#╰ m.flores. ╱ gwendolyn greaves !

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it endears him to watch the innocent confusion flicker across such lovely features, but more than anything it intrigues him. he was raised to be nothing more than a political pawn when his father was king, to be used as the man pleased. his own father had marrie dhim off the same way gwen had become betrothed, and a life of such complexities and expectations had turned him cynical. with her, it seemed to do the complete opposite. it was what fascinated him most about her, what drew him in aside from her obvious beauty. he relishes in the soft flush of her cheeks, at the sheer disbelief she seems to be in as though he hasn't spent weeks being more flirtatious with her than he had been with anyone since his wife died. he can't quite help the smirk his mouth tugs into, amusement gathering as he maintains her eye contact. "but you do." his cock is slowly hardening, the closeness to her as well as the possibility of something more quickening the process. he reaches for one of her hands that isn't hlding the sheet so tight, thumb stroking over the back of it. he then moves her hand down between his legs, over the thickening bulge of his cock. "this is what you do to me." he steps closer again, gaze burning into hers as the tension grows taut between them. "i've planned a meeting with your father. he and i are going to discuss our terms, and by the time we're done you are going to be my betrothed. mine to breed an heir into. mine." he breathes it possessively, his want for her clear in the husky tone of his voice as his other hand reaches out to gently rest against her hip. "you would be my queen."

𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦. or maybe she was simply not understanding his meanings. hearing him say he was in peril made her confused— there was no rush or panic in his voice, but that wasn't even where the strangeness laid, the fact that he had come to her for aid was unnerving on it's own. or maybe it was the way he was looking at her. those eyes were enticing, enchanting, dangerous. why wasn't she feeling safe? he was the king, after all. she was there to marry his son, if there was anyone who could feel safe inside that kingdom, that someone should be her. still, before she could react or walk any further, he blocks her path... and the words leaving his lips elicit a small gasp from hers, cheeks becoming impossibly flustered as she felt the air thickening around them. "your grace, please," she pleaded, softy, voice low just meant for the two of them to hear. she was well aware of what would seem like to have someone walking in on them, or trying to open her door just to find it locked. no one would speak of the king, of course, but she would be ruined, the alliance would be severed, their kingdoms surely at war, or at the brink of it. still, she couldn't deny her body responded to his advances, an unfamiliar feeling settling between her thighs at the sheer proximity. "i don't know what you mean, your grace. i hold no effect over you," her breath heaved as she took a step back, distancing herself from the imposing man. "i am to marry your son, your grace. is that not the deal you have made with my father? is this not the duty i've come to fulfill? to marry him and birth an heir to your kingdom? i shouldn't have any bearings over how you feel. please, my king."

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mikael was often willing to do whatever was needed to ensure his kingdom would remain power. he'd married his late wife out of duty to his country rather than any love held for the woman, he'd thought much the same would be fine for his sons, but with her he found himself unable to follow his own advice. he wanted, enough so that he'd planned on sneaking inside just to watch her sleep, indulge in the sight of her for a moment or two. he hadn't expect to find her awake, let alone naked. he stills in the doorway for a few moments, eyes running over the delicate features hidden by the sheet. "princess." he greets finally, eyes still caught on her frame as he closes the door behind him, turning the key to lock it as he huffs in amusement. "no, i don't wish that at all. had i known i would have found you like this, i would have come here the first morning you arrived."

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 : gwendolyn greaves westwood , crown princess , early twenties .  𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 : gwendolyn was promised to be married to another kingdom in exchange for peace , she is already living in her new palace , awaiting for the impending marriage , but unbeknownst to her , the king has become enchanted with her and is far from willing to let her marry his son . 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : males / the king / age gap . 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : historical , tudor era-ish . 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 : all , written using beta , but can make it legacy upon request ! let me know if you’d rather continue this thread on discord that i’ll add you.

𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗞𝗦 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 . the only one who came into her chambers so early in the morning was her chamber maid , someone she had quite hit it off with , but for all that is holy , she did not expect the king . how was she supposed to ? the man was imposing and intimidating , she had met with him briefly before , and talked even less . now there he was , what did he want ? " your majesty , i , " she wasn't finding the right words , she wasn't finding words at all . her knuckles were surely white from gripping on the sheet . " i did not expect your visit , sir . had i known , i'd woken up earlier and called the chamber maid to help me put on something proper . won't you wish i do so ? you can wait on the adjacent room if you feel so inclined ? "

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his mouth tugs slowly into the slightest of smiles at her reaction. he had enjoyed learning of her easy innocence when she'd first come to his court, loved learning that it wasn't the act that some other ladies liked to put on. it was real, those doe eyes bright and enchanting each time she asked a question or made a sweet statement. it's even more enticing now that they're wholly alone, his son far from her side and no one to interrupt them. "you could say that. or rather, you could say that i'm in peril." he walks further into her bedroom, brown eyes failing to stray from her own even if it down slip to how tight she was clutching the sheet, how he wishes she would just let it fall and allow him to see what he's spent plenty of nights fantasizing about. nights where he'd ended up with a hand around his cock, thoughts of her running rampant. "i'm in terrible danger of doing something i shouldn't with you." he stops at the side of her bed before she can move to find some privacy. "do you truly not know the effect you have on me? i've wanted to see you like this for weeks now --- though i did not picture the sheet covering you in my dreams. "

𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦, maybe not in the way he meant them, however that might be. still, the way her heart was fluttering inside her chest, the way her knuckles gripped the bed sheets above her chest as she watched him. he had a look about him. what was it? it was almost predatory, and despite being covered up, gwendolyn felt stripped naked, bare. she looked at the way he turned the key on the lock, officially locking them both inside and preventing anyone else from getting in. surely he was aware of what that would look like. why was the king doing that? didn't he know it was unassuming for a man, even a king, to visit a lady's chambers unaccompanied? "your grace? what do you mean? why have you locked the door? are we in peril?" her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. someone could easily say gwen was naïve, after all, just as any other noblewoman she didn't know much of life. "i should— i should put something on, my king, it is not becoming of me to be in your presence under dressed like this." she made motion to get out of the bed, pulling the sheets along with her.