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     Her freshman year at Hawkins, Cherry is a cheerleader. In her sophomore year, after getting dragged to the Upside Down a second time, she quits. It's too hard to pretend to be normal. School being school and teenagers being teenagers, it doesn't take long for the truth to be obfuscatedânot that Cherry ever admitted the truth to anyone in the first place. Rumors spiral that she was kicked from the squad because of a supposed predilection that deviated from the norm. They heard she was leering at the other girls and making them uncomfortable. It makes even gym class hard for Cherry to get through. The worst part is that they're not exactly wrong; she is attracted to girls, but boys too.
What saves Cherry's reputation from careening off a cliff is her ability to throw a good party. Her family has money, a large house, and her parents are often away for one reason or another. It's easy for her to transform her home into the place to be. It doesn't hurt that she's easy enough on the eyes, and easy in other ways as well. That comes with its own set of rumors, but those are much more easily dispelled. Even if, just under the surface, in one way or another, it's obvious that Cherry is some kind of freak, she's able to maintain just enough aspirational qualities to allow her status among the more popular crowds. She needs it more than she knows. If she were truly alone, she might as well be trapped in the Upside Down all over again.
#CHERRY â x. candy from a stranger.#little ST cherry thoughts that were rattling around my head#i'm not sure if i've articulated this formally before#the art room is her kingdom and#if left to her own devices#she WILL put a chair on top of a desk and sit on it like a throne
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HOLY SHIT SHE HAS ACTUAL CLOTHES NOW!!!
#Seafoam Cookie#my character(s)#my art#crk oc#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#also her room is basically rookie cookie's as well they share one lmao
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so where do I go in the process, when Iâm just an apparatus?
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@tiredandlonelymuse
#Iâve been redrawing these every couple years every time h is about to put out an album#itâs so fun to see my own progress alongside herâs :#like everybody shut up I will cry#im so proud of them#halsey#room 93#badlands#halsey hopeless fountain kingdom#halsey manic#if i can't have love i want power#the great impersonator#halsey fanart#art#fanart
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Beside Myself With Worry
#mario and luigi#partners in time#princess peach#shroobs#art#From the one scene where Mario and the gang found Peach nervously and elegantly pacing back and forth on the Shroob cameras#Canât imagine all the stress and worry Peach is under#Like imagine being stuck in the throne room#At least she gets to sit in Princess Shroobâs throne#But do the Shroobs feed her or let her go to the restroom?#Or do they not know those functions#fridge horror#what would the Shroobs have done with Peach if nobody rescued her?#Plus there was nobody she could turn to for help#Her entire kingdom was taken over#Her citizens are being harvested for Vim#The Shroobs leave nothing untouched#The Koopa Kingdom canât keep fighting forever#Peach might be the only Earthling left#psychological horror#look at the eyes of Princess Shroobâs throne#You wonât like what you see
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prince charming's mismatch
pairing: prince!heeseung x princess!reader
synopsis: you and prince heeseung have been rivals for as long as you can remember. what began as childhood clashes has grown into a deep-seated animosity over the years. but when your sister runs away on her wedding day, you're forced to take her place and marry heeseungâthe last person you ever wanted to call your husband.
now bound in an unwanted marriage, youâre faced with navigating the tension between your unresolved hatred and an unexpected attraction. as palace intrigue and looming threats surround you both, you must confront the truth of your feelings. will the bitterness between you tear you apart, or will it ignite something far more powerful?
genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, arranged marriage au
warnings: highly suggestive content!!! kissing, hee and reader are mean at first, insecurities, jealous!hee
note: i've been meaning to write this plot for an year now, im happy with how it turned out! e2l with hee is always soo fun to write. enjoyy
word count: 11.5k
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if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3
the first time you met prince heeseung, it was at a grand summer garden party hosted by your parents in the palaceâs sprawling grounds. you were barely six years old, and he wasnât much older, yet even then, the air between you crackled with something akin to competition. your governess had dressed you in your finest lace frock, with your hair tied in perfect ribbons, but none of that mattered. you were too busy building a grand sandcastle near the fountain, your little fingers carefully patting the turrets into shape.
that was when heeseung appeared, his shadow falling over your castle like a storm cloud. he crouched beside you without so much as a polite greeting, his royal title apparently excusing his lack of manners. his eyes, sharp for a child, surveyed your handiwork critically.
âthatâs not right,â he declared, reaching out to touch one of your towers. âthe walls need to be thicker, or itâll fall.â
you frowned, already bristling at the unsolicited advice. âitâs my castle. i know what iâm doing.â
he smirked, a small, superior thing that made your blood simmer even at that tender age. without asking, he began "fixing" it, his hands too rough as he demolished what you had so carefully crafted.
âstop!â you cried, shoving him back with all the strength your little body could muster. heeseung stumbled, landing awkwardly on the grass, but instead of being chastened, he merely laughed.
âsee?â he said, gesturing at the collapsed sandcastle. âi told you it would fall.â
tears of frustration welled in your eyes as you glared at him. âyou ruined it! i didnât ask for your help!â
heeseung stood, dusting off his fine clothes, a boyish smirk still plastered on his face. âyou should thank me. i was doing you a favour.â
from that day forward, any time your families met, it was as if an unspoken rule had been establishedâwhenever you were in the same room, you and heeseung would find something to argue about. it didnât matter if it was who deserved the biggest slice of cake or who could recite their latin conjugations faster; the two of you were constantly at odds.
as the years passed, your mutual disdain only deepened. by the time you were ten, heeseung had already earned a reputation as the golden boy of his kingdom, a future king who excelled in everything he touched. your own accomplishments were always impressiveâyour parents had ensured you were well-versed in languages, history, and the fine artsâbut whenever heeseung was around, it felt as though all your achievements paled in comparison.
âdid you hear?â one of your tutors asked one morning as you sat in the drawing room, diligently practising your embroidery. âprince heeseung has been awarded top marks in his studies again. heâs to receive a commendation from the royal academy.â
you didnât look up, but your needle paused for the briefest of moments. âhow wonderful for him,â you muttered, the words heavy with sarcasm.
that evening, at another royal banquet, you couldnât help but bring up your own accomplishments, eager for even a crumb of recognition.
âiâve been practising my archery,â you said proudly to the gathered guests, though your eyes couldnât help but flick toward heeseung, who lounged nearby, looking as regal and aloof as ever. âi managed to hit the bullseye several times this week.â
heeseung glanced up lazily, catching your eye with that familiar, insufferable smirk. âimpressive,â he said in a bored tone, âthough archery isnât quite the same as, say, fencing. that requires real skill.â
your fists clenched under the table, your pride wounded by his casual dismissal. but this was the way it always went. no matter what you did, heeseung always found a way to make it seem insignificant, as though he were the sun and you were merely a star dimmed by his brilliance.
by the time you were both teenagers, the animosity between you had grown more complicated, though no less intense. you found yourselves at the same royal gatherings, balls, and court functions, and each time, it was as if the entire room held its breath, waiting to see what you and heeseung would clash over next.
at one particularly grand ball, you had been feeling proud of your debut. you wore a gown of the finest silk, and youâd received more than a few admiring glances from the eligible noblemen in attendance. you were certain this was your night to shineâuntil heeseung approached.
âyou look well enough,â he said, his voice smooth but with an edge that set your teeth on edge. âthough i hope you donât trip during the quadrille like last time.â
your cheeks flushed, remembering all too well the minor misstep youâd taken at a previous ball. âi wonât,â you snapped, glaring at him. âand even if i did, itâs better than fencing yourself into a corner like you did at the tournament last month.â
his smile faltered for just a second, but that was enough to make you feel victorious.
yet, despite the constant barbs, there was something else simmering beneath the surface nowâa tension you refused to name. you hated the way your heart raced whenever heeseung was near, the way his presence seemed to fill every corner of a room. and, though youâd never admit it, you hated even more that part of you missed the old days when your squabbles were simple, childish things.
it all changed the day your sisterâs engagement to heeseung was announced. the prince who had been your lifelong nemesis was now to become your sisterâs husband, the future king of your kingdom. it was a match made for political alliance, but it felt like a betrayal. you had expected more from himâwell, not more kindness, but certainly more rebellion. yet, heeseung accepted the engagement with the same cool composure he did everything else.
for the first time in years, he stopped seeking you out, stopped picking those fights you had come to expect. he no longer bothered with sharp remarks or smug smiles. instead, he kept his distance, as though you were beneath his notice.
you told yourself it didnât matter. after all, what did you care if heeseung ignored you now? he was going to be your brother-in-law, and that was enough reason to keep things civil. and yet, a strange, hollow feeling settled in your chest whenever you saw him and your sister together. he was colder now, more mature, but somehow more distant than ever.
little did you know, your rivalry with prince heeseung was far from over. if anything, it was only just beginning.
the night your world fell apart, it started with a simple knock on your chamber door. the palace had been abuzz with preparationsâflorists arranging garlands, tailors hemming gowns, and courtiers whispering about the grand union that would strengthen two kingdoms. you had spent the evening rehearsing your duties as maid of honour, biting back any remnants of bitterness that still clung to your feelings about the match. it didnât matter that you had spent your entire life despising heeseung; your sister loved him, or at least, she was supposed to.
you were preparing to retire, brushing your hair by the dim glow of candlelight, when your sister slipped into the room, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. youâd never seen her look so frantic. your heart sank before she even said a word.
âiâm not going to marry him,â she whispered, wringing her hands in the folds of her silk nightgown. her voice trembled, but it was steady enough for you to know she wasnât joking.
your heart lurched. âwhat are you talking about? the wedding is tomorrow!â
her wide eyes darted to the door as if she feared someone might overhear. she leaned in closer, gripping your wrist with trembling fingers. âi canât marry heeseung,â she said urgently. âi donât love him. iâm leaving tonight.â
the words hit you like a physical blow. âyouâre what?â
âiâm eloping,â she said, her voice firmer now, as if saying it out loud gave her courage. âwith lucien.â
lucien. you barely knew the man, a minor noble from another court, but he had charmed your sister quickly. he was handsome and witty, but far beneath her station. you stared at her, disbelief mixing with fury.
âlucien? are you mad? you canât just abandon your duty forââ
âfor love?â she interrupted, her voice rising in defiance. âyes, i can. i wonât be trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who cares nothing for me.â
you swallowed hard, your mind racing. heeseung, distant and cold as he had been with you, had shown no signs of affection for your sister either, but this was bigger than personal feelings. the marriage was political, a union meant to secure alliances, peace, and power. your sister fleeing would bring nothing but chaos.
âyouâll ruin everything,â you whispered, your voice thick with the weight of the consequences. âour families, the kingdomsâthis is bigger than you.â
her eyes softened with a mix of guilt and determination. âi know. but i canât live my life for duty, not like this.â she stood, gathering a small satchel you hadnât noticed before, already packed and ready for her escape.
âyou wonât stop me, will you?â she asked, her gaze pleading.
you wanted to scream, to shake her out of this madness, but your throat tightened. she was your sister. you loved her. and you knew, deep down, that nothing you said would change her mind.
