#stiles in a corset

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Wild West au

Stiles is an owner of the salon in the town. Everyone thought he’d be sheriff like his father.

He likes the law, but he also likes being able to hide behind it as he breaks it.

What they don’t know is behind his ownership, bartending skills, And preforming skills😉 (this man sings, which is the main distraction) he uses his saloon to catch the worst outlaws.

And look who just walked in, if it ain’t Derek “the black wolf” Hale.

[teenwolftuesdaytrash]

Surprising Derek’s Husband with the TikTok Leggings and a Corset

a mini comic 😈

[dailyscottficrec]

Jan 26, 2022

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Author summary:

Scott is a little uncomfortable about his surprise for Stiles. Stiles, of course, adores it, much like he adores everything about his husband.

@slice-of-magenta's reasons to love the fic: Scott-centric with a major hint of sciles. I adore it. I love it. And its so sweet and nicely done. It has corsets and Scott feeling pretty - which I love. And sciles living in one place? Yes. Right there is a lovely objective because if the show says stuff like that, then might as well add it in any universe it just fits so well here and gives me happy feelings (and the corsetsssssss. using them for any context feels so nice!)

Thank you @slice-of-magenta 🥺

[stellastra-scribbles]

Finally completed the outfit reference for Jayna Stiles, a half-elven NPC follower from Arcanum: Of Steamworks and Magick Obscura.

Outfit breakdown (or "outfit onions" as I like to call them lol~)

I really like Jayna Stiles and her backstory + goals of becoming a technological healer. I'm also a sucker for 19th-century fashion and I have an unhealthily large collection of reference books and a bunch of files saved from online museum collections (I've got about 22+ gigabytes of refs downloaded from the Library of Congress alone haha I need more hobbies).

Back on track, I really just wanted to design Jayna an outfit that suited her character more than her in-game sprites while also being practical for travel/adventuring.

More unrestrained detailed design ramblings below the cut~

Individual layers. I pulled most of her colors from her default outfit.

Since Arcanum's starting year is 1885, I usually picture the "modern" sense of fashion in big cities like Tarant and Caladon taking cues from real life 1885-1890s western fashions (to give myself some leeway with references). Smaller towns can be a bit more dated, but I try not to go back further than the 1870s in most cases.

However, for a character like Jayna, who hails from Dernholm, I gave her clothing from references dating back to the 1850-1860s. I did this because Jayna says in her recruitment dialogue that "[her] parents weren't wealthy people, and [she doesn't] make much money here in Dernholm," so I took this to mean that she likely wears clothing to last, wearing hand-me-downs, makes her own clothes, and mending it over the years rather than buying new clothes.

Given that Dernholm (+ the Kingdom of Cumbria in general) isn't in the best state when the game starts, they may be behind the times and the latest fashions take longer to reach Dernholm.

Gar: “Alas, poor Dernholm! Once home to the legendary Dragon Knights, it has fallen on hard times since Praetor became king some 60 odd years ago. He despises all technology, and I think he's recently become sour on magick as well.”

Herkemer Oggdoddler: “For two generations Cumbria languished as an economically abused and technologically impaired backwater in the shadow of Tarant. Its once fine capital, Dernholm, has become a ruin.”

Layer 1 - Chemise + Open Drawers. I deliberately drew the drawers as fairly loose so as to not expose her without having to redraw the pose or resort to "Barbie doll anatomy."

Various resources demonstrated the chemise being tucked into the drawers or worn fully untucked/loose, but I drew it as tucked-in for the sake of reference visibility, so perhaps either one works in practice.

Layer 2 - Corset + Socks/Stockings. I picked a more "contemporary" (1880s) design for the corset as I imagine it would be a more custom-fitted garment. Plus, anyone who has ever worn bras will attest that a bra that properly fits is comparable to a good pair of shoes: never cheap out on it because if you take care of it, it will take care of you. Perhaps that same logic can be applied to corsets in ye olden days and historically-inspired fantasy settings.

For Jayna, despite the simplistic design, it might be one of the few luxuries she can afford for herself given the necessity of the garment for bust support.

Layer 3 - Trousers + Shoes. I was inspired by vivandières and Dr. Mary Edwards Walker, who typically wore trousers beneath their skirts. Dr. Walker was a "surgeon, women’s rights advocate, abolitionist, and spy, [and] the first female U.S. Army surgeon during the Civil War." Since Jayna is an aspiring technological healer, I feel like an allusion to Dr. Walker and her practicality was appropriate.

Layer 4 - Petticoat. It's just something to fill out the skirt volume a tad. I considered adding a corset cover in this layer but I did like having the upper outline of the corset somewhat visible in the shirtwaist layer to illustrate her living situation (aka she doesn't have one or just has a poor-quality one). As a modern-age woman, I think this this all already looks like a laundering nightmare to wash by hand.

Layer 5 - Shirtwaist + Outer Skirt. I really like the shape of the 1860s Garibaldi blouse's sleeves (I think these are bishop sleeves? correct me if I'm wrong...) and the stripes allude to some 19th century nurse uniforms. I initially went for a plaid pattern but that was a pain to draw and using a pre-existing plaid brush/pattern just didn't look as good as I wanted it to be.

Layer 6 - Sash + Pistol Holster + Bag. Given Jayna's goals of becoming a tech healer, I took design cues from vivandières, who were 19th-century women attached to military regiments, with a few known vivandières being nurses (like Anna Etheridge).

However, rather than lifting the vivandière look completely, I imagine Jayna would attempt to replicate the silhouette with her own clothes. The bag is a bit of an amalgamation of various 18th-19th century hunting/frontier bags, so I apologize that I don't have a direct reference image.

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Of course, in the end, I did take some liberties with the outfit so it's not completely historically-accurate, but that's okay since Arcanum is a fictional universe.

I guess I should've prefaced that I'm no expert on historical fashion, just a casual enthusiast who thinks "ooh old dress is pretty!"

I just wanted to see how far I could go before I had to make some concessions, such as:

Jayna's hair is short and worn loose while irl Victorian women typically had long hair and wore them up (there were documented exceptions of course). Many portraits for both female player characters and female NPCs across all in-game races show short hair and loose long hair, so let's just assume that 19th-century Arcanum has more relaxed feminine hair standards compared to the real-life 19th century western world. Also, irl 19th-century rural women did sell their hair for money, so maybe there's something to apply to the world of Arcanum with that. Or maybe the short-hair craze just hit Arcanum a few decades early *shrug*.

I initially planned to give her gloves, but many resources show vivandières not really wearing them, preferring to go barehanded.

