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Importance of Cleaning Upholstered Furniture

The cozy upholstered furniture in your home adds elegance and comfort to your living space. In time, upholstered furniture may accumulate dust, dirt, allergens, and potentially hazardous materials.

Regularly cleaning upholstered furniture ensures a hygienic and clean living space. In this blog, we'll look at the dangers hidden in upholstered furniture and the significance of regular cleaning to maintain a clean house.

Why is Cleaning Upholstered Furniture Important?

Dust Mites and Allergens

Upholstered furniture is a perfect place for dust mites to live, microbes that thrive in humid and warm areas. They are attracted by dead skin cells and generate allergens, which can cause breathing problems and allergies.

It is the perfect time to employ a Couch Cleaning Service Melbourne for deep furniture cleaning, such as couches. This will help eliminate dust mites, their waste, and allergens. This reduces the chance of allergic reactions and improves indoor air quality.

Mould and Mildew Growth

In addition, spills, moisture, and high humidity levels could cause mildew and mould in the growth of upholstered furniture. The fungi not only emit unpleasant odours but also present dangers to health, especially for people suffering from respiratory ailments. When you have professional couch cleaning Melbourne, it targets moisture and removes mould and mildew, stopping their growth and creating the cleanliness and health of your living area.

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Pet Dander and Odours

If you've got furry companions living in your house, Their presence could contribute to the build-up of pet fur, dander and smells found in upholstery furniture. The odour of pet fur is a well-known allergen that can trigger reactions in allergic people.

The upholstery cleaning services Melbourne can remove pet dander, hair, and persistent odours by using the most effective upholstery cleaning techniques, giving your furniture a fresh look furniture, and making it a more welcoming living space.

Stains and Spills

Stains and spills that happen accidentally can happen even on upholstery furniture. If they are not dealt with, stainings can be permanent, attracting dirt and grime as time passes.

A professional upholstery cleaning company such as 99 Degree Steam Cleaning Services has the experience to deal with various types of stains, employing specialized techniques and methods to get rid of any tough stains and make your furniture look and feel clean.

Restoration of Fabric Integrity

The constant use of your furniture, the exposure to the sun and the general wear and tear may cause damage to the upholstery of your furniture. In addition, over time, dust and oils can wear into the fabric and cause it to wear out and shed its initial beauty.

Upholstered furniture cleaning eliminates harmful particles, keeping your furniture's structural integrity and ensuring it is in good condition for many years.

Health Risks of Unclean Upholstery

Upholstery that is not properly maintained can cause health dangers. As mentioned previously, dust mites can be a frequent allergen that can trigger symptoms that include itching, sneezing, and eye-watering.

Mildew and mould can lead to asthma, allergies, or even infection in people with weak immune systems. Fur and pet dander may aggravate asthma-related allergy symptoms.

Furthermore, upholstery that is not cleaned can have germs, bacteria and viruses that could contribute to health issues. The Carpet Steam Cleaning Melbourne effectively removes these risks to health and ensures a clean living space.

When Should You Call a Professional Upholstery Cleaning Service?

The most frequently asked question is when furniture needs to be cleaned professionally. Although the frequency can vary depending on the factors that influence it, such as how often the furniture is used, the household members (including pets) and the amount of soiling, it's generally suggested to have a professional clean your furniture at least every 9 to 18 months. If you're looking for a professional upholstery Cleaning Botanic Ridge or the surrounding areas Contact us right now.

A regular cleaning schedule not only guarantees getting rid of dirt, stains, allergens, and dust, but it also extends the lifespan of your furniture. If you adhere to a routine maintenance schedule, you will keep the appearance and durability of your furniture. It will also create an airy and welcoming space in your home.

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Do not let hidden hazards within your furniture's upholstery compromise the hygiene and safety of your house. A professional upholstery cleaning service is necessary to remove dust mites, mould, allergens, stains, pet dander, and odours. This will result in an environment that is healthier and improve the quality of indoor air.

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Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen

Part 1: Ear Cleaning

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering. Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 1936 words.

A/N: From popular demand, I'll post the fic here too. Enjoy! :3

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Sukuna walked through the corridors illuminated by the dark sun that ruled among the kingdoms. His long, heavy footsteps made the marble floor rumble under his weight. His sharp profile, tattooed shoulders and large body, contrasted by the reddish sky of the cursed land, terrifying any small human who encountered him. He was a king who could control anything thanks to the terror that his large body and absolute power conveyed. He had the power on his hands to kill whatever and whenever he wanted like an omnipotent god, but he liked to watch his rats run from one side to the other to obey his mercy. It amused him to play with his servants to the point of making them cry, tremble or, in extreme cases, commit suicide. He had plenty of servants, so he could afford to kill as many as he wanted. The poor uniformed humans trembled if his dark eyes rested on them. They all tried to dodge him at all costs to avoid performing tasks that involved being near him, especially cleaning his ears. 

Being a monster with senses sharpened to the max, he hated having his ears touched, but it was necessary for him to clean them to have his five senses ready for any battle. He is not someone ticklish, but his ears are the most sensitive part of his entire body. He could clean his own ears himself, but what kind of almighty, omnipotent king would clean his own ears when others could do it?

His eyes navigated through the long and endless corridors of the terrifying castle where he lived with all his subjects. The king's home was a place where darkness, cold, and uncertainty dominated the atmosphere. Even though it was surrounded by luxuries, it felt more like a secret attic than a castle fit for a king. Silver chandeliers, red candles parading on the walls and furniture upholstered with exotic fabrics from around the world decorated each room that was commonly surrounded by portraits made by hundreds of artists who feared for their lives. 

His predatory eyes sought out the first poor servant that crossed his path. He heard the bristles of a broom being scrubbed against the floor. Sukuna spotted a small figure sweeping one of the guest rooms. There you were, humming a song softly from your childhood as you made the broom dance from side to side. You were so focused on your task that you didn't notice the king standing dangerously close to you. As you turned around, you suddenly bumped into his imposing body, giving you a mini heart attack. Dressed in elegant robes, gold rings on each finger and with a wicked grin on his face, he was looking at you as if you were a despicable creature he could get rid of in the blink of an eye. 

You are the youngest and most inexperienced servant in the entire castle. You had not been living there for more than two months, so your direct interactions with the king had been few. Sukuna saw you from head to toe. He remembered you perfectly from the day he met you. Your neatly combed pigtails with two white bows showed off your innocence, the corset accentuated your small waist and the long brown skirt covered your promising legs. He accepted it, you were cute. Other than that, you were a disgusting human like everyone else, but there was something about you that caught his attention. Sukuna didn't know exactly what it was that you had. For the time being, he would continue to treat you as you deserved for being a nasty rat. Immediately, you knelt before your majesty. Your head rested in your hands against the freshly swept floor, your fingers barely touching his feet because of the closeness. 

“Are you having fun?” Sukuna asked, sarcastic. 

“No, my king,” you answered quickly, avoiding making eye contact. 

Sukuna placed one of his bare feet on your back. The oppressive weight crushed you against the cold floor. You prayed inwardly that your bones wouldn't start to creak. You bit your lower lip and closed your eyes tightly to avoid letting out a moan of pain. Having satisfied his need to make the new maid see who her master is, he removed his foot from your agonized back. You took a deep breath to fill your lungs with air again. 

“To my room. Now,” he ordered without deigning to look at you before leaving the room. You remained on the floor, slowly catching your breath. A metal taste touched your tongue. You bit your lower lip so hard that it was bleeding. 

This was the first time he ordered something directly from you. Usually you followed Uraume's general instructions like everyone else. You sat up slowly to regain what little balance you had left. You followed him to his room as he had ordered. Your heart was going to burst out of your chest from how nervous you were. As your small steps echoed like a pleasant trickle in the gloom, the servants came out of their hiding spots to quickly sign you in. They wished you the best of luck and that you would make it out of his room alive. That only put more pressure on you. 

You entered your majesty's luxurious room. Your eyes were fascinated to see so many extravagances in one place. Crystal chandeliers, rugs made of exotic animals and gold decorative pieces. All the furniture was precisely designed to suit his majesty's tastes and everything was neatly arranged. Unlike the rest of the castle, his room was a museum full of expensive artworks that the average person could not even imagine existed. 

The great fearsome monster was reclining on a red satin-covered divan. His eyes were closed, his four arms crossed over his broad chest and his legs barely touched the floor due to his impressive height. You approached him carefully so as not to ruin his peace. Next to the divan was a wooden cabinet with all the necessary tools to groom him thoroughly.

“Clean my ears,” he ordered in a gruff voice, cocking his head over the rest for you to begin immediately. “You better do a good job,” he threatened you. You swallowed dryly because it would be the first time you would touch his majesty and if you did it wrong, the last.

You took out the necessary instruments to carry out the task. You knelt in front of his head. As expected, the king smelled exquisite. It was strong, woody, and addictive. His pink hair was soft to the touch, but you tried to avoid touching it so as not to muss it. You dedicated yourself to cleaning the outside of his ear with a swab, concentrating on the helix and the back of the ear. Your hands were delicate around his sensitive ears and the friction did not bother him because it was minimal and warm. Sukuna's body began to relax as time passed. If he didn’t focus, he could fall asleep. 

Sukuna felt a shiver run down his back as you stuck a small wooden spatula into his ear to remove the excess earwax that prevented him from hearing well. You carefully dug so as not to hurt him. You could feel his discomfort in the way he squeezed his eyelids with each movement you made.

“Let me know if I get too deep, my king,” you said with a shaky voice. 

“Just do your damn job,” he answered grudgingly.

You continued cleaning his ear little by little. The task was not as complicated as you thought, but you could not let your guard down with a king who can decide your fate with a snap of his fingers. After wiping the outside with absorbent cotton, you were finally done with the first ear. Sukuna was falling asleep until you asked him if he could lie down on his opposite side so you could proceed with his other ear. He did so with a grunt of annoyance, as he was very comfortable on that side, while the couch creaked under the weight.

You took a deep breath. All you had to do was repeat what you had already done, and you would finish the task alive. You watched mesmerized as Sukuna's tattooed chest rose and fell from his steady breathing. Sukuna let out a whimper as soon as you stuck the spatula in too far. You already felt your throat being slit for a simple mistake. 

“Be careful! Can’t you do something so simple?” He grumbled. 

You apologized immediately and continued on your task as you lowered your head in fear. “Damn humans,” he thought with a frown. As soon as your magic fingers touched his ear, he got over his anger and returned to the oasis of relaxation where he left off. 

Sukuna let out a yawn as soon as you finished. A proud smile of your own escaped your lips. You had survived your first direct order. You glanced at the time on the large gold clock hanging over the door. It was getting late, and you had to get back to the kitchen soon to help with the dinner preparations. You returned the utensils to their respective places and got up to politely leave the place. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sukuna asked you as he got up from the couch to move to his giant bed. “Massage my head,” he ordered once again. You nodded obediently. 

His majesty's bed was lined with the softest fabrics in the world. The silk pillows were engraved with the flags of the kingdom, the blankets were of pure wool and the mattress appeared to be made of goose feathers. Sukuna's heavy head was on your comfortable lap. Your soft thighs were softer than her own pillows. Your magic fingers massaged his temples in circles. You could hear him purring subtly like a contented kitten, even though he was physically not as cute as one.

Before long, Sukuna was fast asleep. Seeing his eyes closed and his light breathing, you decided to go with the other servants to continue your work. As soon as you got off the bed, he left his heat provider on his side. Before you could continue your way to the exit, you heard that terrible voice behind you.

“Who told you could leave?” You froze in place and turned to face him. His red eyes looked at you with disdain, more on the terrifying side. “Come here,” your heart did a backflip when you heard that command. 

More than an order, it ended up being a warning. He pulled you by the white apron to capture you in his four strong arms. The warmth of his body and yours merged, causing the temperature to rise between you. Your body began to sweat from nerves. You didn't know what his intention was with you. You had never been with a man like this before, let alone a tyrant twice your size. All worry disappeared from your mind as he began to stroke your body slowly, taking care not to scratch you with his long black claws. 