âi should,â you said, your voice quiet, brittle. âbut no. i wonât.â
your sister smiled, a fragile, relieved thing, before pulling you into a tight embrace. the hug felt final, like the end of something neither of you could come back from. when she finally let go, you stood frozen in the middle of her room as she slipped out the window and into the night, her footsteps fading into the shadows.
the palace remained blissfully unaware of the catastrophe until morning, when your motherâs scream shattered the early dawn peace.
the palace was in chaos the next morning. servants rushed through the halls, panic etched on their faces as whispers spread like wildfireâthe bride had run away. you stayed in your chambers as long as possible, trying to gather your thoughts, your emotions, trying to prepare for the inevitable fallout.
when the summons came from your father, it felt like a death knell. the walk to the throne room felt endless, each step heavier than the last. the moment you stepped through the grand doors, you saw heeseung standing beside your parents. his face was a mask of icy calm, but his eyesâŚhis eyes were darker than youâd ever seen them, cold and unforgiving.
he didnât even glance at you as your father spoke.
âyour sister has disgraced this family,â your fatherâs voice boomed, his tone laced with anger and disappointment. âbut the marriage cannot be abandoned. the alliance with heeseungâs kingdom is too important.â
you stood still, your stomach churning as you braced for what was coming.
âtherefore,â your father continued, his gaze hard as stone, âyou will take her place.â
for a moment, the words didnât register. you couldnât breathe, couldnât think. you? marry heeseung? no, it wasnât possible. you had spent your entire life in a silent war with him. the idea of marrying the man who had been your nemesis since childhood was unthinkable.
your motherâs voice, soft but firm, broke the silence. âthe arrangements have already been made. the wedding will proceed as planned. you will become heeseungâs bride.â
âno.â the word slipped from your lips before you could stop it, your heart racing. âi canât.â
your fatherâs eyes narrowed, and your motherâs expression hardened with disappointment. âyou will do your duty,â your father said coldly. âthis is not up for discussion.â
duty. it always came down to that. your entire life, you had been prepared for moments like this, but not this moment. not like this.
finally, you turned to heeseung, desperate for any sign of protest, for him to say somethingâanythingâthat would stop this madness. but he was silent. his face remained expressionless, as though none of this affected him. he looked at you as if you were just a piece of the puzzle, another part of the kingdomâs grand design.
âis that all i am to you?â you asked, your voice shaking. âjust a replacement? a stand-in for the bride who ran away?â
for the first time, heeseungâs gaze met yours, and for a brief moment, something flickered in his eyesâsomething unreadable, buried deep beneath the coldness. but his words cut through you like ice.
âyouâre a princess,â he said, his voice quiet but sharp. âyour role is to serve your kingdom. thatâs all that matters.â
a bitter laugh escaped your throat. âyouâve hated me for years, heeseung. and now you expect me to justâwhat? pretend none of that matters?â
his jaw tightened, but he didnât respond. instead, he turned away, his indifference stinging more than any of the insults you had traded over the years.
your father spoke again, his tone final. âthe marriage will happen. prepare yourself.â
the grand hall was suffused with the glow of flickering candles and soft sunlight filtering through stained glass windows. the scent of fresh rosesâyour sisterâs favourite, not yoursâhung heavily in the air, mocking the gravity of the moment. you stood at the entrance of the hall, your hands clenched so tightly around the bouquet that your knuckles were white. the murmurs of the courtiers echoed around you, a constant hum of speculation and judgement. no matter how well you carried yourself today, the whispers wouldnât stop.
the switch of the bride was the scandal of the century, and you were at the centre of it.
ahead of you, heeseung stood tall, his face as unreadable as stone. the same detachment was in his eyes, his expression cool and composed as if this marriage was merely another political manoeuvre for him, another step toward the throne. he didnât look at you with warmth, or even a hint of care. to him, you werenât his wifeâyou were the replacement for the woman who had run away.
you walked down the aisle, every step heavier than the last, the reality of your situation crushing you. heeseungâs gaze was steady as you approached, but it wasnât the gaze of a man looking at his bride. it was a look of cold calculation, a man who had resigned himself to duty.
when you finally reached him, your heart thudding loudly in your chest, you barely registered the priest's words. the vowsâsacred, bindingâfelt hollow, like a cruel twist of fate. how could you stand here, repeating the words meant for your sister? they weren't meant for you. you were never supposed to be the bride.
heeseung took your hand, and the warmth of his skin was a sharp contrast to the chill that ran down your spine. his grip was firm, not gentle, but not cruel eitherâjust dutiful. he spoke his vows with a steady voice, each word sounding rehearsed, as though they meant nothing to him beyond their formality.
and then it was your turn. you hesitated, the weight of the kingdom on your shoulders, your pulse quickening. your voice trembled slightly as you repeated the vows, feeling the eyes of everyone in the hall on youâexpecting you to fulfil your role, to be the perfect princess. you could barely choke out the words, but somehow, you managed. and with every word, you felt the invisible chains of your new life tightening around you.
when the priest finally pronounced you husband and wife, heeseungâs lips brushed yours in the briefest of kissesâso cold and devoid of feeling that it felt more like a business transaction than the union of two people. the cheers of the court erupted around you, but in that moment, the applause sounded like the closing of a cage. you were trapped, bound to him, to this life.
as you turned to leave the altar, heeseung offered his arm, the tension between you palpable. his eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, but there was no warmth there. just that cold, resigned look you had grown accustomed to. you were both playing your roles, just as you had been trained to do your whole lives.
but this wasnât a game. this was your future, and it felt like a noose tightening around your neck.
the wedding feast had been a blurâa cacophony of forced smiles, hollow congratulations, and polite toasts that masked the underlying tension. you had barely spoken a word to heeseung throughout the entire affair. he hadnât made any attempt to speak to you either, remaining as distant and composed as ever.
now, as you stood alone in the chambers that were to be yours and heeseungâs, the reality of your new life settled heavily on your chest. the palace chambers were far too quiet, the air thick with the tension that had been building between you and heeseung for years. as you stood in the centre of the room, staring at the enormous bed draped in rich fabrics, it felt like the walls were closing in. the room was elegantly decoratedâornate tapestries hung on the walls, and the grand four-poster bed was fit for a queen. but none of it mattered. the splendour felt like a mockery of the situation you found yourself in. tonight, this room was not a sanctuary but a gilded cage.
your breath caught in your throat as the door creaked open. heeseung entered, his presence commanding even in the subdued candlelight. the tension between you was palpable, stretching like a thin, fragile thread that could snap at any moment. his gaze flicked toward you briefly, but he didnât speak, and the silence that followed was suffocating.
heeseung moved with practised grace, his movements calm and deliberate. he began undoing the buttons on his ceremonial jacket, the fine fabric sliding off his shoulders and landing in a careless heap on the chair by the vanity. you stood frozen, unsure of what to say, what to do. this wasnât how you had imagined a wedding night would feelâthough you had never dreamed this night would be with heeseung, of all people.
his back was to you now, his broad shoulders tense, though he did nothing to betray any emotion. you could feel the distance between you both, even though he was just across the room. heeseung had always been composed, guarded, but tonight, his coldness cut even deeper than usual.
he finally broke the silence, his voice low but steady. âitâs late. you should rest.â there was no affection in his tone, just the same sense of duty that had hung over the entire day. you werenât his bride by choice, and he wasnât your husband by desire.
you bit back a bitter laugh. rest? as if you could simply close your eyes and pretend this was normal. pretend that this marriage was something other than a trap. âis that it, then?â you asked, your voice sharper than intended. âwe go to bed and pretend everything is fine?â
heeseung turned to face you, his expression as unreadable as ever. he didnât answer right away, as if weighing his response carefully. âwhat do you want me to say?â his tone was measured, but there was an edge to it, a hint of frustration that matched your own.
âi donât know,â you admitted, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. âthis wasnât supposed to happen. i wasnât supposed to marry you.â
something flickered in heeseungâs eyes, though it disappeared as quickly as it came. he regarded you for a moment, his gaze unreadable, before he spoke again. âdo you think i wanted this?â his words were quiet but laced with a bitterness that surprised you. âi didnât ask for this any more than you did.â
you swallowed, feeling a lump rise in your throat. you hadnât expected this admission from him, hadnât expected him to show any vulnerability. âthen what are we supposed to do?â your voice was softer now, the anger ebbing away, replaced by uncertainty. âhow are we supposed to live like this?â
heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair, a rare moment of frustration breaking through his calm facade. âwe do whatâs expected of us,â he said, though there was a heaviness to his words, as if he was trying to convince himself as much as you. âwe fulfill our duties. thatâs all we can do.â
âduties.â the word tasted bitter on your tongue. it had always come down to that, hadnât it? duty to the crown, to the kingdom, to your family. and now, duty to heeseung.
the silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable. heeseung turned away, moving toward the window where the heavy drapes framed the view of the darkened palace gardens. his silhouette was stark against the faint glow of moonlight, his posture stiff, almost defensive.
after a long moment, he spoke again, his voice softer this time. âiâll sleep over there.â he gestured to the chaise near the window, a fine piece of furniture that now seemed woefully out of place in this awkward, tension-filled room. âyou can have the bed.â
you blinked, surprised by his offer. it was the last thing you expected from him, but it was a relief nonetheless. âyou donât have toââ
âiâm not doing this for you,â he interrupted, his voice firm, but not unkind. âi just donât want to make this any more difficult than it already is.â
with that, he moved toward the chaise, gathering a pillow and blanket from the wardrobe. his actions were efficient, almost mechanical, as if he had already resigned himself to this fate. he didnât look at you as he arranged the blanket over the chaise.
you stood there, feeling a strange mix of emotionsârelief, awkwardness, and something else, something heavier that you couldnât quite place. this was your wedding night, but it was nothing like you had ever imagined. there was no closeness, no warmthâjust two people bound together by obligation and circumstance.
finally, you moved toward the bed, the thick carpets muffling your steps. the soft fabric of your gown felt heavy as you climbed beneath the covers, though they provided no comfort. you lay there, staring up at the intricate canopy above, your mind racing. this bed, this roomânone of it felt like yours.
heeseung settled on the chaise, his back to you, the distance between you both feeling vast despite the small room. the silence was oppressive, each second dragging on longer than the last. you wondered if he was as uneasy as you were, or if he had already steeled himself to this new reality.
for a long while, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the faint rustling of fabric as you shifted beneath the covers. the weight of the day, of the vows, of your new title, pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe.
finally, you couldnât stand the silence any longer. âheeseung,â you whispered, unsure if you even wanted him to respond.
he didnât turn, but his voice was low and steady when he answered. âwhat?â
you hesitated, searching for the right words. âdo you think... do you think this will ever get easier?â
there was a long pause before he responded, his voice quiet, almost resigned. âi donât know.â
and with that, the conversation ended. heeseung remained silent, his back still turned to you, and you knew there was nothing more to say. you turned onto your side, pulling the blankets tighter around you, though they offered little warmth. the room felt too big, too empty, despite his presence.
eventually, exhaustion crept in, dulling the sharp edges of your thoughts. but even as sleep began to claim you, a cold, sinking feeling settled in your chest. this was your life nowâbound to a man you barely knew, a man who had been your enemy for years, and yet, somehow, your husband.
and as you drifted off into uneasy sleep, the last thought that crossed your mind was how strange it felt to be lying just feet away from heeseung, yet feeling as though he was a world away.