The clothing colors may be a bit too saturated for the era I took inspiration from, but I wanted to stay somewhat faithful to Jayna's original sprite colors.

I did simplify some garments down for the sake of me having to draw enough layers as it is lol. Sorry if the lace wasn't fancy enough or that she doesn't have headwear. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Sometimes you just wanna finish a project and be done with it.

hoo boy, that was a lot

Thank You For Coming to My TED Talk :)

Now go play Arcanum: Of Steamworks and Magick Obscura~

[dragon-chica]

Taking Stiles Stilinski to the Ren Faire

Fandom: Teen Wolf

What has my coworker made me into taking me to a ren faire.

Reminder, there are male corsets, and they are sexy as fuck. This is not an afab only treat.

Okay, he has never been to a ren faire but has secretly wanted to go so bad.

Like the first time he went to a princess/knights/dragon themed party as a kid, that was it.

His mom mentioned someday they should take him to a ren faire and when she told him what it was there were stars in his eyes.

He never got to though.

One one hand he was hyperventilating overhearing you like and go to them.

On the other you know how he tries to 'act cool' because he's and idiot and tries saying that's lame, with a strain to his voice because he wants to go so bad.

Scott's the one who spills his secret, confused little head tilt and

"Didn't you always want to go to one of those when we were kids?"

Tries shushing Scott and pulling him away from you and threatening wolfsbane.

Read the room McCall.

But because you know this idiot you eventually end up inviting him to go along with you, and there's no way he would turn down an actual invitation.

So freaking excited, wants to put out a warning message to all things supernatural not to DARE fuck this up the day of the ren faire (going first day for best vendors, duh.)

He wants your help and opinions for an outfit, he will not go naked. has a huge pinterest board on a hidden account for inspo.

Ends up with a simple costume and cape because you remind him there will be so much stuff he'll want to get for his garb there.

At your house and hour early and practically vibrating when you were already planning to leave to arrive when it starts.

He sees you still getting ready and jaw drops. You decided to get dressed at home this time and he sees you adjusting yourself in your corset.

audibly squeaks when you suck in, pull the strings and cinch your corset. His mouth is open and his eyes are so wide.

Oh god. Oh god. he's dying right now.

From excited rambles about getting there on time to barely a peep as you finish up and usher him out the door.

So excited as soon as he's out of the jeep, bouncing on his feet looking out at all the stalls and tents.

Definitely makes sure you get dragon legs (smoked turkey legs) to eat and disappointed when you inform him that mutton is actually lamb.

Kid in a candy store running around, loves listening to the minstrels and buys cds.

For trying to deny interest, he is acting like the biggest nerd there. Dragging you around the check out every stall and being a little miffed when there's some 'too modern' things for sale.

You HAVE to go watch the sword fighting.

"Psh, I've fought werewolves. I could take that guy." You tell him to challenge the big guy with a wooden sword fighting little kids and he's on his ass in no time. Made the guy's day though/

His allowance and entire budget usually saved for buying Lydia gifts goes to good items and merch.

He wants to get you something matching and will really scrutinize things at random??

Loves getting pamphlets for future ren faires, always asking when you're going next. You smirk at him send Scott pictures throughout the day.

If there's stuff like jousting he is at the front of the crowd whether you're there or not.

Is so glad there's multiple changing tents so he can put on his new things immediately.

Absolutely wipeD and falls asleep on the couch still in his cape and amazon-discount leather boots. His Dad just gives you a tired questioning look and goes on his way. Makes sure the cape has him covered for the night.

The next day your friends ask if he had a good time, knowing full well with all the pictures and little videos they got.

He tries to play it off and just say how it "wasn't too bad, the drag-turkey legs were pretty good." You just roll your eyes and Malia punches his shoulder.

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Stiles, corsets or cloaks?

(I do not speak for Teen Wolf or Paramount+. This is for fun.)

[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

New Outfit, Sterek, 100w, teen [AO3] @sterekdrabbles 2/10/23 (dark, book, border)

Derek looked up from his book when he heard Stiles padding down the hallway, heartbeat slightly elevated in what Derek would guess was excitement. 

Derek’s eyes darkened in arousal when he spotted Stiles. His mate had apparently decided to dress up and was standing in the doorway, attempting to pose seductively.

Stiles was wearing red silk panties with lace around the border that were hugging his semi-hardness gently. Attached were garters, and across his chest was a matching corset.

Immediately Derek rose, chasing his mate down the hallway to their bedroom to show how much he enjoyed Stiles’s new outfit.

[righthandarm-man]

love love love the incredibly weird and unhinged photoshoots that male celebrities get roped into, especially the ones with marginal gay fanbases

like some gay photographer in LA is like "here's Archie Riverdale wearing finger puppets," "here's Stiles Teen Wolf tied up with jump ropes," "here's Chris Pine in a corset"

[softmelodyb7178]

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[casually-eat-my-soul]

Why thank you, it’s the family disappointment in me!!

Also I think this ideal is soo funny. Because im picturing the one knight who makes it to the tower who is supposed to save this ~angelic being~ and stiles just smiles sweetly down at them before ripping their heart out. (He’s going to give it to Derek ❤️)

ALSO STILES IN A BONE CORSET!!! BONE CORSET!! Derek would be violently ill with want.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

One of my friends follows this lady who make art out of bones, and now I’m just picturing Derek courting stiles and giving him deer, and other things. Stiles making art from the bones.

Or bone witch stiles. Idk why I think of bone witch stiles but like BONE WITCH STILES. Dark magic stiles who works in blood, bones and other taboo things. Alpha Derek giving stiles the bones and blood of his enemies. Or dragging them to him alive letting stiles use them.

[scribeoffate]

Scott Rarepair Ficlet Masterlist

Truedemon(Scott/Deucalion): Truedemon and “you’re the criminal mastermind here, not me.” ? cw: minor whump, deucalion is an asshole

Scora (Scott/Cora): "How shall i do it?" cw: corsets, lingerie, bdsm, sexytimes, steamy, spanking

Scydia (Scott/Lydia): "okay, i admit it. maybe i wasn’t as nice as i should have been." cw: aftercare, vague mention of bdsm, shared allison grief

Scott/Stiles/Cora: Scott: "you’re not just gonna let him die like that, are you?" cw: scott whump

Scydia (Scott/Lydia): “hmm. don’t know, don’t care. how’s that?"

truedemon(Scott/Deucalion): "for the last time, it was not a kiss" cw: deucalion is creepy, i think banter is a genre

scalia + mason (scott/malia and mason): "maybe i’m just new to this whole rescuing thing, but this, to me, might be considered kind of a step backwards."

scott & sydney: "how shall i do it?"

