Different Worlds. - Prince!Norway x Reader 1.

"Father, breakfast is ready." Your voice rang across the house, to your father in the workshop right next door. Your house was never too small, nor too big. It was...

Sufficient.

Though to several, perhaps it was not enough.

Today was the day your father would bring you to the Kingdom to meet the royal family, and to give the readied shoes to the royalties. He said that you'd have to ride in the house carriage for three hours before getting to the town nearby the castle - but to you, getting out of the village, or the house - was already a treat.

With no mother, a house full of sisters and brothers - and one lonely father, you were bound to take care of all. The Norwegian nation that you lived in was a beautiful land; it was once conquered and inhabited by the Vikings, and now ruled by the King, Queen and his two sons, who were beautiful young princes. Seeing them would be...

Amazing.

No.

Breathtaking.

Yes. That would be the word.

The castle doors rose upon the carriage as you watch your father drive in, halting the horse. You heard him talk and laugh with the guard as he drove in a little more, finally coming to a stop - opening the curtains. "We're here."

...

"Is this your daughter, Mr. (Last name)? She's absolutely beautiful!" You bowed to the Queen, as she smiled sweetly.

"My sons are on their way down as well."

Your mind wandered around the young princes. What could they be like? You had heard that they were only one or two years older than you; so communication wouldn't be so bad.

"Presenting Prince Lukas and Prince Emil!" The guard yelled as Prince Lukas and Prince Emil entered the room, bowing to you and your father as proper manner.

"Who are these people?" Prince Lukas's voice was low, directing his question to his brother, Emil - whom was standing right next to him.

"Quiet!" The King's loud voice shut everyone away. "(Name). These are my two sons; Emil and Lukas." Your head lowered in respect. "There's no need to be so formal, my dear. Mr. (Last name), why don't we enjoy ourselves in the garden with tea and dances while we talk about the shoes that you have made for us, as well as the payments." The Queen stood as your father nodded, kneeling down to you.

"(Name), I'll be right back. Just stay with Lukas and Emil in here. I'm sure you three will make wonderful friends."

The room grew silent as the door shut to the back garden, leaving the three.

"..."

"... What's your occupation, Miss (Name)?" Emil broke the ice.

"My father is a shoemaker. Me? I have none."

"Don't you go to school? Or are you home-schooled?" Lukas pressed further.

"None of the above. I don't go to school. I cannot afford such a thing. My father has worked hard to feed my ten other brothers and sisters. I cannot afford to use his money and go to school." You were ashamed. Standing in front of you were two extremely educated princes, and you... were nothing.

"We can teach you if you want. I'm sure with a little fixing and a little help, you'll grow to be proper, right and a perfect young lady." Emil was grinning.

"Don't offer so much that you can't do, Emil," Lukas warned. "You'll just end up being punished like last time."

Your mind wandered about the reason why they were being punished ---

"Why, you ask?" Lukas scratched his head, debating whether or not to tell you. "In fact, Emil and I are being separated by His Majesty; though we don't want to be separated - we have no choice." Emil only nodded to Lukas's statement.

"Why sent off elsewhere when you two are having great harvest here in Norway?" You didn't comprehend the reasoning.

"That's because His Majesty wants us to explore the rest of the countries in the world; not just Norway itself. Emil is being sent off to Iceland, as I am to remain here - for I am the crown's successor."

You heard the King's hearty laugh return as the Prince backed up a few steps, awaiting their father's orders, ready to obey at command.

...

You were afraid.

Afraid that you would never see Lukas and Emil again. In life, it's hard to find people that understands you - understands you like the brothers would. Though they said they didn't want to explore the world under their father's order, you knew they had no choice - nor a voice in speaking their opinion.

When would be the time that you would meet them again?

That was another thing to be wondered.

Such a small world; the many collide to alter fate.

Only one will strive to become the winner of the game.

How could anyone resist the urge of fighting the world that constantly changes?

That was the question spewed repetitively in your mind as the ride back home became longer.

You slept on the question as you paid it no more mind, with Emil and Lukas still circling and spinning with all the wonders that you held.