#Her Chosen Consort

[atangledfate]

Blaze gave the mother and daughter a quiet moment Alone as despite being Lillys new Mother. She was just that new, and adjusting would take some time for all of them. Thankfully though, they had plenty of it now. At least some time to rest, recover and process everything. She'd let Gardon handle finding them homes and, jobs for the most part. He was more adept and had staff to assist him with that task. She was more worried about preparing Poppy and Lilly for Noble dinners, parties and big balls. But that could wait for a few days at least. She wanted to give them both time to relax and enjoy there new life before burying them in duty.

She gave Poppy a warm smile though shifted her eyes away at the mention of Scarlett. In truth she rather liked her mother, in some ways its how she imagined her own mother might act if she were able to manifest in a more permanent fashion. Though she admitted she was a bit overbearing but only because she cared for poppy and her family.

" Well, Scarlett does seem to enjoy taking charge. Though i wouldn't say its a bad quality. Every family needs a leader, however i just hope i made a good impression..."

She then noticed Poppy favoring her side, and grew a bit ore concerned. The battle had been fierce, and yet why had she only just now noticed the injury? Well if it was naught but a bruise they had little to worry about.

" Yes in my room, i normally use it to chill my beverages. But there should be plenty. Are you sure we shouldn't have a medical doctor take a look? I could call the palace doctor... "

She offered as she lead Poppy down the hall to her room, the massive double doors opening up into her lavish room. Big enough to house half the family though, she was a royal it wasn't to shocking. She didn't spend much time here outside of her resting cycle. She gripped a small towel and wrapped the ice up inside of it and offered it to Poppy.

" Feels odd to be the one doctering another for a change... i am honestly usually the one needing tending to..."

"Alright, see you all tomorrow morning. Piper, please don't flirt with the staff or the guards. The last thing I want Blaze to be bugged because you're making everyone uncomfortable." Poppy only gave Piper a stern look making her keep quiet and not offer any argument or sly comment. "Good night," the opossum said which everyone returned in kind to both her and Blaze.

Poppy would follow Blaze as it seemed Lily's room had already been moved right next to theirs already. "Thank you," the opossum said, walking and to the bed. She walked over to the bed, setting her daughter down and tucking her in. "Alright, I know you usually want a story, though it's been a long day, and I have some stuff to talk to your other mom about."

"Okay mom, I understand. I'm super tired so it's alright," Lily said before yawning again. "Good night mom, and good night mom." The young opossum then wiggled a bit to get comfy and drifted off to sleep right quickly.

Poppy would quietly leave the room, gently closing the door before turning to look at Blaze. "Sorry if my mom was a bit much. She has a bad habit of trying to take charge and doing things her own way." The opossum then lightly gripped her own side. "You wouldn't happen to have an ice pack in your room, would you? I think I may have gotten a nasty bruise on my side. Didn't really start feeling it until a bit ago."

Poppy guessed having a high pain tolerance wasn't always the greatest as it could cause her to miss stuff like this. "Though before you freak out, I'm sure it's nothing serious. I've had some broken ribs before, and it doesn't hurt anywhere near that so I'm sure it's just a pretty big bruise." The opossum didn't want to worry Blaze again.

[blasphemousclaw]

Ranni has every reason to hate Marika. She is the figurehead of an order that has caused her and her family so much misery… and yet, in the Age of the Stars ending cutscene, Ranni holds Marika’s head with such gentleness. It feels less like Ranni is putting down a tyrant, and more like she’s laying her to rest, after many long years of torment. 

Ranni could have been Marika’s successor, but she rejected the guidance of the Two Fingers, slaying her own flesh in order to be rid of their influence: 

“But I would not acquiesce to the Two Fingers. I stole the Rune of Death, slew mine own Empyrean flesh, casting it away. I would not be controlled by that thing.”

Ranni goes to such drastic lengths because the most intolerable thing possible to her is to be a pawn; her will not being her own, but being at the mercy of a higher power. Ranni’s quest is above all about free will – it culminates with Ranni using the Fingerslayer Blade to tear her Two Fingers into bloody ribbons, at long last giving her full control over her own destiny.

Marika in the present day is a prisoner held in perpetual torment. According to Enia and the Two Fingers,

"Queen Marika is the vessel of the Elden Ring, carrier of its vision. A god, in truth. But after the Elden Ring's shattering, she was imprisoned in the Erdtree. A grim punishment for shattering the Order, despite her godhood. The Fingers speak... "Marika's trespass demanded a heavy sentence. But even in shackles, she remains a god, and the vision's vessel.”

Marika shattered the Order, going against the will of the Two Fingers, and was punished for it gravely. In many ways, Marika’s fate is Ranni’s absolute worst nightmare. This is exactly the fate she took such drastic lengths to escape… serving a higher power with her entire being, her will not her own, but the will of the Fingers, with any attempt at change met with violent suppression, her body essentially being used as a puppet to defend the last vestiges of the Order.

“I would not be controlled by that thing.”

I think that Ranni, seeing Marika’s broken body at the end of it all, felt nothing but pity for her in that moment, despite everything she’d done. To me, the act of Ranni holding Marika’s head in her hands feels like she’s saying, “you were my enemy. But there is no worse fate in this world than what you suffered. Now, you can be truly free."

[spacerockfloater]

The way people switched on Tamlin the moment Rhys was introduced is diabolical.

“Tamlin never really loved Feyre, it was all a trick from the start”: It is stated that Tamlin was disgusted by the idea of forcing someone to fall in love with him and considered it slavery, but ended up being so in love with her that he ultimately lets her go and choses her freedom and safety over that of his own people. Rhys confirms that Tamlin loved Feyre too much. And he loved her truly. Not because he had to. Tamlin treated Feyre with dignity when she was engaged to him. He introduced her as his lady, to be respected and cherished by all. And she really was loved by his people, too. Rhysand uses her as his lap dog to scare Hewn City and parades her as his whore.

“Tamlin never did anything for Feyre, he just used her”: He improved her and her family’s life in every aspect and offered her everything he had.

“Tamlin had sex with someone else in Calanmai”: Out of duty and responsibility because he didn’t want to force Feyre, who still wasn’t sure about her feelings, into it. All of the High Lords perform the Calanmai. Lucien says so. How convenient that this is never brought up with Rhysand. He surely does perform it as well. All the theories in here, “Lucien doesn’t know what he’s talking about/ This is a SC ritual only/ He probably just passes the duty on to someone else” are just a way for people to villainise Tam and glorify Rhys again. All of them inaccurate. The Calanmai is canonically performed by every High Lord. There’s no evidence that proves otherwise. As the son of one High Lord and the ambassador of another, Lucien would know. He is 500 years old. It’s just more convenient for SJM to never bring this up again because it raises the question of “Who was Rhysand fucking all these years?” and it makes her favourite character look bad. And once he is engaged to her, Tamlin flat out refuses to do it. Let’s be real for a second.

“Tamlin didn’t help Feyre under the mountain”: He literally could not. He was bound by a curse. He was forced to be Amarantha’s consort and a consort cannot oppose you. His powers were bound. Alis warns Feyre that Tamlin will not be able to help her. Stop acting as if he didn’t want to help her. He decapitated Amarantha the moment he got his autonomy back. Claiming that there’s no proof that Tamlin was under the influence of a spell when he literally didn’t break the curse and Amarantha’s magic didn’t allow him to use his powers is crazy. And even if he tried, he could never provide actual help. We see this when he begs Amarantha for Feyre’s life. Him showing he cares about her would only make Amarantha more jealous and vicious towards Feyre.

“Tamlin made out with Feyre instead of helping her”: He couldn’t help her run away. No one could do that. She would never make it, Amarantha would find her. In fact, Tamlin specifically could not help her in any way. He could only assure her he still wants and loves her. And she wanted that just as much. Rhys abused her physically, mentally, verbally, drugged her and much worse. And he enjoyed all of it. If he didn’t want to raise suspicions, he wouldn’t have placed a bet in her favour. Rhys is a sadist, SJM just decided to mellow him down in the next book so that we’d all like him over Tamlin.

“Tamlin ignored Feyre’s wishes and only wanted her to be his bride, he didn’t let her be High Lady”: Both Tamlin and Feyre were bad communicators going though trauma and Tam had a whole court to care for. Tamlin was unaware of how Feyre felt because she barely spoke up once. Rhys knew because he literally lived inside her head and had all the time in the world to focus his attention on her since his court suffered zero consequences during Amarantha’s reign. And Tamlin simply told her the truth: there’s no such thing as High Lady. Even her current title is given to her by Rhys, the magic of Prythian has not actually chosen her to be High Lady. The title and its power are decorative. And she said she didn’t want that anyway.

“Tamlin locks Feyre up and uses his magic to harm her”: He locks her in his humongous palace to keep her safe, after she just came back from the dead and his worst enemy is kidnapping her every month, while he runs off to protect his borders. Rhysand locks Feyre in a fucking bubble. Tamlin loses control of his magic. He doesn’t want to harm her. That’s not abuse. Abuse is intentional. Feyre and Rhysand lock Lucien and Nesta up. They lock the people of the Hewn City up in a cave. Feyre loses control of her magic and harms Lucien’s mother. Double standards I guess.

“Tamlin is a bad and conservative ruler”: Tamlin is such a beloved ruler that his sentries literally begged to die for him. Feyre had to fuck with their minds to finally turn them against him. They were his friends. He was so progressive that the lords fled his court once he became their ruler because he wouldn’t put up with their bullshit like his father did. He loved all of his people. He is against slavery. The Tithe was just tax collection. Rhysand practically rules over just one city, while ignoring Hewn City and Illyria. He treats 2/3 of his realm like shit and everyone except the residents of Velaris hates him. He collects tax, too, but we conveniently never see this. He ranks the members of his inner circle (my 1st, my 2nd etc.) and reminds them every moment that they are his slaves first and anything else second, while Tamlin treats them equally and even gives Lucien an official title by naming him Ambassador.

“Tamlin conspired with Hybern”: He was a double agent and his short lived alliance, two weeks all in all, not only didn’t harm a single soul, but ultimately saved all of Prythian as he was the only one who brought valuable information to that meeting. He dragged Beron to battle. Rhysand’s alliance with Amarantha harmed thousands and only helped save one city, Velaris.

“Tamlin is responsible for turning Nesta and Elain into Fae”: No, that was Ianthe, who got the info from Feyre. Tamlin was fooled by her, just as Feyre obviously was, or she wouldn’t have trusted her. Tamlin was disgusted by that act.

“Tamlin is less powerful than Rhysand”: Rhysand himself says that a battle between them would turn mountains to dust. Tamlin killed Rhysand’s dad, the previous High Lord of the Night Court, in one blow. He is just as powerful as Rhysand. SJM again just wants us to believe otherwise. And he is smarter, too. He was the only one not to trust Amarantha. And he was a good spy for Prythian against Hybern.

All of these takes are cold as fuck. SJM was testing the waters with ACOTAR and she made sure the main love interest, Tamlin, was insanely likeable, so that the book could be a satisfactory standalone story in case she couldn’t land a trilogy deal. She didn’t know it would be such a big hit. But once she realised she could turn this into a franchise, she had to figure out a new story to tell. She may claim otherwise, but there’s just too many plothotes to convince me. And in order to make her new main love interest seem like the best choice, she had to character assassinate the old one. There was no other way. ACOTAR Rhys was too much of an evil monster to be loved by the majority of the audience. But Tamlin was introduced to us as such a heroic and passionate man that is literally impossible to turn him into someone despised by all. Feyre’s relationship with Rhysand reads too much like cheating on Tamlin. That’s why anyone with basic analytical skills is able to realise the flaws of the narration.

[the20thangel]

The Realm's Jewel

Another Request! Summary: (like an Au where there was no war) The reader is Rhaenyra’s only daughter and Damon’s daughter. She comes to King's Landing but with Benji, whom she married. BUT Aemond loved the reader and thought that when they married, her life with Benji would be horrible. When they show up, she’s very happy and has two little boys that look exactly like Benji. And maybe a little fight scene?

Word Count: 2510

The whole Red Keep was buzzing with excitement; Princess Daenys was returning to Kingslanding after five years away. King Viserys was overjoyed he missed his sweet granddaughter. She was indeed a beauty, with beautiful, long platinum hair and large doe-like eyes that were a gorgeous purple color. She was the eldest daughter of Princess Regent Rhaenyra and Prince Consort Daemon. Twin sister of Prince Jacaerys, she was the realm’s jewel. Everyone in the realm adored the lovely princess, so they celebrated her return. She spent five years away due to her marriage to the Lord of Raventree Hall. When the two were babes, Lord Benjicot and Princess Daenys were betrothed secretly by Princess Rhaenyra and Lord Samwell. Princess Rhaenyra noted that House Blackwood was not a House Paramount but had a great army and fierce warriors. It was a considerable advantage for her own house, and House Blackwood was honored with a princess. 

