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Miss Me

This is my first Eric imagine from The Little Mermaid, I hope you all enjoy it and any Eric requests would be amazing.

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Summary: After coming home from a long voyage, Eric finds (Y/n) back in her old habit of sleep walking.

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A bolt of lightning scraped through the sky and sent crackles of white light through the room. And when the thunder started, everything in the room began to rattle. The brush on the dressing table collided with the floor, the drapes in front of the curtains whistled into the room and the bedframe shook from side to side.

Eric's head shot up from the pillow and his foot which had been hanging off the side of the bed, crashed against the floor.

For a brief moment, Eric wondered where he was. A shiver ran down his spine when a warm breeze drifted through the open balcony doors. Oh God, was the ship colliding with harsh waters? Did he need to be on the main deck with the crew? They weren't going to capsize again, were they?

It took a lot longer than it should have for him to realise he was in his bed in the castle. The floor wasn't moving with uneven seas beneath him, he wasn't squished into a small cabin bed and rain wasn't pouring in through a window that never closed.

He was safe in his bed that was firmly on the floor that had no risk of moving or capsizing beneath him.

The sound of the rain never made Eric feel at ease, it had the opposite affect on him because the rain was a bad sign whenever he was at sea. It signalled an oncoming storm and any kind of storm, small or large as a hurricane, was not an easy task to deal with. Even when he was at home safely tucked away in bed under his mother's watchful eye, storms always made Eric's heart bleed for anyone still out on the waves.

Letting his head flop back down to the pillow, Eric waited a few seconds for his heart to calm down before he moved his arm and stretched it out in front of him. He expected his arm to coil over (Y/n) but his limb fell down to the bed, empty-handed.

Where was she?

His eyes shot open and he moved his hand across the bed, scouring around for her but she wasn't with him. She had been there when he went to sleep, he had fallen asleep with her head on his chest listening to the lulling sound of his heart. That was how they always fell asleep when he was back from a voyage.

When another clap of thunder ricketed through the room, Eric got out of bed with a hand brushing his tangled curls out of his eyes. He wouldn't be able to settle to sleep again until he had (Y/n) by his side.

The open curtains provided enough light for Eric to find his shirt that had been thrown on the floor in his earlier haste to strip down to his boxer shorts. He didn't bother doing the buttons, letting the material hang loosely over his shoulders so he looked a little more presentable for a midnight stroll around the castle to find his beloved. He had to see where she was or his mind wouldn't let him rest and it was clear she wasn't in the bathroom because there was no light on in the adjoining room.

It was a relief to find there were still candles burning down to the last stub of wax in the hallway when he stepped out of his chamber. Eric knew this place like the back of his hand but it was no easy task treking round in the dark.

He wasn't sure where he should be looking, it was late into the night with a storm raging outside, what would (Y/n) be doing at this time?

Cold spikes seeped up into the soles of his bare feet when he walked down the hallway, across the slightly damp stone floor that collected the cold like Eric collected his treasures. But the further away from his chamber that he got, the more alert and panicked he began to feel. Would he have to search around the whole castle to find (Y/n)? What would he do if he didn't find her? Maybe he would have to wake Grimsby or God forbid, his mother, and ask for their help.

His steps were light and calculated as he hurried down the stairs and turned left, making his first point of call the kitchen. It seemed the likeliest option that (Y/n) had gone wandering for a drink or a midnight snack.

But when he peered into the vast kitchen, there wasn't one single candle or burner lit up anywhere, the room was cascaded in darkness. No (Y/n). He wasn't sure where to go next.

As he began to backtrack down the corridor, a strike of thunder shrieked down the corridor and a tremor coursed through Eric when something dawned on him. What if (Y/n) was sleepwalking? It had been months since Eric had even thought about (Y/n) wandering off in her sleep, it hadn't happened in so long. Then again, he had been away on a two-month journey and had only come back just last week. She could have started up again during that time and not told him. He knew she didn't like to worry him.

His wild eyes darted right to left, wondering whether he should head back upstairs and keep searching or if he should brave the treaturous weather in case his lover had wandered outside. Surely (Y/n) wouldn't have gone outside in such weather, asleep or not. He had never found her wandering outside, but they had been down to the beach a lot this week since Eric came home.

The mere thought of (Y/n) wandering outside during the storm- wearing very little with no shoes on her feet and no comprehension of what she was doing, made bile rise up in his throat.

"No, no no."