Scott & Cora friendship ficlet please??: "oh, is that hard to believe?"

scalira (Scott/Malia/Kira):“this is the last time we take directions from a squirrel”

Scireo (Scott/Kira/Theo): Now I feel really bad cw: tooth rotting fluff

Scireo (Scott/Kira/Theo): "okay, i admit it. maybe i wasn’t as nice as i should have been." cw: scott whump

Thanks to everyone who sent me a prompt. And to @teenwolfrarepairevents for hosting the event that inspired this! I'm always here for Scott ships always and had a lot of fun! There was a lot of fabulous content submitted, so fellow Scott shippers, be sure to check it out!

[jennoasis]

Admiration

Derek paused in the doorway of the master bedroom, surprised to see Stiles in a waist corset. Derek took a moment to admire the view before clearing his throat.

Stiles, who had headphones in his ears, jumped in surprised then squawked indignantly, moving to hide behind a chair. “Derek! You’re not due home for a couple of hours still!”

Derek smiled. “I forgot something. Why are you hiding this treat from me?”

“I just wasn’t sure you’d like me dressed like…Wait, did you say treat? You like it?”

Derek moved closer to Stiles, gaze intent with interest. “Very much so.”

 I mean I think Stiles would look great in a corset....Just saying. LOL. Anyway! I’m behind! @sterekdrabbles came out with new words on Friday! They were: Waist, treat, admire. I hate how long it took to write this up and post it but yay for doing it! Thanks!

[stilesstylelinski]

"So tell him he doesn't need to go behind me!" Stiles pleaded tensely, standing there in a state of half-dress, having managed to change into his leather breeches without much issue, but as the servant tried to help him out of his shirt and into the new one, that was when things went south.

So here he stood in the middle of his room, back pressed against the privacy screen he was supposed to be behind, his old tunic gripped tightly in his hands as if he'd removed it himself in an angry demonstration--because no one needed to go behind him to help him change. It wasn't like he had laces to tie--corsets to tighten. They could help him from the front.

The tunic he was supposed to change into, a brighter much more vivid red than the deep crimson of Derek's own, laid across the bed, having been abandoned in the struggles. "All of this touching is unnecessary! Why does everyone insist of having to touch me?!"

Derek  had  finished  getting  dressed,  already  feeling  stuffy  in  the  high  collared  formal  tunic  in  deep  crimson  with  a  long  black  coat  over  the  top.  He  attempted  to  adjust  the  leather  belt  cinched  around  his  waist,  already  knowing  it  would  make  it  hard  to  sit  comfortably,  and  the  tight  leather  breeches  felt  restrictive.  He  really  needed  to  plead  with  mother  to  allow  him  to  just  wear  his  armour  during  formal  occasions  instead.

He  held  his  circlet  in  his  left  hand  as  he  made  his  way  to  Stiles'  room,  he  wasn't  putting  it  on  until  he  was  absolutely  required  to  do  so.  He  wasn't  surprised  to  hear  noise  coming  through  the  closed  door  as  he  approached,  the  entreating  voice  of  the  servant  sent  to  help  Stiles  get  dressed  ringing  out  with  obvious  frustration.  

Derek  entered  the  room  smoothly  and  shut  the  door  behind  himself.  "Stiles,  we  need  to  go  soon  or  we'll  be  late,"  he  stated  in  greeting  as  his  eyes  took  in  the  situation.

[stellastra-scribbles]

WIP (forgive the watermarks) - Late last year, I tried to draw Jayna Stiles, a half-elven follower from Arcanum: of Steamworks and Magick Obscura.

I ended up scrapping that drawing, but here's the second attempt, now with more layers! I still have another clothing layer to add and might adjust some of the previous layers, but I think this is coming along well~

The game takes place a Victorian-era inspired steampunk fantasy setting. The fashion I'm largely referencing here is 1860s fashion. If anyone has better knowledge of historical knowledge willing to offer critiques, I'm willing to hear it out!

(more info below the cut)

Here are a few of my inspirations alongside the old scrapped art from December 2023 . Vivandières and Civil War-era nurses were my main references, if that helps anything.

The colors of the dress and the hairstyle are directly pulled from Jayna's in-game appearance. I'm not concerned with how "ahistorical/out of fashion" her hair looks. I am willing to have some leeway as this is a fantasy setting and it doesn't have to be entirely bound within the limitations of history.

Layers Explained

1 - chemise + open drawers. I drew the drawers deliberately kinda loose so as to not expose her (the alternative was either change the pose or use "Barbie doll anatomy"). I imagine the chemise could be untucked, but I've seen some images where the chemise is tucked in.

2 - corset + socks. Since Jayna comes from a rather run-down town, I wanted to give her a rather simple corset design.

3 - trousers + shoes. Many images of vivandières depict them wearing trousers that went over their shoes.

4 - petticoat.

5 - blouse/shirtwaist + outer skirt + brooch.

The next planned layer will give Jayna her pistol, holster, a hat, canteens/bags, and any other accoutrements. Suggestions welcome!

[wildflowerdylan]

WITH BENEFITS

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings : Smut-like content, 18+ content, enemies to lovers, cursing.

Concept : College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.

Lydia and Kira burst into my apartment to find me in a pink faux leather mini skirt and a lace corset top. “Hey, gorgeous!” Lydia chimed, looking me up and down. “Hi,” I hum back. “Grab anything from the fridge.” The two nod and snatch something out as I finish fixing my hair in the mirror. Once I’m done, I walk over to sit next to them. “So…” Lydia begins. I look at her for a moment, before turning to look at my cup. “Y/N, it’s been two weeks and you and Stiles have done nothing but avoid each other.” I nod my head, “I know…” Kira speaks up softly, “Maybe that’s for the best though?” We both turn towards her. “I mean, they have been arguing less.” I laugh slightly, but Lydia is not as amused. “Yeah, but they aren’t arguing because neither one is hanging out with the group anymore.” I looked at her quickly, “Stiles isn’t going either?” She shakes her head, “He leaves the apartment until Scott texts him to come back.” I sigh, “It’s hard to burry the hatchet, you guys…” They both sit in silence, knowing this is true. Another knock hits my door before two couples walk in - Allison and Isaac and Mason and Corey. We all say our hello’s and they begin to pregame for the soon-to-be party as well. This meant that, luckily, the conversation steers away from Stiles and I... until Liam and Malia come in.