Slowly, you could feel on your back as his majesty fell asleep. Sukuna did not snore as you thought he would. He let out a fainter, quieter sound, it was almost like a kitten with a stuffy nose. His arms around your waist and shoulders, his heavy breathing and comfortable chest encouraged you to fall asleep. “His majesty's orders,” you thought so you wouldn't feel so guilty about falling asleep.

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I posted this 1906 home in Cincinnati, Ohio a while ago, and it didn't sell. Now, it's back on the market again. 4bds, 3ba, $299,900. I thought that they would've used the time off the market to put their stuff in storage and have it staged. They didn't. Take a look- do you think it will sell this time?

Welcome to the house of maximalism. I like the pony wall and columns at the entrance to the sitting room.

In the entrance hall outside the sitting room.

But, there's just so much stuff! Didn't the realtor tell them? Are those pocket doors on the left?

Good Golly, Miss Molly, look at the dining room. Setting the table was totally unnecessary.

This bathroom! It has huge upholstered seat w/pillows and bolsters, plus a TV.

This is the kitchen. My friend just sold her house and the realtor told her to have NOTHING on the kitchen counters.

Would you believe this is the laundry room? I didn't realize it until I noticed the washer and dryer.

This is the guest powder room. How does she clean all of this?

The 2nd fl. bedrooms and baths.

The primary bedroom is jam packed.

This smaller secondary bedroom is so packed you can just make your way to the bed.

Bathroom #3. I used to get a catalog called "Touch of Class" that had this kind of decor and it looks like they bought everything in it.

This looks like a spare room.

Here we are up in the attic. I think that this is just extra furniture. Maybe they own a store?

Look. Why would there be a dining set up here?

Unless this is stuff that they no longer like or that they rotate.

The home is on a small lot and the realtor doesn't even give the square footage.

There isn't much of a yard b/c there's a big driveway.

There's a bit more yard on the side of the garage.

If you'd like to peruse the Touch of Class catalog, here's the link.

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The King's Queen - chapter 9

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Prince Javier of the Balearic Islands has always known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps to be the caring and steadfast king that his people deserve. What he did not know is that he would be stepping into the next phase of his life alongside a woman he has never met before - and amidst a rocky sea of unusual circumstances of every kind.

Rating: M for Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 10.7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Lots of mystery related content this chapter, so no warnings in order to guard against spoilers! Summary: As the weeks progress, the investigation into King Miguel's death is stalling out. Until an unexpected conversation renews your suspicions about a particular member of court. Notes: We're winding down toward the end of this story, folx and thank you all so, so much for reading! It will probably be one more chapter and an epilogue -- so for now have a gif of Lucas and Javi for ✨atmosphere✨

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8

In the weeks following, the palace falls into a rhythm. The ongoing investigation is the dark cloud that covers the planning of the royal wedding and coronation, but life goes on. You've accompanied Javi on multiple public outings as Crowned Princess now and the press coverage does seem to be reasonably positive. Maisie and Gabriela have made a few gossip headlines along with you, including one tabloid photo of the three of you visiting a recently opened café owned by two young women in downtown Palma. The photo op had been chosen very strategically by your brother working together with the palace's security team, and you had insisted that the business they selected for the three of you to patronize needed to meet certain standards. The small shop had served you one of the most fantastic lunches you had ever had, and you were sure to tell the women so. The photo of you savoring your crema catalana had gone up on your official royal Instagram account that night.

You're settling in, is really what it comes down to, and at Javi's encouragement you've decided to clean up a room in the palace that hasn't been used much in the last few decades to turn into your receiving room. The Queen's office is one thing. That's a separate space in the working wing of the house, and your brother's office is adjacent to it. But a room for you to receive guests in or have meetings in...it's something that the palace hasn't needed since Javi's mother passed away.

“Your Highness, the furniture movers have arrived.” Despite having an abundance of nicknames for you growing up, and being your brother, Sebastian insisted on making sure that during working hours he addresses you by your title rather than any nickname. Wanting there to be no slip ups in protocol, or for visiting dignitaries to believe that they could also address the future Queen so informally.

“Thank you, Sebastian.” The room had been emptied of its former furniture set and divested of its previous rugs and trinkets. The fireplace had been scrubbed and all of that. Curtains taken away to be replaced with the set that you had chosen. Now the team from the palace steward’s office will be bringing in that expansive set of blue velvet upholstered walnut wood pieces, with their silver accents and silver-embroidered curtains to match. It will be your space and yours alone, just the way you like it. Even the paintings that are going up for decor were your choice, and the collection of Spanish impressionists that will hang on the walls is stunning.

"Of course." He smiles slightly and nods his head in deference to your position. "They have also located a rug for the space, I have told them to bring that first for your approval." The storage for the palace holds all of the furnishing through the years.

Just as he defers to your title during working hours, you’ve kept yourself to using his full name during those times as well, not wanting any rumours to build around why you hired your brother for this position — or even fuel the incredibly stupid theory that went around at first that he isn’t your brother at all. Some tabloid had printed that they thought he was your secret lover but thankfully that had gone nowhere with the people. You look far too much alike for anyone to not realize you’re related. “Do we know when Maisie and Gabriela are due back from their appointments?” Your ladies had gone into Palma for something that you hadn’t quite caught the explanation for but you’re hoping they will be back before dinner. The two women really have become you close friends in almost no time at all. And you’ve noticed a little bit of flustering on your brother’s part around Gabriela that is very sweet.

Sebastian looks down at the tablet in his hands and checks the calendar. Any appointments your ladies in waiting have are also kept by him so he can inform you. "They will be returning to the palace in thirty minutes."

“You are a font of useful information.” And you’re so incredibly glad that he’s here. Having someone nearby who just knows you as a person — what makes you tick and what makes you anxious — on staff is so helpful.

He smirks and holds up the tablet. "You just like me for my schedule." He teases playfully.

“Honestly?” You waggle your eyebrows at him, aware that until the movers from the steward’s office come into the room, the only people who will see or hear this interaction are the security officers watching the cameras that have been discreetly installed around the room. “I’m starting to see why so Dad was mad that I stole you away.”

"You understand and appreciate my work." Sebastian smirks, preening slightly. "Dad's new assistant isn't completely incompetent, but apparently he's not me and that infuriates the old man."

“C’est la vie, I guess. That’s why you should always appreciate the people who make your life easier.” As if on cue, a set of four workers from the steward’s office appear. They’re toting an enormous rug with them and look a little apprehensive.

“Y-Your highness?” The first man holding the rug bows his head. “This was – for your approval? If you do not approve, we will carry it back to the storage.”

“I’m sure you’ve made a wonderful choice.” And considering you know next to nothing about rugs, you’re willing to bet that they made a decision far more educated than yours would be. “Will you let it out, please? I’m very excited to see your choice.”

There’s a grateful smile on the third man and they begin to quickly unroll the rug. “It, uh, the blues and silvers in the rug could work with the furniture.” The first man explains.

"Then it will be perfect." You and Sebastian step back to give the men room, and soon enough the enormous Turkish carpet is rolled out to reveal its intricate patterns and subtle colors. It's exactly the right thing to bring warmth to a room that was once stark whites and ladylike pinks and pale greens, and you smile gratefully. Your color palette is slightly more robust than the last queen's, but there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, this piece will be what ties the room together. "Que maravillosa," you hum, seeing it all laid out. "Gentlemen, you have made the perfect selection. I could not have done better myself."

The pride that filters out from the men's faces would make Sebastian think that you had just knighted them. He hides a small smile and nods, stepping forward. "I think that it is safe to say that the Queen will keep the rug that you have chosen with her upmost gratitude." He tells him.

“We will return shortly with the first truck of furniture.” The seeming leader of the group tells you, bowing his head politely before he herds the others out to the hallway. They have two large, motorized hand trucks to bring down the king palace hallway and then they will arrange the pieces to their princess’ satisfaction.

"They chose well." Sebastain comments as he examines the plush rug. "Almost as if they were eager to please the crowned princess or something." He has felt the love the palace staff have started to extend to you, finding less pushback on his requests than he had once expected.

“I’m grateful it hasn’t been difficult,” you admit, smiling softly as your engagement ring winks in the late morning sun. “Javi is already having a hard enough time with the investigation still ongoing. I can’t imagine if he was fighting pushback in the press, too.”

"They still have found nothing substantial, and the King is growing impatient." He nods. glancing around to make sure no one else has come into the morning room.

“Remarkably, the investigation seems to conclude that it may have been accidental.” You keep your voice low as well. “But I still find that conclusion…unsettling.”

"As do I." Your brother hums, even if he agrees quietly.

The men from the steward’s office stay with you for the better part of an hour. It turns out that moving the furniture about takes seemingly no effort at all when it’s done by four men who could probably bench press you, and soon the seams of 1920s artisan-made study furniture is set precisely around the room in the perfect way to make it look nonchalant yet elegant. You didn’t even know furniture could look nonchalant, but now there is an art deco chaise lounge in your morning room ready to prove you wrong.

"Should I have tea and a light snack brough in?" Sebastain asks, knowing that you would want to settle into the room, get a feel for her. "I have some paperwork that needs attending, and you have nothing on your schedule until after lunch."

“Bring me everything you need me to sign,” you sigh dramatically in resignation but flash your brother a grin. “And if you could ask the kitchen for a tea tray, I would be eternally grateful.” In the last few weeks, the palace chef has gotten the contents of your personal tea tray down to a science, and you swore up and down to Javi that night that this is true luxury. Having your favourite snacks on hand at all times is what it’s all about.

"As you wish, your highness." Sebastian bows gracefully and sends you a small wink before sailing out of the room.

The room is better than you had envisioned it would be. The paintings are light and bright and bring a sense of invitation to the art deco furniture. It's a mix of styles so it doesn't feel too stuffy, making the room feel a little bit more personable. You sit down at the writing desk by the fireplace, admiring the elaborate carvings and the personalized touches. The men from the steward's office had also come in with a case of your personal stationary and a set of the pens that had been ordered with the emblem of the Crowned Princess of Mallorca on them. It had all been very overwhelming at first, but you're starting to settle in to it. One sheet of stationery and one of the pens find their way out of their cubbies in and into your hands, deciding that you'll write a note to be delivered to Javi as he goes about his work during the way. Your little notes make him smile, and if even a moment of smiling eases some of his burden, then they are well worth the few minutes they take to write.

He watches you from the shadow, frowning and furious. About to step out and speak when the silly little maid arrives with a tea cart. Making him curl his lip in disgust. You would have everyone believe you were an English queen with your teas and little treats.

You thank the girl and smile when she curtsies, knowing that being on your best manners with the palace staff is everything. The tea tray is laden with a mix of things and you sip your cup with a happy sigh. Until Sebastian comes back with your paperwork, it's just you and your tea and your love note to Javi.

"Well, aren't you just settling in nicely?" The voice comes from the far exit, carrying across the room. "Already changing things, causing disruptions."

If his voice causes a slight twitch in one eye, it isn't your fault. It's just that Lucas has been a needle in your side since the day you met him and there is nothing you can really do about it except be overly kind to the point of making him uncomfortable. "Lucas." You turn your head, setting down your teacup and folding your hands in your lap to offer him the most witheringly perfunctory smile you can manage. "Or shall I start to call you cousin? After all it won't be much longer before the wedding."

“Yes…the wedding.” He walks into the room as if he owns it, sniffing as he looks around the room. “Very…quaint.” He decides. “How fitting.”

"Is there some reason you have sought me out this morning?" He has a tendency to try to bait you into debates or arguments with polite insults, but you are in far too good of a mood today to be bent out of shape by petty words. "Can I offer you a cup of tea?"

“No.” He scoffs the word, almost close to a chuckle as he strolls around the room. Taking pains to touch different things, adjusting them to his own liking. “I have to admit that I’m surprised you are still here.” He glances up at you and then down the small Tiffany music box on a table. His finger running over the gilded lid. “Perhaps the prize is too large to let go?”

“Whatever gave you the impression that I might leave?” There hasn’t really been a serious moment since meeting Javi where you’ve considered it. Is the job difficult? Of course. But Javi makes every single second worth it. And you would never disappoint him by leaving — or so coarsely abandon the man you love.

“The king is dead.” He shrugs slightly. “Unless an arranged marriage is something you actually wished for.”