Eric began to shake his head but he found himself wandering towards the castle doors rather than the stairs. Instinct was telling him that if she was outside, he needed to find her sooner rather than later. No one else would know if she was out there or not and wasting time searching the castle could mean she could fall, succumb to any sort of cold or illness out there alone or get taken by the vicious waves.

He almost felt like bursting into tears with how many awful possibilities were coming to mind.

Eric had found (Y/n) in various places when she used to sleepwalk a lot in the past. When they first became lovers he would sneak her into his chambers so his mother wouldn't find out and he had searched everywhere in the castle at four in the morning. Only to find (Y/n) on the brink of entering Grimsby's room wearing nothing but Eric's button up shirt.

Another time, he had woken up just as she got off the bed and was aiming to go out onto the balcony until Eric gently turned her round and guided her back to bed. The only other few times she had wandered, Eric had been seconds behind her, darting down the corridor to spin her round or carry her back to bed. And a few of those times, he had been stark naked, running up to his girl while praying no one was out and about to see him in all his glory.

"Sir, your highness?"

Eric spun away from the door so fast his eyes rattled in his head and he lost his balance and composure.

Looking up through the dimly lit hallway, his eyes narrowed when he caught sight of who was timidly talking to him. It was a maid, someone he regretfully didn't know by name or even by her face. She had a gown pulled tightly around her night clothes and a candle in her hand like she had been disturbed in her sleep.

"Yes?"

"It's your lady, sir. She's... she's trying to get into your study, but she's not saying anything."

A wave of relief knocked the wind out of Eric and sent him tumbling on his back foot, bracing himself on a pillar as he tried to get the blood rushing back to his head. He had been two seconds away from running out into the rain to find (Y/n) and she was safely inside all along. She wasn't at risk of being swept away by the sea or falling ill from the cold and rain.

His legs turned to jelly when he wobbled up the stairs to meet the young girl at the top of the stairs.

"Thank you, I'll take her back to our chamber, you can go back and rest. Thank you again." He rested his hand on her shoulder for a second of appreciation before he turned and propelled himself up the next set of stairs.

The cold floor beneath his feet didn't bother him anymore and the sound of the rain and distant thunder didn't even reach Eric's ears. All he could hear was the thrumming of his heart and the blood rushing around in his head.

Why did his study have to be so far away from his room?

It felt like it took longer than usual to finally reach the corridor of his study and when he did, his eyes found his girl immediately. The closer Eric got, the quicker his heart began to beat in his chest. The maid had been right, (Y/n) was indeed trying to get into Eric's study which he always kept locked out of nervous habit.

(Y/n) had one hand around the door handle, jiggling and twisting it to try and see if it would budge; it would not. She was still in the same nightgown she had been wearing when Eric closed his eyes to sleep and she looked a mix between angelic and dangerous with her hair loose around her shoulders.

Eric found himself freezing in his fast pace when a thud clattered down the corridor. He watched in slight confusion as (Y/n) suddenly tilted her head forward into the door like she was trying to push it open with her head. She took a step back before tipping her head down again and letting all of her body lean onto the door with another bang.

He had seen her walk, run and sometimes even talk in her sleep, but Eric had never seen (Y/n) do this before.

When she did it again, Eric jogged the small distance between them and stood at (Y/n)'s side. He reached his hand out and carefully pressed his palm against her temple so that when she leaned forward again, she wouldn't hurt herself. His arm tensed and tingled when his hand smacked against the door and (Y/n)'s head but he paid no mind to the inconvenience it caused.

"Alright my love, back to bed now."

With his hand still hovering on her temple and his other arm secured around her hips, Eric carefully turned (Y/n) to the side and shuffled her a few feet away so she had to let go of the door handle.

"That's it sweetheart, off we go. It's far too late to be going to the study now." Eric hovered his lips over (Y/n)'s ear before he leaned down to kiss her neck. His chest pressed up to her back and his hand moved from her head, down her arm until he could entwine their fingers together.

"I miss Eric,"

For a brief moment, Eric paused wondering if (Y/n) had woken up already. His eyes cast down to look at the girl in his arms, her eyes were open and staring up at him but it was like she was seeing through him and her expression was blank. She was still fast asleep. The softest smile moulded onto his lips and his eyes creased at the corners as a blush danced up his neck and dotted his cheeks.

Had she been sleepwalking into his study while he'd been away?

"I'm back now sweetheart, you don't have to miss me anymore." There was no need for (Y/n) to yearn for him any longer, he had come home to her, like always.