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that this is the first time Y/N and Stiles are going to be in the same room since the ultimatum was made?” Everyone turns to Malia. “I know I’m not great with social cues, but come on… We need a game plan.” Everyone stays silent, not sure what to say. “She’s right.” I speak suddenly, surprising everyone. “How are we supposed to plan for you guys to not bitch at each other? If it was that easy, there wouldn’t be a problem in the first place.” Liam comments quickly. I nod my head in agreement, “I know… But we’ve never tried this plan…” I pick up a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. “The only time Stiles hasn’t made me wanna kill him is when I’m drunk.”

So, that’s what we did. We all got drunk off our asses in the spirit of making tonight as good as possible. About an hour and ten shots each later, we all started our walk to Scott and Stiles’ apartment for their party. We each walked in and were all greeted by the two hosts despite there already being a rather large crowd. Everyone at the party was pretty drunk, but no one was as drunk as us. A few hours and many more drinks passed before Stiles finally walked over to me. “Hey,” He forced. I rolled my eyes at him, too drunk to care. “Let’s go dance!” I said excitedly. The boy furrows his brows in confusion at me, “Aren’t you supposed to hate me still…” I laugh and shove him playfully, “We’re being friendly now, remember?” Stiles looks at me and laughs slightly, finally realizing how out of it I am.

It was now almost 2:00 AM and everyone but the pack members had left. Scott and Kira had fled to his room not too long ago and the other two couples had left around midnight. Malia was passed out in the corner while Lydia and Liam were arguing about who is Scott’s favorite - an argument that really had no answer to, but in their drunken state needed to be argued. 

Conversely, Stiles and I were still dancing. It was a great night, especially for Scott’s ultimatum.

I felt myself yawn, “I think it’s time for me to go home.” Stiles looked down at me, arms still warped around my waist drunkenly. He nodded his head before gasping excitedly, “Stay here!” I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and then looked around at the dirty living room. “Come on, Y/N!” Stiles slurred. “It’ll be like a sleepover!” I laughed at him, not used to seeing this side of him. “Stiles, this place is a disaster.” He looked around for himself before nodding happily, “Stay in my room!” I looked at him in astonishment. “Your room?” He nodded again, “Yeah! I mean Scott wants us to be friends, what’s more friendly than that?” I smiled up at him, his words making a whole lot of sense. “Okay!” We drunkenly walked up the steps to his bedroom, just barely avoiding falling down them. He led me to his room and opened the door. “What?” He smiles as he notices me still standing in the doorway. “Your room,” I smile, “It’s exactly as I would’ve imagined it to be.” He smiles at me sloppily, “You’ve seen my room before.” I nod my head, “Yeah, but I never really looked...” He just smiles again before nodding and sifting through his drawers.

“Do you need a change of clothes?” I shrugged, “I can just sleep in this.” He turns to look at me up and down, “Are you sure?” I shrug again. “I guess I could get a little more comfortable…” He nods his head once, not taking his eyes off me as a new wave of feelings hit me. I unzip my shirt and let it fall down to the ground, revealing the small black underwear on my body. “Got a shirt?” I smirk, still not totally sure of what I was doing. Stiles nods with a nervous gulp before grabbing the closet t-shirt he could feel without tearing his eyes off of me. Stiles threw the shirt over to me, watching as I caught it with ease and turned around. I rip my top off, revealing my bare back to him, and then I slip the t-shirt on over my head. I turn around again and smile. Stiles gulps again before ripping his own shirt and pants off quickly. “Mind if we share a bed?” He says just barely above a whisper. I shake my head and watch as he slips under the covers just before I follow his move. We both turn on our sides and face each other delicately. “You know, you’re a lot more tolerable when I’m drunk.” He laughed quietly, “You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re drunk, too.” I scoff and shove him playfully again, but this time Stiles grabs my hand and pulls me slightly closer.

“What are you doing?” I say barely above a whisper, my eyes traveling back and forth from his own eyes and his lips. Stiles doesn’t answer me, but instead takes my gaze as permission. He fills the gap between up in and places his lips on my own. At first, I was taken aback. What the hell was this kid doing? More importantly, why did I like it? 

I slithered my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. He groaned into my mouth as I inched closer. Stiles began moving his lips down my neck, his hand traveling down my body. I moaned in response before rolling over and straddling him. I sat up and looked huim into his eyes the way he did into mine - with hunger. “Stiles,” I started, through labored breath after the heavy makeup session we just had. “Are you sure we should do this?” He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s not like we’re about to ruin a friendship or anything.” I chuckled slightly, nodding my head. “Great,” I smirked. He mirrored my expression but with anticipation. I moved my hands down to the hem of the shirt and ripped it over my head, revealing my bare breasts. I heard him gasp lightly, “God help me…” I bend down and continue the kiss, but Stiles isn’t satisfied. He rolls me over quickly, removing what was left on my body and diving right in. To say this boy’s tongue was magical is an understatement. It wasn’t too long before I was doing the same to him and listening to his grunts like the radio. He eventually pulled me back up, not wanting to cum in my mouth. We proceeded to roll around the bed in as many positions as we could think of in our drunken state before we both finally finished. We both move to slam our backs into the bed and look up at the ceiling breathlessly. “Whoa.”

[sweet-pea-channie]

Forbidden Love - S.S. AU Pt.5

Author: @sweet-pea-channie​

Words: +6.5k

Warnings: mention of abortion, angst, fluff, happy ending

A/N: The last and final part of Forbidden Love for you guys! Thank you so much for sticking by! I really appreciated your feedback and I’d love to read some more :) I really like the series and I hope you do, too! It was so much fun to write it even though I had to google so much because I wasn’t always sure, if they already had watches and stuff like that :D  But anyways, have fun reading the final part of Forbidden Love!

Masterlist - Series Masterlist

"Damn it," you grumbled, throwing the ribbons on the floor in anger. Once again they weren't long enough and if you went back to Beatrice now and asked for new ones, she would know immediately what was the matter. 

To make a long story short, the ribbons for your corset were once again too short, just like a few weeks ago. And there was only one reason for that. You were pregnant, to sum it up quickly. 

Starting with loss of appetite and pulling abdominal pain, to fatigue and exhaustion. There was everything that pointed to a pregnancy. And when your bleeding finally stopped, it was clear to you. After you went to town to see a midwife, she could only confirm that you were pregnant. Of course, you also thought a few times about terminating the pregnancy in certain ways because life as a single woman with a child at the castle was not so easy. No man would want you anymore. But the thought that the child could possibly look like the father and also be a piece of him made the whole decision much easier for you.

