Royal!England x Poor!Reader ANGST(?)

"Out of the way!" a hoarse voice shouted as another beggar was kicked aside. Instead of falling back, the beggar picked himself up and tried again.

"P-please sir!" he whispered with a dry throat. "I'm s-so hungry! Please spare s-some food!"

"To a man who cannot even speak right?! Why would I do such a thing?" the soldier laughed to himself and grabbed the poor street rat by his torn shirt. His tiny legs shook. The soldier was strong and covered in armour. "Your all pathetic!"

You had just witnessed the tail-end of the event as you raced around the corner. You were being pursued: by soldiers no doubt. You had stolen just a cube of bread, and now they were after you. They weren't even eating it, so you took it. Unfortunately, they saw it.

You watched the soldier throw the beggar onto the curb, a small cracking sound emerged most likely from his bony back as he made contact with the stone streets. You wanted to help him, but if you stood out to much you may be seen.

It was hard to get by; especially if you were a woman. You had to beat, steal, and cheat your way through life everyday just to survive. That didn't enclude the harsh winter and dry season, and the rain. It rained a lot in England.

You stumbled forward, your bare feet freezing under the cold stone road as you slowly approached the man with weak eyes. He was just as hungry as you were.

"H-here." you stuttered holding out a piece of bread. You saved most of it for yourself, but you didn't feel so bad because anyone else in your place would have done it.

His pale grey eyes watered as he instantly grabbed the small chuck of food leaving a few scratch marks on your palm from his long nails against your skin.
His moans of satisfaction were muffled by his stuffed mouth. He swallowed quickly and thanked you.

As quickly as you came to him, you turned away and made your way through the alley. Maybe the guards stopped looking for you. Doubt it, they all hated beggars and peasants.

But why? you thought. We've never done anything to them

You clutched your stomach as it growled and ached with hunger pains.

Dammit, I need to eat.

"Hey! Thief!"

Your head twisted to see a few soldiers pointing at your tired figure. "Stop!"

No way; you took off faster than a speed runner. Adrenaline filled your veins which kept you running for a good distance even though you were running low on engery. You needed to eat.

Before you turned the next corner to escape through the west gates, a large hand appeared from nowhere and you heaved over in pain.

Someone had blocked your path. Whoever it was kicked your helpless body over and kneeled over.

"Dammit. No money.." the voice mumbled, most likely a male voice since it was deep and determined. "But whats this?"

Your eyes widened slightly when he held up the bread. You knew exactly what would happen next.

"n-no!" you mumbled quietly as the man stood up with your bread and looked around. Then he ran off, leaving you in pain, bleeding and starving.

You felt blood on your lip running down onto your neck as the rain slowly washed it away onto the street. He hit you right in the face, that bastard.

Your face was looking straight up at the sky, watching the rain fall softly onto your features. This was how you were going to die, alone and quietly.

No one came to look for you, because no one cared to look for you. No one cared about you.

Was your rib broken from the kick moments ago? Or was it..hours ago? How long you laid there was a mystery, but all you thought of was the sky.

You tried to speak but no words formed. Your breathing hitched and became raspy. You were going to die.

But, not yet.

As you laid there you heard the trotting of hooves. Was it soldiers coming for you?
You felt your arms shiver.
You were afraid.
Was it a soldier?
It didn`t seem like it, because the trots were to quiet.

You heard them stop, and the sound of boots made their way towards you. A figure was above you now but your eyes were to clouded to get a good view of the person.

`Are you alright?`

You said nothing. Thinking the person would leave you were actually shocked to see whoever it was bend over and touched your wet hair.

`Your freezing...` the voice mumbled, `what are you doing on the ground?`

You still said nothing.
You wanted to die alone.
Instead, the person picked you up and leaned your back against the nearest wall. You got a better view of his face, blond hair and peircing green eyes. Was it an angel greeting you before death?

`I-I-` you tried to gasp but met a dry throat and you began to cough.

`Deer lord,` he replied and reached to his side and pulled out a small canteen, most likely of water.

`Drink some.` he urged. You did. You drank most of it, then let out a sigh of relief. You felt your throat open and your lungs could get a wiff of the damp air. It felt nice.

`What is your name?`

`(N)-(Name).` you took a few minutes to answer. This man had patience, which means he couldn`t be a soldier. Maybe he was an angel.

`Lovely name..mine`s Arthur.` he whispered softly stroking the wet hair off your pale cheeks. `Tell me (Name)...did someone hurt you?`

You nodded slowly.

`Who?`

You shook your head.
`I-I didn`t see..him.`

Arthur sighed.

`Bloody hell...you look like death.`

His voice was so...lovely. You lost the feeling in your feet but you didn`t care. His charming features was where your attention was directed towards.

`A-Arthur?` you whispered softly trying to reach for him. His eyes widened as he took your freezing hand. He felt so horrible for you. He couldn`t bare to watch it anymore.

`Y..yes.` he answered quietly, afraid of what you might say. Would you ask who he was? Sure he couldn`t tell her...

`Your hands...` she murmured, `they`re soft.`

His breathing stopped for a moment, and he smiled.

