[Please say if reading. Medieval AU. Omega John (19). Alpha Sherlock (22)] John looked at his parents as they sat in the carriage. His mother and father, Queen Salina Watson and King Alexander Watson, were always strict with him, and here he was, at the age of nineteen and being shipped off to England to be married. His parents had come of course, leaving his sister in charge back in Scotland, he knew things they didn't about her. His parents were also traditionalists, so he was lean for his age, not being allowed to fight and had grown up taking many different lessons. He had only presented the year before, something that happened sometimes, because of stress which he had plenty of. It was also around the time that the English King died, making his youngest son as family Alpha and next King. They arrived at the palace and John was helped out of the carriage, the blue dress he wore falling to the ground as he looked down, closing his eyes, though they couldn't be seen as he had a vail over the upper part of his face, as he was lead in. His parents liked presenting him in the way they did in Scotland, so he had been starved for a week to be the smallest he could be. He didn't know if he would even like the King, let alone want to marry him without a choice.