Meanwhile, it wasn't so easy to hide the pregnancy, either. Until recently, the belly was not really visible, and you could hide it under your skirts and dresses. But now the belly was getting bigger and bigger, and slowly the corsets were getting too tight. 

"Come on, I'll help you," you heard Adela suddenly behind you. You quickly turned around and tried as best you could to lift the corset tightly behind your back so that she wouldn't notice. 

"I didn't even hear you come in," you said, turning your back to her, so she could lace your corset tighter. 

"I was just walking by and thought I'd stop by and see you. You weren't at breakfast today, so I was a little worried," she replied and began to lace the corset. Furthermore, you held your breath and pulled your stomach in as best you could. 

“I wasn't feeling so well. I preferred being outside in the fresh air." 

“Well, pregnancy symptoms like that don't go away overnight either," she added, now hiding the cord in your skirt. 

Shocked, you turned around and looked at your friend with wide eyes. She just smiled at you and pulled a little more on your corset as if she had just said something normal. "How did you...?" 

"It's quite easy to figure it out if you pay close attention, Y/N. Your skin is glowing, and you're quite sensitive about certain smells, let alone the nausea you've been trying to suppress and hide all this time," she replied. 

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, but I thought maybe I could keep it a secret as long as possible. Maybe someone else would have come to the castle, liked me a lot, and I could slip the kid to them. But now it's already too late anyway. I can't really hide the belly anymore," you confessed to her, lowering your gaze downward. 

"And why don't you go back to the kid's father and try again?" 

"To Stephan in France?" you lied, trying not to make the situation worse. 

"I don't see why Stiles would be in France, but I was thinking more along the lines of you going back to him." 

If you were shocked before, you were even more so now. You didn't even know what to answer. But luckily, Adela took care of that for you. "Y/N, even when Stiles arrived here at the castle I knew who he was, and I have to say I was a little confused why he would pretend to be the cousin of France's prince. But then when I realized how much time you spend together, it was clear to me." 

"Oh Adela," you sighed and sat down on the sofa next to you. Adela did the same and sat down next to you. "I feel so bad. I owe you an apology for so many things." 

"You don't have to feel bad. And most of all, you didn't have to keep the pregnancy to yourself. We all would have been there for you. Even if the baby's father isn't. But just tell me this, Y/N. How do you know each other? And why is the king of one of the greatest empires pretending to be someone he definitely is not?" she finally asked you.

You sighed and looked at your friend. Not really knowing where to start, you began to finally tell her the truth. "Stiles and I have known each other since we were kids. I grew up in the village and at one point was lucky enough to work at the castle. You must know that I am not a lady-in-waiting and never have been. I was just a simple kitchen maid who had been deeply in love with the prince since childhood. And he had also felt exactly the same. Eventually, everything came to light and I had to leave the castle. Queen Claudia sent me on a ship, but Noah was able to prevent worse and made it possible for me to live with the fake title... I'm sorry that I've been playing you all this time." 

"You're still you, even if you have a better reputation now, you've always remained yourself. I could feel it from the beginning that you were a heart person. You didn't care who talked to you. Was it the workers here in the castle, or my mother. You treated everyone here the same, and that's what I really appreciate about you, Y/N. Of course, this all makes a lot of sense to me now that you've told me this. But let me know one more thing, why didn't you travel back with Stiles?" 

"I have you guys here, here was my new home. Here I'm a lady-in-waiting and there I'm just a kitchen maid. It wouldn't change my reputation, even if Stiles is now the king. In the eyes of most there at the castle, I will forever remain what I once was. But now, with the knowledge of having a child by him, I don't know if I may have made the wrong decision after all," you admitted, seeing in Adela's face that she could completely feel for you. 

"You still have the option to go back to him. You've made a name for yourself here that no one can take away from you, even if you were a kitchen maid in your former life. You have grown up and shown everyone here what a strong personality you have. Without you, I wouldn't be the person I am today. You shaped me a lot, Y/N," she smiled at you and took your hand to squeeze it a little tight, just like Stiles had always done to show you that everything was okay. 

"Are you serious?" 

"If you really want to go to Stiles, then do it. I'm married now and no longer depend on your help. While it would be nice to continue to have you as one of my best friends here at the castle, I can see how not being able to be with Stiles is weighing on you. I've noticed all these years that something was missing from you, but I never knew what. I thought it was Archie at first, but all this time it's just been Stiles. And don't worry about Claudia, you have us behind your back. We will strengthen you and not let you leave court empty-handed, I promise you that." 

"What if Stiles has since found someone and fallen in love all over again? He said his mother was looking for a new wife for him and that was in the winter. It's almost summer now. What if I'm late?" you asked, finally putting out loud the question that had been haunting you for a few days. Of course, you knew that you would never have the chance to marry Stiles. Your reputation just wasn't made for that. But the fear that he might find someone and love them more than you plagued you for several nights. 

"You won't know until you find out. There's a ship leaving the port in a few days to go to New Spain. You could be on board. Of course, again, it will take time for you to get there, but I'm sure everything will be fine." 

"I didn't even say goodbye to Stiles, I just left him a pathetic letter. I'm sure he was so disappointed in me that he doesn't even want to see me anymore..." you mumbled and got up from the sofa to go to the window. You couldn't sit still any longer, as the conversation with Adela once again threw your whole thoughts into confusion. 

"I think when he sees the reason for your visit, he will do anything but send you back. Why don't you take a bath first? I'll let the girls know to run you one. Then you can talk to them again, and I'll sort out everything else if you tell me now that you want to go back. Unless you want to stay here," Adela suggested. 

"I want to see Stiles, yes."

You can't describe the feeling you had when the ship docked at the port of your old home. 71 days had passed since you had boarded the ship with all your belongings. Even though the situation was completely different this time, you felt the same as last time, not knowing what to expect. 

Adela had kept her promise and had made sure that all your belongings came on board with you, as well as your papers that you had received from Noah back then. She made sure to add a few words, of course, to make your arrival at the castle easier. After all, not just any random person was allowed to travel to the castle. 

Although the thought of seeing Stiles worried you the most, you were also happy to see your family again, should nothing have happened to them in the meantime. But first, you had to make sure that Stiles heard the news. The ship that sailed to New Spain was full of goods and actually only intended as a freight transport, so the longer it took until you could leave the ship and find someone to take care of you there. When the harbor finally emptied, you found a carriage with a nice man who offered to take you to the castle for a few gold coins.

And so you found yourself on the way to the castle. The driver of the carriage recently said that it wouldn't be long since you had been traveling for a while, and yes, he was right. The watch that you had received from Stiles at that time clearly showed that several hours had already passed since your arrival at the harbor and that it was not far to the castle. The surroundings also already seemed familiar to you. 

