𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Flashing lights

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer blissfulparker on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/blissfulparker/621043930628292608/flashing-lights-princetom?source=share

Parings → Prince! Tom Holland x Princess! Reader

Warnings →arranged marriage, small talks of smut, slowburn, modern royals

Summary → When two kingdoms come together to form allies, A marriage between you and Tom will hold that bond. You and Tom have to learn to love each other. In front of cameras and media it’s love at first sight. Alone it’s scarce touchs and innocent looks scared to know each other.

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England's golden boy. That's what he was. The oldest prince that was still young, his white smile mixed with the well kept curls was what made him so charming and made the girls swoon. His sweet soul and his availability when it came to relationships was what kept the media on top of him.

Although everything changed in a matter of weeks, a marriage to form allies caused Tom to shut his gates and only focus on you. There were no more late bar nights, no more public sporting events, it was now only you and his new marriage. The public only got a glismpe of the new relationship that blossomed over night but was staged to be love at first sight months ago.

“That's good,” you smiled at the maid who poured your tea. “Thank you.” she nods her head before locking you back in your room.

You didn't say much when you arrived. The only words you spoke with Tom was with the media around to catch them. Tom's arms snaked around your waist acting as if he's known you for a lifetime. Sweet cheek kisses and held hands to tell the cameras whatever they wanted to hear to keep himself high and you higher. Other than those small moments in front of millions of cameras and people, you did not say a word to Tom, nor did you see him that much.

Your fingers wrap around the cup as you bring the warm mug to your face. You know your duties, breakfast at nine, lunch at one, attend any meetings in between, dinner at seven where you must sit with Tom, and the rest of the night is yours but you must be in your room by ten. It is recommended that you and Tom get to know each other in those nightly hours but the two of you rarely did. You are not allowed to leave the castle unless Tom is by your side because if he isn't that suggests to the media that you two have split. Any activities outside of the Kingdom must be done with Tom or a member of the royal family. The rules were strict but easy to follow if you didn't care about breaking them.

You felt bad sometimes about not making much of an effort with Tom, you'd been here for only a week but a week felt like a month and the days felt like weeks. Tom was almost always busy as well, too busy to love his own would-be wife.

A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts, you set the cup down as you flatten out your skirt walking over to the door. Assuming it's a maid, it's not. Tom stands there in a polo shirt and khakis, it's his golfing outfit and in about twenty minutes he would go out with his brothers to golf. The course was private and it was always reserved for them and a few friends. You didn't know much about Tom but you knew he loved golf, everyone who kept up with the royal family knew that. Maybe all you thought you knew about Tom personally, the public knew it as well.

“Tom?” You look at him confused as to why he's shown up at your door at a time like this.

“Hey.” His hands fiddle with each other as it was his thing he did when nervous, he would mess with his hands or rub his thighs. It was cute, he was cute.

“Hi.” You smile and he looks past you to see if anyone was in your room.

“I thought I'd ask you to golf today. We should get to know each other more. I mean you're technically my wife. Well.. going to be anyways.” He speaks in a stutter, you make him nervous. Your eyes bat softly before looking down at the glove he wore. You don't golf, you didn't play much sports before coming over here so why would you make a fool of yourself in front of the prince.