`Are you cold, (Name)?`

You nodded slowly. Well of course you were. It was pouring rain and you were lying on the street for lord knows how long. Arthur was glad he found you when he did.


  He was making his daily routins round-about of the city. He wore a dark cloak to conceal his identity to avoid a crisis. He didn`t like guards following him around either. For Arthur was a kind man. Usually.

He tried to avoid all the royal parties held at the castle and the horny women that followed him around. He liked to see how his people were doing.

When he saw someone, a young woman, lying in the street...he felt horrible. Was this how his people had become? Murders, thieves, savages? He wanted to change all that. But how could he? He was not the king, and barely a prince. If anything, his father would call him a madman for beliving in mythical beasts and creatures. And if he brought home a homeless girl...

`Arthur?` his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your weakening voice. You were shaking and freezing. `I can`t feel my legs..`

`Dear lord, love, let`s get you home.`

`Home..?` you questioned. `I don`t have a home.`

Arthur nearly broke down. What happened to this land? His father was supposed to take of everything, but when he didn`t, Arthur did instead. But it didn`t seem like his tributes were helping. Here, a young girl was dying. In his arms.

`Come with me then.` Arthur said into your ear and carefully lifted your body from the ground. You felt his heart beat loudly as he carried you to his horse. You struggled to stay upright while he got on, but once he finally got on you clutched him like a lifeline.

You felt the horse move and your brain hurt.

`Shhh.` you heard him whisper. `I`ll take you to safety.`

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  Your head ached at the sound of pouring tea and the scent of hot water flooded your nostrils. You awoke with your eyes fluttering a few times before looking around.

You were in a dark room, with lots of fancy furniture. You were in a large comfortable bed with warm blankets and a fireplace on the other end of the room followed by a tray filled with goodies.

`Here..drink this.` a voice replied and Arthur handed you a cup of hot tea.

You tried to smile, but you found no courage to. He was a complete stranger, could you even trust him? But if he lived in a place like this...why would we want you? Was he a slave trader? A dealer? A royal?

`(Name) are you feeling better?` he asked calmly sitting on the edge of the bed with a content face.

You swallowed the rest of your tea at once and nodded.

`Thank-you.` was all you could muster before looking around the room again. Your eyes had adjusted to the light and you could see a lovely white sofa and large paintings that were deffinetly worth a fortune.

`Where is this place?` you asked as Arthur lit a few candles.

`My home. Isn`t it wonderful.` he chuckled.

`You live here? In this room?`

He laughed again.

`Well...yes.`

`Does anyone else live here?` you asked as you tried to sit up more, your back arching and your chest rising as you let out a yawn. How long had you been sleeping?

`Just..me.` he stated with his back still turned. Then he looked at you with a smile.

`You`ve been asleep for a few days. You must be hungry.`

You felt a little better, so you smiled and nodded brightly.

`What would you like to eat?` Arthur asked as he carried over a tray of goodies and h'ors d'œuvres. `They`re imported from France.`

You took a few to sample but fell in love with all of them. You were starving and you`d eat horse pucky if you had to. This was much better than anything you`d ever tasted before.

`Arthur...?`

`Yes, love.`

You gulped your meal down and glanced at him.

`Why are you being so kind to me? I`m...I`m a commoner..`

Arthur bent down to meet your eyes and you felt a few tears swell at the thoughts of your life on the bottom.

`Shh no love, I would never want to see anyone hurt like that. I`m helping because thats what I should do. It`s the right thing.`

You wiped a light tear away and gave him a weak smile.

However, the moment was broken, by a raging king.

`My dear father above!` he screamed at his son. A dirty woman in his bed, poor no less, and his son knealing before her like she was royalty. Of course he got the picture wrong.

`A-Arthur, my son!` he stammered with utter shock in his voice.

Arthur rose to greet his father.

`Father-I can explain-`

`Guards! Guards!` he yelled, `get this beggar girl out of here!`

       It all happened to fast..your eyes darted around the room as Arthur and his father were yelling at eachother. A guard was gripping your hair as he dragged you down the gleaming halls of the palace. It looked like a nice day outside.

Arthur was yelling your name as the guards gripped your hair tighter.

`What the hell would the prince want with this rat.` they growled as he threw you outside the castle gates. You gripped your head in pain and looked around. You were miles from the city, at least a few miles. The castle was way up on the hill.

You began to tear up as you heard Arthur calling your name. But he was being held back by soldiers.

`A-Arthur?` you cried reaching for him, but your hards never met. He was pulled away with tears in his eyes, for the only person that needed him, he couldn`t help and protect.

His father looked down on him.

`He will never learn.` he mumbled to himself. `He must learn that he cannot help everyone. Keeping him away from them will help him learn.`



  You stood at the gates of the castle, gripping the cold steal. Guards standing nearby tried to push you away, but you stayed. Nothing would move you.
Even if you died, it wouldn`t matter.
The only person that ever cared was just beyoned the gates.
Maybe one day he would find you again, in the streets that you nearly spent your last few hours.
But you would wait.
Until the end.