 And it wasn't until you had driven past your old village that you were so truly aware that you were back home. You couldn't hold back the few tears that ran down your cheek. After three years, you were back, even though you thought you would never set foot in the country again. 

Finally, the time had come, and you could see the castle as you stuck your head out of the carriage window. It was still far away on the horizon, but it was clearly visible. With one hand on your now clearly growing belly and one hand in front of your mouth to suppress possible sobs, you hoped that everything would turn out well for you in the end. At least for you and the baby. 

When you finally stood outside the castle and the guards at the gates asked for an invitation, you opened the door to the carriage and pressed into their hands the papers Adela had given you. It said that the Queen of Monaco sent you with the ulterior motive of finding new alliances. And so the gates to the castle opened for you again. 

With shaky legs, you got out of the carriage and asked the driver to take your chest with your valuables out of the carriage first, that someone else would then take care of it. He thanked you when you gave him a few more coins and sent him back on his way to the city. 

In the courtyard, a few people had already gathered and were watching who arrived at the castle. But you didn't know any of the faces. So you thought of going straight in to look for Stiles there. But on the way there, someone you were very happy to see caught your eye. "Alice!" 

Alice stopped at the call of her name, but didn't turn around at first to see who had called out to her. The voice was all too familiar to her, only she didn't dare turn around, thinking it was impossible. "Alice!" 

But when she heard you calling for the second time, she finally turned around and dropped the basket she had been holding. And with a leap, set to running in your direction. As good as you could, you came to meet her and threw your arms around her slender body when she finally reached you. You heard Alice start to sob, holding tightly to your robe that you had put on to hide the pregnancy for now. 

"Oh, Y/N. It's really you," she murmured after quite a while. "It's really you." 

"It's really me," you repeated, holding her an arm's length away from you, "It's so good to see you, Alice." 

"What are you doing here? And where have you been all this time? How did you get into the castle?" she asked without taking a breath, looking around frantically. "What if someone sees you?"

"Alice, take a breath," you smiled and grabbed her hand to pull her behind you. Alice reached out for the abandoned basket on the way and followed you across the backyard to the garden, where you sat down by the fountain. "Are you all right?" you asked her first thing, straightening her apron, which was almost coming loose from her dress as the loop became loose. "How have you been the last few years?" 

"Not much has changed with me. Helena's gone. She met someone who works a few villages away, and she left the castle when she moved in with him. Since then, I've been here alone at the castle still with the others from the kitchen, you know," she replied, nodding her head towards the kitchen. "But I don't want to talk so much about myself. As I said, not much has changed. But I want to know everything about you. What the hell are you wearing?" she asked, pulling at the robe you were wearing, opening it in the front. And when she saw what you were hiding underneath, she held her breath and looked at you in shock. 

"I was in Monaco at the castle, and I was by the side of Adela, the princess there. And yes, by the side means one of the three ladies of her court," you nodded and began your narrative. Starting with the letter Noah had captured for you and how Stiles had visited you over half a year ago. "Adela advised me to return and tell Stiles. He deserves to know about his child, after all." 

"I can't believe any of this," Alice said, shaking her head. "Everyone had said you'd probably be working far away in a hull somewhere, if Claudia hadn't foreseen worse things for you. If only we'd known you were all right after all, we wouldn't have worried so much." 

"I had tried to write to you, but my letters never reached you all. After that, I had given it up and resigned myself to the fact that my old life was untouchable for me," you replied. "But I couldn't believe it any more than you could. And then one day Stiles stood before me, pretending to be Stephan." 

"Stiles had told the castle he had been to Saint Lucia to visit Caroline's family. He was going there to look for a new wife. And all the time he was with you in Monaco," she murmured. She still couldn't believe how lucky you had been. 

"He tried to persuade me to come back, but I was just too scared, I think. But now I know I had made a mistake. Actually, I shouldn't have slept with him at all, and I managed to prevent it all the time, except for the last night before he left. That's why I have to go looking for him now." 

“As far as I know, they are in the Cabinet Room. I guess they have something to talk about. At least that's what we overheard at noon today when we were preparing lunch," Alice replied. "Oh no, I think I know what they have to talk about." 

"Like what?" 

"I don't think it was really a complete lie from Stiles when he claimed to be traveling to Saint Lucia. After all, he had only announced he was going to marry Caroline's little sister as soon as she reaches the age now to keep the alliances going. I'm sure they'll discuss it there." 

"When was this announced?" you asked in shock, hardly able to believe what Alice had just told you.

"Just a few weeks ago. Right after, he came back from the trip. Caroline's sister's birthday is in a few months, and she'll be ready to enter into the act of marriage, Y/N!" 

You nodded and stood up from the bench before closing the robe back in front of your stomach and crossing your arms over it. "Okay then, I better hurry up and actually go see him now. I'll come back by your place later, no matter what, okay?" 

"Aren't you afraid of Claudia?" 

"Not anymore," you shook your head and looked toward the castle. "I have someone who is very supportive of me through all of this. And if things go wrong, I have plenty of options. I'm more afraid of how Stiles will react after I let him travel back alone." 

"Okay, you know where to find me," Alice said before standing up and giving you another tight hug. "I can't wait to tell the others you're back." 

You smiled at her as you broke away from her and sent her on her way back to the kitchen. Once again you took a deep breath before making your way to the castle. Your legs trembled as you thought about Stiles getting married again soon. 

You held the letters from Adela and her mother tightly in your hands as you walked through the old familiar corridors of the castle, making your way to the Cabinet rooms. Cabinet rooms were made for spending time away from aides and guards, mostly to discuss secret things that really shouldn't concern anyone. And so this was actually the perfect room to tell Stiles that you were pregnant.

Your heart beat faster and faster as you got closer to the room and when you finally stood in front of the doors, you pushed the papers into the guards' hands. One of them briefly read through what was written on it and took one look at you from head to toe. You weren't sure if he recognized you or if he was just surprised that a woman was sent to make alliances. Eventually, he opened the door for you and stepped aside, so you could pass them. 

Before heads turned towards the door, you could already see him standing there. Next to the large wooden table, he stood with his crown on next to his mother and the Lord Chancellor, who was already standing by Noah's side. He was the first to see you standing under the door, as he was standing at the table turned directly to you. Shocked, he looked you in the eye before nudging Claudia's arm. And before she could turn to the door, you already entered. Stiles was the next to see you, and he too looked at you in shock. More with joy, though, instead of shock. He could hardly believe that you were standing there in front of him. 