It took some effort for him to get (Y/n) moving in the opposite direction, it was like her body felt a magnetic pull towards his study and he could feel her turning like she was about to bolt and go back to the room again. But as he let her weight lean on his chest and cocooned his arm all the way around her waist, (Y/n) eased into him. Her head slowly lowered back into the crook of his neck and she let Eric nudge her forward.

As they finally got back towards their chambers, Eric could feel (Y/n) slowing down against him until she wasn't lifting her feet anymore and she was barely shuffling across the stone floor.

He reacted quicker than his mind could comprehend, when (Y/n) slumped against his chest, Eric tightened his arms around her. Bending his knees, he slipped his arm beneath her legs and slowly hoisted her up into his arms, leaning her weight back into his chest. (Y/n)'s head fell on his shoulder and when Eric looked down upon her, something settled inside of him when he saw her eyes were finally closed. She had drifted back to sleep.

With (Y/n) in his arms, Eric gently nudged the door shut behind him with his foot before he approached the bed. His knees pushed into the soft mattress and he lowered his arms down until he had (Y/n) carefully laid down in bed again.

Even with the doors wide open adn the curtains apart, the breeze from the storm was as warm as sunlight. He kicked the covers down to the end of the bed and stripped his shirt before he laid down beside (Y/n).

This time when his arm stretched out, it found what it was looking for and deadlocked around (Y/n)'s waist. He nuzzled his face into the back of (Y/n)'s neck and sighed, content with her scent overwhelming his senses and her hand clamping down around his wrist as if to make sure he didn't move.

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The sunlight streaming into the room burned through (Y/n)'s eyelids and when she dared to crack her eyes open, she couldn't see anything for squinting hard at the brightness. Her eyes closed again and she tipped her head down until she felt a hard chest in front of her.

She could feel herself beginning to wake up when she nuzzled her face into the smooth bare chest in front of her. And her hands moved until one palm was pressed against said chest and her other arm was coiled over Eric's hip.

Their legs were tangled together like knots and (Y/n) could feel one of Eric's arms was beneath her neck and his other hand was pressed to the small of her back.

She knew he was awake when a kiss was pressed into her hair.

"Morning,"

"Good morning, sweetheart." Eric made no attempt to move, he buried his face in (Y/n)'s hair and nudged his leg further between her thighs, noticing how her breaths were tickling his stomach.

"I've got a headache," (Y/n) mumbled the words more to herself than to Eric but he heard her nonetheless.

She could feel a shiver riveting through Eric when she kissed his chest over his heart and his heartbeat flooded through his skin and pulsed through (Y/n). It wasn't always usual to find Eric tangled around her. They fell asleep in a mess of limbs and kisses and tight embraces but they usually tossed and turned through the night and woke up with only one part of them touching. Whether that was their hands entwined, their feet touching or a leg tossed over the other. But this was a lovely surprise.

"Ahh, I'm afraid you were sleepwalking last night, you were trying to get into my study but it was locked. Were you doing that a lot while I was away?" Eric's voice was tentative and gentle, he didn't want to embarrass (Y/n) or upset her but he was curious all the same.

He could practically feel (Y/n) heating up and blushing against him when she buried her face into his chest until he was sure she was going to smother herself.

"I did wake up once or twice in the study,"

When Eric went on his voyage, he left the key to the study with (Y/n) because he knew his treasure trove enthralled her just as much as it did him. He hoped all of his artifacts would keep her busy and stop her from feeling as lonely while he was away. It had done the trick most of the time, (Y/n) had studied his maps, polished his artefacts and catalogued a lot of things.

But on quite a few nights, (Y/n) had woken up in his study. She woke up sitting in his chair with one of his blazers in her arms or she fell asleep on the rug. One night she had sleepwalked to the study but didn't take the key with her and she woke up in the morning laying in the corridor wondering where she was.

"I'm not leaving you again, my love. You don't need to wander any more."

Eric had spent the rest of the night with his arm around (Y/n) so that if she moved, she would wake him and he could reassure himself he would catch her if she wandered off again. It kept his mind at rest for the duration of the night. (Y/n) didn't have to worry anymore, he was home and he wasn't going to leave her alone for a long, long time.

Her mind didn't have to wander during the night to try and be close to him because he wasn't going anywhere.