“King Miguel is dead; may he rest in peace. But King Javier is very much alive and well.” His refusal to accept that his cousin has ascended the throne is something of a curiosity to you. Like there is a full block in his mind that prevents him from accepting it. “And happily I will tell you, as well as anyone else who wishes to hear, how very much in love with my fiancé I truly am.”

“Come now.” He tuts and sends you a pitying look. “No one would be in love with Javier. Expect perhaps my wife.”

“I think it would be more difficult to find someone not at least a little in love with him.” A pinched, derisive smile makes you tilt your head. “The only exception seems to be you, cousin.”

“I have known Javier my entire life, believe me, there is nothing special about him.” Lucas sneers.

"I'm very sorry that you believe that," you reply placidly. Lucas truly has a talent for getting under your skin — and it's really all to do with his attitude toward Javi. He seems to think his cousin is the least remarkable man in the world, which is a thought process that you just can't wrap your head around. Javi's goodness is what will make him a kind and sympathetic leader. "Javi's ability to be kind in the face of an unkind world is one of the most special things I have ever witnessed in a human being. It seems to me that you might not know your cousin as well as you think after all. But that is merely an observation."

There’s a mean little grin on his face, making the classically handsome exterior appear almost rotten because of the evilness inside. “I think you might actually believe that load of horse shit.”

He truly seems to have come to see you just to be cruel today, which is rare, but it isn’t the first time. Lucas taunts and intimidates and spits venom as his surest means of communication. It is who he is. But he is also exceptionally talented at hiding his true nature, which leads to unfortunate circumstances like the group of loyal followers he still has here at the palace. Allowing yourself one more sip from your teacup, you set it down again and give him your patented Senator’s-Daughter placid smile. “Is there something that you needed, Lucas?”

“I was wondering if you had heard anything about the investigation?” He picks up a book that has been strategically placed and smirks as he opens it, glancing up and you and snapping it closed loudly.

"I am not at liberty to discuss the investigation," you remind him, interested in what he might have to say about it. Lucas has been relentlessly present during the investigation.

He rolls his eyes and snorts. “There’s no one here.” He huffs and lifts a brow. “I’ve heard your investigators have been probing, asking very pointed questions.”

“Well of course they are, a king has died.” You don’t say that he was killed, always very careful about your wording with Lucas — but something about his wording strikes you a moment later. ‘There’s no one here’ he says, blatantly encouraging you to speak liberally with him. As though you are entirely in private. Lucas…does not seem to know that your morning room has already been wired for security. “Of course…” you venture, keeping your breathing even and your voice steady so he doesn’t sense any change in your whatsoever even though your heart rate is now racing. “We will all be very glad when the matter is resolved. The country deserves to heal. To move forward.”

“It will, with a new king.” He is very certain of that and straightens slightly. “I understand the pressures of the throne might be too much for my cousin. He has always been a follower. Meek.”

Not so long ago, insulting the king so overtly would have been enough to have Lucas censured or even stripped of his title, but you bite your tongue on that point and simply tilt your head. "Do you really think so little of your own flesh and blood?"

“It is more that I know my own flesh and blood.” Lucas chuckles. “He is not the brightest Gutierrez, unable to figure out what is right under his nose.”

It's like Lucas wants to keep talking. Now that the topic has been breached and you are not shutting him down immediately as you usually do, he seems to be as unstoppable as the enormous boulder that chased Indiana Jones. "King Miguel believed in his son. He named Javi his heir and paved the way for him to take the throne. You think you know things about Javier that his own father did not?"

He smirks and shrugs slightly. “Miguel had to have faith in his son.”

"Had to?" That piques your interest, and you fold your hands in your lap even as you turn toward him a little more fully. There is a camera and microphone built into the clock above the mantel of the fireplace and you want to make sure this entire conversation is very firmly in the line of sight and sound. Though you doubt Lucas would ever overtly incriminate himself, he is being fairly damning if anyone ever called his loyalties into question. "King Miguel could easily have named another heir if he felt it was the best course of action."

“That would never have happened.” He hisses, face twisting into an angry scowl. His fist tightening in fury.

It might be the first time you've ever wanted to reel back from one of Lucas's outbursts, but you hold yourself steady in your chair and try not to make it obvious that you've just swallowed hard out of discomfort. "Never? Then King Miguel must have believed in Javi quite a lot."

“Not because he believed in him.” Lucas sneers. “But because the old bastard wouldn’t stand the shame, the humiliation of having such a weakling for a son.”

There will be time to take umbrage with Lucas's characterization of Javi later on. Right now, you have to stay laser focused on what is being spit out right in front of you. It is absolutely no secret between you and your fiancé that you both believe Lucas had something to do with King Miguel's death. But you still have no idea how to prove it. "And so...you believe that the late king would rather...gamble with the future of his country? Surely he would have wanted Javier to have help if he thought it was necessary."

“He had changed it.” Lucas growls, the fervor in his eyes nearly manic. “I saw. He had changed his directives – but the bastard guarding him refused to let me read it.” He curls his lip in disdain. “More of a lap dog than an assistant.”

"You think that Julius had something to do with the king's death?" That would be a grave accusation if it were true. Or, hell, it's a grave accusation anyway. Thankfully it will never be given any credence because of how hard Julius has worked for Javier.

Lucas barks out a rough laugh, throwing his head back. “You are made for my cousin!” He chortles. “Just as dim witted.”

You have no choice but to swallow the insult, finding your heart beat faster every second you are more and more hellbent on getting himself to cough up something that you can have to the investigators that will incriminate him. "It seems obvious that my mind does not work the same way yours does."

He chuckles, sending you a pitying look. “It’s a shame that you are so wrapped around my cousin’s thumb.” He tells you, “it would be fun to take another of his toys away from him. He’s already lost so much to me.”

"He already has the throne, Lucas." Not dignifying that idle threat with a response is causing you actual physical pain but sitting in your chair is currently taking enormous concentration. Anywhere else in the world and you would rather be wringing Lucas's slimy little neck. "Everything else is a trifle."

“Does he?” Lucas tilts his head and smiles. “Perhaps. Long live the king.” He intones sinisterly.

The irrevocable shiver that his tone sends down your spine is withering, and for a second you almost close your eyes against it but you are somehow convinced that taking your eyes off of him physically for even a second would be a terrible mistake. "He does," you state again, watching Lucas carefully. "And our child will have it after him. That is how the line of succession works. I know that you know this."

“Unless my dear cousin suffers the same fate as his father.” Lucas counters, waving his hand as if offering a solution. “Before you make that child.”

"How do you know we haven't already?" The surety in his voice is chilling, but you have to keep your own tone even.

“Because any child before your vows would be a bastard.” He hums. “Ineligible for the throne. Then the line of succession falls to…” he perks up and feigns excitement. “Well, me.”

"That is only true up to a point," you challenge, pressing the point if only gently. "Javi will not be dying of a heart attack anytime soon."

Lucas only stares at you, his dark eyes lifeless as he stands there quietly for nearly thirty seconds. “Of course not.” He says after that silence is up, his body relaxing and his face shifting into an innocent expression.

It might be the most unsettling and least reassuring ‘reassurance’ of all time, and the sinking feeling in your chest and stomach makes you feel positively sick. “In time,” you swallow bile as it rises in your throat. “You’ll see. Javi’s goodness is what will make him a great king.”

“Perhaps.” He shrugs as if the past few minutes of conversation hadn’t happened, and he shoots you a charming smile. Or it would have been if there wasn’t malice layered under it. “I will leave you to enjoy your new room then. Princess.”

“Good morning, your Grace.” You don’t stand, nod, or give him any other formal acknowledgement, but you definitely breathe easier when he turns and strides from the room. It’s like being in the same space as a cartoon villain, and you’ve found out that that is much more disturbing than you ever imagined.

“Your highness?” The maid who had been sent to check on your tea hurries into the room and her eyes are glancing around worriedly. She had seen the man most of the staff loved but she loathed walk out with a dark look on his face, one she is well acquainted with, and was concerned.

“Ah, Beatriz.” There is no choice but to shake off your unsettled nerves and pretend everything is fine, even though the sinking feeling in your stomach is sinking that much harder. “What can I do for you?”

“Are you—” she bites her tongue, knowing the question is inappropriate for the Princess. “I am checking to make sure you did not need anything, your highness.”

“I suspect that is not the only question you wish to ask me, Beatriz.” There are some members of the staff who have been more or less assigned to you, like your ladies’ maid and a few of the stewards or other staff, and you have generally been trying to get to know them and have them be comfortable with you within the bounds of what is considered proper. Probably being American fosters some of that in your mind all on its own, but you don’t like the idea of anyone being frightened to come near you in the palace.

“I— the count—” she starts before she stops again. “I saw the count hurry by me looking very unhappy.”

“I’m afraid the count is feeling a bit worse for wear today,” you lie, gracefully not indicating whether you mean he’s in a bad mood or that he’s actually ill. “I’m sure it will pass.”

“He- you are feeling well?” She asks, eyes searching you worriedly.

“I am perfectly fine.” The last thing you or Javi need is anyone on the palace staff spreading word that you might be ill, so you dispel the maid’s fear immediately. “And my tea is wonderful. Thank you for checking. If you would not mind waiting a moment, I am just finishing a note that I would like delivered to the king.”

“Of course, your highness.” She bows her head quickly. It was expected that you would never take her into your confidence, but it’s enough to find that you are…undisturbed. She breathes a quiet sigh of relief as she waits for you to finish writing your missive.

What was once a love note full of encouragement to your fiancé has quickly transformed into a gently coded indication that you have something you need to talk to him about privately. As soon as it is written out you fold the card and slip it into an envelope, sealing it with a small sticker bearing the royal seal of the Crowned Princess. "Please deliver this directly to the king," you instruct her, handing the maid the sealed card. "From my hands, to yours, to his. Is that understood?"

“Yes, your highness.” She nods solemnly, feeling very proud of being tasked with something of such importance. “For the king only.”

"Gracias, Beatriz." She curtsies and you nod, turning back to your desk as she hurries from the room. It's not exactly that you have evidence against Lucas, but at least now you have something solid to hand to the investigators to prove Lucas has a vendetta against Javier. There hasn't been anything besides hearsay until now.

Hurrying through the halls, Beatriz nods at different personnel but doesn’t stop. Not allowing herself to be waylaid on her mission. Once in front of the door to the king’s office, she stops and smooths her uniform out before knocking.

The door to the king’s office opens with a distinct click, and Julius steps out into the hallway. “Sí?” He knows Beatriz, of course, and knows that she tends to you, but does not know why the maid has come here of all places.

“I have a message for the king from her highness.” Beatriz tells him, shaking her head when he holds out his hand for the message. “The Princess said from my hand to King Javier’s.” She insists.

“I see.” Julius purses his lips in amusement. Normally when the king receives a note of that nature it results in copious blushing and clearing his throat. “Very well. You had best deliver it, then.”

It’s an honor to be allowed into the king’s office and she’s well aware of it. Bowing her head, she waits for him to open the door and follows him inside.

“Your Majesty.” Julius hums softly, breaking the king’s concentration as he bends over his desk. “A note from Her Highness.”

“Oh?” His head pops up and his brow furrows as he sees the maid in front of him.

“To be delivered from her hands to yours.” Beatriz tells him, barely stepping up to his desk and curtsying while she holds out the envelope.

“Thank you…Beatriz.” He finally comes up with the maid’s name, having a flurry of new staff being changed around with your arrival, his father’s death and the upcoming wedding.

The maid curtsies and exits promptly once the envelope is in his hands, blushing over the fact that the king knows her name. Julius, for his part, smiles and nods to the door. “Shall I leave you?” He asks, hoping to offer privacy if it is wanted.

“Please.” Javi nods, barely looking up from the closed note in his eagerness to see what you have written. “Give me just a minute and we will continue.”

With a nod Julius is gone, leaving Javier to his reading.

Mi amor, A very interesting conversation with someone we are both interested by may pique your curiosity. If you would like to relive it for yourself, I will show you this evening. M

Javier frowns at the paper and wonders what the hell has happened today. A mystery would once have thrilled him, but he knows this is concerning one particular person and he feels a sense of dread.