"Guards!" was the first thing you heard Claudia yell when she finally spotted you. "Arrest her and throw her into the dungeons! And, yes, fasten the shackles tightly on her!" 

"Stop!" you interjected, raising your hand up with the papers. "Before you do anything, you have to know that I am with child. And I am sure that you wouldn't want to be responsible for starving the mother of your future grandchild to death. Also, I think that this here, could be really beneficial for you." 

"With child?" you heard Stiles mutter as his mother walked up to you and tore off your robe to expose your belly. 

"It can't be. You're telling tall tales," she said, looking at her son.

Stiles ignored his mother and walked around the table to approach you. He put his hands on your stomach and looked you in the eye while saying, "Is it true?" 

You nodded and smiled at him. All the fear you had about meeting him and telling him the news were gone when you saw the look on his face. He wasn't angry at all, his features didn't show any hatred or anything like that. "They say there's a very good chance it will be a boy." 

"Listen to her Stiles! She's trying to foist a child on you that can never be yours!" 

"Mother, that's enough!" finally snapped Stiles at his mother, turning to her. He stood in front of you to protect you and show you that he would be there for you. "I know for a fact that it's my child. After all, I was also the one who visited her in Monaco and put the baby in her. I have never been to Saint Lucia. I had Louis the Envoy handle all that." 

"Stiles! How could you?!" 

"How could I? How could you send her away then? After all, Father was so helpful and turned everything around, so she could get to a much better place and live at the castle again without you having your fingers in the pie. Who knows how she would have fared in Morea!" Stiles defended himself and warned his mother by gesticulating wildly. 

 "I've been wondering all along why I haven't heard about her. My contacts in Morea didn't tell me she had never arrived there. Tell me, Missy, what have you been up to that you can wear such a beautiful dress?" 

"Don't talk to her like that," Stiles warned his mother, taking a step toward her. 

You, however, put a hand on Stiles' shoulder and pushed him a little to the side, so you could walk past him to stand right in front of Claudia. "What I have done is to stand by the Princess of Monaco, to be a friend to her and to help her through difficult times, but also to laugh and celebrate together with her. All this I owe to a good person who has a much bigger heart than you can ever have. What I have done is just be myself, and thus I have managed to be one of Adela II of Monaco's best friends. And that's exactly why I have this with me." 

You handed Stiles the papers Adela had given you and gave him a quick nod to assure him that it was good news. Stiles took them from you and removed the band that held the papers together, spreading everything out on the table in front of him. Chancellor Manro took one of the papers and also looked at what was written on them. Claudia just stood there and watched the whole event. She didn't like this happening at all. 

Stiles skimmed the papers and couldn't believe his eyes at what he had in front of him, neither could Chancellor Manro. "This is incredible. That would be worth so much more than anything else." 

"What's going on here?" asked Claudia finally, squeezing in next to Stiles to skim the documents as well. 

Meanwhile, you took Stiles' arm and pulled him aside a bit, so you could ask him something undisturbed. Stiles took your hand and accompanied you to the other side of the room and opened a door that led to another room where you could be completely undisturbed. He closed the door behind him and looked you up and down again. "I thought I was really never going to see you again this time, Y/N."

"I was also convinced not to come, but the situation did not make it easy for me to stay in Monaco," you answered. 

Stiles walked back to you and put a hand on your belly again, because he still couldn't believe that you were pregnant with his child. He also had no doubt that it was his child. He didn't insinuate that you were possibly trying to foist it on him, no way. "I'm grateful to you for coming here and letting me be a part of this." 

"I don't want this child to grow up without a father, Stiles. I know how hard it was growing up without a mother and I don't want our child to have to go through that," you confessed to him, placing your hand on his that still lingered on your stomach. "Is it true? Is it true that you're going to marry Caroline's sister?" 

"Yes," Stiles murmured, looking down at the floor. He was silent after that, not daring to look at you. Even though the news, hit you hard again, you had expected it and somehow also resigned yourself to the fact that you just weren't made for each other. That's why you didn't come back with him and continued to go your own way. Maybe you could live with the fact that you were not the woman at his side. Why your view had changed so much was what was growing in your gut right now. 

"Marry me." 

Stiles lifted his head as he made the statement and looked you in the eye to see your reaction. But you just looked at him with wide eyes and had your mouth open a little. You had to process what words had come out of his mouth first, because you had never expected those two words. "What?" 

"Let's get married, already tomorrow. The priest can leave right away tomorrow morning, and then we can be married by the evening. We can-" 

"Is that what you really want?" 

"That's all I've ever wanted, Y/N. Only I thought it would never be possible. But now I'm the king, no one can tell me what I can and can't do, not mother or anyone else. If I want to marry you, I will. I don't care what anyone else thinks or says. All that matters is that we want this, that you want this... Do you even want this, Y/N?" asked Stiles, taking your hands in his. "Do you want to marry me?" 

Although you had to process what Stiles had just said, you nodded quickly and felt the smile spread across your face. "Yes. Yes!" 

Stiles smiled back and wrapped his arms around your body. You hugged him tightly and buried your face in his shoulder, where you first took a deep breath to understand what had just happened. The whole trip back home, where you were shaking so much because you didn't know how everything would turn out for you, had paid off. You would leave that room with so much more than you could ever dream of. 

"I can't believe I'm really going to have you with me forever now," Stiles whispered, kissing your temple while still holding you close. 

"And what are we going to do about your mother? She'll never accept this," you asked him as you broke away from him again. Stiles put his hands on your cheeks and held your face like that, so you could just look at him and not have the chance to look away. 

"Let me worry about that. You just saw Manro's reaction. I'm going to use that to convince him that this is the only right idea. The papers you brought from Adela are worth a lot. An alliance with Monaco, which also has France behind it, is strong. So we would have one of the biggest countries in the Middle East on our side. This alliance would strengthen us much more than one with Saint Lucia. Mother will just not know that there is a wedding tomorrow. I will send her to the city with the belief of organizing something for the wedding with Caroline's sister. And by the time she gets back, it will be almost too late," Stiles replied, nodding several times as he told you so. 

"Okay," you mumbled, taking one of his hands in yours to squeeze it tightly twice. Stiles laughed briefly when he noticed you mimicking his typical gesture and squeezed tightly twice as well. "It's going to be okay." 

"Everything will be fine," he repeated, looking toward the door. "I think someone outside will be happy to see you, too." 

"What do you mean?"

"Your father. He is still working here at the castle. After mother kicked him out as well, the first thing I did was bring him back. So I did with your sister, she takes care of the farm horses with the others," Stiles replied. 