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megalony · 11 months

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Market Fiasco

This is another Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid) imagine, requested by the lovely @fangirl-tothemax I hope this is what you wanted honey. Any other requests would be lovely.

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Summary: Eric meets (Y/n) at a marketplace and ends up saving her from a pushy pursuer.

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Closing her eyes, (Y/n) held the flower close to her lips and inhaled the strong scent as she turned her back to the stall. Out of al the various stalls set up in the market, (Y/n) always found herself wandering over to the one surrounded by flowers.

It wasn't that she couldn't grow any flowers herself- she had thousands upon thousands of seeds sewn into the ground and buds beginning to bloom. But a freshly cut flower was always found in her room and she couldn't resist buying a new flower for her vase every week.

Just as (Y/n) opened her eyes and turned to the left, a gasp tumbled from her lips when she felt her body colliding with another. Her head bumped into a hard chest, her hands steadied themselves on two tense arms and she felt a pair of strong hands clutching the back of her arms. Even though the touch was firm, there was something gentle to it, the fingers were delicate on her skin instead of digging into her flesh.

For a brief moment, (Y/n) didn't dare look up. She let her eyes adjust and waited for her head to stop spinning before she slowly raked her eyes up.

She had bumped into a man. He was wearing high waisted trousers over a thin, frilled white button up shirt and an ocean blue jacket over the top. The stranger was tall, (Y/n) had to tilt her head back to find his face and when she did, intense blue eyes were already piercing down at her, hiding beneath raven black curls. Whoever the stranger was, he certainly was handsome.

Eric felt dazed when he looked down at the girl in front of him. Long tendrils of hair were hanging loose over her shoulders and she wore a dusty pale pink dress that stopped just below the knees. Her eyes were piercing and held his gaze the moment his eyes found hers.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there staring down at her as all the noises around them faded into white noise. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours passing them by as they stood chest to chest with Eric's hands still loosely holding her arms like he thought she was about to fall.

After another minute ticked by and the trance Eric felt like he was under slowly started to lift, his eyes cast down.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying much attention," Eric bent down between them and picked up the flower the girl seemed to have dropped when they collided. "An orchid..." A spark shot through Eric when her fingers brushed the back of his hand when she moved to take the flower back from him.

"I'm afraid I wasn't looking where I was going either," (Y/n) brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear but she couldn't stop herself from smiling up at the stranger in front of her.

The way he smiled made dimples appear on his cheeks and his eyes creased at the corners in a rather charming way. He looked like he was about to say something more but (Y/n) watched in slight dismay as he turned away from her when a hand rested on his shoulder.

"Eric, we should move onto the next stall." The older gentleman smiled kindly towards (Y/n) before he patted Eric's shoulder and turned to give them a moment alone. When Eric turned back to look at (Y/n), his handsome smile slowly started to deflate.

"I have to go... sorry again for bumping into you." Something in Eric felt like it was sinking, maybe it was his stomach or maybe it was his heart. But the thought of turning away and leaving the beautiful stranger in front of him made his mood turn sour. Grimsby wanted to show him something, most likely one of the spice stalls and they didn't have long to spend here in the town before they needed to go back to the palace.

No time for daydreaming and no room in the schedule for unexpected encounters today.

(Y/n) didn't know what to say so she settled for nodding and smiling sweetly up at the stranger who she now knew to be called Eric. His hand moved out towards her and (Y/n) held her breath as she watched him, wondering what he was about to do. It looked like he was stuck between wanting to touch her face and wanting to move her hair but his hand paused mid-way and he seemed to think better of it. With his hand stuck in the air, (Y/n) watched him settle for hooking his index finger around some of her hair which he curled before placing it delicately around her ear.

She watched a blush creep up his neck and dust over his cheeks before he dipped his head in a silent gesture and turned slowly on his heels, heading over towards Grimsby.

(Y/n) took a few moments to breathe and regain her composure before she dared move away from the spot she had been glued to for the last few minutes. She hadn't managed to look around many of the stalls yet but somehow, they didn't hold the same sense of magic now that the handsome stranger had gone.

But she pushed forward, heading down the dirt track towards the next lot of stalls she had yet to explore. There were quite a few vendors offering their mix matched items. Some were holding out diced fruit, others were clad with jewellery offering pearls, chains and ruby rings that didn't sparkle enough to be real jewels.

Moving towards the fruit stall, (Y/n) looked among the exotic fruits before settling on a small bowl of melon, passing a handful of coins to the older lady.