******

His busy schedule keeps him occupied until dinner time, but the now-designated one night a week that you and Javi eat alone is proving to be a blessing. The serving cart is wheeled into your chamber and the table on your balcony set with candles, and you’ve taken off your heels to let your aching feet rest for the night in comfortable slippers when the door to your suite opens to let him inside.

Javier feels the mantle of responsibility seemingly lift. Even if he could be interrupted by any manner of emergencies, the idea that for tonight, he’s just your fiancé is a comforting one. The guise of not being responsible for a country needed as he has worried about your note for the rest of the day after receiving it. “Margarita?”

“Javi!” It would be a lot to pretend you aren’t excited to see him, and why would you pretend that at all? Instead, you pad across the sitting room of your suite eagerly and wrap him up in your arms. “How was your day, querido?”

“It was good, but it is better now.” He accepts the easy affection and snuggles close to you, burying his nose in your neck. “How was yours? Beatriz gave me your note.”

“Lucas paid me a rather interesting visit today.” It’s a shame that your dinner together has to be overshadowed by this but there is no way around it. “In the morning room.”

“You just set that up.” In fact, Javi had been put out that there had been no wiggle room in his busy schedule to allow for a visit to the room to see how you had redone it. He had planned to see to it tomorrow, but now he is wondering if it’s been tainted by his cousin.

“It seems he disapproves of my choice of decor.” You roll your eyes to show it does not bother you and place a kiss on his cheek. “Come. Eat with me. I’ll tell you what happened over our supper.”

“It is your space, like my mother’s.” He huffs, but he eagerly lets you lead him out onto the balcony. “The staff loves to make sure our private dinners are romantic.” Javi smiles at the candles on the table.

“They do wonderfully for us.” Tonight there are pink gin tonics in the cocktail pitcher that awaits you, and a beautiful seafood supper with fresh bread and bright vegetables. A feast that won’t make you feel over full or too tired afterward is a gift in its own right.

“Perhaps we should have a party for them.” Javi suggests. “Catered food, nice drinks. They can relax and be served.”

“That would be a very kind thing to do, I think.” You’re not sure if there’s precedent for that kind of thing, but you have to think it’s been done in some form before. “Maybe I can look into what it would take? And include the clean up being done by someone else, of course. It would be useless to give them a party that they have to clean up after themselves.”

“Of course.” Javi nods seriously. “Everything taken care of.”

“But…” You take it upon yourself to pour two glasses and hand him one, inhaling the wonderful scent of the plates he has set down on the table. “Lucas seems…more devious than usual.”

“Is that even possible?” Javi asks, rolling his eyes slightly. Ever since you arrived, it seems as though the blinders have been pulled away. Showing Javi how rotten his cousin’s soul really is.

“I hadn’t thought so.” It’s unfortunate to be wrong on that front, but here you are. “But he came the closest he’s ever come to incriminating himself today and we were standing right in front of the fireplace in the morning room while he was doing his…I hesitate to call it an interrogation of me, but it wasn’t comfortable. Either way he was very candid, and I watched the footage after retrieving the file from palace security. I think it’s damning enough to encourage the investigators to look into him again.”

“Really?” Javi has just sat down, leaning forward and his eyes narrow. “Tell me what he said, Margarita. I want my father’s death explained. I want to know why we lost our king too early.”

As you eat your recount every detail. The conversation is burned into your brain from this morning and though you’ll show the footage to Javi later so he can see it all for himself, you’re confident in your ability to tell the encounter to him completely. “I can’t help but think it all seems…sinister. But that may be my own bias against him showing. It might m be best just to let the investigators decide.”

“That’s what we will do.” Javi nods. “Although, I don’t want you to be alone with Lucas again.” He admits. “Will you keep Sebastian or one of your ladies with you?”

"A rotating witness along with my security detail?" Of course, to Javi's point — the guards who are meant to protect you are usually some small distance away so that you don't feel smothered. Today they had been at the door to the morning room while you were inside. Perhaps it is time to make better friends with them after all. "If that will make you more comfortable, querido, then I will make sure I keep someone with me."

“I just do not wish for my cousin to do something.” Javi admits. “I cannot banish him for any reason, and I cannot risk your safety.” If Lucas is plotting something, he would rather he not have access to you.

“I am not an enormous fan of your cousin trying to do something to either of us,” you reason. It is plenty enough work to run a country without having to worry about your own family trying to sabotage you or worse. “I will keep someone around me and so will you. The only time we should be alone is to be with each other.”

“I can agree with your logic.” Javi nods as he spears a stalk of broccolini. He doesn’t mention that it will give plenty of alibi for anything Lucas tries to cook up. Especially with the extra surveillance that has been discreetly installed under the guise of ‘redecorating’.

"I will have Sebastian contact the investigators first thing in the morning and hand the footage over to them personally, with a full explanation of what they are watching." It won't be fun, but at least it's some kind of progress. And progress desperately needs to be made.

“Perfect.” Javi nods even though it’s painful to admit that this can come from inside his own family. “Make sure that the investigators know that we are more than willing to be interviewed again.”

“I will.” A short reach across the table is all it takes to fit your hand in his, and you squeeze his fingers gently. “We will see this through. Your father deserves to be able to rest peacefully.”

He doesn’t want to monopolize the dinner with talk of his cousin, or his father. It pains him in a way that’s indescribable. “How has Sebastian settled in?” He asks curiously. “Has he had time to explore the country? You should take him, have a driver give you a complete day.”

“It’s probably asking too much to think you could get away for a day?” You know it is, but you still prefer to spend as much time with him as you can.

“I might be able to take half a day.” He would have to double check with Julius, but his schedule wasn’t too taxing the next few days.

“I don’t want to crowd your schedule with more things,” you assure him. “But it would be nice to spend time together.”

“I have relatively light days.” He promises. “I can try to combine the days to block out an afternoon. Or would you rather a morning?”

“I suppose it depends on what you want to show me.” The prospect of spending time together — even in public with cameras flashing and admirers stopping to spot him on the street — is a bit thrilling. While the investigation is ongoing, royal security isn’t keen to let the two of you eat at establishments they cannot control. Very few exceptions have been made and you haven’t been able to begin your date night idea quite yet. “Maybe we ought to consult security if we plan on doing anything besides going for a drive.”

“I will talk to Julius and send you a note?” He asks, knowing that it can’t be tomorrow. “Unless you have some appointments to plan the wedding?”

“Julius and Sebastian share our schedules for exactly this kind of reason.” They’re miraculously well-coordinated, actually, and you continue to be impressed with your brother’s work the longer he is with you. “We’ll ask them to find the day that works best.”

“Perfect.” He nods and smiles. “We are getting closer.”

“We are already very close, mi amor.” A smile even wider than his graces your lips and you hum happily around a bite of your dinner. “Would you like to hear about the wedding preparations?”

“I would love to hear.” He leans forward eagerly. “And anything you would like for me to help with, I will.” He assures you. “Even those little gift bag things. We are having those, right?”

“If you would like to have them, I will make sure they are included.” Javi always lights up when wedding plans are mentioned, so it seemed like a very good topic for lightening the mood of your meal. “I can ask our wedding planner to put together a list of ideas she suggests to fill them and you can pick whichever you like best?”

“Yes.” Javi nods. “Something local. Show off the art and craftsmanship of our people.” He tells you.

“I completely agree.” The more locally made everything at your wedding, the better it all will be. This is going to be a celebration for many more than just you and Javi.

“Local sweets. A handcrafted piece of jewelry that commemorates our day?” He suggests. “I want that to come from my personal wealth and not the budget.”

“Maybe a small pin, as the jewelry?” Something universal would be best, so it does not matter which bag goes to which guest. It will relieve an enormous headache on your wedding planner’s part. “Something symbolic, rather than the typical image of us smiling out from a white background.”

“That would be perfect. Maybe our flag? Made from local stone? Or gems, whatever you think is best.” Javi tells you. “I’ve just always loved the gift bags in wedding movies.”

"I'll see what the wedding planner thinks is doable in a fairly short amount of time and then you'll get a list to choose from," you promise him. After a few more bites in relative and enjoyable quiet, you put your fork down again and take a sip of your drink. "I've...been thinking about something. And I was wondering if I could talk to you about it."

“Anything.” It sounds serious and Javi is immediately giving you his full attention. Fork down and looking into your eyes. “You can talk to me about anything, Margarita.”

“That is actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” You reach across the table to take his hand and leave a kiss on his knuckles for good measure. “I’ve been doing some reading, and I had Bastian pull records. And it seems to me to be a sort of…unofficial Balearican tradition for foreign born spouses of monarchs to take a regnal name.” The whole concept of taking a regnal name — a name you will be known as, as queen — seemed positively odd to you at first. But the tradition seems to stem from taking pride in leading the people of these lively, engaging islands. A way of embracing the place and the people and promising to honor them. “I wondered how you would feel if…I did that, too.”

“What would you like to change it to?” He asks curiously. “I would love whatever you do, but I will still call you Margarita.” He admits with a bashful smile.

“Well…” It seems almost embarrassing, or it would be embarrassing if it were anyone but him, and you feel your cheeks heat as you swallow. “I thought…Margarita might actually be the right choice. I looked it up and it’s not too uncommon of a name. I thought it might be…romantic is the wrong word, but loving.”

“Queen Margarita?” Javi hums as he thinks about it and nods. “It would be a beautiful tribute to our future.”

“I always knew I would come here eventually.” For your whole life, you’ve waited for it. Waited to be summoned, and waited to be married, and waited to be with him. “But I only truly fell in love with this place after I met you.”

“It is easy, no?” He asks with a grin. “Our country is easy to love.”

"Very easy." You can agree to that easily. "But not as easy as it is to love you, querido."

The way Javi blushes makes you smile and he’s happy about that. Nothing is forced, nothing is put on with you and that’s what he loves. If you were just normal people, there would still be these tender affections between the two of you.

“Anyway, I just… I wanted to ask you how you felt about it.” He is blushing and he is adorable when he blushes. You shift a little in your seat and a pleased smile curls your lips. “Because ‘Margarita’ was just your name for me, and now I’m thinking about sharing it with the world. If you aren’t okay with it, I will choose something else.”

“I don’t mind.” He admits quietly, leaning in and staring into your eyes. “As long as we are together, I will happily share you with my country.”

“I’ll always be with you.” That is a promise you will make to him without hesitation. Now that you’re with him, the last thing you want is to be separated from Javi in any meaningful way.

“Hopefully your interaction with my cousin did not ruin your day?” He asks quietly. “How are your ladies doing?”

“Gabriela sat with me for some time this afternoon.” A small, mischievous smile curls your lips as you finish your meal. “My brother mentioned that it might be helpful to have some help in learning the geography and history of the country, as well as cultural tradition. Gabriela volunteered to be my tutor, essentially. And she’s been wonderfully helpful.”

“Good.” His affection for Gabriela will always be there, but it has shifted to a more brotherly love than anything else. Or perhaps it was always meant to be that way and he had been rebelling against his fate. Regardless, he’s happy you and Gabriela have formed a friendship. “She was much better in her studies than I.”

“She and my brother are also getting along very well,” you venture, wondering if that is too sensitive or inappropriate of a topic. True that Gabriela is married, but it’s abundantly clear to anyone with eyes that they are miserable, and she did not make the choice to marry Lucas willingly.

“Do you think there could be something there eventually?” He asks softly, knowing that it would be unlikely unless Lucas were out of the picture. Gabriela was loyal and would never shame the royal family with a divorce, even though she should divorce her husband.

“Maybe?” It’s just theoretical right now. Just a little gossip. But you know that Javi’s comfort level with the situation means a great deal to everyone involved. “Nothing will happen, of course. Not with Lucas in the way. But I think it’s sweet.”

“I want her to be happy.” Javi tells you. “As happy as we are.”

“That’s very admirable.” You admit, knowing that there are a lot of complications in the way of anything realistic. Still, you offer him an encouraging smile. “But I don’t know if anyone is as happy as we are.”

“It is quite a lofty goal.” He teases with a smile. “Perhaps it can be achieved.” He still marvels over how lucky he is and is grateful for it.

“Perhaps.” Just knowing how much he loves you makes your heart soar, and the familiar warmth returns to your cheeks. “Although it is a very lofty goal.”