the morning after the wedding dawned cold and gray, mirroring the lingering tension between you and heeseung. you woke up in the large, empty bed, the space next to you untouched, a stark reminder of the distance that had been established on your wedding night. the air in the room felt thick, suffocating, as if the very walls were pressing in on you, reminding you of your new reality.
as you sat up, the unfamiliarity of your surroundings only worsened the tightness in your chest. this was your new life. not just this bed, but this room, this palaceâheeseungâs palaceâand you would share it with a man who barely spoke to you, who looked at you with that same cold distance he had always shown.
you dressed quickly, your movements mechanical, trying not to think too much. the maids moved around you silently, well-trained and efficient, but you could feel their eyes on you. it was impossible to escape the fact that everyone knew. the entire kingdom knew the storyâthe princess who had run away, and her sister forced to take her place. the whispers would never stop.
when you finally made your way downstairs to the grand dining room, heeseung was already seated at the long table, a plate of food in front of him. he didnât look up when you entered, simply continued cutting into his meal with precise, practised movements. you hesitated for a moment, then took your seat across from him.
the silence was unbearable.
you picked at your food, barely tasting it, glancing at heeseung from time to time. his expression was as unreadable as ever, his attention focused on the papers beside his plateâlikely matters of the kingdom that required his attention. he was already immersed in his duties, the weight of his impending kingship pressing down on him just as heavily as your new role as his wife weighed on you.
finally, you couldnât stand it any longer. âdo you plan to ignore me for the rest of our lives?â you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.
heeseung didnât look up immediately, taking his time to finish his bite and set down his utensils with deliberate care. when he finally met your gaze, his expression was cool, detached. âiâm not ignoring you.â
you scoffed, unable to hide your frustration. âyouâve barely spoken to me since the wedding.â
he raised an eyebrow, his tone as calm as ever. âwhat would you like me to say?â
the question took you off guard. you hadnât expected him to be so blunt. you opened your mouth, then closed it again, unsure of how to respond. what did you want him to say? that he regretted everything as much as you did? that he hated this arrangement, too? or perhaps you wanted him to acknowledge the years of bitterness between you, to admit that this marriage was a farce.
instead, you said, âweâre married now, heeseung. we have to live together. we canât keep pretending the other doesnât exist.â
his jaw tightened ever so slightly, but his voice remained calm. âiâm aware of that.â
you waited for him to say more, but he didnât. the silence stretched on once again, thicker than before, suffocating in its awkwardness. you pushed your plate away, no longer interested in eating. âfine,â you muttered under your breath, standing abruptly. âi suppose iâll just get used to it, then.â
you turned to leave, but his voice stopped you. âyou donât have to like this any more than i do, but we have responsibilities now.â
you paused, your back to him, your hands clenched at your sides. âresponsibilities,â you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. it seemed like that was all your life had ever been reduced toâduty, obligation, and responsibilities.
without another word, you left the dining room, the heavy doors closing behind you with a soft thud. you could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on you even more as you walked through the halls of the palace, each step echoing in the vast emptiness. you werenât just trapped in this marriageâyou were trapped in this life.
days passed, and though you and heeseung were forced to share the same space, your interactions remained minimal, stilted. in the mornings, you would find him already at the breakfast table, poring over documents and barely acknowledging your presence. he would spend his days attending council meetings and handling matters of state, leaving you to navigate the palace on your own, feeling more like a guest in your own home than its mistress.
at night, he would retire to the chambers late, often when you were already lying in bed, pretending to sleep. he would quietly take his place on the chaise near the window, far enough away to avoid any awkwardness, but close enough that his presence was a constant reminder of the divide between you.
it was during these nights that the loneliness settled in most heavily. the silence of the room, broken only by the occasional rustling of fabric or the soft crackle of the fireplace, was suffocating. you had grown accustomed to sleeping alone, but now, knowing heeseung was just a few feet away, the distance between you felt almost unbearable. there was an unspoken understanding that neither of you wanted to bridge the gap.
one evening, after yet another day of awkward meals and tense silences, you found yourself in the library, one of the few places in the palace where you felt at peace. the vast room was filled with shelves upon shelves of books, their spines worn and familiar. you had always loved to read, finding solace in the stories and histories of others when your own life felt too overwhelming.
you were seated by the window, the late afternoon sun casting a soft glow over the pages of your book, when the door creaked open. you looked up, surprised to see heeseung standing in the doorway. he paused for a moment, as if uncertain whether to enter or leave, his eyes scanning the room before they settled on you.
âmay i join you?â he asked, his voice unusually soft.
you blinked, caught off guard by his request. this was the first time he had sought you out since the wedding, and the suddenness of it left you momentarily speechless. you nodded, unsure of what else to do. âof course.â
heeseung crossed the room, moving with his usual grace, and took a seat in the armchair opposite you. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet of the library enveloping you both. he seemed content to sit in silence, his gaze wandering to the bookshelves that lined the walls.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. âthis is... one of the quieter rooms.â
you raised an eyebrow, a small, incredulous smile tugging at the corner of your lips. âitâs a library, heeseung. of course itâs quiet.â
to your surprise, he chuckled softly, though it was a dry, humourless sound. âfair enough.â
silence fell again, but this time it wasnât as suffocating. there was something almost... peaceful about it, the weight of your shared presence not as unbearable as it had been before. you watched him out of the corner of your eye, noticing how tired he looked. the weight of his responsibilities was evident in the slight furrow of his brow, the way his shoulders sagged ever so slightly.
after a while, you set your book down on your lap, deciding to break the silence. âit must be difficult,â you said quietly. âtaking on so much.â
heeseung didnât answer right away, his gaze still focused on the shelves, but eventually, he nodded. âit is.â
you hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, softer this time. âyou donât have to carry it all alone, you know.â
he turned to look at you then, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyesâsomething softer than the cold indifference you had grown accustomed to.
âand what would you suggest?â he asked, his voice quiet but not unkind.
âi donât know,â you admitted. âbut weâre in this together, whether we like it or not.â
heeseungâs gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, and then he nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. it wasnât much, but it was the first stepâhowever smallâtoward something more than just forced cohabitation.
the shift in your relationship came faster than you expected. it started with a challengeâa reckless, unspoken dare that neither of you could resist.
it had been a clear, crisp day, the first after several weeks of rain. you were restless, tired of the palace walls and the constant burden of your new role. you had gone to the stables, hoping to take one of the horses out for a ride, needing to feel the wind in your hair and the ground beneath you. but when you arrived, heeseung was already there, adjusting the reins of his own horse.
you paused in the doorway, surprised to see him. âyou ride?â
he glanced up, one eyebrow raised. âyou sound surprised.â
âi am,â you admitted. âiâve never seen you ride before.â
he chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. âthereâs a lot you donât know about me.â
the challenge in his voice was unmistakable, and you couldnât resist rising to it. âcare to prove it?â you asked, moving toward your own horse.
heeseungâs smirk widened. âwhat do you have in mind?â
you mounted your horse swiftly, the thrill of the challenge already coursing through your veins. âa race.â
heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âyou think you can beat me?â
âi know i can,â you shot back, turning your horse toward the open field beyond the stables.
without another word, you spurred your horse into motion, not waiting for his response. behind you, you heard heeseungâs laughter, low and rich, before the sound of hooves thundering against the ground told you he had accepted the challenge.
you raced through the fields, the wind whipping through your hair, the thrill of the chase making your heart race. heeseung was right behind you, and you could feel the tension building, the competitive edge between you sparking like fire. it was like being children again, challenging each other at every turn, pushing each other to the limit.
but this time, it was different. the stakes were higher, the tension thicker, and the way heeseung looked at you when he finally caught up to you sent a shiver down your spine.
when he finally pulled his horse beside yours, you were both breathless, your faces flushed with adrenaline. you glanced over at him, and the look in his eyesâintense, dark, heatedâmade your pulse quicken.
ânot bad,â he said, his voice low, rough around the edges.
you smirked, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding. âyou almost kept up.â
heeseung leaned in just slightly, his gaze locking with yours. âalmost?â he murmured, his voice sending a jolt through you.
you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. the space between you was too close, the air charged with something you werenât quite ready to name. his eyes lingered on your lips for just a moment too long, and you could feel the heat of his presence, the tension that had always existed between you now manifesting in a way that was far more dangerous.
before either of you could say anything, heeseung pulled back, his smirk returning as if nothing had happened. âweâll call it a draw,â he said, though there was a teasing edge to his voice.
you let out a breath you hadnât realised you were holding, shaking your head with a laugh. âyou wish.â
but as you rode back to the palace, the tension between you remained, simmering beneath the surface. it was no longer the resentment of old enemies, but something far more complex, far more dangerous. and for the first time, you found yourself wondering what would happen if that tension ever boiled over.
later that night, the air was thick with the remnants of the dayâs energy. you couldnât sleep, your mind still racing from the ride and the way heeseung had looked at youâhow close he had come, how your heart had nearly betrayed you in that moment of suspended anticipation.
you wandered the halls of the palace aimlessly, your footsteps soft against the marble floors. the palace at night was a different place, quiet and still, the shadows long and heavy. it felt like a place where secrets lingered in every corner, where the walls whispered of things that could never be said aloud.
as you passed by the study, you noticed the faint glow of light beneath the door. curiosity piqued, you pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. heeseung was there, seated at the desk, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. he was reading, his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as he focused on the page in front of him.
you hesitated, but before you could turn away, he looked up, catching sight of you. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words. then, without breaking eye contact, heeseung set the book aside.
âcouldnât sleep?â he asked, his voice low, intimate in the quiet of the room.
you shook your head, stepping into the room. âno. you?â
heeseungâs gaze flicked over you, his eyes lingering on you in a way that made your skin heat under his scrutiny. âiâve been thinking,â he said, his tone soft but laced with that same dangerous tension that had been building all day.
âabout what?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved closer, drawn to him in a way you couldnât quite explain.
heeseungâs eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. âabout you,â he said quietly. âabout us.â
the weight of his words settled in the space between you, thick and intoxicating. about you. about us. it echoed in your mind, stirring something deep within you that you had tried to ignore for far too long. you werenât sure if it was the late hour, the dim candlelight, or the fact that you had been dancing around each other for weeks now, but something inside you snapped.
your breath hitched as you looked at him, his eyes dark and full of something you couldnât quite name. but it was thereâundeniable, pulsing in the space between you. and now that it had been spoken into existence, you couldnât unsee it.
âwhat about us?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. it wasnât just curiosity anymore. it was a challenge.
heeseungâs gaze flicked to your lips, and the tension in the room intensified, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like the air itself might shatter from the pressure. he stood slowly, his movements deliberate, and took a step toward you, closing the already-small distance between you.
âthereâs always been something between us,â he said, his voice low, rough. his eyes never left yours, burning with intensity. âeven when we hated each other.â
your heart was pounding now, so loud you were sure he could hear it. you wanted to deny it, to tell him that he was wrong, that it had always been pure hatred. but that wouldâve been a lie. you knew it as well as he didâwhatever had always been there between you, it had never been simple.
âand what is it now?â you asked, forcing yourself to meet his gaze even though every instinct told you to look away. to run.
heeseung took another step closer, his hand reaching up slowly, as though giving you the chance to pull away. but you didnât. you couldnât. his fingers brushed against your cheek, the touch so light it sent a shiver down your spine. his hand lingered there, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.
