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imtryingbuck · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n L/n becomes Queen of Astoria not that she wanted to. Prince James of Winterfeld meets her and falls in love.

Word count: 2,216

Warnings: angst. fluff. death of a baby (not detailed) death by suicide.

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Y/n sat at the head of the table along with the members of the council as they all offered their condolences. She knew they weren’t happy that she was going to be their Queen and many of them had tried to push for their sons to marry one of the Kings daughters so that they could then sit on the throne. The late King always said no, and that it was Y/n’s duty as first born to sit and rule. He even took a councilman’s life when he wouldn’t drop the topic.

“Princess Y/n-“

“She is Queen now. Show your respect.” Carlson interrupted from his place at the wall.

“Sorry. Queen Y/n-“

“Now try saying it with less sarcasm”

Y/n smiled at Carlson before shaking her head, turning to the councilman. “What is it that you want to say?”

“Maybe you should marry your sister to my son-“

“The son that can not even wield a sword? I think not. If I was to marry my sisters off it would be to a man and not a boy. My father, your King has only just passed and you’re already talking about marriage? Please show some respect. Now, leave me alone.”

All the men stand, bow before leaving. Y/n sigh, looking at the papers in front of her - she’s now only regretting not paying attention to her father when he would drag her in the meeting room so she could learn for when she would take over, but instead she would sit there sulking until they would talk about a battle, it was only then she would be interested and giving pointers - not like any of the other men would listen to her.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Thinking about making you my Hand” she shrugged, giggling at Carlson’s facial expression.

“B-but Sir Jon has been your fathers Hand-“

“Fathers dead remember”

“Jon will not be happy”

“I do not care. You know what you are doing and there’s no one I would rather have by my side”

“I will never let you down. I give my word as you are my Queen-“

“Ugh, none of that please” Y/n sticks her tongue out to him as he winks.

They finally leave the room, Y/n rolls her eyes as Carlson stays a few paces behind her - not use to that happening for her yet, but if she was honest she doesn’t think that she would ever get use to it. Bidding her goodbye to Carlson she enters her chambers getting startled by seeing her mother sitting at the round table.

“Mother.” She bowed.

“Queen.” Her mother bowed too. “We need to talk.”

“Can it not wait? I’ve been with the council all day and I hate them.”

“Regardless if you hate them or not they are your council and no, this cannot wait. We need to talk about marriage.”

“You want to marry another? Mother, father has only been died for three weeks”

“No, your father was the only man for me-“

“Sadly he did not share your same view.” She knew it was a low blow to say that, especially since her mother never recovered from the betrayal of her father getting a second wife.

“Yes sadly. However, you need a husband, the kingdom needs a King.”

“No. No mother I do not need a husband. I cannot marry, you know this.”

Her mother sighs, taking her daughters hand in hers squeezing them lightly. “Your father did not mean that my starlight”

“But he did, and you know that. I will come up with an idea to keep you and my sisters safe and looked after, I promise.”

“But the kingdom…”

“I will rule on my own, I will not let you down I swear. Now, can I be left on my own? I have had a long day.”

“Please think on it, okay? And my starlight, you could not ever let me down.” Giving Y/n a kiss on her cheek, she bowed and left her daughters chambers.

*flashback*

“It’s a boy!” The maesters beamed as she put the crying babe on her Queens chest.

The second Y/n heard the sex of her new sibling a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, though the babe was only minutes old and the youngest of the Kings children he already was the most important out of them all, him being next in line for the throne.

She wasn’t going to be made to be Queen!

Watching her father’s face lit up with such happiness and joy which is something he hadn’t shown when her three younger sisters had come into the world, she had to admit she was slightly envious of her brother.

Her father’s happiness only lasted a week, her mother’s screams awoke the whole entire castle when Y/n arrived to her parents chambers she saw her mother clinging to her babe with streams of tears falling freely down her reddened cheeks, her father standing there watching on - his own tears falling from his eyes. Not a week later the funeral was held for her brother. A week after that her father had told her mother that he was going to take a second wife in hopes to bore a son.

It was well known amongst the kingdom that the King did not love his second wife and only laid with her when it was time to conceive, but the kingdom also knew that their Queen was drowning in depression. Her babe died and her husband waited two weeks after their sons’ death to tell her that he was taking a second wife, everyone around felt sorry for her and openly admitted that they didn’t see the Kings second wife as Queen, something that Y/n’s step mother hated.

Another girl.

And another.

The King swore that the Gods were torturing him - he had seven daughters. Seven whilst his younger brother had five sons. It wasn’t fair. And like a true King he stomped his foot like a spoiled child being told no. After his seventh daughter was born he refused to lay with his second wife, and focusing all his attention and love on his first - his only love. With this, caused tension between the wives that the children were unfortunately subjected to witness.

Y/n had been ordered to the throne room by her father, he sounded pained in telling her that she was his successor. At first she believed it was because he knew the weight of the crown but then found out it was because she was a girl. A girl who was going to take over the throne once he passed. He wasn’t happy about that.