Javi pauses for a moment, and he frowns as he reaches for your hand. “As long as you are never uncomfortable.” He shakes his head, aware that it’s coming out wrong. “As long as you know my feelings are genuine and I no longer will ever think about any woman the way I think of you.”

“I think the fact that you’ve stayed friends with Gabriela after breaking up speaks volumes about both of you as people. You’re good and kind and deserve to have those things visited back to you. And besides,” you reach out to squeeze his hand reassuringly. “Gabriela is also my friend. I want her to be happy, too. And my brother is a fantastic guy. She’d be lucky to have him.”

“Gabriela would be a wonderful partner to anyone who wishes a partner.” Part of Lucas’s problem is that he thinks he’s better than everyone. He had decided on Gabriela simply to hurt Javi.

“And Lucas deserves a good clobbering.” It’s mumbled, but only slightly, and you definitely mean it. In fact, you’d like a hell of a lot worse than a clobbering to happen to Lucas Gutierrez. A lot of people would.

Javi smirks slightly, hearing you perfectly but he doesn’t comment on that. “And what if Maisie?” He asks. “How is she settling into the role?”

“I think Maisie might have been born for it,” you chuckle. Javi clears away your empty dinner plates and you uncover the slices of Basque cheesecake smothered in cherry rioja sauce that the kitchen made for your dessert tonight. “Her husband is away on business as of this morning so she’s taking the chance to buckle down in helping with wedding and coronation plans.” Sending Javi a smile as you set out the smaller plates, you lean on the banister beside your small table while he pours out the last of your cocktail pitcher. “I think she deserves a very large ‘thank you’ after all this is finished. Gabriela does, too.”

“Perhaps a girl’s weekend on the royal yacht?” Javi asks, wondering what you had in mind.

“I was thinking of a getaway for Maisie and her husband. Something wonderfully romantic where they don’t have to worry about anything but enjoying themselves.” The first bite of cheesecake makes you both groan happily and break out into contented grins. “Maybe by that time Gabriela will be able to spend time with whoever she wishes.”

“Perhaps.” Javi frowns slightly. “If – if Lucas is as bad as we think that he might be, we will have to circle the wagons, as that American saying goes, around Gabriela. She will be distraught.”

“I would think she will be glad to be free of him.” You do shake your head, though, and nod. “If his true colors turn out to be as black as we suspect, we will take care of Gabriela. Make sure that she comes out of the thing unscathed.”

“Yes.” He nods seriously. “It will be good for her to be your lady if everything is as bad as we expect.” He admits quietly. “I am so sorry that you have been thrown into such a mess, amor.”

It might surprise him to hear, but the truth comes out of you alarmingly fast as you sit together at the little balcony table. “I don’t care,” you tell him truthfully. “I’m just glad that you didn’t have to go through all of this alone.”

He pauses, in awe of you and picks up your hand. “You are the most gracious and loving woman.” He murmurs softly. “I hope to never take that, or you, for granted.”

******

"Your Highness." Sebastian has been in and out of your office all morning, but this time when he steps inside he has a much more determined set to his face. "Inspector Jefe Blanco is here to see you."

"Oh, good. Excellent. Bring him in, please." Waiting for the Chief Inspector's arrival this morning has had you on edge. It will be good to get all of this out of the way and put the evidence into the hands of professionals. "And Sebastian, will you stay, please? While he's here. I would feel more comfortable."

“Should I order some tea?” He asks, knowing that it might set the tone from the grim talk into a more open conversation.

"I asked the kitchen to prepare a tray this morning. If you could just ring down and ask them to send it up?" His instincts are good and you appreciate your brother's attention to detail, especially in these moments. "I'm sure that will put us all a bit more at ease."

“Good. I will have Flores bring it in so no more staff than necessary needs to come into the room.” Sebastian decides. He will instruct the staff to leave it outside with your personal maid.

"Thank you, Bastian." For one more second, it's just you and your brother in a room, and you flash him a grateful smile before putting your official princess countenance back on. "Please show the Inspector Jefe in."

Sebastian nods and moves to the door, opening it and stepping back to allow the very official visitor in. It’s clear the man has taken special care with his appearance, every medal shined and his uniformed neatly pressed.

"Thank you for making time to come and see me this morning, Inspector Jefe." You stand from your desk and shake the man's hand. He has been very diligent and professional in investigating this case but you have to admit that you have now known the man quite a bit longer than you would prefer. In a perfect world, this case would have been over before it began. "I'm afraid I have some information to share with you, but I do not know how helpful it will end up being."

He frowns slightly, confused as to how you can have more information. “What do you have, Princess?” He asks curiously. “I must confess I am surprised to have been contacted by your office.”

"I had a conversation yesterday with the Count of Ibiza that...unsettled me." Polite wording is necessary here, so that you don't appear to be accusing Lucas of anything outright. "The conversation was videotaped by our security system here in the palace, and I would be very much gratified if you would consent to watch the footage with me and tell me if there is anything to it. If the count's manner seems suspicious, and his threats genuine, as I suspect they are. Or if I am perhaps too sensitive to the topic being touched so deeply by the late king's sudden death."

“The Count has an excellent reputation.” The inspector informs you, a little wary when it comes to potentially implicating members or the royal family. “However, he was slightly evasive during questioning.”

"It is my sincerest hope that my worries are unfounded," you lie as cleanly as you can. It is the only lie you have ever told the inspector and what you do hope is that it stays that way. "But I will not claim any kind of expertise in law enforcement or investigative technique."

“Even though you say there is video evidence of the conversation, I find that it is always helpful to have someone describe the interaction. Posture, tone, facial expressions cannot be accurately displayed at times through a security system.” He explains quietly, pulling out a notebook from his jacket pocket. “Princess, will you please tell me about this conversation with the Count?”

"Besides deeply insulting both myself and King Javier, the Count outright stated that he believed the late King Miguel made the wrong choice as to his successor and expressed anger over not being considered in the choice. Or, rather, not being chosen outright." You pause when Flores brings in your tea tray, thanking her as she pours out three cups and sets one beside each of the three of you seated in the room. "Thank you, Flores. We'll manage from here."

“Yes, your highness.” She bows respectfully as she eyes the inspector. There are many questions as to why he is here, but she won’t voice them.

“So, you see, Inspector,” you continue once the door is shut securely behind your maid. “When outright statements like that are made in the same conversation where the Count also voices his opinions that King Javier is not fit to rule, or that I have some ulterior motivation for being here and accepting my role in his country…it makes me quite worried. That perhaps the Count may not have the most honorable intentions after all.”

“I can see why that would raise your suspicions.” He frowns and flips back through his notes to look at the impressions he had jotted down from the interview with Lucas Gutierrez. While some of the men question his old-fashioned methods and claim that he wants to model his investigative style after American style gumshoes, he finds it good to have those notes easily accessible rather than having to go back to the system computers. “And you say that he felt like he was threatening you?”

“I felt that he was threatening the king.” The clarification is important here, you know that. But you’re very glad to have your brother in the room with you to be an emotional anchor so you don’t end up seeming distraught or too forceful with the inspector. “The Count made it very clear that he did not consider me worth threatening. He appears to regard me as an ornament to His Majesty. Which is insulting, but not threatening.”

“I hope that regardless of what I find, you informed his majesties security team?” He asks seriously. “Another king lost in a short span such as this would throw our small country into chaos.”

“It would.” Especially considering Lucas is the next in line to the throne. A horrible alternative that you can’t even begin to comprehend. “And I have. I informed His Majesty and he has taken it to his team.”

“Good.” Inspector Jefe might have some private concerns about the new king, but he would never dream of making them public.

“With this background, will you be willing to watch the footage that my security team gathered yesterday morning?” Convincing him that it is worth looking into Lucas again is the key here, even though you know it’s a hard sell. As the Count of Ibiza, the people have come to mostly love Lucas Gutierrez. But they do not see his true nature.

“I have learned in my time as an inspector that some people’s true nature is always concealed until they believe they are immune from reproach.” He picks up his tea and takes a polite sip. “Would you be able to provide a copy or would I need to view the footage here only?” Sometimes the security for the palace had certain protocols in place that he would not be able to change.

After discussing it with Javi, Julius, and the head of security, it has been decided that a copy of the footage could be handed over to the police for their own use, and you open your desk drawer to retrieve it. “The copy has been made for your use, but of course I expect you will want to view the original here as well so you can be assured that no changes to the footage have been made.”

“Thank you, Princess.” He nods his head slightly, grateful that you understand the delicate nature of these things. “Once I have reviewed the footage, I may have more questions. Would it be possible to request some time in your schedule if that is the case?”

“Of course.” In fact, you would be concerned if he didn’t have more questions for you. “My assistant will make sure you are afforded access to me when necessary. This investigation remains of the utmost importance.”

“I appreciate that.” He knows that you must be busy, the announcement of your wedding accompanying the coronation had been announced and it wasn’t too far away.

“Just as I appreciate you being available this morning.” The footage is already queued up on the computer display monitor on your desk, and you turn it to face outward so both the Inspector and Sebastian can see. “Cooperation is everything in these matters.”

“The tales of your wisdom have not been underestimated.” He hums, turning to the screen and leaning forward so he can watch.

This is the fourth time you've watched this conversation, not to mention the fact that you lived through it the first time, and while the Inspector Jefe listens to Lucas spit his vitriol, you sip your tea in silence. Every time you listen to him it makes you angry all over again. But you can't afford to show any kind of anger in front of the inspector.

There will be several notes that come from this video, and he frowns as he looks back up at you. “This is very disturbing.” He admits. “The count did not know that he was being recorded, yes?”

"That is correct." It's a relief to hear that the investigation will be taking your conversation into account, but you try not to show it too much. "But I did not make any effort to hide the fact from him. All areas of the palace that are in use by staff and the royal family are protected by surveillance."

“It almost seemed as if the count wished for you to accuse him of something nefarious or to reveal it himself.” Jefe looks around the room, and nods. “Please do not try to be alone with him, Princess, but let him talk if he comes back.” He tells you, standing up. “I will have to review this many more times, but I will be taking a closer look at the Count in my investigation.”

"If you need to speak with me again, please do not hesitate to contact my assistant. And if I have any other information to pass along to you, may I request for you to come in the same way you did today?" You stand along with him, showing the Inspector Jefe the respect that his position is due. "I have already made arrangements to ensure I will not be alone with the Count again. At the king's insistence."

“Absolutely.” He had been brought in through the tunnels under the palace to prevent speculation, and he understands that. “Whatever you wish, your highness.” He bows politely and thinks that you are also as gracious as you are beautiful.

"Have a good day, Inspector Jefe." That might be a fruitless wish, considering the task on his shoulders, but if anything? That is something you can absolutely relate to.

He nods again and quickly walks out of the room to leave you and Sebastian by yourselves.

Once the door shuts, you sit back in your chair and pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers and sigh. “That went better than I expected.”

“I don’t think the inspector wasn’t too surprised by your claims.” Sebastian admits, curious as to the man’s true feelings about the count. Not that he seems the type to ever say. He seemed to play his cards close to the vest.

“I think he was surprised that Lucas would admit to being so vile, but maybe that’s just me being too American and imagining all these nobles constantly play nice with each other. I can’t tell.” Now that the meeting is over, you refill your teacup and pick up a biscuit gladly. “Well, darling brother. We have an hour to kill before wedding planning overtakes my day.”

“What would you like to do?” He asks, aware that he had blocked out much more time than necessary for the meeting with the inspector.

“Javi and I talked about taking a little driving tour of the islands sometime soon. Do you think that’s something you could coordinate with royal security?” You’re not asking him to do it right now, god knows, but you do rummage in your desk with a mischievous grin on your face while you ask.

“Are we talking about an actual tour?” He asks with a laugh. “Or cordoning off lover’s lane so you can make out with the king like you’re teenagers?” He’s amused by the idea but also happy that you are so happy with your future husband.

“Say what you want, but my fiancé is ridiculously sexy.” And frankly, you’re exceptionally happy about that fact. Not just because you’re glad to be attracted to your partner, but because producing an heir is such a big part of what’s expected of you. It will not be a hardship to fulfill that duty.

He snorts and shoots you a grin. “Most of the world agrees with you.” He admits. “Which is why I’m so confused as to why his cousin is so harsh on him.”

