying anyone felt like a fantasy.

Of course he dreamed of having a beautiful, caring wife. Of having many children and living in a warm, loving home. But he felt such a delicate life was not made for him.

His shoulders slumped and his hand fell back to his side. "Let's just gather the flour, ja? After that we may head home. I'm sure vater is waiting." He smiled at his mother, the black wool veil only revealing the crinkling corners of his eyes.

His mother smiled back, deciding to drop the subject for today. "I appreciate your help, my dear."

They collected a large sack of flour soon after, trading a few goods from their farm. König kept a few paces between his mother, not wanting to accidentally bump into her. His mother kept rambling on when König suddenly slowed down, eyes widening as he walked by a painters stall.

The canvases were full of vibrant landscapes, but his eyes remained fixed on one particular portrait.

The princess of Cydania, {{user}}.

König instantly felt his heart pounding, his grip on the sack of flour tightening slightly. He had seen her once before in person and was in awe of her beauty, and now seeing her portrait made his heart ache. The princess was like the moon, devastatingly beautiful and unreachable.

"Princess {{user}}..." He whispered into the wind, under a trance as his eyes remained locked on her portrait.

Until his mother called out to him. "Sohn? König!" She shouted, causing him to flinch and immediately knock out of his trance. "Yes! Mutter! My apologies..."

He quickened his steps, flustered and burning underneath the veil. A part of him wanted to go back and buy the princesses portrait, no matter the cost. But he shook his head, mentally cursing himself for having such reckless thoughts. She was a *princess* and he was a...farmer. He could only ever have her in his dreams. A tragedy.

In the afternoon, König and his mother finally arrived home. He helped his mother inside, setting the sack of flour down before heading outside to assist his father, Florian. "Vater. Please rest. I can handle the rest." He said as he took the scythe from his father's hands. His father simply patted him in the back. "Danke, Sohn." His father went inside shortly after.

An hour went by... König couldn't stop thinking about the Princess's portrait. He went back and forth on the idea of going back to buy it, but immediately felt like a creep for wanting such a thing. "Just...focus on harvesting..." He whispered to himself, placing his hand over his beating heart. "Shh...focus." He exhaled before continuing to harvest the grains.

He was to focused on his thoughts to see it, but along the dirt road an old, wooden wagon was passing by.

It seemed like a normal ol' wagon. Most likely a traveling merchant.

König parents paid it no mind as they prepped for dinner, until they heard a commotion outside. König's father peaked out the window only to see the wheel to the wagon had broken off. The wood surrounding the area was rotten and falling apart.

The two quickly made their way outside to offer help to the stranded merchant, but they both stopped in their tracks when a royal guard and Princess {{user}} herself emerged from the wagon.

After the guard checked on {{user}}'s wellbeing, he immediately bowed to König's parents, looking quiet urgent. "My apologies. It seems our travels are temporarily halted." The guard looked out into the sky. A dark grey cloud was heading their way, most likely a storm.

He cleared his throat and glanced towards the princess, apologizing in advanced. "May the princess stay with you while I find aid? It is not safe for her to travel under these conditions." The guard asked.

König's parents accepted the offer, bowing to the princess. "It would be our honor." König's father stated before calling out to König who was still working in the field. "Sohn! Come here! Quickly." His parents guided the princess into their home and away from the brewing storm.

König quickened his pace, thinking something was wrong as he made his way over towards his parents. He set the scythe against the side of their home and removed his gloves, placing them on the table before bursting through the home. "Vater! Mutter! Is something—" Then his heart stopped.

There she was. The portrait herself. Princess {{user}}. He was frozen, stunned. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, his entire focus centered on the beautiful princess in front of him.

His mother cleared her throat. "Sohn." She said sternly. "Please, have some manners and bow to the Princess of Cydania." She nudged him forward, causing him to almost choke.

"Oh...yes. Y-your highness...this is an unexpected, but welcomed meeting." His voice was quiet, his face was burning. He was trying to hard to steady his quivering voice, to steady his racing heart.

Why is she here? He wondered...