Daenys and Benjicot met a few times growing up. Unbeknownst to the rest of the court, the betrothed and Prince Jacaerys bonded by playing pranks on numerous Lords and Ladies who visited Kingslanding. Benjicot and Jace created a bond of brothers and, in turn, would sometimes try to play pranks on the princess. Unfortunately for Jace, all Daenys needed to do was bat her doe-eyes and push a pout to have Benji forget everything and follow her around like a love-sick puppy. Jace would tease Benji for it, but Benjicot couldn't care less. Benjicot and Daeny were due to marry each other on their 18th name day, but when Daenys turned six and ten, something changed. 

Viserys declared his wish to see Daenys and Aemond married. Rhaenyra raged at her father, stating that Daenys was her daughter and her daughter's marriage would not be decided by someone else. Viserys grew angry, declaring that he was the King and Aemond was a Targaryen prince; there was no better match than him. As Aemond walked smugly to the training yard, he taunted Jacaerys and Lucerys before shouting to Daenys that they would soon wed and asking her to reign in her brothers. Daenys blood ran cold hearing the news, and she ran to her mother sobbing. She did not want to marry Aemond; her heart belonged to Benji, and she would rather die than be married to someone else. Rhaenyra knew that the only way Daenys could marry her chosen husband would be how she married Daemon, going off and marrying, not allowing her marriage to be broken. Quietly in the night, Rhaneyra prepared Princess Daenys, writing a letter to Lord Samwell, explaining the situation and hopefully allowing her daughter to marry his son sooner than planned. 

In the cover of the night, Daenys flew out on her dragon Sliverwing to Raventree Hall. When the Red Keep noticed the princes' absence and scouts were sent to find the princess, a raven arrived from the Riverlands—stating the Princess's marriage to the Heir of House Blackwood, with the Septon’s stamp of officiality and a Septa’s account of the couple consummating the marriage. Viserys internally fumed, but he knew he could do nothing, only glaring at Rhaenyra, knowing she was the one who helped Daenys leave the Red Keep. 

Aemond was a whole different story. The Prince raged for three days, beating up anyone in his way, upset that the Heir to Raventree Hall stole his princess. He all but commanded his father to let him travel to Raventree Hall and bring back the traitor's head. This caused Viserys rage, stating that he would not risk a war with the Riverlands by killing an heir. Viserys noted that not only would the whole realm rage, but the seven, Aemond’s gods,  would curse him for killing his niece’s husband. Aemond huffed, leaving, and he would wait; he knew Daenys would soon see she made the wrong decision and come back begging for an annul, and they would marry the way the seven wanted them to be. 

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Five years, and finally, the princess was back for the first-year celebration of her mother’s time as a Princess Regent. The whole court was waiting eagerly in the sides and gallery to catch how married life faired for the princess. Everyone quieted down when two Kingsguards slammed their swords to the ground, calling for attention, as a herald shouted—presenting Lord Benjicot Blackwood, of House Blackwood, Lord of Raventree Hall, and his lady wife Crown Princess Daenys Targaryen, with their two sons, their heir Davos Blackwood and his brother Aenar Blackwood. The whole court gasped when they saw the two four-name day-old sons walking between their parents. Davos wore mainly a red doublet with little ravens on his collar, looking like an exact copy of his father saved for the beautiful purple Valyrian eyes. While Aenar wore a black doublet with little red dragons on his collar, one eye was grey and the other purple, showing off the blood of the First Men and Valyrian running through his veins. They grew more in shock, seeing how Princess Daenys matured into a fine jewel. Her hair was raised in braids and then into a bun, letting a few hair strains frame her face. She walked side by side with her family, caressing a medium-sized bump, signaling that she was expecting another child with her husband, who looked smug, walking into the throne room. 

All four stopped infront of the iron throne, bowing to the Princess Regent, who walked down to hug her daughter and greet her grandchildren. 

The two boys grinned at their grandmother, bowing before they said, “Good morrow, your grace. It's nice to meet you.” 

This caused the whole court to swoon, well, all but the Targaryen/Hightower side of the family, especially Aemond, who fumed those sons and future children should have been his children, not some smug lord. He could not believe his Daenys took this long to return. Was she being held captive, and was her regal persona just that, a persona? He knew he needed to help her escape, and after she and he were married, he promised to treat those boys as if they were his, for they had to be more of Daenys in them than of Benjicot. 

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As the Blackwood family settled into their suite, Daenys could not help but reminisce about her time in the Red Keep. There were many things she missed at her old home. 

“Wow! Muna, this your old room?! It's bigger than mine and Aenie’s rooms together!” asked Davos as he ran around in circles, causing Benjicot to laugh and pick up his son. 

“Yes, your mother was very spoiled here; she sometimes would act like it too,” taunted Benji as he smirked at his wife, who turned and playfully glared at her husband. 

“You dare lie to our sons, dear husband? Hmm, I will not stand for such lies.” She walks towards her eldest son, kissing him on the crown as she asks the servants to bathe both boys in preparation for the upcoming feast. 

“I only jest, love. You were not that spoiled,” grinned Benji, laughing as Daenys mock gasped, lightly hitting her husband.

“We shall see if I let you sleep in the bed with me at night, then we’ll see who truly is spoiled,” Daenys lightly threatened Benji, the princess grinning as he brought her to his arms and kissed her before the doors opened to bring in the Princes Jacaerys and Lucerys, who then pretended to gag. 

“Ugh, we did not need to see that!” jested Lucerys, jumping on Benjicot’s back, causing the lord to laugh, letting go of his wife as he pretended to wrestle with Luke. Jace shook his head at the two men and walked to his twin, kissing her on the cheek. 

“How was your trip here, dear sister,” asked Jace. 

“Tiresome, with two restless boys and a babe who would not cease kicking every time they felt their father’s hand on my stomach,” stated Daenys, smiling as her husband and younger brother messed around. 

“Then you have two overgrown children here, so what are we to do?” joked Jace, who then shouted, feeling Ben grab him and bring him into the fight. 

“I thought you both came here to warn Daenys not to mess around like children?” questioned Baela walking in with her sister Rhaena, both being betrothed to the Targaryen brothers. 

The men separated breathing heavily as Daenys looked confused, “Warn me? About what?” asked Daenys. 

Luke groaned, “about uncle Aemond, he is still in his ass, thinking that you were stolen from him and that Ben here is a terrible husband to you.” 

Daenys scoffed, “Is he truly into his delusions to think I ever loved him? Anybody with eyes could see how Ben and I acted around each other. There was a reason why House Blackwood was constantly invited to the Red Keep.” 

Jace snorted as the two boys ran into the room, into their uncles’ arms. “Well, not him, so don’t be surprised if he tries to pick a fight with you, Ben.” 

Little Davos smirked uncanny to his father's smirk, “Kepa will just then break his nose, just like he did with the loser Braken when he tried to kiss Muna !” exclaimed Davos, while Aenar cheered. 

The two Targaryen Princes and their future wives gaped, staring at the Lord of Raven Tree Hall, who only grinned. 

“That will be a story to tell when the children are sleeping,” explained Daenys. 

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The feast was going well, and everyone was enjoying the food and entertainment brought by Princess Rhaenyra. Well, all but one. Aemond kept glaring at Benjicot any chance he had. His glare only worsened when someone complimented the couple or when Benjicot showed affection to his wife. Aemond could have sworn that he once saw the lord smirk at him as he caressed the Princess’s growing belly. Aegon noticed before snorting into his wine that a storm was brewing, and he was much too sober for it yet. 

As the toasts began, everyone was toasting Princess Rhaenyra’s first year of reign or the welcome back of Princess Daenys. Finally, everyone grew tense when it came to Aemond as the Prince rose, staring straight at Daenys, who scowled, pressing herself to her husband. 

“A toast to Princess Daenys; welcome back, my princess. I have missed your pretty eyes all these years, but you are back where you belong. It is truly a shame your sons look so much like their sire. Nevertheless, they will be loved…” started Aemond, smirking at Benjicot, who was becoming upset with each word coming out of his mouth. 

Davos and Aenar were confused. Why was this man saying that it was a shame they looked like their Kepa? Muna always stated that she loved how they looked like him when they asked the question. Alicent was trying to shut Aemond up, telling him to be quiet and sit down, but Aemond only pushed her away. 

“You both should have pure Valyrian blood, but your father stole your mother from me and, in turn, tainted your blood with that of those barbarians blood of the First Men.” as soon as the words left Aemond’s mouth. 

Benjicot angrily rose from the table, which caused Aemond to start walking around, ready to fight Lord Blackwood. The whole table exploded with chaos, and Rhaenyra, Viserys, and Alicent called for order and peace. Jace and Luke each took one of the boys far from the conflict with Baela and Rhaena. Daemon reached his daughter, leading her away for her husband, as Daenys yelled for Benjicot to return. Heleana covered her ears as she pressed her eyes closed, not wanting to see, with lastly Aegon laughing drunkenly at his brother’s stupidity. Lord Blackwood was not called Bloody Ben for nothing. 

As Aemond ran to Benjicot, he took out his sword, swinging it towards the head. Benjicot, who had seen actual conflict and not just training, quickly ducked as he punched Aemond’s face. This caused Aemond's eyebrow to bleed, and he stumbled back. Angered, he threw himself on Benjicot, who in turn grabbed him as they fell to the ground, punching and kicking each other. 

Alicent began screeching as Rhaenyra called for the kingsguard to separate the two. As the guards ran in, Benji was able to get on top of Aemond, and he wildly punched the Prince’s face repeatedly, Ben’s knuckles becoming a bloody mess; he would have continued if he had not heard Daenys distraught yell. 

“Ben, that’s enough; you’ll kill him!,” shouted Daenys as she broke free from her father, running to her husband. 

As Benjicot smiled widely, he raised away from Prince Aemond and threw one last kick. Daenys reached her husband, grabbing his face into her hands. 

“Come back, Ben. You did enough; I’m here,” she whispered as she kissed Benji, who finally exhaled and pressed a small kiss in return. 

“Guards, seize Lord Blackwood, have him whipped for striking Prince Aemond!” screeched Alicent as she tried ordering, growing angry when no one moved. 

Viserys, although weak from the chaos, walked with the help of Heleana. “That’s enough, Alicent; if anything, Aemond should be punished for insulting Lord Benjicot and Princess Daenys and their children. He caused this violence!” 

Alicent gasped, “He is your son Viserys!” 

“That does not excuse him from insulting guests or trying to kill them; get Prince Ameond a maester for his injuries and the rest back to our rooms. No, Alicent enough! Guards take the queen consort back to her rooms, with a tea to calm her.” ordered Viserys as both his daughters led him away. 

Daenys sighed in relief and quietly apologized. She asked her brothers to take her sons to the nursery and led her husband back to her rooms. Once in her chambers, Daenys cleaned up her husband's wounds, mainly his knuckles. 

“Was that all necessarily Ben?” asked Daenys as she cleaned him up. 

Benjicot sighed, feeling only slightly ashamed. He had not meant to cause stress to his wife. “Yes, he insulted our sons, and I grew tired of him thinking you are his when you are mine, my princess, my love, my wife,” said Ben as he kissed her neck. 

Daenys sighed, “I know, but you know how much I hate seeing you injured; it kills me every time.” stated Daenys, kissing him softly on his lips. 

Benji apologized again to his wife, holding her close to him, kissing her crown as he gently rocked them. Daenys sighed in contentment before a mischievous look crossed her face. 

“Although I grew very excited once I saw you winning the fight. You look radiant, my love,” whispered Daenys, her grin growing as she heard her husband growled. 

Daenys squealed as Benjicot flipped her, him in between her legs. 

“One day, your pretty words will not have such an effect on me, my princess,” growled playful Benji as he nibbled on Daenys lips. 

Daenys giggled, “One day, but that day is not today,” grabbing her husband's shoulders as they continued to kiss.

[atangledfate]

The sheep looked a little awkward as her attempt at humor seemed to have fallen flat. She didn't actually intend for them to as the kids say---throw hands! but clearly the joke hadn't worked as well as she'd hoped. She would have to avoid such attempts in the future. Perhaps she wasn't meant to joke like that? Her stoic nature did make such things fall flat didn't they?

" I was... attempting to be funny, i appear to have missed the mark..."

The sheep was nervous as she rapped her fingers on the desk. Clearly she had alot to learn about certain social scenarios. The pains of being raised in the priesthood.

Blaze though her ears perked up hearing about this church. She doubted they would just part with such artifacts cheap or if at all. Especially since any thing they took would be consumed as fuel for the pyre. She still couldn't discount it and even Lillianna was giving her a look of hope. Still She couldn't do anything with that unless they got poppy back home.

" Perhaps... i fear any item we took would be consumed in the pyre. I do have some explaining to do---but lets speak as we return back to the palace. Lillianna i'll keep you posted on any future developments... think of what i said though "

She took Poppys hand in hers and gave Lillianna a bow before the two would start the long walk back down the winding halls. Though Blaze was quiet for awhile she did have to tell her didn't she? Once they were away from Lillianna and alone, she imagined Poppy had alot on her mind. Much still had to be explained and she just didn't feel like she had the time.