âmaybe weâve been fighting the wrong battle,â he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. the warmth of his breath ghosted over your skin, and you felt your pulse quicken.
your throat tightened. every word he said felt like a dangerous line, one that you were teetering on the edge of crossing. the tension between you had always been a fireâburning too hot, too fast. and now, it felt like it was about to consume you both.
heeseungâs thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and your breath caught in your throat. his touch was tentative, as though he wasnât quite sure if this was real or if you would pull away at any moment.
but you didnât.
instead, you took a step closer, closing the gap completely. the air between you was charged, thick with unspoken desire and the weight of all the years you had spent fighting against each other. your body was betraying you, leaning into him, drawn by a force you had denied for too long.
heeseungâs eyes darkened as he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from yours, the heat between you almost unbearable now. you could feel the tension in every muscle, the way his hand trembled slightly as it cupped your cheek, the way your own body was responding without your permission.
then, in a breathless moment that felt like it stretched on forever, he closed the distance.
his lips pressed against yoursâsoft at first, testing, as though he wasnât sure you would let him. but the moment your lips met his, something ignited between you. the kiss deepened, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing that had been building for so long. it was a clash of emotionsâanger, desire, needâall colliding in that single moment.
you responded instantly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. the kiss was rough, almost desperate, as though you were both trying to make up for years of missed chances in that single moment.
his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you gasped against his lips at the feeling of his body pressed so close to yours. the intensity of it was overwhelming, but you didnât want it to stop. you didnât want to think. you just wanted to feel.
but then, as quickly as it started, heeseung pulled back, his breathing ragged, his forehead resting against yours. his hands still gripped your waist, holding you in place as though he couldnât quite let go yet.
âthis isnât... what i expected,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. his breath was warm against your skin, and his eyes searched yours, as though he was looking for an answer in your gaze.
you swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing, trying to make sense of what had just happened. âwhat did you expect?â you asked softly, your fingers still tangled in his hair.
heeseungâs grip on your waist tightened for a moment, his eyes darkening once again. âi didnât expect you to feel this way.â his voice was low, almost a growl, filled with the same intensity that had been building between you all night.
you opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldnât come. you had no idea what to say, no idea how to explain the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside you. all you knew was that everything had changed in that kiss.
âi donât know what i feel,â you admitted quietly, your voice barely audible in the heavy silence of the room.
heeseungâs lips twitched into a small, almost sad smile. âneither do i.â he stepped back, finally breaking the physical contact between you, and you immediately missed the warmth of his body against yours.
âbut whatever this is... itâs dangerous,â he continued, his eyes locked on yours, as though warning you. âweâve always been enemies. we donât know how to be anything else.â
you felt a lump form in your throat at his words, because deep down, you knew he was right. but that didnât stop the ache in your chest, the desire for something moreâfor the possibility of what could be.
âi donât want to be your enemy anymore,â you said softly, the confession surprising even you.
heeseungâs eyes widened slightly at your words, his expression unreadable. for a moment, you thought he might say somethingâmight admit that he didnât want to be your enemy either. but then, he shook his head, the walls between you coming back up, brick by brick.
âthis doesnât change anything,â he said quietly, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.
and with that, he turned and left the room, leaving you standing there in the soft glow of candlelight, your heart pounding and your mind reeling from the kiss that had shifted the entire balance between you.
as the door closed softly behind him, you exhaled a shaky breath, your fingers brushing your lips where his had been moments before.
everything had changed.
the royal court was buzzing with tension, and for once, the tension wasnât between you and heeseung. the kingdom was on edge, not from war or rebellion, but from something far more insidiousâpolitical manoeuvring. rival noble houses were plotting against heeseungâs rule, questioning his right to ascend to the throne, especially after the sudden marriage to you. the whispers had grown louder over the past few weeks, the courtiersâ gazes sharper, waiting for the first misstep.
you had known court life would be full of power plays and alliances, but this was different. it was personal. every snide comment, every hushed conversation behind closed doors, felt like an attack on your marriage, on your familyâs legacy. and worst of all, it felt like an attack on you.
one afternoon, as you made your way through the palace corridors, you overheard a group of noblesâclose to your familyâvoicing their displeasure over your sudden marriage to heeseung. it was the same old songâhow your sister should have been the bride, how you were never meant for this role, how heeseung marrying you was a strategic disaster.
you felt your blood run cold, but you kept walking, your head held high. you had grown used to these remarks, but today, they stung deeper. not because they questioned your worth, but because they reflected the deep-seated insecurity you had always carried.
that night, you found yourself alone in the study, staring out the window at the darkening sky. the weight of the courtâs judgement, the impossible standards, the constant comparisons to your sisterâthey were suffocating. and then there was heeseung, whose coldness had thawed just enough to show you glimpses of something deeper, something real. but he was still heeseungâyour husband, your childhood rival, and now the man who held your future in his hands.
the door creaked open behind you, and you didnât need to turn to know it was him. you had grown attuned to his presence, the way the air shifted whenever he entered a room.
âwhatâs wrong?â his voice was quieter than usual, but still carrying that edge of command. he always knew when something was off, as if he could sense the turmoil swirling inside you.
you didnât answer immediately, your gaze fixed on the stars outside. âtheyâre saying weâre not suited for each other,â you murmured, finally turning to face him. âthat iâm not fit to be queen. that you made a mistake.â
heeseungâs jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing in that familiar way, but this time, it wasnât directed at you.
âlet them talk,â he said flatly. âtheyâre just waiting for us to fail.â
âand what if theyâre right?â the words slipped out before you could stop them, the fear and doubt bubbling to the surface. âi was never meant to marry you. this isnât the life i was prepared for.â
heeseung stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then, to your surprise, he closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
âi didnât choose you because you were an easy choice,â he said, his voice low but intense. âi chose you because youâre stronger than you realise.â
you blinked, taken aback by the conviction in his words. heeseung wasnât one to offer praise lightly, and hearing it now, in this moment, felt more intimate than anything he had ever said to you before.
âthere are plenty of people who want to see us fail,â he continued, his grip tightening slightly. âbut they donât matter. what matters is that we donât give them the satisfaction. we fight together.â
the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine, and for the first time, you saw beyond the cold exterior he had always shown you. there was something deeper there, something raw and unspoken. a partnership.
but the closeness also brought something elseâa heat that had always been there between you, simmering beneath the surface. his hands lingered on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing the bare skin just above your collarbone, and suddenly the room felt smaller, the air thicker.
âyou think iâm strong?â you asked, your voice quieter now, tinged with something more vulnerable. something real.
heeseungâs gaze flicked down to your lips, just for a moment, before returning to your eyes. his voice was rough when he spoke, low and filled with an unspoken promise. âiâve always known.â
the charged air between you was impossible to ignore now. his fingers slid from your shoulders to your arms, the touch sending a jolt of warmth through you. it wasnât just the weight of responsibility pressing down on youâit was him, his closeness, the undeniable pull you had both been dancing around for weeks.
you could feel the tension in every inch of your body, your heart racing as heeseungâs hands rested on your waist, pulling you closer, but still leaving just enough space for doubt. he hesitated, as if waiting for you to push him away, to remind him of the enmity that had defined your relationship for so long.
but you didnât. instead, you leaned into him, your hands tentatively reaching up to rest on his chest. the fabric of his shirt was soft under your fingers, but beneath it, you could feel the steady beat of his heart, as rapid as your own.
âmaybe iâve been wrong about you,â you whispered, your breath hitching as the tension between you reached a breaking point.
heeseungâs eyes darkened at your words, his lips hovering just inches from yours. âmaybe you have,â he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. but there was something softer there too, something almost tender.
before you could talk yourself out of it, you closed the distance between you and kissed him.
the kiss was like nothing you had ever experiencedâfierce, desperate, and full of the years of unresolved tension between you. it was as if all the walls you had built around yourselves were crumbling in an instant, leaving nothing but the raw, undeniable attraction that had always simmered beneath the surface.
heeseung responded instantly, his hands tightening on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. his lips moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, his body pressing against yours as if he couldnât bear to let you go.
it was overwhelming, the intensity of the moment, the way your bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, the way every touch sent a shockwave of desire coursing through you. you had spent so long fighting him, fighting this, and now, as his hands slid up your back, holding you close, you wondered why you had ever resisted.
when you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. heeseungâs grip on your waist didnât loosen, and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat as wild as your own.
âwe canât keep pretending,â you whispered, your voice shaky, your lips still tingling from the kiss.
heeseungâs eyes met yours, the vulnerability and uncertainty in his gaze mirroring your own. âno, we canât,â he agreed, his voice rough with emotion.
for a moment, the world hung in the balance. you had crossed a line, and there was no going back. everything between you had shifted, and the question now wasnât whether you would move forwardâit was how.
heeseungâs thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his touch so tender it nearly broke you. âweâre in this together,â he said softly, the weight of his words heavy with meaning.
this time, there was no need to say anything more. you both understood what had changed between you, even if neither of you was ready to fully admit it. and though the path ahead was uncertain, you knew one thing for sure: you werenât facing it alone anymore.
weeks passed, and with each passing day, things between you and heeseung slowly shifted. the cold, sharp walls that had once kept you apart were crumbling, revealing a warmth and understanding that neither of you had anticipated. where there had once been biting words and icy glares, there was now laughter, quiet conversations, and small gestures of affection.
the palace felt different. it was lighter now, with the growing sense of partnership between you and heeseung. your bickering had been replaced with genuine care, and though the wounds of the past hadn't fully healed, you were both learning to forgive. but it wasnât just the emotional connection that was shiftingâthere was something deeper brewing beneath the surface. unspoken feelings, simmering tension.
it wasnât until a grand banquet in honour of a visiting prince from a neighbouring kingdom that these feelings came to a head. you stood at the centre of the ballroom, dressed in a gown that glimmered under the candlelight. it hugged your figure perfectly, catching the attention of more than just heeseung. the princeâprince seojunâhad been particularly charming throughout the evening, his eyes lingering on you a little too long, his compliments a little too bold.
âyou are by far the most captivating presence in this room, your highness,â seojun murmured, his voice low as he leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. âif i had known such beauty awaited me here, i would have visited sooner.â
you laughed politely, glancing over your shoulder, searching for heeseung in the crowd. he was across the room, deep in conversation with some nobles, but even from the distance, you could feel his gaze on you, sharp and intense.
seojun continued, his hand brushing lightly against your arm as he leaned closer. âperhaps we could steal a moment away from the crowd? i would love to know more about the woman behind such an enchanting smile.â
before you could respond, a sudden shift in the air caught your attention. heeseung appeared at your side, his posture tense, his expression a mix of barely contained irritation and something elseâsomething more possessive.
âprincess,â heeseungâs voice was smooth, but there was a dangerous edge to it. his hand slid around your waist, pulling you firmly against his side. the claim was unmistakable. âi believe your dance card is full for the evening.â
seojunâs smirk faltered slightly as he glanced between the two of you, sensing the tension. heeseungâs eyes never left the prince, cold and unyielding.