(Y/n) sat down on a nearby rock to eat her melon but her eyes kept scouting round, wondering where Eric had disappeared to. He was tall enough for her to be able to spot him easier in a crowd but it took a few minutes until her eyes finally locked onto a head of curly black hair. Even from a long distance, (Y/n) was sure she could see him smiling and he stooped down to smell the spices in the old man's hand.

She wondered what he did for a living. (Y/n) was at the market almost every week and she hadn't bumped into him or locked her eyes on him before.

After a little while, (Y/n) lost sight of Eric again and it made her heart deflate but she tried to push the disappointment to the back of her mind as she continued to scan around the smaller stalls.

"Would you like a drink?"

Turning her head to the right, (Y/n) smiled at the young man and stopped in her tracks. He had long dark hair and was dressed smartly for being in the marketplace but there was something about his smile that made (Y/n) feel uneasy. He didn't have a kind or swooning smile like Eric, this stranger's smile flashed his pointed teeth and made his eyes narrow and darken.

Instinctively, (Y/n) leaned back a little when he leaned closer and she realised there wasn't a lot of space between them, not as much as she'd like, anyway.

"Oh, no thank you," (Y/n) shook her head and moved her hand, she didn't want to be rude in case he was a vendor on the market. Turning down a free sample didn't often go down well with a lot of people here.

But the more (Y/n) observed him, she realised he didn't look like he belonged to a stall. All of the stalls within close range of them were already occupied and the drink he was holding out to her was in a dark blue bottle. (Y/n) didn't know what was in it and she didn't want to fid out either.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" Again, the stranger held the bottle closer to (Y/n) like he was about to push it to her lips and force her to take a swig. He had his free arm behind his back and his head ticked to the side like he was becoming impatient with her already. What did he want? There weren't many people here who would offer out a free drink unless they wanted to gain something in return and (Y/n) dared not think what he wanted to gain from her.

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Why don't you have a drink and we can go for a walk somewhere."

Eric took the small cupp of milk the old lady offered out to him and took a large gulp to fight off the spice he had just tried which had gone right up his nose and burned down the back of his throat. Whatever spice that was, he wouldn't be having any more of it.

He patted his chest and let out a small cough before he tried to smile when she started to laugh. He should have stuck to smelling the spices instead of tasting them too.

"Thank you, but I don't think I'll try anymore." Nodding towards Grimsby, Eric shook the lady's hand before he moved over towards the next stall.

They weren't going to be at the market for much longer, just a few more stalls and then they would be making their way back to the palace. Something caught in the back of Eric's throat again at the thought of leaving without seeing the mysterious girl again that he had bumped into. There was something about her that made him want to smile and had his stomach doing summer saults. If he left here without at least knowing her name, he might not bump into her again and Eric didn't know if he could handle that.

For what felt like the tenth time in the past hour, he scanned his eyes around the market. His height let him see above the sea of people bustling past him and he tried to find her in the crowd.

His footsteps intentionally slowed but he could feel his lips curling upwards when his eyes focused in on those long waves of hair and that pale dress that stood out in the sea of yellow and blues. Eric watched her with slight confusion as she slowly pushed a bottle back towards whoever was holding it in front of her. She had a smile on her face that looked forced and made Eric's shoulders slump down while his eyes followed her trying to weave around the stranger to get away.

Was she alright?

"You're far too pretty to be wandering around here alone, you should come with me." It sounded more of a command than a request and it made (Y/n)'s muscles tense and a shiver riveted down her spine when he leaned closer once again. She reached out her hand and pressed her palm to his chest to stop him from getting any closer before she tried to turn away and leave.

She only got two steps away before fingers latched around her wrist like iron cuffs locking onto her and it made her freeze in place.

"Don't walk away from me."

(Y/n) found herself being pulled behind him and for a few seconds she stayed stunned into silence as he yanked her arm to get her to follow him in the opposite direction of the market. But when her strength came flooding back to her and an icicle of fear set in her stomach, (Y/n) dug her heels into the dirt and pulled back.

"Please let go." His grip only got tighter and (Y/n) could feel the bruises already burning beneath his calloused fingers.

"Come on."

Reaching out, (Y/n) grabbed at his wrist to try and free his hold on her but it only made his grip tighten until she couldn't feel the tips of her fingers anymore. But with her body tense and stiff as a board, he wasn't able to drag her any further.