" Your Mother? You would ask her to live with us? I am not against the idea... though she would be leaving everything she knew behind. Are you sure she'd be keen on the idea? "

She asked if only to break the ice as they made there way back. She knew the tension was still quite high from the meeting.

" But, if it is what you desire i would never tell you no..."

She sighed as she stopped walking and seemed to pause as her heart sank. She had to address the elephant didn't she? She couldn't ignore it anymore and Poppy did deserve to know. She placed a hand over her own heart as she felt a bit responsible. She turned to poppy and looked somewhat guilty as she met her eyes with her own.

" Is... alot we should speak on... i wish to tell you what Lillianna wished me to speak on. She is right, i should have told you the moment i had this idea in my head---the moment i decided to make you my Consort. "

she sighed again and looked down at her feet

" But i do not wish to speak of it here... it is a truth only a few know, and i would not wish to upset others. So... later, at the palace and i will answer all your questions then---i am sure you have many by now. You deserve transparency... and i do not wish to hide things from you..."

She took both of Poppys hands and gave them a little squeeze to help comfort her, or maybe it was herself who needed comfort. She sighed and glanced back down the long hall and frowned.

" For now... let us face the Stairs... swords drawn, and shields raised! if only the stairs moved on there own! wouldn't that be fanciful! I suppose i could CHUCK you down them like a sack of potatoes! haha... oh well let's go---its along walk! "

She turned taking Poppys hand again and the two rounded the many halls and walkways. Finally reaching the upper temple, and from there the immense flight of stairs down to the palace.

" Well are you ready? or do you need a moment? "

"I wasn't actually serious about the slap." Poppy guessed she wasn't surprised Lillianna believe she was a bit serious given how direct she was moments ago, though best not to poke the bear-boar. The opossum agreed that part of the conversation was at an end.

Poppy would listen to Blaze and Lillianna talk about when they summoned Blaze's mom. The opossum didn't know there were a tone of risks to doing it. Not to mention it sounded like that the flame need a boost or something. If she'd know there were so many issues, she'd have suggested the deity keep her distance and not risk her anti-magic messing something up.

"If ya need something to try and boost that flame then you could always talk to some of the priests of my world. I know the big three church's claim to have a chuck ton of God relics in their vaults. I'm sure they'd jump at a chance to help any kind of deity." Poppy wasn't sure how well it'd go, though figured she'd mention it.

"I could call my sister Bella and see if she can pull some strings. After all, she's stationed at the Church of Silvana who was one of the Three Mothers of Magic. Wouldn't be surprised if the vault in that church had all sorts of crazy powerful magic relics in it." Poppy hoped her sister would be able to help.

"Though I think the most she could do is get ya a meeting with the current head of that church. Might be up to you to convince them to look in the vault." The opossum was sure Lillianna would hit it off with them with them, at least she hoped. "Blaze is right, I do gotta find a Nanny. Unless my mom can move in," she said laughing as she was sure she's already pushing it with marrying Blaze.

[crazerk]

When you find yourself among the few women chosen to become a concubine in the Imperial harem, you have a chance to carve your place in court.

The life of a concubine might seem luxurious and idyllic, but behind the silken curtains of the harem, dangerous games are played. Games where the wrong words will cost your life, betrayal, lies and secrets are commonplace and gaining the shah’s attention is paramount to your survival.

Start out as a princess, disgraced noble or captive.

Intrigue, intrigue and more intrigue.

Dramatic events on par with a soap opera

Revenge, backstabbing, forbidden love, plots and more.

Rise the ranks by outsmarting or eliminating your rivals.

Produce and raise heirs to secure your place.

Influence politics through the emperor or seize power for yourself.

Learn fire magic or join a cult of chaos.

Live a life of leisure and the pursuit of higher education or a life of hedonism.

Inspired by the Sassanid dynasty and Persian mythology.

Shah Khazunef

He is calm, perspective and far less ruthless than his father before him but they share the same cunning nature and intimidating aura. Khazunef has deep brown skin, dark hazel eyes and silky mid length black hair that frames his face perfectly.

Fang

A former slave whose fighting prowess earned him freedom. He has since become a close friend of Khazunef and they regard each other as brothers. He serves as an informal advisor and spy to the shah but shirks any formal duties. Fang is charismatic and extroverted with copper red hair, rose skin and blue eyes.

Persa

Her name means dove and fits her gentle demeanor. She was raised a princess in a land of mountains and snow that was conquered by Shah Arzad. Upon the fall of her city and murder of her family, she was brought to the capital to serve in the palace. She has honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes and alabaster skin.

Ignasia

Ignasia is a fire priestess and staunch follower of the faith. Although born a noble, she gave up all claims and titles to serve in the fire temples as a guardian of the eternal flame. Ignasia has dark hair, darker eyes and a regal, reserved bearing.

Valide Zarayan

She is the ruthless and ambitious mother of Khazunef, originally a distrusted foreigner who rose to great power in the court of Shah Arzad. She rules over the harem like her own little kingdom and holds influence over her son.

Shahbanu Yaris

The wife of Khazunef and shahbanu of the realm. Yaris wed the emperor when he was 17 and she 26 in an alliance that strengthened the empire and influences it to this day.

Vizier Rubien

The grand vizier and advisor to the Emperor who Khazunef considers a father figure. Rubien is fiercely intelligent, loyal and wise. He remains dedicated to his work and helping the Emperor rule justly.

Averus

Averus is a high priest and soothsayer of the court. His advice is sought by all and a bad word about you from his lips can sully your reputation and relationships beyond repair.

Consort Iltani

Former consort and favorite of Shah Arzad. Her name is whispered like a curse, and her influence spreads far wide even though the valide has her currently imprisoned within the palace.

This story is for mature audiences, please proceed with discretion! Story will contain violence, drugs, alcohol, death, suicide, infanticide, harm to animals, miscarriages, abuse and sexual themes.

Demo

[alaynasansa]

Why do fans keep acting like Rhaenyra and Cersei are in the same situation ?

Cersei's children aren't Robert's, the ruling monarch

Rhaenyra's children aren't Laenor's, the consort

Rhaenyra is the legitimate heir and Jace, Luke and Joffrey are her biological kids

Robert didn't know about Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen

Laenor actively knew that Rhaenyra had chosen Harwin as the biological father of their children and agreed

Corlys and Rhaenys knew and loved the Velaryon boys and acknowledged them as their grandsons

[starogeorgina]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warnings: Breeding kink, threesome, degrading kink, swearing, incest

“Anything to help keep our bloodline pure.”

Daemon words replay in your head while Rhaenyra fingers slide inside you. If you came too early, there would be a punishment.

If someone had told you a few moons ago that you would have been at the mercy of Daemon and Rhaenyra, you would have laughed in their faces, but here you are, naked with your legs spread wide as you eagerly wait for Daemon to fuck you.

A deal was struck when Rhaenyra snuck into King's landing and found you in the sept praying. You would bend the knee, and once the war was over, you would have an heir with someone who shared the blood of the dragon instead of being married off to some lord from a random house, and you presumed your brother Daeron would be who was chosen for you; however, the king consort and queen had other.

With her fingers buried deep inside you, Rhaenyra gently kisses your nose, your cheek, and then your lips. Daemon stands at the foot of the bed and begins to stroke his cock. “How does she feel?”

“You’d think she was a maiden with how tight she is.” Rhaenyra lightly slaps your breast with her free hand, “But you’re not a maiden; you’re a whore.“

You tighten around her fingers.

��Filthy girl,” using her free hand, Rhaenyra spanks your clit. “Do you want Daemon to fill you up? Stretch you out with his cock before spilling his seed inside you.”

“Yes, yes!”

“I think her greedy cunt is ready for more.”

Rhaenyra withdraws her fingers, and Daemon immediately stands between your legs. He rubs the head of his cock between your folds before pushing inside you, filling you up with one thrust. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before pounding into you. Rhaenyra, unless the front of her dress until her breasts are on show, she hovers over you so they are in your face.

“Such a sloppy little hole you have; you practically soaked my wife’s hand.”

His words go straight to your core. You suck on Rhaenyra's nipple until she pulls back and completely removes her dress and straddles your face.

“If you eat your queen out properly, I’ll allow you to come before being bred.”

Understanding, you nod. You turned your attention to Rhaenyra; she was so wet watching her husband fuck you always turned her on. You lick her clit a few times before sucking on it and put two fingers inside her with ease. Her moans encourage you to keep going, and when she starts to thrust against your fingers, you speed up your movements.

“Oh fuck!”

Seeing that his wife is satisfied, Daemon starts to rub your clit, bringing you to the next edge of an intense orgasm.

Feeling Rhaenyra rubbing down against your face, you lock your arms around her thighs and hold her in place. Tasting every drop of her you could, she lightly slaps at your breasts when your legs start to shake around Daemon's waist.

“Thats it, such a good little whore,” Daemon cock twitches as he comes inside you. “Stay on your back; I don’t want any of my seed wasted.”

Rhaenyra pinches your nipples, “Keep fucking me with your tongue, and I’ll allow Daemon to fill you up again.”

You take a few seconds to recover, and then immediately begin to devour her again.

[minsarasarahair]

My favorite ships from JP light novels that already have manga adaption and some have anime adaption too with long haired man (Its important, okay? No long hair bishie. No motivation.)

Watashi no shiawase na kekkon (My Happy Marriage) [Trailer] ➤ Heroine is abused by her family and send her off to marry a rumored cruel rich man. Turns out he's a husband material for the right girl.

Akuyaku Reijou nanode Last Boss wo Kattemimashita (I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss) [Trailer] ➤ Isekai heroine find herself as the villainess of the Otome game she's playing. To prevent her Bad Ending, she asked the Last Boss to marry her.

Yubiwa no Eranda Konyakusha (The Fiancée Chosen by the Ring) ➤ Heroine is minding her own business admiring the dresses in a party but her head was hit by a flying ring. To her surprise, a beautiful man suddenly announced she is his fiancée.

Saiunkoku Monogatari (Color Cloud Palace) [Trailer] ➤ Heroine was bribed to act as consort for the young Emperor with ulterior motive to help him find motivation in governing the Saiunkoku country. Heroine later became a governor to help the Emperor serve their country.

Hokuou Kizoku to Moukinzuma no Yukiguni Karigurashi (The Snow Country Hunting Life of the Northern Nobleman and the Raptor Wife) ➤ MC is having a hard time looking for a wife because his past relationship don't accept his hunting lifestyle. He thought he should find a strong woman instead and so the retired female soldier catch his attention.

Ginzatoushi To Kuro No Yousei (Sugar Apple Fairy Tale) [Trailer] ➤ Heroine is on her way to become a confectioner but she need a bodyguard in her journey so she hired a beautiful warrior fairy and he has attitude problem.

Kusuriya no Hitorigoto (The Apothecary Diaries) [Trailer] ➤ Heroine is kidnapped and sold to become a servant of palace's harem. There, she meet a beautiful eunuch who find her interesting and won't leave her alone. They solve mysteries in the harem together.

[missglaskin]

i feel like Otto would use Daemon and Rhaenyra’s secret wedding, mere days after their partners funerals, as the sole ammunition to have Rhaenyra disinherited and second-born!Reader named the Princess of Dragonstone after Otto reminds Viserys the sole reason Rhaenyra was chosen was to prevent Daemon from having the throne. and Alicent will begin planting the seeds of a doubt in Viserys mind that some may not want a the Reader on a throne because she’s adopted but if she married Aegon, the firstborn son, she wouldn’t be contested. that Aegon was better fitted as a consort anyways.

and the Velaryons have mixed feelings about the whole ordeal because Corlys really wanted his blood on the throne but Rhaenys believes the reader will be a much better ruler.

she’s kind of like the “peoples princess” if that makes sense. from a young age she began serving as the king’s cupbearer, allowing her the opportunity to watch the council work, and even there were times when she spoke up. advocating on behalf of the servants for better living conditions or pushing for repairs on the sewage system underneath the city.

not even Rhaenyra could deny that the reader would make a good queen but there’s some resentment directed to her father, angry he still won’t accept that she loves Daemon and there confusion as she watches Daemon wrap a beautiful necklace around the reader’s neck

I apologize for the long haitus, I wanted to return with something so here it is.

The plot just thickens

Before Daemon and Rhaenyra secret wedding, Alicent was already sowing seeds of doubt in Viserys's mind (the reader doesn't have any bastards, last she checked but even so it doesn’t count).And it would be a great irony if Viserys sent Otto away thinking he wanted Aegon to be king (which might be partially true), when in reality it’s the reader he desired to be in the throne. With Lyonel's death, and Rhaenyra's decision to move to Dragonstone with Laenor despite wanting to stay with her sister. Otto and Alicent are only given a better advantage to continue casting doubt on Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra and Daemon's marriage seals the deal, and soon after, they are summoned by a raven from King's Landing.