“It’s jealousy, don’t you think?” At least, that’s what you’ve always thought. Javi was graced with looks, and charm, and privilege as well as so many other attributes — and Lucas simply couldn’t stand that his cousin was more beloved. “Lucas doesn’t see that cunning is not the only worthwhile intelligence in the world. That’s the other thing.” A moment later, you extract a travel Scrabble set from your desk drawer with a squeak of triumph. “Spanish Scrabble for an hour?” You suggest, shaking it at him enticingly. “Build that vocabulary like I know you want to?”

Sebastian rolls his eyes but grins. “I don’t know why you claim my Spanish isn’t up to par.” He teases, nodding and sitting down beside you. “I’ll still kick your ass at scrabble, Princess or not.”

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[anexperimentallife]

I love cats so much, and I hate that I am so allergic to them that I have literally had to be rushed to the hospital multiple times for anaphylaxis from being near them. The fel d1 protein is in their skin, their dander, their saliva, and their waste, and it can remain on even HARD surfaces for up to two years before breaking down.

So like, between that and my dust and mold allergies, anything from a used book/music store is off limits to me because so many of them have cats, or the previous owner of a book or record may have had a cat, and I just can't risk it. With used furniture I have to scrub down any hard surfaces and steam clean/shampoo with special shampoo any upholstered surfaces.

The one known safe type of cat for me is a spayed Siberian female, because that is the ONE cat that produces pretty much zero fel d1. Some Russian blues may or may not be semi-safe with antihistamines.

There are much bigger problems in the world, but I am taking a moment to be sad about being banned from cats.

[nuveau-deco]

‘Marshmallow’ Sofa. Designed in 1956 by Irving Harper of George Nelson Associates in New York; manufactured from 1956 to ca. 1965 (and 1999 onwards) by Herman Miller Furniture Company in Zeeland, Michigan. Philadelphia Museum of Art accession number: 1996-30-1.

"This sofa's eighteen cushions are attached to an exposed frame in a radical rethinking of the traditional upholstered sofa. The cushions can be detached for easy cleaning or 'interchanged to equalize wear.'"

(Source: philamuseum.org)

[saturnsorbits]

A/N: A little Angel Dust piece I started before I ran out of steam with Hazbin... It's unfinished and not much happens, but here.

Angel's staccato moans echo around the studio. They drift into the air and lace together, tangling themselves gently like lovers. Each gasp is more delicately crafted than the last, mounting, competing with it's brethren until, at last...

His breath leaves him in a rush, timed perfectly as the camera pans up from where the demon rocks into him to Angel's face. His eyes are scrunched in pleasure, jaw lain open, loosing more symphonic noises from his throat. In the basin of his mouth, he gurgles, forcing a hiccup up from his lungs as his eyes snap wide, only to roll back moments later.

He waits.

Counts the beats.

Then, he moans again.

The noise is softer this time, a gentle sound that is more purr than whine as he curls himself around the demon still nestled inside of him. The demon slows, chest heaving, sweat slicking his shoulders. His eyes are almost entirely black – pupils vanquishing what little of his iris' he had to offer as he untangles their limbs enough to look Angel in the face. He smiles, but it's shaky and too sincere, lighting up those blackened eyes in a way Angel is all too used to.

They're all the same.

He wriggles, attempting to unsheathe the demon from inside of him. The demon's cock twitches. He's almost resigned himself to another round when a clap of Valentino's hands has the demon scrambling off of him and clambering from the bed.

'Cut!'

Angel sits up, elbows perched on the mattress. Swinging his legs from the bed, he ignores the ache in his thighs as he takes his robe from an aide with a smile and slips into it. He's already thinking of the warm shower that awaits him in his dressing room, the fresh towels and plush slippers, but before his thoughts can stray too far, a familiar voice is calling him back.

Val's arms are folded, his glasses sat crooked on his face as he taps the toe of his boot against the hardwood. 'Clean up, but don't get too comfortable. I want you back out here in twenty. There's a new hire I want you to meet.'

Angel cringes, but hides it easily with a blasé grin. 'Meet...' He drawls, the lower set of his hands digging into his hips. 'Or fuck?'

A laugh trickles over Val's lips. It's a loud, but broken sound. Boisterous in all the same ways he is. He snaps shut his jaw, tipping his head until he can glare at Angel over the rim of his glasses. 'What do you think?'

Snorting, Angel uses his upper arms to salute while his lower continue to clutch at his waist. He twists with a well-honed grace and makes for his dressing room.

His dressing room is far from the worst of rooms in V Towers. It's decorated, pink, to his tastes. A long couch occupies one wall, his vanity the other; while the wall not hosting the door is blocked, hidden by a rack of increasingly scandalous clothing. Hearts litter the furniture: an upholstered pillow, a carved shape in the vanity, the links of a chain used as wallpaper. It was amusing once. Having the depiction of love so abundantly used in a place that was void of it, but now, it was little more than mocking.

His conquests seldom made him cum... Never mind love them.

A sharp knock at the door shakes him from his thoughts before they can begin to cloud, the small round face of an aide – the sound woman, he thinks – pokes around the door frame.

'Ten minutes, Angel.' She tries to smile through her cringing. 'But Val wants you clean...'

'I'll be ready.'

Angel sighs. His shoulders slump, body folding in on itself as he lets himself hit the comfort of the couch. It would take him barely five minutes to clean himself up properly, ridding himself of any evidence of the last. He'd be fresh as a daisy for whatever newbie Val had lined up. Until then, he glances at the mirror laying flat on the vanity, he'd make use of the other five in the best way he knew how.

000

Angel reappears cleaner, and considerably more excitable, with almost three minutes to spare. He strides through the studio like he owns it, the heeled black boots he'd slipped into clicking across the floor as he twirls, throws up his arms and neatly tosses himself to the plush comfort of the bed.

'So...' He folds his upper set of arms behind his head, letting the others rest along the mattress. Folding his legs atop one another, he grins. 'Who's the lucky man who gets to fuck me next, huh?'

'About that...' Val twists, cigarette holder pursed between his lips. He blows out a plume of smoke. Wrapping his knuckles on the head of a small, bony intern, he absently gestures the door to another of the studio's dressing rooms. 'If you'd like to receive our guest.'

The intern scrambles to obey. Skittering across the floor, he knocks politely on the dressing room door before pressing his ear to it and gingerly turning the handle.

Val sits back in his chair, blowing more smoke from his cigarette as he crosses folds his knees. 'There's one aspect of the market we're failing to appeal too and I thought it was about time we fixed that.'

The door opens and Angel sits up.

Craning his neck to see, he feels the bones in his spine crack as he almost tips forward in his eagerness. His eyes widen, head tilting as he watches his new co-star stride into the room.

There's a music to your body. One that has him mesmerized from moment he watches you take that first step towards him. Your hips sway, your body twisting as each step causes the soft bend of your curves to flick – caressing the very air through which you walk. The slope of your shoulders pulls your body tight, although you make the posture look effortless as you glide towards the set.

Angel stammers. 'A woman?'

From his chair Val grins, sharp teeth digging into his lower lip as he taunts. 'You've never been fussy before Angie... Don't start now.'

'I...' Angel swallows his words. He has to. They turn to liquid on his tongue, mixing with saliva and searing the back of his tongue. Taking a second to slip his composure back into place, he flicks back on his signature, mega-watt smile. 'Hey-ya, Gorgeous – what's -.'

You blink, eyelashes fluttering as you readjust to the harsh burn of the studio lights, but when you spot him, there's no denying that he's stunning. Licking your lips, you beat him to the punch, enjoying the pinking of his cheeks as his confidence liquefies and turns to blush and anticipation. 'Hey, yourself, pretty boy...' You cock your head. 'Oh, I'm going to eat you alive.'

Angel gulps.

He has a feeling this is a shoot he might actually enjoy.

[petratzimi]

therapy #1

who: @kevma where: Petra's Home Office.

She's found, over the years, that keeping a practice, as a night-walker, is easier done out o the privacy of one's own home. None of the same worries one has with sharing a building or a space with colleagues or other enterprises, full control over decor and tone. In this way she can keep more control over her available hours as well; no commute ensures no dalliances with the oppressive and abhorred light of day. In this way she passes better as simply any other mortal. The space she keeps for sessions is as elegant as the rest of the home, lit in low tones on earthy wood grains and upholstered leather, kept immaculately clean. The furniture is old, ancient even, though she would never be so tacky as to brag on it, but it is of a make and a measure that is hard-found these days. It's into this room she leads the young man, Kevin, who, as they usually do - looks like he needs to be here. This is not a judgemental observation so much as a quiet, superficial assessment; she is here to help people, after all.

The shutters are thrown over the windows, allowing a modicum of the afternoon light to blaze through in dangerous rays which her chair is stationed well away from.

She sits, motions for him to take a place, either in the chair's companion or on the longer resting couch opposite her. "Please, get comfortable; would you like a some water, or tea?" Her tone is pleasant, her voice long robbed of any truly heavy accent; in truth, it often adjusts itself these days, though the astute listener might pick up hints and inflections from all around in certain words and ticks.

[defire]

Chapter 33: I Feel So Wanted

Content: slavery, conditioned whumpee, suicidal, death threats, slapping, manhandling, isolation

[my attempt at injury art below the cut]

"I said I need her." Nife overheard Striker and Lady Wry arguing as they went down the hall. "Don't you care about the fate of the city?"

"You can't beat my slave in the square." Lady Wry said. "Do you realize how uncivilized that would make me look..."

As Nife continued to clean, she grimaced at the way things were going. She was painfully aware that Striker could easily use his new blackmail material against Luster to get his way, or even worse–

"Nife." Nett, Lady Wry's personal maid, appeared in the kitchen. "Come."

Nife sighed and dried her hands on a towel, then followed Nett, who squeezed her arm tightly in a way that reminded her of Gaylord.

"You're forgetting–"

"Yes ma'am." Nife snapped. Nett turned on her angrily. "Sorry." Nife cringed. "...Yes ma'am?" She said it more submissively the second time, hating herself a little bit.

Nett returned to her hurried pace down the hall, bringing Nife all the way up to Lady Wry's private sitting room in her chambers, and coming in with her.

Lady Wry was sitting in a plush chair, legs crossed properly under her skirt, and Striker was leaning back confidently, arms covering the whole couch he was sitting on.

[here's a picture of Nife that I drew, I am VERY new to digital art, this is like my 3rd ever try, but I love illustrations so here]

Lady Wry's furniture matched her clothing–white couches and drapes on the massive windows, bordered with gold trimmings, just like her multitudinous golden necklaces, hiding her slightly wrinkled cleavage. Everything was cushioned and upholstered, even the blazing tea table.

Nife remembered last-minute to bow and put her hands in front of her, feeling her arms tingle as if they were about to be struck again for her negligence. But as quickly as it came, the fear dropped back into the black hole of apathy she carried around in the pit of her stomach these days.

"Nife," Striker smiled at her. "Come a little closer, why don't you?"

Glancing at Lady Wry, Nife walked closer, keeping her eyes on the ground and watching the others out of her peripheral vision.

"What is this all about?" Lady Wry asked them both.

Nife bit her lip, saying nothing as Striker unfolded his long legs and walked up to her.

"Why don't you tell her what you found in the late Lord Wry's bedroom the other day?"

Striker was going to blackmail Lady Wry to get possession of Nife. But why wouldn't he just tell her the proof he'd found and blackmail her that way?

Suddenly her eyes widened as she realized what this was about. Coming from the next inheritor of the Wry household wealth, Striker's evidence would be a little dubious. However if Nife was the one who knew the secret, it would be in Lady Wry's best interest to have her killed, rather than keep her as a slave indefinitely. In that case, she might hand Nife over to Lord Striker to do exactly that, probably after that public beating he had been talking about earlier...

"Nife." Striker said, putting a hand on her back and pushing her forward into the room. His hand slid down in a way that made her cringe. Her back was still bare because the beaded chest piece only covered the front of her torso, and his fingers were too warm and uncomfortable.

She stepped forward and to the side to get away from his hand, keeping her eyes down.

"Go ahead." Lady Wry said. "Nife has only been here for a month. What could she know?"

"So if I tell her, she's going to kill me." Nife said, not looking up.

Luster stood up quickly on hearing that. 

