I was going to put this in my j-fashion/ general fashion blog I started up and only occasionally use, but the only people who can truly appreciate the niche reference is my fellow BMP stans on Tumblr. No one loved a half-up braided hairstyle quite like MC.
Title - It Was Impossible
Fanfic - Be My Princess
Characters - Prince Edward and MC
Theme - Angst
Description - Just a little angsty thing I wrote Iâve been wanting to do for like a week. Itâs Edward and MC wishing to be together but canât due to âdestinyâ having other plans and such. I know thereâs no fandom anymore, this is more just for me, but if youâre reading I hope you enjoy!
Edward POV
Watching her from across the ballroom caused such pain and yearning, it was so difficult to contain myself, to prevent myself from simply walking over to her and embrace her. Every smile. Every laugh. Every gesture she made caused my heart to skip a beat. She was so beautiful. All I wanted was her. Only her. I didnât want any of the women my parents had picked for me. They just werenât made for me. She was. She was the one I was meant to find. She was my rose. I knew this the moment I met her.
Louis was the only one by my side that night who could fully understand what I was feeling. He stayed ever loyal to me. Helping me through the hurt. The crushing pain in my chest daily knowing our love could never be.
How could we have ended it like that? Why couldnât we be together? She was my destiny and I would climb mountains, fight lions and bears to be with her. To see her smile like that. To hear her laugh. We could easily fight the system. To be together. Forever. I didnât care if she didnât believe in me, I believed in us. Who said the stars had written our destiny already? Surely it was up to us to decide. She was brought into my life for a reason and the reason wasnât to simply leave me. I was meant to find her.
I fought for her. Day in and day out. However, in the end, she walked away. She never fully explained why she didnât want to at least try. Being the gentleman I was, I wasnât going to force her. If she wished to leave, then that was her choice.
I heard Louis whisper my name and I knew this would be the last time I saw her. I nodded to my butler, gave one last look at my forbidden rose and turned to continue the life of a prince. Heading over to the woman my parents had picked for me.
It wasnât impossible, my love. I am sorry you felt that way.
 MC POV
I knew he was watching me but I didnât care. I had to resist my own hearts urge, the one dragging and pulling me towards Prince Edward. As much as I wished that I could be with him, there was no way in Hell that could happen. I tried to stop my heart from falling. It was a miserable attempt as I fell hard and fast. His sweet words, his heart of pure gold and yet fierce passion for love had me on my knees within days. I didnât hide my feelings, never denied them. It wasnât a secret I tried to hide, why would I?
When I realised and he confessed his own feelings, I decided to at least try. However, destiny was a funny thing. It simply wasnât meant to be. Was I meant to meet Edward? Maybe. Only mother earth knew that answer. But I knew our destinies were not intertwined in that way. The world had other plans for me.
But was it all lost? Could I have maybe fought through this plan to be with the man I loved? The only man I loved? MaybeâŠI shook my head and downed my drink, attempting to ease the scolding pain in my chest. All I wished to do was run and hide. To sob my heart out for hours until I physically could produce no more. Zain reminded me that I couldnât as he took the glass carefully from my hand. I had to keep a level head as I talked to the parliament of Nobel. This wasnât the time.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Edward being redirected to his parents with a beautiful young lady. His future wife. His butler Louis gave me one last glance as he, also, turned his back on this path we all wished we could have taken. It was as if I could feel the strings of fate attached to us being cut in that instant. It wasnât my choice.
âI am glad you decided correct my dear, marrying my son will only better the kingdom for your grandfather, Lord Michelâ the head of parliament sneered at me. I shoved down my feelings and smiled kindly back at him in agreement.