While the Velaryons may have mixed feelings, they are all in support of the reader in being the chosen heir. It’s Rhaenys who encourages Corlys’ decision to swear his fealty to her. It doesn’t help that Rhaenys believes Rhaenyra and Daemon are the cause for her son’s death and them marrying right after Laena’s death only adds salt to the wound. Rhaenys genuinely believes the reader will be a much better ruler. 

When the reader is named heir, there is one final step for both Alicent and Otto to ensure her position (or as they like to say). So it comes as little surprise when the reader is revealed to be wed to Aegon. She already has gained a great deal of knowledge regarding politics throughout the years she was compelled to relocate to accommodate the entire family, from Driftmark to King's Landing to Dragonstone. Alicent and Otto took a step further in letting the reader act as the king's cupbearer, and Viserys naturally agreed. Unlike Rhaenyra who felt undermined in the council, the reader isn't cut off when advocating for herself, rather, she's backed by the green council. 

As you mentioned, she has earned the title of the "people's princess” through her charity, her advocacy for improved living conditions for the castle's servants as well insistence on repairing the sewage systems and for better roads. Tales abound in the city about the princess who visits orphanages, escorted, of course, by the finest knights, among them Ser Criston Cole. With all of that, simply wedding the reader to Aegon, already wins him favor at king's landing, besides, it's evident to the court that it's the reader who holds all the power.

It's an internal struggle for Rhaenyra; she feels waves of resentment and anger, sometimes aimed at her father and other times at the reader. But, she can never take the reader's actions personally, not after she offers Rhaenyra dragonstone or when she vows to make her the hand when she ascends the iron throne. So how can she ever be genuinely upset at her beloved sister whom she also thinks would make a wonderful queen?

And for Daemon, whom she observes draping a beautiful necklace—akin to the one he gave her years ago—around her sister's neck. She observes as her ever naive sister turns to face him, beaming as thanks him for the gift.

And for Daemon who she watches wrapping a beautiful necklace around her sister’s neck, similar to the one he gifted her a long time ago. She watches as her sister turns to him, beaming and thanking him for the gift, her sister so naive and innocent. But it won’t be long before Viserys catches wind of it, and if not him, Otto and Alicent will and this is the last thing they ever wish to happen. For they know, no matter how many times they Banish Daemon, he will always find his way to return to your side.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Team Black Headcanons (Platonic)

''There is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin, and no war as bloody as a war between dragons.'' — Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen Who Never Was.

❝ 🐉 — lady l: I needed to get this out of my mind, so here it is. It's more focused on the Black Council, so only they appear, but if anyone wants, I can do it with the other allies of the Blacks. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistake! 🖤❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of murder, unhealthy platonic relationships, messy writing.

❝🐉 pairing: yandere!team black x gender neutral!reader.

After the death of King Viserys I Targaryen, the Seven Kingdoms was divided into two factions. The Greens, who supported the succession of Aegon II Targaryen, son of Queen Alicent Hightower and Viserys, and there were the Blacks, who supported the succession of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the first woman to be chosen as heir to the Iron Throne and the legal heir of Viserys. There were these two sides to the war and you were a supporter of the Blacks, of Rhaenyra.

Your family had long ago sworn loyalty to Rhaenyra and you would not dishonor that oath. You would fight alongside the Blacks and follow the Queen to the death if necessary. You would protect her and defend her honor until your last breath. It was this oath that you swore and it was what brought you to meet her face-to-face, along with the other members of her family who supported her.

Rhaenyra received your support with great enthusiasm and affection, smiling at you and hugging you, saying how much it meant to know that you, and your family, stayed true to their oath. She hugged you tightly, and you melted into the Black Queen's tight embrace.

She was so kind, just like the stories said. You were proud to call her the Queen. Rhaenyra touched your cheeks warmly and introduced you to the rest of her supporters, her family. Rhaenyra quickly became attached to you, developing her obsession and becoming possessive and protective. She doesn't want anything to hurt you. She had already lost too much.

You were introduced to Daemon Targaryen first, Rhaenyra's husband and prince consort. He was a little skeptical of you at first, looking strangely like he was sizing you up and your intentions. Which in fact, he was doing. After deciding you weren't a threat, Daemon was more open and welcomed you.

He wasn't the kind of person you wanted to mess with. Always so cruel and using violence to resolve conflicts, Daemon is not easy to deal with. But you can deal with him in the right way, being his listener and eventually his friend. Someone he can truly trust. Very possessive and short-tempered, Daemon doesn't hesitate to claim you for himself and will burn alive anyone who says anything about it.

Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen Who Never Was, was all the stories said. Stormy yet with a gentleness and grace you had never seen before. She was courteous and distant at first, as you would expect a princess to be. But as she got to know you, the more Rhaenys opened up and trusted you.

She is very protective of you, Rhaenys does not want you to fight, preferring you to become part of the council and act solely as a strategist. The war was very dangerous and she wasn't going to risk your life. Not when she already liked you so much and had already lost her two beloved children.

Corlys Velaryon became close to you quickly. You met him when he was still in bed, injured. Rhaenys was the one who introduced you to him and he quickly warmed up to you. He smiled in gratitude every time you helped him feed or get out of bed. His eyes seemed to always follow you, with affection shining in them.

He could see what his wife saw in you. Something new, something lasting. When he had doubts about whether or not he should join the Blacks, you convinced him and he found himself admiring you even more for your loyalty. Corlys knew he had to protect you. You were so pure for this world and the war that was to come. He couldn't let something bad happen to you.

Jacaerys Velaryon took a liking to you at first sight, warming up to you and becoming the linchpin of his mother and brothers' obsession with you. He saw a lot of himself in you for some reason and enjoyed your company immensely. Jace is always asking for your approval, trying to please you in any way.

He is quite protective and this only intensified after the deaths of people dear to him. Jacaerys enjoys reading to you and would love to teach you High Valyrian if you wish. When he becomes King, he would love to name you his Hand.

Lucerys Velaryon became especially close to you after you arrived in Dragonstone. Not just because you supported his family, but because you were you. So kind and so loyal, he was immediately attracted to you and started following you like a baby duck. Luke loves spending time with you, reading, or when you watch him train with swords. Just your presence is enough.

He is very possessive and clingy towards you, constantly wanting your attention and approval. Lucerys does his best to be with you, clinging to your arms, as if he were hiding behind you.

Joffrey Velaryon is the baby of the Velaryon family, so young and unaware of what is happening. He usually stays close to you, holding your hand and looking at you with curiosity and affection. It's common to see him following you through the hallways of Dragonstone.

Although young, Joffrey is very intelligent and is possessive of your attention, often fighting with his brothers for it. He wants you with him all the time, close and protecting him.

Baela Targaryen is fearless and a free spirit, much like her father. She approached you firmly and quickly, encouraged by her grandmother and father. She really liked you and you quickly became friends with you.

She is quite demanding when it comes to you, Baela has a tendency to get angry quickly but she never stays with you. She likes it and is very patient and calm, smiling charmingly and holding your hand affectionately. Quite possessive, she will often get into fights to defend you.

Rhaena Targaryen is more delicate and calm than her older sister, all gentle and sweet. She is more courteous and also less demanding, taking whatever she can get and inwardly happy when you approach her of your own free will.

She's more subtle in her obsession, watching you from the corners of her eyes and smiling sweetly when she thinks no one is looking. Rhaena takes every opportunity to be close to you. She loves dancing and would be honored if you wanted to dance with her.

The Blacks cared deeply about you. Not just the Targaryen and Velaryon family, but others as well. The Lords and knights also created their own obsession with you and they knew they must protect you at any cost. Especially when you were the pillar of that faction.

They will go against anyone who dares to hurt you. Ready to destroy and burn, the Targaryens have no qualms about getting rid of anyone who threatens your life. The Velaryon fleets are at your disposal at any time and always ready to protect you.

They would only become even more suffocating after Lucerys' death. They had already lost him, they couldn't lose you. There's no way you can leave Dragonstone alone. Always accompanied by one of them or of guards.

You have become important to them. Important to the Black Queen and her allies. You have become their obsession. They would rather raze King's Landing, and burn the Iron Throne than lose you.

[thesunfyre4446]

i absolutely love alicent's ep 5 arc.

she begins the ep alone. without allies. without friends. without family. a hightower in the dragons' den.

everyone just expects alicent to silently accept her fate. to be grateful that she was chosen as viserys's king consort. to wear the Targaryen colors and be at her husband's disposal.

but alicent puts up a fucking fight. she's done trying to fit in and please people that have no respect for her.

i also love how my queen immediately went to the hightowers' table. she wants everybody to know exactly who she is.

"i worried that given leave of your father's shadow, you might wither in king landing's sun. but you stood tall"

and in the end, she ends up making a friend that will become her lifelong companion and biggest supporter.

alicent owned that episode.

[sleepymaven]

Elden Ring/Dark Souls and the Sheer Lack of Fanfics. (A Slight Rant and Ramble.)

Alright, we need to talk, Elden Ring and Dark Souls Fandoms...

There are hundreds of thousands of you out there who love these games... So many, in fact, that they are both some of the most popular game franchises ever made...

So, pray tell, why is there such an atrocious lack of... fanfics!?

Come on, man! I. Want. More. Fanfiction!!

Give me a coffee shop au where Miquella takes Malenia to his favorite coffee shop and introduces her to the cute batista.

Give me a crossover ship between Messmer and Gwyndolin where they help eachother through their familial issues and trauma.

Give me a hurt/no comfort between Radagon and Rennala showing how the divorce went.

Give me an actor au where it shows the behind the scenes and/or bloopers for the character messing up or forgetting their lines.

Give me a Gwyndolin x Chosen Undead!reader with extra fluff and a side of gentle smut.

Give me Rennala x Carian Knight!reader where you help take care of her while she's in the library.

Give me a modern crossover au where Malenia is dating Gwynevere and going through the motions of being a cute, domestic couple before ending it with them being wife and wife and officially married. (I desperately want to see this one, I'm BEGGING.)

Give me a crack fic where Gwyndolin takes his snakes to the vet.

Give me a canon divergence au where you save Godwyn from being assassinated.

Give me Godwyn x Consort!reader where you and him are married.

Give me modern au Godwyn where he's a himbo who forgot his wallet at home to pay for his singular candy bar.

Give me a Godwyn x Tarnished!reader were you get to peg him. (I would also read this one, btw...)

Give me Godwyn with a breeding kink.

You know what...

Just give me any Godwyn fanfics!

Don't be shy people, make some more!

Make me some fanfiction or else I will ascend to godhood and place an eternal curse upon thee! 😡

..please? 🙏

Pretty please with a cherry on top..?

Just give me more Godwyn, please! 😭

(More Gwyndolin would also be IMMENSELY appreciated.)

[driaswrld]

🪷 — A ROYAL AFFAIR . . . THE SCANDAL OF THE CHILDHOOD CONSORT

LADY DRIA WRITES . . . ˚ ༘ *

🪷 dearest gentle reader, in matters of love and longing, prince satoru comes to the realization that love may only visit the fearless, whilst prince suguru comes to terms with the taste of hope on his tongue... 5k words.

🪷 prince gojo x reader x prince geto jjk regency/royal au, romeo & juliet esque balcony meeting, fruit flavored jealousy.

CHAPTER TWO. . . ˚ ༘ *

GRAPE FLAVORED.

Sleep eludes you tonight.

Two nights have passed since the first feast and despite Areta’s consistent chatter of appearances and well needed fun time for a lady of your stature — you’ve chosen not to attend the others for the time being.

You’re assured that Satoru’s presence at the feasts and balls in between remain slim to none unless called upon by his mother, a notion that you would be grateful for under any other circumstance to dodge the question everyone at the palace court whispers behind your back—

( why hasn’t the prince married her yet? )

—but you miss him.

Embarrassingly so.

With palms outstretched, you cradle your weight against the concrete rail of the terrace adjoined to your bedroom. A wisp of wind cooling your cheeks, realization settling in.

You miss Satoru — your best friend, your person.

You miss when he’d sleepily stumble into your alcove by the palace’s west wing and lay dramatically before you, begging you to paint him or at least sketch the width of his shoulders ; begging you to 'immortalize the omnipotent beauty of the realm’s strongest' — his words not yours.

The way he’d linger by your side, laugh at your jokes and make even cruder ones of his own—

This yearning settled deep within your bones akin to that of a grieving widow doesn’t feel the way it should feel when one misses a friend.

( satoru does not yearn for you in this way, you know it. )

It’s hot, a boiling pit within your stomach and it never leaves your veins—

—not until two nights ago, that is.

Two nights ago when he reappeared.

“Your highness?”

Dearest gentle reader,

in these delicate matters

of love and longing—

“My lady,” Suguru calls out in a similarly hushed fashion. “You're awake.”

