— royalty, soulmates, and enemies to lovers. —
Bucky’s world fell apart when everything glowed, flooding and bursting with yellow and red and warmth and— and him.
The words of the girls next to him became fainter as he watched him walk, shaking a hand, bumping his fist against another’s, grinning and striding through the palace cockily like he owned the damn place when he hadn’t even been invited. But there was nothing Bucky could do. Tonight was an exception to the raging war between the two territories, because tonight, they celebrated the annual banquet of peace. So all Bucky could do was watch—watch him walk, watch him smile, watch him exist. And when he finally reached Bucky, he brushed right past him without even giving him a second glance.
So it was true. Only he could see the world in colour. Only he knew that he’d met his soulmate. And now it was up to him, his decision to either complete the bond or abandon it, leaving his soulmate colourless for eternity, staying unbonded, encouraging the cold, not the warmth that swirled in his vision. He knew the right thing to do was to share the warmth.
But of course, nothing was ever that simple. Because this wasn’t just a typical duke, knight, or soldier. This was Prince Tony Stark of Manhattios, who was attempting to take over his land.
Of course Bucky’s soulmate would be his biggest enemy.