"You did that?" 

"Of course. Your family wasn't doing too well when you had to leave, and so I didn't want them to have to work in the village for little pay, so I brought them both here and made sure they were doing as well as possible." 

You shook your head, unable to believe what a kind person Stiles is. Even though you were miles away, and he didn't even know where you were, he was making sure your family was okay. You couldn't hold back anymore and walked up to Stiles again and finally kissed him. Stiles smiled into the kiss before deepening it and hugging you tightly to him. "The secrecy is over now, Y/N." 

You broke away from him and stroked his cheek once before walking back to the door and opening it. Claudia was still standing there with Chancellor Manro, arguing with him loudly, though you ignored that and just walked past them, Claudia calling out to you several times. You heard Stiles say something to her as you walked past the guards outside, but not before Stiles made sure of something else. "Y/N has the right to walk anywhere in the castle and go inside where ever she wants to, do you understand, guards?" 

It was as if you had never left the castle. You knew the paths here at the castle by heart and always knew exactly where to go to get to your destination. However, it took a while until you could spot your father. After all, it was already late, and he could have been on his way home, but when you made a detour into the castle garden, you saw him sitting on a bench while eating a sandwich, and fortunately he was not alone. Because next to your father sat your sister, who was eating the bread together with him. 

A smile spread across your face as you saw the two of them sitting there so happily together. Both of them had probably had a great day here at the castle and were now sharing their stories with each other, it looked like. So you walked closer to them and saw your sister raise her head when she saw someone coming in her field of vision. Her facial expression changed so rapidly that tears could only well up in your eyes, and you could see her slap your father on the arm with one hand so that he, too, would look in your direction. He raised his head and dropped his bread in fright. You came closer and closer to the two, but before you could take the last steps towards them, your father stood up and ran to you. He was so euphoric that he couldn't get a word out, so he wrapped you in his arms, where you could only hear his sobs, and shortly afterwards you felt another pair of arms wrap around your body. 

"Y/N," you heard your sister whimper as you too took her tightly in your arms. Tears ran down your cheeks, so you couldn't get a single word out and just held them both tightly in your arms. 

"I thought I would never see you again," your father said after he finally managed to pull himself together. 

"Believe me, that's what I said," you confessed, breaking away from their embrace. 

Your sister immediately knew what was going on and opened your robe to see your belly, and although she could guess it, she gasped out loud once. Your father followed her gaze and could clearly see that you were pregnant. He smiled at you and stroked your cheek with his hand. He was so happy to see you, especially to see that you were doing so well. All the while he could only hope that his request back then with Noah could do some good, but seeing you standing there in front of him like that, he knew Noah had done everything he could to make sure you would be okay. 

"That reminds me, Father. Will you walk me down the aisle?" 

"Y/N, what?" stammered your father, not understanding what was going on. "Is the child's father somewhere here? Did you two travel here?" 

"I've always been here," you heard Stiles, who had been watching the whole thing from a distance. The three of you turned and watched Stiles approach you until he stopped beside you. Your father and sister greeted him appropriately, though they still didn't understand what was going on. 

"I don't really understand," your sister mumbled as she looked back and forth between you and Stiles.

"There's a lot to talk about," Stiles answered for you, taking your hand in his. "But why don't we go inside together? It'll be dark soon, and then it'll get nippy out here pretty quick, too." 

"Okay," your father replied before grabbing his bag. Your sister was still very shocked and confused and just followed you two while you put your free arm around her shoulders and hugged her tightly to you as you walked into the castle together. 

"I still can't believe you're about to marry Stiles," Alice said as she helped you with the final details. 

"I even less so. I really expected anything yesterday morning, but not this. There was no way I was thinking of standing here now, waiting for the moment that I could become Stiles' wife.... Do you know how often I used to wish for that even though I knew it would never be a reality? I used to lie in bed at night and imagine what it would be like to live here at the castle as Stiles' wife." 

"And now it's just reality," Alice finished the sentence just before there was a knock at the door. 

The guards opened the door and let your father in, who for the first time in his life was not wearing his work clothes here at the castle, but had been freshened up by Stiles himself and given his own clothes. 

"You look fantastic, Y/N," was all your father brought out as he looked at you. You smiled at him and took one last look at yourself in the mirror before Alice asked you to bend over, so she could put the hair ornament on you. 

"Thank you," you replied, giving her another tight hug before leaving the room with your father to go to the great hall. "And before I forget...this room is yours from now on." 

"What?" asked Alice in shock, looking at you with wide eyes. "You mean... does that mean... I get to live here at the castle now?" 

"Of course," you replied, looking around the room. "You more than deserve it, Alice." 

Alice smiled at you and jumped into your arms one last time. "Now go out there and show them that a princess or queen doesn't always have to marry a king! Show them what kind of woman you are!" 

So with your torso erect and a proud grin on your lips, you walked up to your father and hooked your arm around his. And no matter how many times that thought crossed your mind last night, you couldn't stop thinking about it. If even one person had told you five years ago that you would one day marry Stiles, you would have laughed coldly at that person and asked them if they were okay, even though it had always been your greatest wish at the time. 

Your father sensed that you were deep in thought and decided to walk with you towards the hall in a comfortable silence. For him, too, it was all so sudden, without warning, and now he suddenly had the opportunity to live at the castle where he had always worked almost all his life. Nevertheless, he had decided to move with your sister to the house on the hill, which was still on the grounds of the castle, but he could have his peace there. 

Your life had improved a bit more than three years ago, but now the leap from lady-in-waiting to wife of the king and thus to become queen was a much bigger leap. One that you first had to get used to. Stiles assured you last night that he would teach you everything little by little over time, but that you should concentrate completely on the pregnancy for the time being. After all, he didn't want to catch you off guard and over stress you, either. After all, that wouldn't wear well on the baby. 

So now you were standing just outside the great hall, where you could already hear the music and knew that it would only be one or two more steps until you could see Stiles. You were more excited than afraid. You didn't care what the others could possibly think, as long as you kept your eyes firmly on Stiles, everything would be fine. 

"Ready?" your father asked you, hearing you take one deep breath. 

"Ready for a better life, Father," you replied, smiling at him once more before you walked through the large gates and your eyes met Stiles'. 

Stiles' smile was unmistakable, he was beaming from ear to ear, because finally the woman he had always wanted to marry was standing in front of him in an unbelievably beautiful white dress, making her way to become his wife. 

And so it happened that once a simple kitchen maid married her great love, the king of one of the greatest countries.

The End

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