Down below the terrace, he stands on the trimmed lawn in his sleep trousers and shirt, dark hair tousled and eyes half lidded — you would've laughed at him if the air between you two hadn't settled with something else.

“I couldn't sleep,” you respond, watching with bated breath as he steps forward, one foot resting atop a raised brick in the mud, eyes trained above, where you stand.

“You often take late strolls, your grace?”

Suguru laughs, breathy, soft. “Your grace,” he repeats your words, mockingly. A few dark strands fall over his eyes as he tilts his head back to look up at you. “You’d think having me in my sleeping trousers alone would be enough for you to discard all formalities—”

( right, this encounter is improper. )

“Forgive me, Suguru,” leaves your lips in correction. You lean further over the terrace rail, body bent in near half to gaze down at him. “It isn't often I speak with men while in my dressing gown.”

“Dear God, I hope not.”

A laugh of your own breaks through and he joins in unison.

So far, and yet so close.

A soft silence soon passes over the two of you under the moonlight.

Suguru, who’d been away for so long, could make years of absence feel null — as if he’d been residing here with you all this time. As if he had been keeping your company in tow, as if the breath of your laugh belonged to him.

As if he hadn't left you.

“I wondered,” Suguru breaks the silence, pale fist wrapping around a stray vine along the wall. “If I would get the chance to speak with you like this.” He whispers, but even from so high above, you hear him clearly in the night's silence.

You know what he means. Just us two. You’ve wondered the same, albeit too often through the years.

Why didn't you write to me? You want to ask. Why didn't you come to visit? Follows next in your brain. Did you move on? Did you fall in love?

( have you been happy away from me? )

“Did you read my letters?”

—often we forget

just how greedy

the heart can be.

“All of them,” Suguru breathes, almost like it hurts to say.

As if it pains him physically to remember how he tore the wax seals open with his teeth, licked the flap of the envelopes and nearly cried when it tasted of you—

“More than once, more than I ought to.”

Suguru grips the vine tighter in his fist, stilling himself and invoking restraint. This isn't his place, not anymore.

If he had it his way, he’d be on the terrace with you, and he’d tell you every thought he had about each word you’d written, with his hands, his teeth, his tongue.

“Suguru. . .”

It reminds you too much of your childhood.

Often you would chase after Satoru and Suguru.

Always both, never one.

And though you knew your fate as a Princess — who would marry a crowned Prince — your foolish heart, so greedy and naive. . .

“I have my obligations.” It leaves your lungs like a lie, something you won't even begin to believe.

You're betrothed to Satoru. It's set in stone.

But the both of you know that's not why you're saying no. “The solstice ends in a week and you will be—” He'll be gone again.

“I’ll not wait a whole week.” Suguru’s voice is still quiet, but even you can't deny the raw hunger behind his words. “If I apologize and say that I wish—”

“You will do no such thing,” you warn, shakily. “Not now, not. . . because of this.” Not because in nearly every way that matters, you’re Satoru’s.

( i wish i told you. i wish i wasn't too late. i wish )

Suguru wished he had stayed.

He wished he had made do on the promises he made to you as children and been at your side, not just as your friend but as the man you would marry—

All those things he had sworn upon his own heart. . .

“Who’ll marry you if you spend your days swinging a sword and broadening your shoulders?”

“And if I say I will, what then?” Suguru had scoffed at your cousin back then. At the mere age of twelve.

“Aren’t there girls your age you can follow around? I don’t care if you’re a princess, we’re not friends.”

“Don't be so crass, Satoru.” Suguru grumbled, grabbing ahold of your hand and tugging you forward the moment you fell behind. “She's my friend.”

( and yet. )

Lady Dria writes : Prince Geto to assume royal estate in the North following rumored betrothal to mystery woman! Is this the end of our beloved royal trio?

( duty came first. )

“I don’t know why you’d believe he’d ever want to court you.”

“I’ll let you keep your tongue,” Satoru scoffed, stepping between you and one of the ladies at court the day after Suguru left. “But address the Princess so loosely again and I swear—”

That night, you cried in the confines of Satoru’s private chambers, your fingers bleeding ink and red wax staining the front of your dress.

What was her name? How long had Suguru known it was arranged? Why didn't he tell you? If you ask him now, will he tell you? Is he ever coming back?

Does he love her?

And it was then, when you didn't have any more words to write, nothing left to say to Suguru that he might not have known, did Satoru tell you,

“I’m here.”

And you believed him.

“Name—” Suguru calls to you and you shake your head, straightening your posture and leaning off the terrace rail. “I wanted to say it before, you were gorgeous at the first solstice feast. . . Still are, even after so long.”

Suguru bites back the words he really wanted to say. I dreamt of you, you look the same.

“You flatter me,” it leaves you breathily, and the beats of your heart elude your better judgement.

“Perhaps, silken gloves suit you, my lady.” Suguru's words hold an undertone that’s lost on you in the moment, yet still you smile at him.

He doesn't see the expression on your face when you turn away, craning his neck to find something— some inclination that he has a chance—

“Goodnight, your highness.” In your voice he finds it, that small sliver of nostalgia, and his heart grasps it in earnest.

Beloved reader,

I fear I must also

impart the knowledge—

Satoru stops dead in his tracks, a single peach colored rose falling from his palm.

—that there are always

three sides to a story.

From across the way his cerulean eyes lock with Suguru’s darker ones, and there is nothing to be said, as they both know what the other is thinking.

You are not worthy of her.

Morning gives way to the first of three hunting days.

As per the terms of the competition, all commoners go ahead before nobles to keep the proceedings fair.

Satoru sits still atop his horse, cerulean orbs downcast and flitting through the mass of bodies in the crowd riding ahead of him.

“Have you and Suguru finally fought?”

Satoru’s eyes widen for a brief moment, turning his head to the side and loosening his grip on the horse’s reins, his mother standing at his side, caressing the mare’s mane with jewel adorned fingers.

“I’ve no idea what you mean, mother.”

The older woman scoffs, the horse leaning eagerly into the touch of her palm.

“When you and Suguru were but meek babes, you two had your first fight you know.” Satoru’s mother smiles a little at the memory.

Back then, both boys were merely toddlers and squabbling with tiny fists over nothing but a simple rattle.

Neither would concede to the other.

Even so young, they fought as they still do to this day. As rivals, as best friends.

“Did I win?” Satoru asks, lifting his gaze to the scenery of dawn before him, drowning out the eager shouts of men and women alike, placing their bets for the competition to come.

“No,” she responds and Satoru’s lips curl into a small frown. “The rattle you fought over snapped in two, ‘toru.”

This isn't about a rattle, is it?

“I won't concede, if that’s what you’ve come to ask of me.” He affirms, and his mother shakes her head, stifling a laugh.

“She isn't a rattle, nor is this a battlefield—” Satoru’s mother is observant, painfully so. “I asked your father to arrange the match myself for the sole purpose that I know you care for her, and I would not subject you to a fate not of your choosing—”

( she can choose, whereas a rattle could not. that is the sole difference is it not? )

“But you would have me sit here and let her choose him?”

Satoru Gojo is many things.

Selfish, spoiled, strong. Greedy even.

He fights for what he wants and he remains determined to win no matter what.

But when it comes to you. . .

Doting reader,

our beloved Prince Satoru

has yet to realize—

“I did not raise a selfish fool. Maybe a proud fool but not a selfish one—” She smacks the side of his leg to which he immediately recoils with a pout on his lips. “You never win love, you earn it.”

As if love can be akin to fleeting favor.

“I am selfish,” Satoru confirms, not shy of shame though. “She would hate me for it, if she doesn't already.” He hangs his head for a brief moment, a puff of a sigh leaving his parted lips. “But can you blame me?”

Satoru is many things.

But not blind.

How can he tell you that he cares for you, that he’s fallen helplessly and carelessly in love with you knowing that he’d be imprisoning you to a fate he loathes?

Whispers behind your back the more you are seen with him or without, the more he puts off the betrothal, the more he leaves your side the more he hopes you’ll learn you don't want him—

That this life, at this palace is less than you deserve.

And yet. . .

—that love is not

a war you march into

of your own accord.

He’s selfish.

“Have you asked her what she wants?”

No, because he’s afraid you’ll say what he wants you to. That you don't want him.

That by the hour you grow more miserable the more he keeps you waiting, tethered by a short thread just waiting to snap—

Satoru convinced himself that if he waited just a little longer, that maybe you’d grow tired and snap the thread all together in one go.

And then the marriage wouldn't happen, you’d contest it and he'd agree. He could keep you close like before, without breaking your heart, even at the cost of his.

“Satoru.” His mother warns, deep azure boring into the side of his face. “That debutant at the dinner—” God forbid she did raise a selfish fool, who would selfishly self sabotage—

“I never touched her.”

“You say that and then you do these things as if I'm to be convinced you've changed.” His mother sighs, as if history has come around to repeat itself. “You don't even realize you're clutching your end too tight.”

And you’ll break if he doesn't let go.

“I can't tell her.”

“You must.”

Who is he to condemn you to the life of a Queen?

In the same way his father did his mother?

That spark in your eyes will go dim, and he’ll watch you give yourself to your duty and it’ll kill him, even worse than you not wanting him will.

He’d prefer you hate him altogether.

“Are you happy with father?”

Darling reader,

perhaps love

only visits the fearless.

“Your father is a good man.”

Satoru would rather die by his own hand before he hears those words from your lips too.

“My lady?”

You visibly wince, cowering behind one of the marble columns in the ballroom.

The few chandeliers that provide light do little to help your situation as Areta’s voice had already notified a few of the dancing nobles of your presence — to which you were met with confused stares.

“Please, keep your voice down.” You hush her, sliding around to the other side of the column where Areta stands, eyes wide and curious.

Areta’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, her lips parting, about to question your odd behavior.

You're hiding. Or at least trying to.

You had no choice in coming to tonight's festivities, as you were already knee deep in your pre-arranged afternoon nap when your dearest mother barged in and asked ( read : demanded ) that you attended tonight's ball to quote en quote ‘keep up appearances.’

With much practiced skill, you’ve eluded Satoru and Suguru by barring yourself in your room recently.

But, cowering behind a column won't get you far, right?

“I don't think hiding is what I mean when I encouraged you to have fun, my lady.” Areta speaks hushedly, joining you behind the column, two full glasses clutched between her fingers. “And if it’s the Prince who you—”

“Oh, spare me, which one?” You chuckle, tilting your head back onto the marble with an eye roll.

“You’ve had trouble with Prince Geto too?” Areta gasps, though not shocked, the young girl's eyes gloss over with curiosity — ever the devoted gossip.

( perhaps if you stay here and sip drinks with Areta, no one will even notice your presence ! )

Devoted reader,

our protagonist

has a pattern of

terrible judgement.

“Hardly trouble, I’m afraid.” You take one of the glasses from Areta’s hands and bring the rim to your nose — grape juice. How fitting. “Trouble would be better, I can handle trouble.”

What you can't handle is both your childhood friends driving you mad with feelings you never even knew existed.

One who torments you with mixed signals and provokes new feelings in the pit of your stomach.

And another who stirs and awakens old feelings inside of you that you thought were long lost.

“Well, I doubt trouble is what you need presently, my lady.” Areta chuckles a little, her voice soon trailing off as she takes a sip of her own drink. “Oh! You wore them—”

“I thought perhaps,” You murmur, more to yourself, fingers fiddling with the edge of your silk gloves – the same black ones from a few nights ago. “I’d wear them once more before I set them aside.”

Now that you think about it, Satoru never said anything about the dress or the gloves — not that it matters to you anyway.

Faithful reader,

it matters.

Too much.

“They're quite beautiful, as are all Prince Satoru’s gifts.” Areta affirms with a soft smile as you drink from your glass, leaning off the column and straightening your posture. “But, I thought he usually had more of an affinity for lace—”

“I was called?”

You jump just a little, turning immediately to meet the source of the intrusion, to which you bump straight into Satoru, spilling the contents of your cup on both of you.

“I’m sorry—” “Grape juice—”

You take a few steps back, immediately crouching to retrieve your fallen cup, but Areta beats you to it, not shy of shooting you a quick wink before she scurries off into the crowd. Deviant.

“You don't like the wine tonight?” Satoru hums, outstretching a hand to pull you to your feet, and you hesitate for a moment.

Only for a moment.

“I didn't think drinking would be wise,” You take his hand, silk sliding soft against his awaiting palm. You don't miss the way his shoulders tighten. “And grape juice—”

“Is your preferred drink of choice, I know.” He finishes, cerulean orbs gazing into your very soul.

You can feel the thrum of his pulse speeding up against your fingertips, calling you, like a siren song. . .

( you should've stayed in bed tonight. )

Admittedly, Satoru was never the type to drink either. He could never hold his alcohol, hated the taste, even if it was just a drop in fermented fruit.

Grape juice was his drink of choice.

And then it became yours.

“I’m sorry, again.” It leaves your lips in a hurry as you look away from him, pulling your hand back as soon as you're upright. “My head must've been somewhere else. . .” Last night on the terrace. Your mind remains there.