âof course,â seojun replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. âi wouldnât dream of overstepping. after all,â his gaze flickered to you, then back to heeseung, âsheâs your wife.â
the words hung in the air for a moment, charged with unspoken meaning. seojun bowed slightly, a smirk still playing on his lips, before taking his leave. but even as he walked away, you could feel the lingering weight of his gaze.
you turned to heeseung, about to make a light-hearted remark about the interaction, but the look on his face stopped you. his eyes were dark, his jaw clenched, and his grip on your waist was firmâalmost possessive.
âdid he touch you?â heeseung asked, his voice low and tight.
you raised an eyebrow, surprised by his tone. âbarely,â you replied, trying to play it off with a soft laugh. âwhy? are you jealous?â
his eyes flickered with something dangerous as he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. âyouâre my wife. i donât like other men thinking they can take whatâs mine.â
your heart skipped a beat at his words. the possessiveness in his tone, the way his body pressed protectively against yoursâit was unlike anything you had ever experienced with heeseung. you had always seen him as cold, distant, but this... this was different. there was fire in his eyes, and you could feel it burning between you, a tension that neither of you had acknowledged until now.
âand what if i enjoy a little attention now and then?â you teased, testing the boundaries, wanting to see how far he would go.
heeseungâs eyes darkened even more, and in one swift motion, he pulled you even closer, his hand cupping the back of your neck as he leaned in, his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear. âi donât care how many men look at you, but remember thisââ his voice dropped, sending shivers down your spine, âyou belong to me and i belong to you.â
a thrill ran through you at his words, and for a moment, you were speechless, your mind spinning from the intensity of his claim. the ballroom, the crowd, even prince seojunâall of it faded away as heeseungâs gaze held you captive. you could feel the heat of his body against yours, the possessiveness in his touch, and for the first time, you realised that this wasnât just some marriage of convenience anymore.
heeseung caredâmore than he was willing to admit.
your breath hitched as you looked up at him, your eyes searching his, trying to read the emotions flickering behind them. âand what about you, heeseung?â you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. âdo you want me to be yours?â
his eyes softened for just a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features before he leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against your temple. âyou already are,â he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. âand iâm not letting you forget it.â
the banquet had left the air between you and heeseung charged with an intensity that neither of you could ignore. his possessiveness, the fierce look in his eyes when he claimed you as his wife in front of prince seojun, had stirred something inside youâsomething that had been simmering for far too long.
as the last of the guests departed and the palace quieted down for the night, the tension remained, lingering like an unspoken promise. heeseung walked beside you in silence as you both made your way through the dimly lit corridors toward your chambers. though no words passed between you, the air was thick with anticipation, the unspoken pull between you stronger than ever.
when you reached your shared chambers, heeseung opened the door for you, his gaze never leaving you as you stepped inside. you could feel his eyes on you, burning with a need that matched your own. the soft glow of the candlelight cast long shadows across the room, but all you could focus on was the man standing behind you, his presence overwhelming.
you moved toward the vanity, fingers trembling slightly as you began to remove your jewellery. you were acutely aware of heeseung standing behind you, the weight of his gaze almost tangible as he watched your every movement. his silence spoke volumes, filled with desire and unspoken emotions that neither of you had fully confronted until now.
the tension was unbearable. finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, you glanced at him through the reflection in the mirror, your voice soft but steady. âyouâve been quiet,â you murmured, meeting his intense gaze. âwhatâs on your mind?â
he didnât answer immediately. instead, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush against the bare skin of your shoulder. the touch was light, tentative, but it sent a shiver down your spine. his fingers lingered, tracing the delicate curve of your shoulder before he leaned in, his breath warm against your neck.
âi didnât like how he looked at you,â heeseung finally admitted, his voice low and rough with suppressed emotion. his eyes met yours in the mirror, dark with jealousy and something moreâsomething deeper. âor the way he made you laugh.â
your heart raced at the possessiveness in his tone. you turned to face him, taking in the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes blazed with something primal. his emotions were raw, laid bare before you in a way that heeseung had never allowed himself to show before.
âit was harmless,â you replied, stepping closer to him, your voice softening. âbut i canât say i minded the way you stepped in.â
his gaze darkened, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you flush against him. you could feel the heat of his body seeping into yours, the hard lines of his frame pressing against your softness. his eyes locked onto yours, filled with unspoken desire, but also with something moreâsomething tender.
âiâm not the kind of man who likes to share,â he said, his voice a low growl as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. âespecially not when it comes to you.â
your breath hitched at his words, your pulse quickening as the fire between you flared even hotter. you couldnât deny the thrill that ran through you at his possessive tone, the way his hands gripped you as though he couldnât bear to let you go.
âand what are you going to do about it?â you whispered, your voice daring, testing the boundaries as your lips brushed his, teasingly close but not quite touching.
heeseungâs response was immediate. his lips crashed against yours, fierce and hungry, as if he had been holding back for far too long. the kiss was searing, filled with all the emotions you had both kept hidden. his hands roamed over your body, possessive yet tender, as though he was staking his claim but also worshipping every inch of you.
you responded just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, needing to feel every part of him against you. the tension between you, the unspoken desire, it all poured out in that kiss, in the way his body pressed against yours with a need that matched your own.
heeseungâs hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the bed. the air between you was electric, charged with desire and the intensity of emotions that neither of you had allowed to surface until now. he laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze dark and filled with a hunger that made your heart race.
for a moment, he paused, his fingers brushing over your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of what had just passed between you. his eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability behind themâthe raw emotion that he had been hiding behind his cold exterior for so long.
âare you sure?â he asked, his voice husky but laced with care, as if he was giving you one last chance to pull away, to stop this before it went too far.
you gazed up at him, your heart swelling with the overwhelming emotions coursing through you. heeseung, the man you had once considered your rival, your enemy, was now looking at you with a tenderness that took your breath away. you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumb brushing softly over his cheek.
âiâm sure,â you whispered, pulling him down into another kiss, softer this time, but no less filled with the emotions swirling between you.
what followed was slow, deliberate, and filled with a tenderness that you had never expected from heeseung. his hands moved over your body with care, as though he was savouring every touch, every breath. the fierceness from earlier softened into something more intimate, more meaningful, as he explored you with reverence, his lips following the path of his hands.
your name fell from his lips like a prayer, whispered against your skin in the quiet moments between kisses. heeseungâs touch was both possessive and gentle, as though he was claiming you but also offering himself to you in return. the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but it was the tenderness in his gaze, the softness of his touch, that made your heart ache with something deeper than mere desire.
and as the night stretched on, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony, you realised that this wasnât just about passionâit was about the connection you had been fighting against for so long. the rivalry, the bickering, the walls you had both built between youâit all crumbled away, leaving only the raw truth of what you felt for one another.
when it was over, you lay beside each other, your breathing heavy, your bodies tangled in the sheets. the room was quiet now, the only sound was the soft rustle of the fabric and the faint crackle of the dying fire in the hearth.
heeseung turned to you, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. his eyes, once so cold and guarded, were warm now, filled with an emotion that made your heart skip a beat. he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest as though he couldnât bear to let you go.
you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. it was comforting, grounding you in the quiet aftermath of everything that had just passed between you. his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, soothing and gentle, as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.
neither of you spoke, but words werenât necessary. the silence was filled with a sense of peace, of contentment that neither of you had known before. heeseungâs touch was soft now, filled with care as he held you close, his body warm and protective against yours.
and in that quiet, intimate moment, you realised something: this was more than just passion, more than just desire. it was something real, something lasting.
heeseungâs hand continued to trace gentle patterns on your back, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered softly, âare you alright?â
you smiled against his chest, your heart swelling with warmth at the tenderness in his voice. âmore than alright,â you murmured, snuggling closer to him.
heeseung let out a soft sigh, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go. and as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, the weight of the past finally lifted, leaving only the warmth of the present and the promise of a future you were both ready to embrace.
the next morning, you woke to find heeseung already up, standing by the window of your shared chambers, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the early morning light. he looked deep in thought, his expression pensive as he gazed out over the kingdom.
quietly, you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. he stiffened for a moment at the contact but quickly relaxed, his hands covering yours as he let out a soft sigh.
âyouâre up early,â you murmured, resting your cheek against his back.
âi couldnât sleep,â he replied, his voice thoughtful. âi was thinking about everything thatâs changed.â
you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. âa lot has changed, hasnât it?â
heeseung turned in your arms, his expression soft as he looked down at you. âi never thought this would work,â he admitted, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âbut iâm glad i was wrong.â
you gazed up at him, your heart swelling with warmth. the man standing before you was the same heeseung you had known all your life, but now, you saw him for who he truly wasânot your enemy, not your rival, but your partner. your husband.
âiâm glad too,â you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips.
and in that moment, you knew that this was your new beginning. the past, with all its bitterness and tension, was behind you. what lay ahead was a future you hadnât expected but one you were ready to embraceâtogether.
as heeseung pulled you into a gentle kiss, the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the window, you knew that this was the start of something beautiful. your marriage, once forged out of obligation and resentment, had grown into something real, something lasting.
and as you stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, you realised that sometimes, the best love stories were the ones you never saw coming.
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King of My Heart
King Aemond Targaryen x Queen Reader Tag List
Synopsis: Marriage, miscarriage, and the monarchy⌠how would you and your husband fare to them all?
Warnings: Mature, Softer Aemond, Mentions of Miscarriage, Fluff, 18+, P in V Sex, Not ProofreadÂ
Word Count: 5,929
A/N: Final part (maybe) of But Daddy, I Love Him and Mine, but could be read as a standalone. Based on an anonymous request where they wanted "a scenario where the reader enters her period and fears Aemond will be disappointed that she's not pregnant yet but he comforts her and takes care of her" and a photo of a fan art sent by 1ssah-blogÂ
War did not commence, but the heir to the seven kingdoms was altered. As the iron throne rejected your grandsire, Viserys the First, your mother, Rhaenyra, rejected the seat that was promised to her. A shocking turn of events that was an outrage to her loyal supporters and to her husband. Declining her right to the throne meant her heir, Jacaerys, will as well have no claim upon it. In consequence, the throne was given to her half-brother, Aegon, the squandering prince who had no wish for duty, ultimately abdicated the most powerful seat of the realm. Passing the responsibility to your husband, who took the opportunity eagerly.
You were not certain how to take this turn of events. Though you were eased as this not caused further strife and bloodshed upon your family, you did not know how to receive this great responsibility you were never prepared for. You were never readied to become queen.Â
It was as if all the events, private or otherwise, were tidal waves hitting you one after the other, suffocating and whirling you around. Whatever reservations and dilemmas you had were hidden, for you did not want to dampen the happiness in your husband. He never uttered it, but you knew that deep inside, he greatly wished for the throne. And you believed that it would be entirely selfish of you to make known the doubts that presented themselves the day it was announced that Aemond would be the ruler of Westeros. Â
âI have a surprise for you,â You hear him say, your mind regaining focus. You placed your gaze upon your King husband, who sat across from you. This was the first supper you had together in private after all the debacle for the throne had been settled. Yours and his new title have proven to take a great deal of both of your time that you started to scarcely have time to enjoy the private presence of one another. âWhat is it?â You asked, placing a small smile on your lips. âOnce you finish your meal, I shall show you,â He replied, and you gave a nod. Once your plate was emptied, you frowned as your husband helped you to stand, placing a cloth on your eyes. âAemond, what is this?â You questioned, feeling his cold hand take yours as he led you out of your chambers. âLike Iâve said, it is a surprise,â You hear his smirk through his words, and you silently and blindly followed him through the halls of the keep.