"What?" She said.

Striker let out a little laugh and pinched Nife's cheek.

"You're a smart little bitch, aren't you?" He said, wiggling her cheek and then letting go.

Nife just stared at the floor, not sure which option sounded better.

"You have nothing." Lady Wry said, sweeping up to confront Nife with her hands on her hips. "If I know anything about Nife Raizden, it's that she is a liar. Aren't you, girl? You know I can have you whipped for lying to me, even if Striker told you to. Don't you?"

"Luster, look at her." Striker said, tilting Nife's head back by grabbing a horn. "She's just scared to speak."

Nife winced and looked at the ceiling.

"For the last time, it's not a handle." She said through her teeth.

"I thought you were planning your suicide, Nife," Striker said. "If you're so sure you'll get killed, isn't it in your best interest to tell her?"

"...You have a point." Nife said.

Striker released her. 

But if Nife let Striker kill her, he'd find a way to humiliate her and demoralize every proponent of her political beliefs. All of this would be for nothing. Not that it was for anything much as of yet.

"...I think I'd rather kill myself." She said finally.

"Fine." Striker huffed. "I'll waste a command." He took a deep breath and said, "Nife, tell her what I showed you in the late Lord Wry's bedroom."

The compulsion to do exactly what Striker said filled Nife and her lips moved before she could even think about it.

"We have clear evidence that Lord Wry was murdered, and that it was you who did it." She said the words in a disinterested monotone. It was magic; she was sure he'd used magic on her, but how exactly, she didn't know.

There was a heavy silence.

Striker was beaming victoriously. He didn't seem in the least upset that his own older brother had been murdered by his sister, who was standing unrepentantly before him.

"That I did it?" Luster repeated slowly.

"The signature of the suicide note is your handwriting, done in your left hand." Nife replied. "I mean, seriously.... If you're getting away with murder, at least put some effort into it next time."

"He had messy handwriting." Luster objected, flaming up hot in her head and chest. 

Suddenly she grabbed Nife by the beads across her chest that she was forced to wear, and pushed her backward toward the wall. It was too far to the wall, so Lady Wry stopped and slapped Nife. The lady’s hands were small, but she used a ring-covered backhand that left a scraped bruise across Nife's cheek. Nife fluttered her eyelashes at the floor, hiding her hurt cheek behind her shoulder.

"You will withhold your comments on my efforts." Lady Wry said, then turned on her little brother. "Exactly what do you want, Striker?"

"Either you legally allow me to publicly execute Nife for her crimes, or I will command her to announce her witness statement at the public address on Sunday."

Lady Wry groaned.

"Fine. Blazing take her. She made a terrible slave anyway."

"Thanks for that." Nife muttered under her breath.

Lady Wry raised a hand to slap her, but Striker interrupted.

"Stop." He said. "She's mine now." He grinned at Nife, turning her to face him and stroking her under her chin. Nife clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. "Time for plan C, I guess."

"Fool me twice." Nife said through her teeth.

Striker's grip on her chin tightened. She could practically feel him fighting the urge to crush her teeth in. She wasn't sure if he could actually do that, but she was still afraid that he might try.

"Sorry." She hissed through squished lips. “Your lordship.”

He released her.

"Oh good." He said. "I was beginning to worry I had underestimated you."

Nife slumped at the insult, which was probably accurate. Striker's guards took her away to a dungeon cell.

Nife was manhandled and kicked into the jail in the enforcer station, shackled at the ankles and left alone with a loud clang of the barred door.

The cell was tight. She checked, trying to wiggle the bars on the window when the guard wasn't watching, and twisting at her shackles. They'd already begun to hurt by an hour in from the sheer weight and tightness.

Nife sat down on the bed and hugged her knees up, leaning her head onto her arms so the guard could stop watching her face and making Nife anxious. She didn't want that guy to come in there, as he kept threatening to do, especially not with how he kept looking at her.

She was so blazing alone, she almost wanted to go back to slavery, even if it meant getting caned and kicked, just to be near Iridiss again.

[btw, I made theme songs for many of my characters, and this is Nife's :) ]

As the sun set, blue miasma curled up in wisps that were pierced through by shafts of golden light. The night shift guards came in silently; Nife noted that they weren’t told who she was. Soon all she could see was a dark blue outside, with a faint nearby glow from a lamp on the building across the alley outside.

She was going to die, and nobody could stop it–if there was anyone that cared enough to try. Her face twisted up and she muffled her sobs against her grubby arm. She was scared.

After a few minutes of sadness that only increased instead of calming, she realized she was hearing a weird shuffling and grunting under the window outside.

"Ah–blazing–horizons–" She recognized the voice. It was Kit.

She looked up to see a puff of ruffled orange hair, then Kit's whole head appear just at the bottom of the high window, eyebrows raised so that he could look inside. When he saw her, his eyes crinkled in a mixture of joy and worry. It was so childish and random that Nife found a tiny chuckle escape her.

"Hey, you okay?" Kit attempted to whisper.

"Splendid." Nife replied, masking a wince with a smile. The smile didn’t work. "You?"

Kit frowned.

“Blazes, I thought they’d use rope.”

He grabbed one of the window bars, his head disappearing for a minute. The next thing she knew, a tiny knife was hurtling through the window and she lunged forward, deftly catching it before it clattered to the floor. Her heart warmed when she recognized her own moth stiletto. The attempt at keeping it quiet was pointless, though, because when she moved the bed squalled like it was being tortured.

Nife had the stiletto under the pillow in half a second and jerked around to face the door when the bars clanged. The guard was standing there, baton still raised as if he thought he might need to hit the bars again to get Nife's attention.

"Okay enough of that," Nife said, eyes down. She didn't dare look back to see if Kit had hidden fast enough.

"What the hell is going on in there?" The guard asked, eyes running greedily over Nife's body once, then again.

"That noise was the bed, sir." Nife said. "Word to the wise, when the bed screams, it's about time to replace it."

That might've been the wrong thing to say.

The guard was fumbling for his key, hot in the face with anger. Nife got off the bed and put her bare feet on the floor, dragging the chain across the stones as she walked to the door.

She watched the guard getting out a key with big eyes.

"What?" The guard said. "Think you can scare me away with those bugged-out skank eyes?"

Nife shook her head, pulling hair back behind her ear to reveal the two earrings as she submissively stepped back. The guard stopped with the key in the lock, giving Nife a look-over like he was thinking twice about coming in.

Then he looked around behind him like he was thinking about getting backup.

"Sorry for the noise." Nife said.

The guard looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then blew his breath out his pursed lips. 

"I'll let you off easy this once." He said. "But no more noise."

"Yes sir." Nife nodded. She didn't even have to try to look submissive anymore. She was so dejected, all she had to do was stop pretending to be fine.

She watched the guard walk away. With her nightsight, she saw Kit pop back up in the window behind her. She turned, dragging the chain with the step, and gave her friend a thumbs-up with a smirk.

His eyes wandered over her bruised arms and the shackles around her ankles, then met Nife's darkened eyes with a level of compassion she wasn't used to.

"I don't have a lot of time." He whispered–even his whisper was uncomfortably loud. "I'm standing on Warren's shoulders."

Nife covered a chuckle at the picture that that created in her mind, and her heart warmed to know that Warren was out there, actually trying to help her.

Nife heard the guard stomping back toward her cell.

"Go!" She flapped a hand at Kit.

"We're going to rescue you." Kit said, then disappeared as the guard showed up at the door again.

Nife backed up to the wall by the head of the bed, where she could grab the knife if it came to a fight.

The guard was staring in, and he was the one that looked crazy as Nife narrowed her eyes and waited.

"Did I not just fucking tell you not to make any noise?"

"If I tell you the truth, you have to promise not to laugh." Nife said, managing to make a flush come up hard enough to make her face go purple.

The guard sort of stopped in his tracks emotionally and frowned at Nife.

"Okay, you can't tell anyone about this," Nife said gravely, covering her face with a hand. "I was going to take a piss."

"Then why did I hear speaking?"

"I... my wiener needs a little encouragement sometimes."

The guard struggled to hold in a chuckle, then burst into laughter.

"Stop it..." Nife pretended to protest, turning away completely as if to hide her face. Relief washed through her as she found that Kit and Warren were gone.

"Wiener!" The guard was wheezing. "...Encouragement!" Then he grabbed a bar and peered through. "Blazes, I thought you were a girl."

Nife did her best to look disgusted. She was flat-chested enough to pass for either.

"Fucking what made you think that?" She said offendedly, and the guard burst into laughter again. "Are you saying I look like a girl?" She egged him on, and the guard swallowed the bait, laughing and walking away, hitting his stick into his palm all the way back.

Nife swallowed and breathed out. She’d better go ahead and use the chamber pot. If she made a single other noise that night she'd have hell to pay.

First chapter: next chapter:

Taglist: @tildeathiwillwrite @mimostic @fleur-a-whump @a-n-j-a-maria per Tumblr's content policy, this is the non-nsfw version, but you can find the canon Dance of Death on Amazon and ao3 (which I'm updating shabbily as fast as I can). Also if you want, it would mean so much to me if you leave a review or comment while you're there.

[redtsundere-writes]

Would you consider continuing sukunaxservant? I’m in love with that au 💗💗💗

🥺👉👈 I beg

Hiya! Since you guys and Wattpad ate up my King!Sukuna x Servant!Reader one-shots, I decided to turn it into a series on Wattpad and AO3!

The first 4 one-shots (Ear Cleaning, Ribs, Blood Bath and Eyes on Me) will be included, but they'll be longer and better. So if you like any of those caught your attention, please check out the full version :) Thank you for the support!

Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen

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CHAPTER 1 PREVIEW! ↆ

Sukuna walked through the corridors illuminated by the dark sun that ruled among the kingdoms. His long, heavy footsteps made the marble floor rumble under his weight. His sharp profile, tattooed shoulders and large body, contrasted by the reddish sky of the cursed land, terrifying any small human who encountered him. He was a king who could control anything thanks to the terror that his large body and absolute power conveyed. He had the power on his hands to kill whatever and whenever he wanted like an omnipotent god, but he liked to watch his rats run from one side to the other to obey his mercy. It amused him to play with his servants to the point of making them cry, tremble or, in extreme cases, commit suicide. He had plenty of servants, so he could afford to kill as many as he wanted. The poor uniformed humans trembled if his dark eyes rested on them. They all tried to dodge him at all costs to avoid performing tasks that involved being near him, especially cleaning his ears. 

Being a monster with senses sharpened to the max, he hated having his ears touched, but it was necessary for him to clean them to have his five senses ready for any battle. He is not someone ticklish, but his ears are the most sensitive part of his entire body. He could clean his own ears himself, but what kind of almighty, omnipotent king would clean his own ears when others could do it?

His eyes navigated through the long and endless corridors of the terrifying castle where he lived with all his subjects. The king's home was a place where darkness, cold, and uncertainty dominated the atmosphere. Even though it was surrounded by luxuries, it felt more like a secret attic than a castle fit for a king. Silver chandeliers, red candles parading on the walls and furniture upholstered with exotic fabrics from around the world decorated each room that was commonly surrounded by portraits made by hundreds of artists who feared for their lives. 

His predatory eyes sought out the first poor servant that crossed his path. He heard the bristles of a broom being scrubbed against the floor. Sukuna spotted a small figure sweeping one of the guest rooms. There you were, humming a song softly from your childhood as you made the broom dance from side to side. You were so focused on your task that you didn't notice the king standing dangerously close to you. As you turned around, you suddenly bumped into his imposing body, giving you a mini heart attack. Dressed in elegant robes, gold rings on each finger and with a wicked grin on his face, he was looking at you as if you were a despicable creature he could get rid of in the blink of an eye. 

You are the youngest and most inexperienced servant in the entire castle. You had not been living there for more than two months, so your direct interactions with the king had been few. Sukuna saw you from head to toe. He remembered you perfectly from the day he met you. Your neatly combed pigtails with two white bows showed off your innocence, the corset accentuated your small waist and the long brown skirt covered your promising legs. He accepted it, you were cute. Other than that, you were a disgusting human like everyone else, but there was something about you that caught his attention. Sukuna didn't know exactly what it was that you had. For the time being, he would continue to treat you as you deserved for being a nasty rat. Immediately, you knelt before your majesty. Your head rested in your hands against the freshly swept floor, your fingers barely touching his feet because of the closeness. 