Is Suguru going to magically appear too?

You furiously rub a fist over the purple stain forming at the front of your gown. “I need to change my dress—”

“It's not your fault, silk can be slippery.” Satoru bites back a grunt, bringing a palm to your elbow as he guides you off to the side, towards the adjacent corridor. “Come, I’ll help.”

Silk.

( what's his problem with the gloves? )

You follow his lead, a sigh escaping your lips as you both come upon the nearest alcove in the dim light.

You can barely see the velvet cushioning of the sofa tucked away neatly in the back.

The soft moonlight falling through the open window brings a sense of calm when you take a seat, eyes catching on the violet smudge against Satoru’s pearl white vest.

Often in your youth between balls, you, Satoru and Suguru would sneak off to the nearest alcove you could find, pry the window open and sit together on the sill—

“Your vest—” He follows your gaze as he bends a knee, kneeling at your feet casually.

Satoru presses his middle finger over the damp fabric, and unabashedly sticks the digit into his mouth. “Mhm, that's grape juice.”

“Satoru!” You scold.

He only laughs, strands of snowy hair bouncing with each shake of his shoulders. It's a very Satoru-like laugh, but there's something else you can't quite place—

“It's just a juice spill, I’ll live.” Satoru’s smile dips into his cheeks. Dimples. “Hated this stupid thing anyway, I should be thanking you for ridding me of it,” he murmurs, rolling his shoulders back to slip the vest off, muscles taut against his shirt with each movement of his arms.

“Hey— hey—!” You raise your palms to push against his chest to stop him, heat rising at the back of your neck. “Don't do that—” It comes out too late because Satoru is in the middle of rolling the vest off his arms. "You can't just undress—"

The way Satoru only leans forward, shades of azure searching your gaze for something, it's like he's daring you to not look away as he slips the vest off his arms bent behind him.

( why did you run away from me? )

You hold his gaze, the longest you have in days, manicured nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

( why didn't you give chase? )

“Name,” he whispers, as if he’s holding back, but he refuses to look away from you. Not right now.

“Don't look at me like that, ‘toru. . .” You whisper, and it takes everything inside you not scream at him, to say everything you've been wanting to say, everything that's burning your insides.

( don't look at me as if you know desire. )

“Name.” Satoru calls your name, firmer this time, just as his vest drops to the floor behind him.

His knees burn, or maybe his eyes — he doesn't know, his mouth has gone dry and oxygen eludes him.

He's not how he was in your youth.

Satoru slides a pale hand up to grasp one of your palms against his chest, pads of his fingers hooking under the dark silk, and in one fluid motion, he's pulling the glove off your hand.

“That's disrespectful,” you breathe, voice barely audible, the echo of classical instruments sauntering through the vacant corridor. “You can't have two times the favor in any competition—”

“It's not your favor I want.” Satoru grasps the silk in his palm, biting back a grimace.

I’m jealous, he wants to say. Instead he leans closer, and without letting go of your bare hand, he’s aiming to toss the glove over your shoulder and out the window.

“Satoru—!” You retract your hand from his chest to paw at the glove, trying to get it back, and his breath tickles the skin of your throat, his eyes looking down at you, only this time a few shades darker — royal blue, cobalt.

Perhaps, silken gloves suit you, my lady.

( so that's what suguru meant. . . )

“Are you—”

“Jealous? Me? Never.” Satoru rasps the words out like a cancer, his heart seizing and doing somersaults against his ribcage.

“I have to commend Suguru though, the North does make the finest silk. . . Any lady would be glad for such a gift,” he whispers. Even praising Suguru is like an act of surrender to him.

“I wasn't going to say jealous, my Prince.” Your brain melts to a mush of questions.

Satoru isn't jealous because of you— no, that can't be right— he’d be jealous if someone bet on the same horse race as him and won—

( you’re thinking too much, name. )

It's the assessment of his audacity that has the back of your neck heated.

Satoru bites down on his bottom lip, and for a second he squeezes his eyes shut.

Everything burns, it's a miracle he can still see straight.

“What were you going to say?”

You swallow, hard.

Satoru’s face is so close to yours that every word he speaks reverberates through your being like electricity. “I was going to ask if you were okay.” A half truth, really. "Your vest is stained—"

First, you were going to ask if he’d lost his damn mind.

“God, name.” Satoru grunts, dropping the glove dramatically onto the velvet sofa, instead moving his hand to cage you between his arms, his hips against the outerskirts of your dress. “You don't even know what you're doing. . .”

His lips curve into a smile, dimpled cheeks staring back at you.

“Satoru—” It’s innocent enough, the way he leans forward enough to press the side of his face against your cheek.

It’s innocent enough, the way his hand grips your hip, firm and reassuring, the way he’d guide you on horseback. You only pretended not to be good so he'd teach you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes against the shell of your ear, his lips soft against your burning skin.

“Do you even know all the ways a woman can be seduced?” It's a sultry tease that has your nails digging into the sofa under you.

Silk gloves, he wants to say. Men seduce women with silk.

Satoru dips his head in a swift motion, his mouth planting a ghost of a kiss to the corner or your lips, and his dimples deepen when your head moves forward to chase his taste, something you’ve never had but crave with every inch of your being.

“Satoru.” You whisper, desperate. He hates himself for wanting this so bad.

He doesn't make you wait long as he presses his lips to yours, it's rough, hungry — he sighs into your mouth, shoulders drooping like he’s finally found what he's been searching for all his life on your tongue.

He’s kissed you before, on the cheek, side of your neck, corner of your mouth — tasted the salty tears of your youth, licked his lips and drank in the remnants of your flavored lipgloss.

He was too young then, too foolish, too afraid to want more.

Satoru’s tongue slips past your parted lips, teeth on wet pink muscle and a shiver runs down his spine when he tastes you, truly tastes you for the first time.

Grape flavored and starving.

Your hand reaches for the collar of his shirt to tug him closer, to pull him deeper into you.

Slender fingers wrap around your wrist and your body trembles, unravelling, unravelling for him until—

He stops.

“Name,” Satoru breathes it in a broken whine, lips wet and swollen with you, each exhale he makes tickles your chin. “We have to stop.”

He’s made a mistake. A foolish one.

“‘Toru, it's okay,” you urge him, moving to pull him closer but his grip on your wrist tightens, keeping you still.

A frown forms on your lips when you see his gaze downcast, unable to meet you, and that gleam in his eyes — guilt.

“We should stop.”

Darling reader,

we all know

how the saying goes. . .

“Why?” The way it leaves your mouth so innocently, so small, in the same tone you had when you were little, chasing behind him no matter how he tried to leave you behind—

( why won't you look at me? )

It makes Satoru hate himself more.

“I’m a gentleman.” Satoru clears his throat and rises to his feet, folding his vest haphazardly over his arm. “You're a lady— a Princess— I can't just. . .”

“You can't just what?” Satoru doesn't recognize the bite behind your voice, the thread he kept toying at with razor blades finally thinning out, ready to snap and break apart. “You can't take me in a dark corridor as you do the other girls?”

He sputters.

It is that. But it's also so much more.

“Princess—”

“No.”

Nothing has changed. And you're not stupid, maybe slow, but never stupid. This isn't about a grape juice spill. It isn't about titles or being respectable.

( it’s about the three of you. )

Is it jealousy? Is this all about a stupid pair of gloves? About his pride? Why? Because he won't let Suguru win even if it means—

“Look at me.” Satoru is slouching in front of you, holding out his palm for you to take. He’s sincere, raw. “I swear to you, the way I feel about you cannot be likened to a secret in a corridor.”

( and yet, you always wished you were one of those girls with him in a dark corridor. )

. . . it's all downhill

from the first kiss.

“Your excuses again—” Satoru steps back when he feels silk stinging against his outstretched palm in a slap of rejection.

The glove he pulled off your hand, the glove Suguru gave to you, falls to the floor.

“And what even is it that you feel?” Your tone reverberates through his bones and Satoru’s considering finding purchase on his knees, where he’d show you what exactly he feels, he'd drink you in, drown in you and be done with the aftermath. “Do you enjoy this? Making me feel like a fool while you stay the bachelor—”

“This engagement was never my choice!” Satoru’s tone raises an octave, brows dipped and frown deep. “And I never—”

That's not what he means to say, not now.

( i never touched another since i laid awake thinking of you. )

“And that's why you won't touch me? Because I'm not your choice, I'm your duty?”

“God, ofcourse I want to touch you—” A guttural groan leaves him then, a rumble in the back of his throat. “If you would just understand—”

He’s a gentleman. Is what he says every waking moment he spends lying to himself that this is for you, that this is for your own good. . .

Because he knows—

( if he touched you now, he’d never stop. )

“Even now you can't say it.” How long have you known Satoru? How long have you been by his side, or rather, chased after him while he remained out of your reach? How long— “That you want me.”

It's almost comical, the way Satoru’s breath hitches in the back of his throat and the palm at his side forms a fist.

He wants you.

“Say it.”

Tell me you want me, tell me it’s me, tell me you feel what I feel too—

“I can't.”

You don't deserve this, I can't give you what you want, hate me so it hurts a little less—

You rise to your feet, the grape juice bleeding into your dress forgotten. “I always thought you were the bravest person to ever live. . .” The strongest. Prince Satoru, the realm’s omnipotent son — “You’ve fought in all these wars and you’ve fought and fought—”

Ever since you were children.

Satoru was every bit a soldier, princely and polished to perfection with his blade. He’s never lost a battle, you're sure, poets write about him.

( what does it feel like to be fought for? )

“Why won't you fight for me, Satoru?”

Satoru Gojo is many things.

Selfish, spoiled, strong. Greedy even.

He fights for what he wants and he remains determined to win no matter what.

But when it comes to you. . .

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Sorry, I’m so selfish. Sorry, I don't want you to leave. Sorry, it should be me and not him.

Sorry, I'm paralyzed in love with you.

He’s not asking you to stay.

This is what he wanted, right? For you to hate him — who is he kidding, you wouldn't hate him even if tried to make you — for you to realize he isn't what you need.

“You won't even give me one reason to stay.” Your throat hurts, you can still taste his tongue in your mouth, grape and mint, mint and grape. “Of all things, I never thought you to be such a damn coward—”

“I’m the Prince, for fucks sake!”

Your lips part then shut again, and Satoru takes a step back. This barrier between you two was always there, wasn't it? Invisible, cold to the touch.

Don't question me, I'm the Prince, he had said the day you asked him why, why can't I come play with you and Suguru?

( why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of? )

“Then if it pleases the Prince,” It comes out shakier, in a voice that's barely your own.

Satoru picks it up before you do, you sound like a child — the same way you used to when he left you behind. “I’d like to be dismissed.”

The Prince.

Not your Prince.

( does a heart make noise when it shatters? )

“No,” Satoru steps forward, and you step back. It's like a sick game now, and with every thrum of his heart he swears he’ll die. “Name— just. . . no.”

He’s selfish. He knows that.

After this you’ll run off to Suguru won't you? And he’ll be there with open arms and words as soft as silk—

Satoru would know. Because he did the same thing once Suguru left.

But that was before it was this, before this was everything, before—

“Then forgive my defiance to the crown tonight.” You murmur and turn away, the glove is left behind.

Satoru is left behind.

You never win love, you earn it.

L’Incomparable is hardly the jewel on Satoru’s mind when you walk away from him for the second time.

( before he knew he loved you. )

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pleeease do the wedding headcanons for bg3!! can you do all the main boys (and maybe ascended astarion??) 💍

Gale

Gale does try to subtly warn you that it will be a big wedding, with the Dekarios Clan far & wide, but you hadn’t realized how big.

Cousins, uncles, aunts, friends of the family, friends of friends of the family all come to attend. To the point that you can’t have sides at the wedding as the groom’s side would swell over the other. So you choose to have no sides.

Gale’s mother is head of the clan and officiates the wedding. Utterly beguiled by you and the happiness you bring to her son. And a day she thought would never come while he was intwined with a goddess.

Tara acts as ring bearer. A title she is at first insulted about but then refuses to give up. No take backs.

They will have to transmute another wing onto the tower for all the presents. Gale blushes & stammers at other well wishes of having children right away. He’s not against it but he wants to have you to himself a little while longer.

Wyll

Given his background that I made up and also his rank in society as the eldest son of Ravengard, it was probably always an expectation of Wyll’s to get married. Family lines and all that.

Even when his life was in shambles, deep down he always believed that he would one day be free, get married, and have children with his partner.

It would be a very traditional wedding, with military aspects given his link to the Flamming Fists. This includes uniforms, sword arches, etc.

He cares very little for the formality but takes great pains to follow the traditions.

Wyll is much more interested in the reception. To dance with you who is finally all his, makes nearly ending with the world almost worth it.

Astarion

He’s surprised you want to get married and have a proper wedding. Can you just be continuing on as you are? Together because you want to be, not because you have to be. Astarion also doesn’t like…labels.