When his free hand moved towards her, (Y/n) thought for a moment that he was about to hit her and she flinched but nothing came at her. A shriek left her lips when his hand moved instead to the lower hem of her dress. She wasn't sure whether he was trying to rip her dress, pull it up to expose her undergarmants or if he wanted to try and drag her away by her dress. Whatever he was trying to do, he was met with resistance as (Y/n) kicked him.

"No- no get off!"

A haze of blue shrouded (Y/n)'s vision and she stumbled back when something came between her and her attacker- no, not something, someone.

Her feet scuffed beneath her and she tumbled back until an arm hooked around the front of her waist and a large but soft hand clamped around her hip to hold her steady. (Y/n) reached her hands out and grabbed the arm in front of her, holding onto it for dear life as she steadied herself so she didn't fall to the floor.

Red was all Eric could see when he thundered down the dirt path just as the strange man grabbed his mysterious girl's dress and tried to pull it up. Eric didn't know what he said, words tumbled from his mouth but white noise was blurring in his ears as his eyes focused on his girl.

Rage and a newfound protective feeling surged through Eric the moment he reached her. He couldn't seem to stop, he had been running away from Grimsby and down to them both at such a fast pace that when he got to them, he was going too fast. His body collided with the stranger and accidentally knocked into the girl at the same time, causing her to fall backwards and her wrist to be yanked free of the man's aggressive hold.

Eric turned his head for a split second in her direction and his arm latched out around her waist, plastering to her chest as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hip to stop her from hitting the ground. He could feel her shaking when her fingers grasped at his upper arm and shoulder and that was all he needed for the rage to take over again.

(Y/n) pressed her forehead into Eric's shoulder and glued her front up against his back that was rigid and stooped over like he was about to pounce. His hand seemed to get tighter around her hip but it was a comforting tightness, assuring her he wasn't going anywhere and he nudged her until she was fully behind him.

He became a human shield, anything that wanted to get to her had to go through him first.

"The lady said no." Each word was laboured and forced out with harsh breaths and a hoarse voice. He sounded so different than he did earlier, there was no sugar in his voice and no smile on his face. His words were menacing, threatening and daring.

"Huh, what lady-" The man tried to gain back his own breath but when he took a step forward and his head tilted to see who had gotten in the way, his heart lurched into his throat. "Y-your Highness..." His jaw hung open but he couldn't seem to say anything else, all he could do was tremble in his shoes.

Highness?

As (Y/n) tilted her head so she could perch her chin on her saviour's shoulder, she could feel her own blood draining from her head and rushing down to her stomach. Eric. He was the Prince she had never clapped eyes on before, her knight in shining armour was in fact his Higness the Prince who was usually away at sea. She had walked into the Prince this morning and then he had come to her rescue when he didn't have to.

"Sir, I- I didn't-"

"Leave. Before I have you arrested." Eric straightened up to his full height until he towered over the two people in front and behind him.

His chest heaved but he puffed out his chest and tensed his shoulders so the girl was fully behind him, unable to be stared at by her attacker. His head tilted to the side and his voice was slow and gruff, he wasn't in the mood to hear hollow apologies. He was in the mood to throw the man in the cells and have him rot in there or to reach out and punch him like he almost did until he felt the girl behind him tightening her hands on his arm.

Eric had never so much as hit someone before, let alone punch or get into a brawl or a fight and it wouldn't do him any good to start now. He was always calm and composed and made his mother proud, she wouldn't be pleased if he started a fight, even if it was to defend someone. And he didn't want the first day he met this girl to be where he started a fight.

The moment he was out of sight, tripping and scuttling back down the dirt path, Eric finally let his body relax and his shoulders slouched before he turned around.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened as she stared up at the Prince, unable to find anything to say, but she didn't need to. He moved before she could try to talk, his hand that had become frozen on her hip slowly moved until he was cradling her wrist in the palm of his hand. When his other hand cupped her jaw, (Y/n) felt her knees caving in.

"Are you alright?"

"I think so... I- if I knew I'd bumped into the Prince earlier I would-"

"I don't think it matters who I am, I'm more interested in knowing your name." Eric's thumb slowly brushed over the back of her wrist that was already starting to bruise and was lucky not to be broken.

He knew he should have removed his hand from her face but something within him prevented him from moving away. All he could do was brush her jaw with his thumb and stare into her eyes that looked like the midnight sky.

"(Y/n)." She could barely breathe when he leaned down to rest his temple against hers.

"Well then, (Y/n)... would you like to spend the day with me?"

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