When he made you halt in your tracks, you felt the cloth around your eyes loosen. Aemond stood before you in the throne room, obstructing your view from the surprise he had commissioned. When he stepped to the side, your furrowed brows shot up, and your lips parted in surprise. The renowned iron throne that stood lone in the middle of the hall was now in the company of another. The kingâs throne was now accompanied by the queenâs. âIs⌠is that for me?â You asked hesitantly. You hear Aemond let out a chuckle and guide you to step closer to the iron thrones. âOf course it is, you after all are my queen,â He hummed, enjoying the way you were still enveloped in surprise.Â
You were silent as you gazed at the newly made seat, one specifically made for you. You could not believe that your husband would disregard decades of tradition and alter the most powerful and fearsome seat in the realm to make place for you. Aemond gazed at you as you still gazed at the seat. He knew his decision to add a seat for his queen would not be well received by the others; he could not find care. He could not stand as you were stood by the side during long trials and engagements. He felt uneasy as you stood far beyond his reach, your usual place next to him desecrated and sacrificed when he needed to sit on the throne. He often had the urge to just perch you on his lap during those long days of meetings, restless as he was constantly missing your touch, but he knew that would simply mortify you.Â
âCome, sit on your rightful place, my queen,â Aemond said, pulling you towards the iron thrones. You bit your lip as he made you sit on the cold metal. Surprised that the swords did not prickle or offer you any discomfort. âHow does it feel?â Aemond asked, taking his own seat, his hand finding yours and him intertwining them. âOdd,â You say truthfully. Aemond hummed as his thumb caressed your soft skin, âBest get used to it, my wife. This is your rightful place.â He said, and you were not entirely certain how to receive his words. A part of you was growing warm and familiar with this title, but a bigger part of you was still doubtful as to what it entails.Â
Aemond frowned as he heard no reply come from you. He turned towards you and saw that your gaze was once again far off. âWhat is it? Whatâs bothering you,â He asked, leaning closer, his fingers guiding your head to face him. You show your head and place a tight smile on your lips, âNothing,â You say, hoping he will be convinced, not wanting to worry him and add to his burden, for he already had to shoulder the burdens of the realm. âDo not lie; tell me, what is it?â Aemond asked, tone now serious. You shook your head again. âTruly, it is nothing. I was just thinking about the preparations for your coronation,â You say, âOur coronation,â Aemond corrected, and you nodded, âYes, our coronation,âÂ
âDo not fret and tire yourself with the preparations, my light. Another could see to it, perhaps my mother or maââ You shook your head for what seemed the hundredth time that day. âNo, this is my responsibility,â You say, and Aemond sighs. âYou are overworking yourself. You think I have not noticed, but I have. You retire to bed later than I do, and you start your day earlier than I; you must not exhaust yourself,â Aemond fretted. âI am hardly exhausting myselfâ my responsibilities are nothing compared to yours,â You say, making Aemond sigh. âThat is not the point,â he said, your concerned conversation toeing the line to an argument.Â
âYou are quite fragile, my light. The whole of your familyâ even with their contempt for me, they still warned and accustomed me to the fact of your sensitivity, at how easily you are exhausted and taken by sickness. I cannot have you be overworked and burdened by tasks that could be delegated to others,â Your heart warmed at the concern showed by your usually stoic husband. âI just want everything to be perfect for your day,â You say lowly. âOur day,â Aemond once again corrected, his mind now growing suspicious at the fact that you only recognized his change of title but not yours. âYes, our day,â you once again repeated.Â
When the two of you retired to your chambers once more, Aemond studied you with his keen eye. Only now did he realize that something had turned different; there was a shift in you that you had greatly disguised. Greatly so that only now did Aemond come to realize it. He tried to recall the whirlwind of events, from your mother rejecting the throne, then to his brother abdicating it, and finally, him being announced as the successor. He could not precisely point as to when, but as he recalled those days, he realized a spark in your eyes had dulled, and its sudden dullness was not the result of exhaustion or anything in regard to the succession of the crown. Something else was bothering you, and it seems to be of great magnitude, but you did not share it with your husband.Â
Aemond clutched you closer to his chest, burying his nose in your hair as you slept in his arms. He could not find rest as his mind was running with the thought of what was bothering you and why you had not confided with him. What secrets were you hiding from him? Why had you suddenly felt the need to keep quiet of your thoughts? Aemondâs heart beat loudly in his chest even though he was simply lying down, his thoughts running with the uncertain and devouring his insides. He must know the truth of what it was you hid from him.
You hastily ran through the halls of the keep, tardy for your meeting with the small council as you were preoccupied with your earlier engagements. You stood before the door of the room, hindering the guard from opening the doors as you tried to catch your breath, wanting to be composed as you entered the room. But you frowned as you heard the voices of men discussing you.Â
âMy king⌠it is just that it has been a year since your marriage, and the queen has yet to produce an heir,â You felt your heart pit as you heard the words of a lord. âThe court is starting to question the⌠the matter, and tongues are wagging that perhaps the queenâs womb is unsuited to carry a child,â You swallowed thickly as you still stood by the doors, listening to their quiet discussion that spoke of your fears that were unknown to anyone but you. Aemond kept silent as he stared down the men before him, âMy king, the lineage for the crown has been altered twice in less than a year; its stable foundation created by the conqueror had faltered. And with this talk of the queen unable to produce you a son⌠it would not take long before the other houses to question the stability of the Targaryen name, as well as her validity as queen.â You felt vile climb your throat as your heart, achingly pitted in your chest. You were supposed to attend the meeting, but after hearing what they had said, you could not find the strength to do so.Â
Aemond clenched his jaw as the lords before him were threading the line of impertinence. âMy wife, your queen, is still young. She is but eight and ten. Our heir shall come in due time; I will no longer hear of such speculating matters when there are other business we must attend to.â Aemond gritted, laying the subject to rest, but a foolishly bold lord still spoke. âYour majesty, your wifeâs duty is to produce you heirsâ to produce the next king of this realm. That must be her top priority, and as of now, the kingdom is witnessing her flail at this duty that a simple broodmare could do,â Aemond felt his eye twitch in great irritation, his insides alight with fiery rage at the words spoken against you. Aemond turned to Ser Criston Cole, who stood by his right and gave a knowing look, the knight stalking towards the lord who dared offend his queen.Â
The knight took the lordâs arms and bound them behind him, âYou have not only offended your queen but her husband as well; for such impertinence, you shall stay in the dungeons for a fortnight and your house stripped of its title and land,â Aemond relished at the lordâs protest and desperate pleas as he was dragged out of the room of the small councils and into the dungeons. âLet that be a lesson to you allâ the moment I hear about such disrespectful speculations about my wife, I will not hesitate to administer such punishments,â Aemond warned and watched as the lords before him nervously nodded.Â
When the meeting ended, Aemond questioned as to why you did not show. He returned to your chambers in search of you, and there he found you curled in your shared bed. Aemond silently walked towards you, his being wholly satisfied as you took his concern and decided to rest. But that satisfaction quickly disappeared as he saw your tear-stained cheeks and your slightly quivering lips as you slept. Who must answer for your sadness? What had led you to such a state? Why had you not run to Aemond for comfort just like the times before?
Aemond soothingly ran his hand through your hair, making you twitch and lead you to open your eyes. Your eyes widened as you realized Aemond had returned and caught you in such a state. âWhy are you crying? What has bothered you?â Aemond asked, determined to know what plagued your mind that caused this unwelcome shift in your demeanor. Your lips agape to speak of a diversion, and Aemond already knew it. âDo not say that it is nothing when it is clearly a lie. Tell me the truth of it, wife.â He said sternly, but he quickly regretted it as tears quickly streamed from your eyes. âI failed,â You cried almost incoherently. Aemondâs eye widened as he made you sit up and took you into his arms, and you cried onto his chest. âWâwhat? You had not failed,â He tried to reassure you about a matter he was still to know of.Â
âI have! And the kingdom is starting to take notice!â You wailed, and Aemond took your face into his hands, imploring you to look at him. âI have failed you as your wife⌠I am failing as queen,â You cried, and Aemond felt his heart twist painfully inches chest to see you in such a state and hear you utter such false words. âI do not understand, my light,â he said quietly as you sniffled and tried to control your sobs. You took in big gulps of air as you tried to form the words explaining the events that happened and were kept hushed during the debacle for the crown.Â
âI was with child,â You say quietly, feeling the shock in Aemond as the words leave your lips. âDuring Aegonâs short reign, I learned that I was carrying our child. He was only a moon old, the maesters said, and I was waiting for an opportunity to share with you the news,â Aemond clutched you closer to him as he felt you tremble. âBut the lineage was changed once more, and we both were busied to the point where the only time we saw each other was when we slept,â You say as tears continue to stream. âAnd when the day finally came that we were not too busied with our duties, where I could finally tell you that we were to become parents⌠I lost the babe,â You cried in shame and tried to turn away from Aemond, who sat before you in great shock.Â
You readied yourself for his rage and contempt. You knew he would not take this matter lightly; you believed he would blame you for being so careless and for failing, which is why it was a shock to you as he once again pulled you to him, burying his face in your neck as he uttered apologies. âWhy are you apologizing? I was the one who had failed you,â You asked. âFailed? My light, you could never,â Aemond said softly as he embraced you tightly. âI was the one who had failed youâ I was too busied with the crown that I have neglected my duty to you,â Aemond said in guilt. You breathed out heavily and shook your head, running your hands through Aemondâs silvery locks soothingly.Â
âWhy did you not tell me?â Aemond asked after a short silence. You sighed and lowered your head, âI was ashamed.â You said plainly, âI could not burden you with this matter when you were already burdened by the troubles of the kingdom.â You explained further, hiding the matter because you knew if you uttered it, it would only prevail and actually become true. Aemond removed his face from the crook of your neck, âYou should never hide such matters from me. The burdens you carry are the only burdens I truly care to know of and solve.â He said reassuringly, placing a kiss on your tear-stained cheek, tasting the salt that streamed from your eyes. âYouâre not angry? Or at least disappointed? IâŚâ You trailed as Aemond hushed you by kissing your lips. âSwear to me you will never hide such matters from me again; promise me that you will always come to me when anythingâ even the slightest of things bothers you,â Aemond implored and you bit your lip as you nodded your head. Aemond gave a curt nod to your agreement, placing a kiss on the top of your head.Â
âButâŚâ you spoke, âBut what if I truly fail? What if I cannot provide you with an heir?â You fretted, knowing that your main royal duty was to provide your husband with a child. Aemond licked his lips at your question, pondering over a future where you two had no offspring. âThen the crown passes to our next of kin,â Aemond shrugged, and you were speechless by his nonchalant manner. âMy light, I want for us to have children, I do. But I want you more. If we cannot produce an heir, then so be it; just as long as I have you, Iâll be perfectly and entirely content,â Aemond murmured, and your heart that loved him fell into a deeper love you never thought to be possible. âDo you truly mean that?â You asked, searching his eye. A part of you doubted his words, thinking it was only uttered to comfort you. âOf course I do,â He said genuinely. Though a part of him will always long for a child, to be a father that he never had, a greater part of him longed for you. He would rather have you constantly by his side, without the prospect of an heir, than have his line to the throne secured but without you.Â
You gazed up at your newly crowned king as he placed a tiara of rubies atop your head, a small smile grazing his face as he crowned you his queen. The eyes of the kingdom upon the two of you who were lost in each other eyes. The cheers that rang loudly died in your as you could only focus upon Aemond. It had been almost two moons since your admittance of what had transpired during the settlement of the crown, and since then, you and your husband had made it your mission to set aside time for each other, to not only focus on the demands of the realm but as well as your marriage. You placed a small smile as your husband guided you to take your seat on the throne next to him, the kingdom bowing and kneeling to show their fealty to their new king and queen. Yours and Aemondâs hands clasped around each other to show your solidarity for the kingdom as well as each other.Â