But, if it’s what you want, he supposes it wouldn’t be the end of the world. It’s just a big party at the end of the day, right? He likes parties.

It’s an intimate little affair with all your core friends come to join you. You couldn’t possibly have everyone you helped or made acquaintance with at the wedding. Astarion insists on keeping it small as you’ll never financially recover from all the ale you would need for that.

Makes his partners outfit and his own. Something matching, but not on the nose. More of a photo negative matching set. With no red. He doesn’t want to think about blood or the past today.

After it’s all said and done, Astarion can see what all the fuss might be about. To tell everyone you’re his. To tell everyone that you’ve chosen him. To have a symbol of that for all time. He’s glad you made him go through it.

Ascended!Astarion

Why? You’re already his. A piece of paper or foolish mortal ceremony is pointless when you have eternity together as Ascended and consort.

But….there are advantages to a wedding. Nobility and the merchant class of all Baldur’s Gate, not to mention powerful allies from afar, striding in like obedient lambs into his castle to pay tribute to the two of you. That is something he can get behind.

He has the grand ballroom flooded with night orchids, casablanca lilies, and any other night blooming flower he can think of. Just because they have to have the ceremony at night doesn’t mean that he’ll have your wedding be dull and dingy, devoid of color.

A costume change couple as there is an outfit for the ceremony, the reception, first dance, and departure. All custom made with the finest materials available. The kind of craftsmanship that takes 7 seamstresses 7 days & nights to finish on time. But it’s worth it.

Astarion would dance you around the ballroom. As if you were the only two in the room. Floating on air. He’s completely lost interest in his schemes and guests with you in his arms. He’ll come back to them later but they aren’t important when you’re with him.

Halsin

Never believed in marriage or weddings. Binding another person to another with words seemed unnatural to him. People are free to come & go as they please.

But, he also never considered himself a monogamist until he met you. His heart shifting from more of the bear into the wolf. Do not wolves bite and mark their mates like they might do with rings?

It would be a very small wedding. And by small he means just the two of you.

Together in a forest, under Oakfather’s gaze, using a traditional hand binding of the druids with crowns of flowers and simple garb, you make your pledge.

He would want to consummate your marriage immediately. Right there under your marriage tree; if you let him. He could be persuaded to at least wait until you’re back at your home, but it better be a short walk. Otherwise he makes no promises.

[luneengene2]

The Emperor's Choice

• Pairings : emperor!leehan x fem!reader

• Synopsis : (Empire AU) Your father intends to matchmake your sister with the young Emperor who was just crowned a few months ago. Oh of course your father chose your older sister, because your older sister is his legitimate daughter, while you? You are just the Illegitimate child of his deceased former concubine, aka your mother. After all, there was no way an Emperor would choose an illegitimate daughter? He would want the best Empress Consort for his empire. But, what would happen if the young emperor chose you to be his future empress? Something you never expected.

• Words Count : 4000+

• Warnings : Ft IVE Wonyoung, ZEROBASEONE Gunwook, The practice of concubinage, Violence of a father, injustice in the family, status insults, SHORT SMUT CONTENT (ass slapping, creampie, make-out), grammar errors. Tell me if I missed anything.

• Notes : Hard & Soft Thought (For all idols, soloists, actresses & actors, Fictional characters whether in Korean dramas, western films or novels or anything), and requests (Only for the groups I listed in the masterlist) ARE OPEN!

"I don't want to marry Emperor Donghyun, father! I already have a lover!" Your older sister, Wonyoung, stared at your father in frustration. She had been crying for days because of your father's ego. Even though this family has a high status, Wonyoung never wanted to marry a fellow noble, let alone the Emperor. She wanted to live a 'normal life' after getting married. Her lover is a commoner who doesn't even have aristocratic status in society. However, because of your father's ambition, he would never let Wonyoung marry a commoner. Moreover, Wonyoung is his legitimate daughter who is quite 'sought' after by high-class nobles. He used the opportunity to further enter the circles of government and power of the Empire.

Because of his crazy ambition in government, Wonyoung was also successful in being included in the list of prospective daughter-in-law by the queen mother, aka the mother of Emperor Donghyun. The queen mother is also the most insistent on meeting Wonyoung in person in the near future. She also seems to have made Wonyoung her top choice. Mr. Jang, aka your father, was so sure that Wonyoung would be the one chosen for her son.

Your father made Wonyoung a 'tool' so that he could become the prime minister of this empire easily without any obstacles whatsoever. This very unhealthy desire and ambition is also fully supported by Mrs. Jang, aka Wonyoung's mother. He wanted to see his daughter become an empress and become the center of attention of the empire. She also wanted to be labeled as the empress's mother and see her blood become an Emperor. It was the highest honor, any noble would want it.

"Stop being rebellious, Wonyoung! I only want the best for you! Leave your low-class lover and try to get Emperor Donghyun's attention!" Mr Jang glared at his daughter. And of course, Wonyoung was never afraid of that, since she was little she was not an obedient daughter. Even so, but she is the one whose future is most cared for, because she is a legitimate child. Even though you are an obedient child, your father will never treat you and Wonyoung the same. Because the status of your mother and her mother is clearly very different. Your mother was just your father's concubine who was taken to produce a baby boy. But, your mother died after giving birth to you. And not long after, Mrs. Jang successfully became pregnant again and gave birth to a son, who is now the main heir to the Jang family, Gunwook. Making your status even more forgotten, and you are not blind and deaf to know that your father and also Mrs Jang never liked your presence. Especially Mrs Jang, she hates you because you are the daughter of the woman who was your father's concubine. However, you are also lucky to have half-siblings like Wonyoung and Gunwook. They love you very much and treat you very well.

"You never wanted the best for me! You only want your stupid ambition to get the most elite position in this government and empire!" Mrs. Jang pulled her daughter's shoulder to face her. Glaring at her and squeezing her shoulders, he seemed to want to threaten his daughter.

"Follow our orders, Wonyoung. If you don't, we can do the worst to your stupid boyfriend," Wonyoung was weak when her mother used her lover for this threat. Wonyoung had always been weak when it came to her lover.

Behind the door, you only look at Wonyoung's pity which ends up being threatened by her own mother. Even though Wonyoung seemed strict, you knew very well how your older sister was. She is weak in her love for her lover. Of course, she would rather sacrifice than see something bad happen to her lover.

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You stare in awe from your balcony as you see a line of luxury cars driving into the front yard of your family's manor. The entourage of the Emperor and his mother. Today, your father 'accepted' them to be introduced directly to Wonyoung.

But, you couldn't see that 'great' moment directly, your father forbade you from meeting the Emperor directly. He was afraid that it would worsen the situation, especially since there were many rumors and news that this new young Emperor upheld monogamy. So, you are only allowed to stay in your room until the Emperor returns to the government palace.

A man with long black hair got out of the car in the fourth row. He was the young emperor. You can clearly see how handsome the young emperor is. It makes you very fascinated. You can only see his face on television, magazines, or articles in online media. And he is exactly the same as the one you often see in those three news media. Even more handsome. She looks so dignified. Wonyoung is so lucky if she is directly chosen by the Emperor as his future wife.

Suddenly, Emperor Donghyun's gaze was directed at you who was on the balcony. That was because he was busy looking up at the magnificent building of Jang's manor. As a result, he saw you standing on the balcony. You froze when you realized Emperor Donghyun's gaze was on you, he didn't even take his eyes off you.

Emperor Donghyun, who had been staring blankly without taking his eyes off you, snapped out of his reverie when his mother patted his shoulder to enter the Manor. Mr. and Mrs. Jang gave a warm and respectful welcome to the Empress Mother and the Emperor.

You also snapped out of your frozen position as Emperor Donghyun walked over to your father and Mrs Jang. Before he finally disappeared behind the manor entrance. Sure enough, he was going to start this serious conversation.

You have many mixed thoughts about Wonyoung's arranged marriage. On one hand, you are very happy that she can get the best husband and is being fought for by her father. But on the other hand, you also think about his lover who comes from an ordinary background. If Wonyoung can't go against her parents' wishes, she will experience a tragic love story because she is hindered by her parents' blessing.

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Miss Y/N, I came to bring you some afternoon snacks," It was your maid's voice. Normally, you would have gotten your own lunch snack, but since you weren't allowed to leave the room, she was the one who brought it to you.

You, who were busy with your laptop, immediately got out of bed to open the door. The door is open. "Thank-"

"WOOF WOOF!" You glared when your beloved poodle, Bowie, suddenly barked and ran out of your room as you opened the door for your maid. He ran out of the room, making you panic.

"Oh no! Bowie!" You also immediately dashed out of the room, forgetting your father's order that you should not leave the room. And this was all because of Bowie who suddenly came out of your room.

Bowie ran fast down the second floor hallway and would soon reach the stairwell. You even took off your flat shoes to run faster, so you ended up running barefoot.

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"So how is it? Wonyoung looks perfect when she's with Empe-"

"Bowie stop!" Mr Jang stopped his words when he heard a girl's scream from upstairs, and it made him stare in shock. All eyes, Including the empress, mother were of course immediately directed towards the second floor. Everyone could clearly see you running down the stairs to chase your dog.

Donghyun, the young emperor's gaze was very different when he saw a girl he had seen on the balcony earlier. The gaze was like worship (?). And that gaze was noticed by Wonyoung, which actually made Wonyoung grin widely. She seemed to have a big plan.

"Bo-AAA!" You let out a loud scream as your foot suddenly slipped from the fifth stair from the bottom. And you could tell that your body would be on the ground in a matter of seconds.

"Y/N!" Wonyoung screamed hysterically when she saw that her sister would be in trouble in less than ten seconds.

And before your body hit the floor, someone swiftly caught your body and hugged you tightly. Donghyun. Making everyone there hold their breath heavily, including your father and Mrs. Jang. Gunwook was even slower than Donghyun when he tried to catch you too.

You widened your eyes when you realized whose arms you had fallen into. The arms of a young emperor who might soon become your brother-in-law.

You hurriedly let go of his hug, bowing repeatedly and apologizing. "Forgive me, Majesty! I am truly sorry for being rude to you! Forgive me! Please forgive me!" You said in a voice that was shaking with fear, because you were afraid that this would offend Donghyun.

"Stop that!" Donghyun held your shoulders tightly as you continued to hunch over, even though your leg must be in extreme pain from the sprain. "Are you okay?" Donghyun asked with concern, as did his gaze. You didn't answer his question, making him take action again. He slowly made you sit on the stairs, taking your feet to put on his lap. And of course that made you pull your feet off his lap. "M-Majesty, what are you doing?" You asked in a horrified tone.

"Be quiet, I'm trying to make your leg better. Get me some olive oil!" He ordered the people around him, but no one would move, including Wonyoung and Gunwook. "Do you hear me? I need olive oil! Get it now!" Wonyoung immediately responded to the firm tone. She hurriedly took out the olive oil and gave it to him.

Donghyun slowly massaged your leg and 'fixed' the position of your veins. He understood this technique, because it was one of the survival methods he learned in the military. You winced and squealed a few times because of it, but the results were actually very good.

"Are you better?" Donghyun looked up and looked at you softly, you nodded. You were sure, if only you and him were in this room, he could hear clearly how your heart was beating faster. Wonyoung and Gunwook who were standing next to each other immediately exchanged glances and grinned. Especially Wonyoung, she was sure that Donghyun seemed more interested in his sister than her.

"Majesty-"

"What's your name?" Donghyun cut you off, he immediately asked about your name. So curious about the name of the beautiful girl in front of him.

"Y/N," You answered immediately, Donghyun smiled sweetly when he heard your name. If you are sensitive, he is very interested in you.

"Are you the daughter of the Jang family?”

"No, Majesty. She is just our family maid and-"

"Yes, she is the daughter of the Jang family. She is my sister and Gunwook's sister, but we have different mothers," Wonyoung cut off her father's words sharply when he admitted that you were a maid, not his daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Jang immediately stared sharply at their first child. Mr Jang also immediately became tense when he received unpleasant looks from the Empress Dowager and Emperor Donghyun.

"Why do you say your own daughter is a maid? This is a despicable act, Mr. Jang," Donghyun stared blankly at Mr. Jang, completely disliking what he said. From the way he spoke and what he said, Donghyun could immediately tell that Mr Jang was not a good person and father.

"Ah, that's not it, Majesty. Her late mother was just my concubine, so she's not really my daughter." You let out a harsh breath as your father said that reason. You were used to being treated unfairly like this. It was like your daily food.

"Are you insane? In the Imperial environment, my grandfather's grandchildren who are direct descendants of his concubines are legally recognized by the Empire. They can even get treatment like the grandchildren of an Emperor. They are still respected even though my grandfather has passed away. Their grandmother, who was my grandfather's concubine, was still respected by the Empire and the people. And you? You are a noble, but you are not responsible for what you take. If you choose to have a concubine, then you must be responsible for the child of your concubine. There is no need to have a concubine if you are not capable of carrying out the responsibilities you want, like my late father. My father was faithful to my mother, he practiced monogamy because he was not strong enough to 'take care of' a concubine. I should punish you for your irresponsible attitude towards your own child," Emperor Donghyun's words successfully made Mr and Mrs Jang stare in shock. Emperor Donghyun openly wanted to punish them for what they did. Their actions are like abandoning the children in their own family.