“B-but father, I-I do not wish to be-“

*present*

“Y/n! Y/n wake up!” Carlson grabbed a hold of her hand as Y/n’s arm swung out from under the pillow next to her with her trusty knife gripped tightly in her hand.

“Wh-what is it?”

“Your step mother… she’s taken her own life.”

“What? Where are my sisters? They-they weren’t the ones who found her, were they?” She questioned getting out of the bed, not even bothering to put any shoes on or her robes as she left her chambers.

“No, her lover and a servant found her.” Everyone knew that she had taken a lover once the King turned his back on her, he wasn’t even bothered just as long as she was happy.

“Mother?”

“She’s being told now, the same with your sisters.”

The guards didn’t know where to look when they saw their Queen heading straight towards them in just her nightwear, they bowed and stepped aside. “Oh Gods. You silly woman! I was going to grant you to marry him and now look, you have left your children without a mother!” Y/n would admit she never cared for her step mother, always blamed her for her mother’s cries, pain and suffering. There was only one time when her step mother had her respect was when she stuck up for a thirteen year old Y/n. She thought maybe just maybe she wasn’t such a bad person. Two days after her father passing her stepmother had come to her and ask if she would grant her and her lover to marry, at the time Y/n laughed and waved her off, she thought it was a bit too soon to be asking something like that. But she was going to allow her stepmother that happiness.

“Y/n, is it… oh Gods!” Y/n turned around to face her mother as she stood in the doorway looking at the woman she once hated and in time became friends with. The one woman she trusted more than anyone to look after her children.

“You need to make sure the girls do not see this, I will take care of this personally.” Her mother nodded before leaving again.

Y/n asked Carlson to get a bowl of water and some cloths, made the guards take the lover to a different room, and told the servant - who was no older than fourteen - to go and get something to eat from the kitchens for herself and go to get some rest. The servant asked nervously if that she really meant that, Y/n smiled and nodded - already making sure that the girl had a few days off after coming across something so horrendous.

Taking the wet cloth and rinsing the excess water she began wiping away the blood, Carlson told her that he would take over but she just shook her head. Her father had told her to look after her stepmother and she failed. She was already a terrible Queen and failed her father and those around her.

“Y/n/n whatever thought you have in that head of yours, let it go.” Carlson spoke up from his place by the window, watching at the rain patted off the glass.

“How did you know?”

“I have known you since we were children, I know you better than you know yourself.”

“I have already failed him Carls-“

“No you have not! Do not speak like that, otherwise I will challenge you to a duel.”

“You would lose”

“You never know, I might win” she looked over to him and smiled. It was the only smile that she gave anyone that was genuine.

“I want you to pick out two of the most trusted guards to keep-“

“I have already done it my Queen, they are outside as we speak.”

“Thank you.” Getting up off the bed she looked down at her stepmother. “And thank you for everything. May you rest peacefully with the Gods.” Pulling the cover over her body. She bowed her head.

She could hear the cries of her sisters from down the corridor, her feet faltering as her heart aches for her little sisters, they had already lost their father and now they were going to be saying goodbye to their mother. Life was cruel sometimes. Truly.

When they tried to bow their head, she told them not to, she was their sister above anything. She clung onto them as they cried themselves to sleep.

“What is the meaning of this?” Smacking his hand on the table Sir Jon demanded, wanting to know if his ears were deceiving him or if the ‘Queen’ had gone mad.

“Firstly, watch how you speak to me. Secondly I am making Carlson my Hand. Which part is lost on you?”

“He is a child! You have no right to do this!”

“He is the same age as me-“

“Exactly! A child!”

”Cut me off again and I will cut your tongue out, do you understand me? As Queen I can do whatever I decide, Carlson is the only person sitting at this table I trust.”

“You are not fit to be Queen-“

“Tell me something I do not already know. And whether you like it or not I am Queen, even my fathers trusted Hand could not talk him into marrying one of your sons to his daughters, though you did manage to talk him in to marrying another woman in order to bore sons, well look how that turned out.” She smirked at watching his face fall, no one knew that Jon had talked the late King into marrying a second wife, her father had told her one night when he had drank himself silly.

“I-I do not know what you are-“

“Yes of course not, do not fret Sir Jon it will remain our little secret. Now, does anyone else has a problem with Sir Carlson being my Hand?” When nobody said a single word she nodded. “Good. Now, my stepmothers funeral is today and I need to be there for my sisters.” Y/n stood and took her leave.

“Queen-“

“I have told you not to call me that when we are alone.”

“Sorry. Y-you called me Sir…”

“Yes, tomorrow I will give you your knighthood, something my father should have done”

“You are not doing this due to you being so in love with me, right?”

“So in love” she winked. He laughed before looking around, when the coast was clear he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest.

“I will always bend my knee to you my Queen.”

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