âHow are you finding the festivities, my king?â You asked with a small smile, your heart pounding happily in your chest. âYou out did yourself in the preparations, my light⌠but as my name day celebration, I am counting down the hours until we are left in the privy of our chambers.â You bit your lip as your husband whispered the words in you ear, your cheeks blooming in heat. âWell, just as I have said on your name day, you must be patient and obliging to our guest, dearest husband,â You grinned, and Aemond felt content to see how the liveliness in you began to return. âVery well then, but I shall deny any lord that asks you for a dance,â You let out an amused breath and nodded your head, âVery well, who am I to go against the orders of my king,â You teased and moved to stand.Â
âWhere are you going?â Aemond asked, his gaze turning upward, his hand refusing to let go of your hand. âTo greet my mother and siblings, I still have not spoken to them ever since their arrival,â You say simply; Aemond chewed on his cheek and nodded, reluctantly removing his hold of your hand, but his eye followed you as you gracefully made your way through the hall towards the nearby table that housed your kin.Â
âMy queen,â Your mother greeted with a teasing curtsy, and you bit your lip as a wide smile appeared on your lips. âNo titles are needed; I am merely your daughter, mother,â You smiled and embraced her, âWhereâs father?â You asked, and just as the words left your lips, you heard him clear his throat behind you, your eyes beaming in delight as he held your sister. The babe soundly sleeping on his shoulder, âLittle Visenya,â You cooed. Your father placed a kiss on your temple that was adorned with your newly appointed tiara. Your heart warmed at how he still attended your coronation, even though the debacle of the crown had left him entirely enraged, and the kingdom had begun to speculate that he and your mother had separated; of course, all of those were just mere rumors. The birth of your sister only solidifies your parentsâ union.Â
âI placed them by the fireplace in your chambers, as you had requested,â Your father whispered to you in ancient tongue as he placed your sister in your arms, and you smiled at him with gratitude. âThank you,â you say lowly and patted the back of your sister, who began to stir in your hold, giggling softly as she buried her face in your neck, her silver hair tickling your skin. You took a moment to catch up with your siblings, grateful to the gods that the change in succession did not alter your relationships with them, especially your bond with Jacaerys. You returned to your seat next to your husband, whose gaze had never left yours, your sister still in your arms and slowly waking, her violet eyes planted on Aemond as they peeled open, but Aemondâs lilac eye was entranced upon you, who presented him with such a sight that made his heart grow warm.Â
âI believe she wants to go to her king,â You say as Visenya reaches for your husband, her little babbles reaching your ears as her eyes were completely entranced on Aemond. Your husband swallowed thickly as you placed Visenya in his arms, him tensing as your sister was placed in his hold. âShe likes you⌠one of my siblings likes you!â You beamed as Visenya started to giggle in your husbandâs hold. Aemond shifted his head as the babe in his arms tried to take hold of his eye patch. You laughed quietly and reached for Visenyaâs arm that was reaching for Aemondâs eye patch and placed on kiss on her little hand that smelt of talc and milk.Â
âShe quite reminds me of you when we were children,â Aemond hummed, his gaze shifting between you and the babe. âWhy? Because of her adorableness?â You hummed, brushing away the stray hair from Visenyaâs face. âNo, because sheâs already covered in frills and precious gems. A spoiled little princess just like her sister was.â He said, noting the bracelet of gold and opal around her pudgy arm and the fine silk and lace of her clothes. You narrowed your eyes at your husband, flashing him with pretend annoyance that made him let out a laugh, catching the attention of your guests as he never displayed such glee so openly before.Â
Just like always, with any feast attended, you and your husband were the first to retire for the night. Aemond sighed longingly as you placed a chaste kiss on his lips before you disappeared into the adjacent room to disrobe. âI have a surprise for you,â Aemond heard you utter as he, too, removed the armor he wore. âReally?â He asked in amusement, âYes,â You answered and returned to the main chamber in just your shift. Aemond raised his brow as he followed you to where you stood behind the fire. The light illuminated behind you and caused him to see through your shift, his needs for you presenting themselves greatly.Â
You turned to the fireplace and saw the box your father had left, bending down to take hold of it and present it to Aemond. âWhat is it?â Aemond asked as you stood before him with a rather large box in your hands. âYou open gifts to find out what they contain, my prince. Has the late hour turned you simple?â You teased, watching as your husband rolled his eyes. He shook his head as he took off the cover of the box, a frown adorning his handsome face as he saw what you had presented him with. âDragon eggs? What fââ You giggled as Aemondâs face fell into shock, his mouth hanging wide in realization of what your surprise was.Â
âYouâre⌠are youâŚâ Aemond could not form words properly as he was enveloped with surprise. âYouâre with childâŚâ he said in amazement as he regained his composure. âYouâre with child; youâre carrying our child,â he said once more, eyes wide and delighted. âI am,â you confirmed with a wide smile. Aemond could only move to kiss you as his mind was still discombobulated with the most joyous news. âThere are two eggs⌠why are there two eggs?â Aemond questioned as your lips parted, his eye flying downwards to the box you still held that he then took and set down on a nearby table. You bit your lip as Aemond ran his fingers through the scaled shell of the dragon egg.Â
âI might be wrong⌠but I just feel as if I am carrying two babes,â you say lowly, fearing Aemond would find your statement ridiculous. He did not; his smile only grew as he pulled you towards him and kissed you once more. âYouâre carry my children,â Aemond stated fondly, joining you in your suspicion that two lives grow in you. âI am,â You confirmed once more and felt him lay his hand flat on your abdomen; you gazed down as your husband kneeled before you, laughing as he enthusiastically placed his ear on your stomach that will be soon swollen with your children.Â
âThank you, my light,â Aemond said tenderly against your abdomen. You cupped his cheek and bent down to kiss him. âI love you,â you said against his lips with a smile. âYou will make the most wonderful father,â You added, and Aemond rose to his feet with a handsome smile on his lips, but that smile of glee turned to mischief, and your eyes widened as your husband placed his hands on your behind, squeezing the plump flesh. You melted in his arms as his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, your king leading you to your marital bed and laying you upon it gently as his lips kissed your neck. Aemond was conscious of not placing any of his weight upon you, but you missed the feel of his body against yours, pulling him closer to you, even going as far as wrapping your legs around his waist to feel him closer.Â
âI will crush you and the babes,â Aemond laughed as you whined at the gap between your bodies. You grumbled as you tried to pull him closer to you, but he was insistent on not placing any of his weight upon your body, especially your abdomen. âAemond,â You whined, wanting to feel him against you. Aemond shook his head with a wide smile on his lips, a devilish thought presenting itself. Aemond tried to move himself atop you, but you circled your arms around his neck and tried to keep him in place. Aemond let out a laugh once more and moved to carry you, him switching your positions, him the one to lay on the bed, and you were atop him.Â
You stifled your moans as Aemond was underneath you, your core perfectly aligned with his throbbing length, and his hands cupped and played with your mounds. You let out a loud moan as Aemond pinched the buds of your breasts, smirking to himself as your heavenly moans echoed through the room.Â
âSuch a beauty you are, my queen,â Aemond hummed as the dim candlelight illuminated your face. You ground your hips against Aemondâs trousered length, desperate to feel pleasure. âAemond⌠please,â You moaned as you still feel him place most of his attention on your tits. âSay what you want, my wife⌠tell me what you need, and you shall have it,â Aemond hummed as he thrust his hips upwards, watching as your lips turned into an âoâ. âYou, I want you. I need you, please, Aemond,â You said desperately, content as you felt Aemond hastily undo the laces of his trousers, feeling his length against your skin.Â
You breathed heavily as you slowly sank down on his length, Aemond watching you with great awe. You looked down on your husband through hooded eyes, and you reached forward to take off his eye patch, wanting to see him fully. Aemond hissed in pleasure as the head of his cock brushed over the spot that made your head tilt back, your eyes roll in pleasure, and your moans turn louder. Aemond placed his hands at either side of your hips and felt your cunt clench around him painfully, a sensation he knew all too well and one that meant you reached your peak. âSo quickly?â He breathed out in awe, your back arched as you try to regain your thoughts as you were quick to come undone by just sinking on Aemondâs cock.Â
The thought you tried to take hold of slipped out of your mind once more as Aemond trusted in and out of you at a slow, tantalizing pace. His hold on your hips was tight and quite possibly bruising, but you preferred it that way. You loved it when your husband left his mark upon your body. âAemond⌠faster, please, my love,â You pleaded, and Aemond was quick to oblige your request, slipping in and out of you at a faster pace that made you come undone quickly once more. Aemond continued to watch in awe as you bounced atop him. You leaned down and met your lips with Aemond as you feel his cock twitch inside you and his thrust growing sloppy. You caressed the risen skin of his scar as you kissed him and as he fucked you, only parting your lips as Aemond was taken by his release and moaned your name as he came undone.Â
âI love it when you moan my name when you come,â You say with a grin and place small kisses on his neck and chest. Aemond hummed and tangled his fingers in your hair as you lay on his chest, him still inside you. âDo you wish to hear it again, little light?â Aemond hummed, making you let out a laugh before quickly nodding.Â
Aemond sighed in contentment as his gaze was planted downward. In his arms was your son, sleeping soundly as he clutched a dragon egg. Aemond gently ran his hands through the small head of your child, Prince Aemon Targaryen. He had his fatherâs hair and his motherâs eyes, a warm, almost golden brown that had the capability of entrancing Aemond. He placed a chaste kiss upon his sonâs head as he walked through the keep, barely paying attention to his subjects who greeted and bowed before him as all his attentions were on your son who will soon celebrate his first name day.Â
Aemond reached his intended place, the great hall where all were bussed with yet another celebration. âMy light, I have warned you time and time again, you must rest,â Aemond chastised as his arm wrapped themselves around your waist. His palm resting upon your swollen belly for you were in the middle stages of your third pregnancy. âI am not tired. And besides, the celebrations are set for tomorrow, and the preparations are still halfway made!â You said frantic, looking around the barely dressed up hall. âWhere are the twins?â You asked as you looked around for your children.Â
You looked towards Aemond, and in the silence, you both hear quiet giggling to your right. You and your husband made quiet steps toward a long table and noted the giggles grew louder. Aemond handed to you your son, Aemon, as he bent down and lifted the cloth cover of the table to reveal the twins, your elder son, Daemion, who you named after your father, and your daughter Elaena, named after your husbandâs sister. You smiled widely as their laughter rang loudly when Aemond scooped them in his arms and lifted them off the ground, peppering them with kisses, your husband no longer that conscious in showing his affection out in public ever since your first pregnancy four years ago.Â
âDid you get my sisterâs dragon egg, Father? Can I see it?â Elaena asked, peering at Aemond, her lavender eyes widening in plea, and you walked closer towards them and brushed away a lock of her hair that resembled yours from her face. âOf course, you can, my love,â Aemond said, and he turned your twins towards their younger brother, who clutched the egg whilst he slept. âThe baby inside motherâs belly is not a girl! It is a boy!â Daemion then declared, his violet eyes in a furrow as he disagreed with his sister. âNo! It is a girl! Mother told me herself! Right Mother?â Elaena turned to you for confirmation, and you watched as Daemion was on the verge of a fit.Â
Aemond watched with great love in his eyes as the scene unfolded. âI believe what I said was I only feel that it is a girl. We will not be certain until the babe is born, my sweet,â You said and watched as Elaena puffed, âI want a sister!â She whined, crossing her arms and frowning. Aemond chuckled as your daughter was an exact copy of you in childhood. âAnd you shall have one. Even if the babe in your motherâs belly is a boy, we will shall not cease until we give you the sister you wish for.â Aemond spoke and kissed the cherubic cheek of his daughter, who was on the verge of tears, the little princess unaccustomed to not getting what she wanted.Â
âAnd you accuse me of spoiling our children,â You shook your head with a laugh as Aemond set the twins down, who readily ran around the hall once more. You beamed at your husband and fixed the askew crown atop his head, his arms once again circling your frame, and his head moved to kiss your lips. âDo you truly believe it to be a girl?â Aemond whispered as you two parted, him readily believing your intuition about the child you carry because he had come to learn it was impeccable. âI do. And Iâve already had a name for her,â You said, and Aemond raised his brow. âHm⌠and do tell me about this name you had not asked my thoughts upon,â He said, and you smiled widely. âEraena.â You said, and your husband hummed, pondering over the name for a moment. âIs that truly the name you wish?â Aemond asked, and you nodded. âThen Eraena it is,â He agreed and kissed your lips, the great love and joy in his heart that was emptied just years before translated in his kiss.Â
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Kurkans Mate.