"But because you are the father of my future wife, so I forgive what you did. I don't want my future wife to walk down the aisle without her father," Donghyun's words immediately made Mr. Jang smile again after being tense for a few seconds.

"Majesty, so you want my Wonyoung to be your-"

"Not Wonyoung, but Y/N,"

Silence. Everyone was silent after what the young emperor said. Including you. Your face was shocked, pale, and made your tongue numb to speak. He chose you. You heard that right.

"Majesty, we are presenting Wonyoung, not the daughter of my husband's concubine. An illegitimate child has no right to the position of empress," Mrs Jang felt that she could not accept it. She wanted the label of being the Empress' mother for her, not for her late husband's concubine. She wanted her daughter to sit on the throne as the consort of an emperor, not the child of a concubine.

"Who said that, ma'am?” Donghyun asked coldly, he stood up from his squatting position to face the Jang husband and wife directly. "There is nothing wrong with her being my empress. It is not her fault that she was born from a concubine. If the people can love me, they will be able to love my empress regardless of whose daughter she is,"

Wonyoung felt like screaming with joy at that moment. Her beloved sister could now get a happiness that she never got. Wonyoung, she doesn't need to leave her love.

"Majesty, no,” you slowly stood up from your sitting position slowly. Making Donghyun look back at you. "I don't want to take away what my sister deserves. Wonyoung's mother was right, an illegitimate child had no right to the position of empress," Donghyun smiled, he walked closer to you. His hand reached out to stroke your hair, he looked like he was really in love with you.

"You deserve what your sister gets. You and her are the same, both of you are your father's daughters even though you were born from different mothers. I chose you because I know you deserve the position, I know you can be a good mother for my children in the future. The most important thing is that my heart's choice is definitely the best. I choose you with my heart and feelings," Donghyun said softly. You shook your head, wanting to say something, but Donghyun immediately cut you off (again).

"Look at Wonyoung, she looks happy with what you're going to get," You turned to Wonyoung, and sure enough. She was smiling brightly and looked very happy, the look in her eyes couldn't lie. She is genuinely happy with what you get, not jealous. Not only Wonyoung, Gunwook also couldn't help but look happy. Maybe they felt, soon you will be out of hell. Aka from the clutches of their parents.

"Majesty, give Emperor Donghyun an understanding. You know this is wrong,” Mrs Jang approached the Empress Mother who looked calm even though she had initially looked shocked. The Empress Mother Kim turned to Madam Jang, smiling faintly. "What do you mean by 'wrong'? There is nothing wrong with my son choosing what he wants. Why should I give him an understanding? I always support what he chooses, I know. What my son chooses must be the best. I trust in his choice," Mrs. Jang felt like going berserk right then and there, her gaze was so full of hatred towards you.

"Refusing what the Emperor wants is an insult to him, Sissy. His wishes are good, he wants to give you happiness," Wonyoung gives you words of encouragement so that you don't back down. You were silent, confused about what to say. All the different gazes were directed at you. And what you fear most is the hateful gazes of your father and Mrs Jang.

"Guards!" Donghyun signaled his bodyguard. A bodyguard in formal attire approached Donghyun with a medium-sized and wide box. Donghyun opened the box, holding up a tiara that was so beautiful and so pretty. The tiara must have looked very expensive. And you know what tiara it is. The Heart's Desire Tiara. The tiara was used by male heirs to the throne or emperors almost hundreds of years ago to propose to their future wives. One of the most historic collections of jewelry in the Empire. This is a unique tradition, because usually the proposal is done by exchanging rings or giving rings only. But this gives a tiara to the future Empress of the Emperor.

Slowly, the beautiful tiara landed on your head. You were even more shocked when your head was wearing such a beautiful Tiara. This was the first time you had worn a tiara. And it was also a historic tiara. Donghyun took your hand too, he put a diamond ring on your ring finger, and kissed it.

"My future empress, welcome to the empty space of my heart," Donghyun whispered softly in your ear, then gave a quick kiss on your cheek.

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"You! You damn bitch!"

"MOTHER!" Wonyoung immediately blocked you from her mother's anger, she glared at her own mother. "Don't be crazy, Y/N is now under the protection of the empire. If she gets even the slightest scratch, Emperor Donghyun could kill us right now," You shed your tears in Wonyoung's arms, your older sister held you tightly so that you would not be reached by her mother's anger.

"Emperor Donghyun wouldn't know if she didn't tell him! Besides, aren't you mad, Wonyoung?! This girl took away your golden opportunity!" Wonyoung smiled bitterly, she was so sick of this damn poisonous ambition. "I'll tell him if you dare to hurt her, mother!"

"Jang Wonyoung! How dare you threaten your mother?!"

"Shut up you old man! This time I won't let you ruin my sister's golden opportunity! I won't keep quiet any longer if you keep forcing me to follow your bastard ambitions! I will not stand by any longer as you try to destroy what my sister has achieved. Remember your status here, in a matter of months you will be the ones bowing down to her," Mr. Jang couldn't believe it, his eldest daughter, whom he had prepared for this position, actually didn't want to and chose to support you, who he felt had no right to a high position.

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Emperor Donghyun stared in horror at a news article online in the morning. He had just woken up and was already presented with news like this, news that made his blood boil at six in the morning.

Head of Jang Family Beats His Youngest Daughter in Public

Just reading the news headline was enough to make Donghyun furious. He immediately read the contents of the article which had just been published less than five minutes ago.

Paparazzi cameras caught Mr. Jang hitting his daughter after they both just came out of the supermarket. The witness said the reason Mr. Jang hit his daughter was because they had had a sharp and fierce argument.

Miss Jang Y/N is the future wife of Emperor Donghyun, they will be married in a few months. The government and Imperial Security have not commented on this matter. The Empire's legal team has also not commented on this matter. The violence that the future Empress received should not be tolerated. Moreover, Miss Jang Y/N is already under the Imperial security, and the Empire has full responsibility for her security.

Mr Jang could be in trouble because he not only hit his daughter, but hit a future Empress who is fully protected by the Empire.

Donghyun squeezed the iPad in his hand tightly, he clicked on a video showing his future father-in-law's antics. In the video, he could clearly see, Mr. Jang hit you and pushed you down onto the asphalt. He also saw clearly how your body was forced to get up and then roughly pulled to get into the car.

Donghyun got up from his sitting position and opened his room door roughly. Never mind that he would make a mess in the morning. The crazy news was enough to make him furious, he might as well make a mess now.

"Mr. Hwangbo! Mr. Hwangbo! come before me right now!" Donghyun's thunderous scream could wake anyone up from their sleep. Just imagine, the condition of the palace which was still quiet because it was still morning suddenly became noisy because of the young Emperor's scream.

Mr Hwangbo, the head of the Imperial Family's Security, came before Donghyun in a hurry. He wasn't even wearing his full attire yet. The Empress Mother also came with a shocked face, she was still wearing her nightgown.

"Donghyun, what's wrong, son? Why are you screaming so early in the morning?" Empress Mother asked worriedly about her son. Moreover, seeing his face flushed red with anger, Empress Mother knew that her son was furious.

The young emperor raised his iPad screen to his mother. Playing the video he had just watched. "Look at this jerk's behavior," Empress Mother frowned, she moved her face closer to the video.

Her eyes widened in shock when he saw who was hurt in the video. His future daughter-in-law. Empress Mother stared at her son in horror. "M-Mr. Jang? Did I just see him hit his daughter?"

"Yes, you saw right, Mother," Donghyun said then put his iPad on a nearby bedside table, now it was his turn to look at Mr. Hwangbo. "Bring Mr. Jang before me, bring him to my office in less than half an hour," Donghyun immediately left the people gathered in the hall, and his orders were of course immediately carried out by Mr. Hwangbo.

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Wonyoung stared anxiously at the door of Donghyun's office. It was clear that her father had been taken somewhat forcibly to the Government Palace because of his actions last night. His action of hitting his own daughter.

If Donghyun's work room wasn't soundproof, it was certain that his shouts and harsh shouts could be heard from his mouth. Wonyoung knew very well, Donghyun and your relationship was slowly starting to get very close, and you were also slowly starting to have feelings of love for him. Donghyun is so protective of you from any harm or pain. His protection for you is quite tight even though you are still his fiancée.

But how could you go out with him last night without any protection. And that also triggered Donghyun's anger when he found out that you went out without the standard protection of the Empire that night.And rest assured, it must be because of your father.

The door swung open, revealing Donghyun with a messed up appearance, his face still as angry. He looked at Wonyoung and his mother alternately. Behind him, Mr. Jang seemed to be experiencing severe trauma. His face was shocked, probably after being shouted at harshly and repeatedly by Donghyun.

"Bring my Y/N here! I want my girl in this palace right now!"

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The door to the throne room opened as the butler opened the large door. You can clearly see your future husband sitting on the throne with a somewhat chaotic appearance. He hadn't even changed out of his pajamas into his regular clothes.

Donghyun signaled his palace butler to leave you and him alone without being disturbed. The door closed behind you. And now you and he were alone in the magnificent throne room.

"Majesty," You curtsey respectfully to him, the usual thing you do when you meet him. You understand very well, you are still his fiancée, not his wife. So, your status is still in a different position.

"Come here," You approached him, walking up the stairs which led directly to the throne chair where he was sitting. When you were in front of him, he kissed your hand softly. Looking at you with worried eyes. "Why didn't you tell me last night?" He asked, his eyes looking a little tired. It was understandable, his morning had been a mess and quite draining.

"I just don't want to make things worse. I'm fine anyway," You said in a calm tone. He slowly pulled you to sit on his lap, he shook his head. "But it's all gone bad. Your father broke the 'rules' by being rude to my future wife. You know, even though you are his daughter, he should be aware that soon you will not only be his daughter, but his empress as well. He should respect that important position, not hurt you," You cupped his face, placing soothing strokes on his jaw and cheeks.

"Don't worry too much, the most important thing is that I'm fine now. I know, you won't silent if I'm oppressed by someone," You kissed his lips briefly, intending to give him deeper peace.

But instead, he pulled your head and immediately captured your lips with his. His right hand gently pressed the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Your tongues clashed, he was so good at making out and clashing tongues like this. Your fingers roamed his neck. You also pressed the back of his neck to deepen your kiss, occasionally squeezing his long hair gently.

Starting to be enveloped in burning lust, your hands unbutton the top three buttons of his pajamas to touch and feel his chest. Donghyun felt himself getting aroused and felt a heat spreading throughout his body.

You feel that there is a bulge rubbing against your pussy which is still covered by panties. You broke the kiss and immediately attacked the young emperor's neck with your wet lips that were still covered in thick lipstick. You're both horny and both want more.

Donghyun growled as your lips and tongue played hotly around his neck area. Not only that, your hands also played on his chest. And that made him even more insane. You went back up to his lips, giving him a kiss that this time was not full of love, but of passionate lust.

"Damn, I want you, your pussy, everything about you but we're not married yet," Donghyun gasped as you broke the kiss again. You were burning with lust, but instead you said something that instantly made Donghyun forget his status. "To hell with not being married, we're getting married soon. It doesn't matter if you use me now," Hearing that, of course Donghyun was shocked. He didn't seem to see you who were always calm and looked dignified. But, because of this crazy lust, anyone will forget what their real status is.

"Take off your clothes," Donghyun said in a trembling voice. And without hesitation, you immediately did what he wanted. In less than a minute you were completely naked in front of him.

Donghyun was like seeing an angel in typical European paintings. And now, he was like seeing someone coming out of a painting.

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"G-Gonna cum," You whimpered as you felt your orgasm, who knows how many, about to hit you. You and Donghyun had been making love in the throne room for almost an hour in different positions. Your pussy is already filled with his cum which he has spurted several times. He never let his cum out from your pussy

And this time, you and him are on the sofa in his throne room, doing doggy style. The most enjoyable position you have experienced with him. "Yeah, cum. Do it one more time for me," His long fingers reached your clit and made circular movements, making you cum so hard that it wet your thighs and the sofa where you were making love.

Not long after, Donghyun also cums again and spurts his fluids very much. Making your fluids mix together again. You both gasped, he slowly pulled out his cock. You clenched around nothing and made his cum drip from your pussy. Making Donghyun smile in satisfaction, he slapped your ass.

"You turned out to be a great stress reliever for me. I love you so much and I was not wrong to choose you," The young emperor slapped your ass again and then gave a quick kiss on the red mark from his 'sexy' slap.

After this, he would move the wedding date forward. He couldn't stand it any longer, the girl he had chosen was so perfect.