“Are you having fun?” Sukuna asked, sarcastic. 

“No, my king,” you answered quickly, avoiding making eye contact. 

Sukuna placed one of his bare feet on your back. The oppressive weight crushed you against the cold floor. You prayed inwardly that your bones wouldn't start to creak. You bit your lower lip and closed your eyes tightly to avoid letting out a moan of pain. Having satisfied his need to make the new maid see who her master is, he removed his foot from your agonized back. You took a deep breath to fill your lungs with air again. 

“To my room. Now,” he ordered without deigning to look at you before leaving the room. You remained on the floor, slowly catching your breath. A metal taste touched your tongue. You bit your lower lip so hard what it was bleeding.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here’s an unusual maximalist 1907 home in Cincinnati, Ohio for $337K. You gotta see this house.

The main hall has the original wood. Love that. 

They replaced the floors with tile, it seems, but at least it’s covered up w/furniture and carpets.

Wow, they decorated this girl to the nines.

The dining room has nice ceiling beams and the fireplace looks new, but it’s very pretty. 

I’m a little confused by the kitchen. It looks small, but it appears to have a pantry.

It took me a while to figure out that this is a powder room. How do they keep this clean?

There are 4 bds. and 2 baths up here on the 2nd fl.

Check this out- I couldn’t figure this room out, b/c it’s too small to be a bd.

But, look, it’s the laundry room! Have you ever seen such a fancy laundry room? It even has a fireplace buried behind all the cushions.

Okay, so here’s the main bd. 

And, another bd. When they move this stuff out, this house is going to look so plain.

This full bath is small, but it’s stuffed.

The finished attic looks a little like a furniture showroom.

Is this a family area? There’s some music equipment and a fireplace.

They have a dining area jammed in here. 

Is it a bathroom or a living room? There’re upholstered chairs and a TV next to the toilet. I have never seen anything like this.

The yard isn’t very nice for such a decorative home.

https://www.redfin.com/OH/Cincinnati/514-E-Mitchell-Ave-45217/home/78824981

[drsteggy]

So here are the things I need to finish:

An assortment of chests. Yes, the monster one lights up!

Wooden furniture made by Terri Priam. I also have an upholstered chair and a lamp that lights up by her.

A saddle rack and crates. The saddle rack I believe is from the now defunct Enterprise Props and the crates- and the chests and everything after this were printed by @studiorat

KOROKS

Table and 2 chairs, probably the first project

These very cool tiles that I plan to go ham on with weathering and adding moss and grass and stuff to, and then it’s a date with Link and a plastic horse.

With everything cleaned out of the barn for now, next up are some minor repairs and hanging lights and some festive decorations.

[camillasgirl]

Historic chairs to be reused for the Coronation

In addition to St Edward’s Chair (Coronation Chair), which is used for the moment of crowning, The King and The Queen Consort will be seated in Chairs of Estate and Throne Chairs at different points during the service.

In the interest of sustainability, Their Majesties have chosen to use Chairs of Estate and Throne Chairs from the Royal Collection made for previous Coronations. These have been conserved, restored and adapted as required.

The Chairs of Estate which will be used on the 6th May 2023 were made in 1953 by the London firm White, Allom and Company for the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II on 2nd June 1953.

Their Majesties will be sat in the Throne Chairs for the Enthroning and the Homage. These chairs were made for the Coronation of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth on 12th May 1937.

Earlier this year, Their Majesties visited the Royal School of Needlework to meet craftspeople and embroiders who contributed to the project. As The Duchess of Cornwall, Her Majesty The Queen Consort became Patron of the Royal School of Needlework in 2017.

Chairs of Estate

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II used her Chair of Estate during the 1953 service, while the companion Chair of Estate for Prince Philip, The Duke of Edinburgh, was not used at the Service itself but was delivered to Buckingham Palace, where both Chairs have been on display in the Throne Room for many years.  

The Chairs of Estate are made from carved and gilded beechwood in the seventeenth century-style which was used for earlier Chairs of Estate. The cyphers of Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip are featured in the carving of the giltwood stretcher joining the front legs, together with the national emblems of a rose, thistle, and shamrock.

The Chairs of Estate will be used during the early parts of the Service and for the Coronation of Her Majesty The Queen Consort.

In preparation for the Coronation, Gilding and Furniture Conservators from the Royal Collection Trust have cleaned, restored and consolidated the giltwood frames. New silk damask was woven by the Humphries Weaving Company, Suffolk to the same pattern with which they were originally upholstered. This was to allow for the cyphers of The King and The Queen Consort to replace those of Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip, which were removed and will be kept in the Royal Collection.

The new cyphers for the Chairs of Estate have been hand embroidered by the Royal School of Needlework, and created with cloth of gold, woven with a metal thread. The cloth of gold was then embellished with gold metallic threads. Upon completion, the cyphers were applied onto the silk damask using the appliquè technique. The upholstery was completed by the Royal Household’s upholsterers, including the re-use of the original braid and trimmings.

Throne Chairs

Made by White, Allom and Company, in a seventeenth century style which in turn was based on X-framed Tudor stools. The Chairs were upholstered in crimson velvet and applied with the Royal Arms of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth.

In preparation for the Coronation, the Chairs have been conserved by the Royal Collection Trust’s Furniture Conservators. The crimson silk velvet has been replaced with new velvet and trimmings and the chairs reupholstered by the firm of AT Cronin Workshop Ltd.

New silk braid and trellis fringe, replicating the original trimmings of the Throne Chairs has been woven by Heritage Trimmings Ltd of Derby. The silk was produced by The Humphries Weaving Company, Suffolk, and the silk for the fringe has been specially dyed by Gainsborough Silks, Suffolk. The Royal School of Needlework conserved the original embroidered Coat of Arms on His Majesty’s chair before transferring it onto the new velvet.

In addition, the new Coat of Arms of The Queen Consort has been hand embroidered on Her Majesty’s Throne Chair using the silk shading technique, which has been applied to the new velvet.

St Edward’s Chair (Coronation Chair)

Made over 700 years ago, from Baltic oak and first used at the Coronation of King Edward II. During Their Majesties Coronation on May 6th, His Majesty will be crowned King on St Edward’s Chair.

Congregation Chairs

One hundred chairs have been made in collaboration between The Royal Household, Royal Warrant Holder furniture maker N.E.J Stephenson and The Prince’s Foundation. These chairs were designed by N.E.J Stephenson and will be positioned in Westminster Abbey.

The Chairs have been covered in blue velvet and feature the cyphers of Their Majesties.

The frames of several of the Congregation Chairs were made by six young graduates from The Prince’s Foundation at the Snowdon School of Furniture at Highgrove using traditional materials and techniques to create the chairs with sustainable British oak. This forms part of the wider work carried out by The Prince’s Foundation to preserve traditional skills that are at risk of being lost.

Following the Coronation, the Chairs will be auctioned, and the proceeds will be donated to charity.

[usacleanmaster]

Home Cleaning: A Comprehensive Guide to a Sparkling Home

Why a Clean Home Matters

Health Benefits of a Clean Living Space

A clean home means fewer germs and allergens, which can lead to better health. Regular cleaning helps prevent the spread of illnesses and reduces allergy symptoms by eliminating dust, pet dander, and other irritants.

Understanding the Basics of Home Cleaning

The Essentials of Home Cleaning

Cleaning Supplies You Need

To get started with home cleaning, you’ll need some basic supplies: a broom, mop, vacuum cleaner, microfiber cloths, sponges, a bucket, and gloves. These tools will help you tackle various cleaning tasks effectively.

Cleaning Products and Their Uses

Different surfaces require different cleaning products. For instance, use glass cleaner for windows and mirrors, all-purpose cleaner for countertops, and a disinfectant for bathrooms. Always read the labels to ensure you’re using the right product for the job.

Creating a Cleaning Schedule

Daily Cleaning Tasks

Daily tasks include making the bed, doing the dishes, wiping down countertops, and tidying up common areas. These small chores can prevent messes from piling up.

Weekly Cleaning Tasks

Weekly cleaning involves more detailed tasks like vacuuming carpets, mopping floors, dusting surfaces, and cleaning the bathroom. Setting aside a specific day each week for these chores can help maintain a clean home.

Monthly Cleaning Tasks

Monthly tasks include deep-cleaning appliances, washing windows, and organizing closets. These less frequent tasks ensure your home remains spotless throughout the year.

Room-by-Room Cleaning Guide

Kitchen Cleaning

Cleaning the Countertops and Sink

Start by clearing off the countertops and wiping them down with an all-purpose cleaner. Scrub the sink with a mild abrasive cleaner to remove stains and keep it shiny.

Maintaining Appliances

Regularly clean your appliances to keep them running efficiently. Wipe down the exterior of your refrigerator, microwave, and stove. Don’t forget to clean the inside of your microwave and oven periodically.

Bathroom Cleaning

Scrubbing the Shower and Tub

Use a bathroom cleaner to scrub the shower walls, doors, and tub. Pay special attention to grout lines and corners where mold and mildew can accumulate.

Keeping the Toilet Sparkling

Clean the toilet bowl with a toilet cleaner and a brush. Wipe down the exterior with a disinfectant to kill germs and keep it looking clean.

Living Room Cleaning

Dusting and Vacuuming

Dust all surfaces, including shelves, tables, and electronics. Vacuum carpets and rugs to remove dirt and dust. If you have hardwood floors, sweep and mop them.

Cleaning Upholstery

Vacuum upholstered furniture to remove dust and crumbs. For stains, use an upholstery cleaner suitable for the fabric type.

Bedroom Cleaning

Making the Bed

Make your bed every morning to give your bedroom an instant tidy look. Change your bed linens weekly to keep them fresh.

Organizing the Closet

Take some time each month to declutter and organize your closet. Donate or discard items you no longer need to keep your space organized.

Deep Cleaning Tips

Seasonal Deep Cleaning

Spring Cleaning Tips

Spring is the perfect time for a thorough cleaning. Open the windows to air out your home, wash curtains, clean light fixtures, and deep clean carpets.

Fall Cleaning Tips

Prepare for the colder months with a fall deep clean. Clean out gutters, wash windows, and organize storage areas to make space for winter items.

Tackling Stubborn Stains

Carpet Stains

Blot spills immediately with a clean cloth. Use a carpet cleaner to treat stains. For tough stains, consider renting a carpet cleaning machine or hiring a professional.

Upholstery Stains

Test any cleaning solution on a hidden area first. Blot the stain with a clean cloth and apply an upholstery cleaner. Gently scrub with a soft brush and let it dry completely.

Green Cleaning Alternatives

Eco-Friendly Cleaning Products

Homemade Cleaning Solutions

You can make effective cleaning solutions with common household items like vinegar, baking soda, and lemon juice. These ingredients are natural and safe for the environment.

Benefits of Green Cleaning

Green cleaning products reduce your exposure to harmful chemicals and are better for the environment. They are also often more cost-effective than commercial cleaners.

Maintaining a Clean Home

Habits for Keeping Your Home Clean

Develop daily habits like putting things away immediately, wiping down surfaces, and doing a quick evening tidy-up to keep your home consistently clean.

Benefits of a Clean and Organized Home

A clean home reduces stress, improves health, and creates a pleasant living environment. Keeping your space tidy and organized can enhance your overall well-being.

FAQs

How often should I clean my home?

It depends on your lifestyle and household size, but daily tidying, weekly cleaning, and monthly deep cleaning are good practices.

What are the best products for green cleaning?

Vinegar, baking soda, and lemon juice are excellent for most cleaning tasks. You can also find eco-friendly commercial products that are safe and effective.

How can I remove tough stains from my carpet?

Blot the stain immediately and use a carpet cleaner. For persistent stains, consider professional cleaning services.

Is it necessary to deep clean my home every season?

Yes, seasonal deep cleaning helps maintain a healthy and pleasant living environment by tackling areas that regular cleaning might miss.

What are some quick cleaning tips for busy people?

Focus on high-traffic areas, keep cleaning supplies handy, and do small tasks daily to prevent messes from accumulating.

[furniturelibrary1]

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