The Beast And The Bunny.
Yan! Ishakan x Reader
Part 2.
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Manhwa :ě˝ííź / predatory marriage
/ ě˝ííź (ěě í)
: Adult Manhwa (18+)
Author/Illustrations : Saha / Hera(Art)
Word Count : 2.34K Word.
Hello.. Neva again here, I hope you are well and happy and have a nice days
might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story,love much.- NevađŚđŚ.
- Kurkans Mate Pt.1
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It's been about 3 months since you lived with Esmera, you helped Esmera not only because she saved you, Esmera was also willing to take you in.
Your activities are very ordinary, not much different from how you spend your days in Antra village, looking for herbs and mushrooms and planting vegetables, and collecting firewood.
It's been 3 months since you last met an exotic-skinned man who was injured in this forest.
You sometimes think is this a good choice to save this man? Indirectly you also reveal your identity to the foreign man through your blood healing.
And from the bottom of your heart, you feel a very bad feeling, but you don't know what causes that worry.
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Ishakan, a man from the Kurkans tribe, has an extraordinarily handsome appearance and abilities that are above average humans.
The Kurkans have no shame and are openly hostile to anyone they don't like, the Kurkans will kidnap those they consider to be their partners. Either by force or not.
The Kurkans tribe, is a tribe with the blood of the beast. Animal blood. For some of the continent's inhabitants, the Kurkans are barbarians.
However, on some continents, the Kurkans are also used as slaves, either sexually or just as guards. But slaves are still slaves.
Ishakan is one of the slaves of the nobles, freed by a princess from the kingdom of Estia, Princess Leah Von Estia.
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At night in a brothel, Leah walks in wearing a robe and wig to cover her real hair, which is white as the moon.
Walking slowly towards a man with an athletic body covered in a black robe.
"So you are my bed partner?" The voice that sounded quite rough, it can be seen that this is the voice of a noble lady.
Ishakan who saw the princess, could only grin and guide the princess into the room that had been prepared.
Closing the door, then with one push Ishakan pushed Leah against the wall, causing her wig to fall off, her face flushed red when she saw how handsome Ishakan was.
"Why would a princess go to this dirty side of town?" Grinning slightly at Leah, with a voice that sounded seductive, Ishakan asked.
Leah gave explanation after explanation to Ishakan. Leah had no hope of living anymore, with the fact that her family sold her to a nobleman who was as old as her father, Leah could not accept her virginity being given to that nobleman!
Chastity is the highest honor in the kingdom of Estia, because it concerns the dignity and self-esteem of the family, especially a royal family, so Leah has a mission before she gets married, she will embarrass her family by removing her chastity.
Ishakan looked at Leah with a difficult look, on the one hand he didn't want to take Leah's chastity, and on the other hand he also couldn't let his savior suffer, even though Ishakan was sure Leah didn't remember him, because the incident was so long ago.
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Morning finally, the experts took Leah's purity, Ishakan negotiated with Leah, he would help Leah, although at first Leah really didn't trust Ishakan especially when she found out Ishakan was a kukrans!, a barbarian with animal blood.
A delegation took place between the Estia kingdom and the Kurkan kingdom, where this delegation included peace and an end to war as well as looting and slavery.
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It has been about 3 months since Ishakan has worked as a Kurkan king, the case of the gyipsey that sold drug and sorcery and the case of the attempted release of the Estia queen who turned out to be a dark witch or as the sorceress
And it has been 3 months since he last saw his wild rabbit, you.
Ishakan still remembers the taste and smell of you and your blood. So much that Ishakan is looking for and exploring about your blood, a blood that can heal wounds!
The Antrabeth tribe, Ishakan only knows as a mythical tribe that is said to be a tribe that fights nature because their blood can heal every kind of wound and disease, as well as long life, a tribe that is loved by nature.
However, all of his efforts to find traces of the Antrabeth tribe were in vain, once the world was shocked by the appearance of soldiers carrying blood and a head with blue hair, the Antrabeth tribe became extinct.
The witches, kings and nobles, tried to drink the blood of the Antrabeth tribe, instead of getting long life and healing from the illnesses they experienced, they actually experienced very terrible conditions!
Their skin blistered with bumps all over their bodies that moved, until a nature witch discovered that the blood of the Antrabeth tribe would not work.
if the owner of the blood does not give consent to the blood that is drunk. Those who drink, take and kill the Antabeth tribe, the child of nature by force, they will experience the curse of 1001 nights, a curse where they will not die but also not live.
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Closing the book entitled History of the Child of Nature, Antrabeth.
Ishakan sighed, grinning slightly, something inside him screamed very loudly since he met you, his animal instinct, the kurkans instinct.
If the Antrabeth tribe is extinct, then you are the only one left, Ishakan can't help but claim you, make you his mate!
'Tok'
'Tok'
'Tok'
Genin, Ishakan's aide who doubles as his right hand, entered the room while carrying several rolls of old parchment.
"Your Majesty, here are some carefully selected candidates for the kurkans queen."
Genin handed the scroll to Ishakan.
Ishakan just nodded and opened the scroll, several names of princesses and noble ladies were visible, one of them was Princess Leah Von Estia.
"Take it away, I have found my mate" with his deep voice Ishakan said while grinning.
Ishakan stood up slowly then looked at the genin and said.
"Prepare my horse, I will pick up my wild rabbit" laughed softly as he left his king's room.
Leaving the Genin who stared at Ishakan with goosebumps, every time Ishakan laughed there were only 2 conditions, 1 Ishakan was in a bad mood where usually Ishakan would return to the palace in a state of blood from his victims, and the second condition Ishakan was in a good mood, where every object of his pleasure would definitely end between happiness or... death.
Genin, who never believed in the god of the kurkans in her entire life, prayed to the old gods for the poor creature who managed to catch the attention of Ishakan, the strongest king of the kurkans in the history of the previous kings of the kurkans.
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Ishakan with his stallion as dark as night moved almost more than 5 hours to the place where his wild rabbits were. Normally if he rode a horse he would need 12 days to get here, but because of his animal instincts which also led to his horse, what was originally 12 days, became 5 hours, strange but it's the kurkans we're talking about.
Ishakan with his sharp memory and navigation from your scent, of course he could easily find the forest where you live.
The same forest where Ishakan was injured and resting.
Looking around the forest, Ishakan with his golden eyes like an animal shone brightly as soon as he found the forest he was looking for in front of his eyes, Ishakan could feel the circulation of illusion magic around this forest.
Smirking softly, Ishakan then got off his horse, walking slowly but full of unstoppable enthusiasm, Ishakan entered the dark forest, as soon as Ishakan entered a thick fog covered the forest.
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You, are helping Esmera make gingerbread cookies, and various other cookies.
You are currently not in the disguise of the 1 drop potion for your hair and eyes.
Esmera saw you who was right across the kitchen table could only stare in awe. Your bright blue hair shone brightly at night caused by the reflection of the moonlight, which was as bright and blue as the sky or aquamarine crystal.
But it wasn't just your hair that fascinated her, but your eyes were also very enchanting, as if your eyes were sky stars, a mixture of purple, blue, yellow and gray and there were small white spots around your eyes, like beautiful sky stars.
Sighing softly, Esmera continued to mold gingerbread cookies, while asking you who looked so enthusiastic about decorating gingerbread cookies.
"So excited, huh? Have you never baked before?"
You who were so excited decorating the gingerbread that now looked like a person but in a small and bald version, looked at Esmera and shook your head slowly.
"My family doesn't have much money, so every week we can only bake bread that lasts for at least 1 week.".
In Esmera's eyes you are like a very small, cute and weak kitten! A kitten that needs to be protected and kept safe from the cruelty of this world.
Before Esmera could speak again, the door of the hut was forcibly broken down by someone who broke in!
Esmera was as fast as lightning even though Esmera was old, Esmera was still a nature witch. Esmera placed you behind her, with a silver dagger in her hand.
Esmera's heart screamed in panic!, how could she not feel the ringing of her illusion magic when someone entered the forest?!. There were only 2 answers, one could be that this person had a low life force so that her illusion magic considered something harmless, and the second was a kurkans, kurkans are strong, more stronger the kurkans, more useless a magic is!, but how could kurkans be here? The desert oasis of the kurkans tribe takes at least 12 days to get here
Both you and Esmera look in horror at the entrance to the kitchen.
The sound of heavy footsteps can be heard getting closer to the kitchen.
You of course hold a kitchen knife in your hand.
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Ishakan walks through each forest carefully, until he stops and sits sweetly on a tree trunk, looking towards the hut, Ishakan can see an open window, looking around the room, it must be the kitchen.
Grinning softly until he sees you taking a tray of cookies, your hair that he thought was brown, turns out to be as blue as the sky?!, oh by the old gods of the kurkans, Ishakan wants to come to you, claim you as his!.
You are so beautiful, so fragile and weak, so perfect for him!, his life partner!, his mate!.
With one kick, Ishakan came down from the towering tree, walking towards the door of his wild rabbit hut.
With one kick, Ishakan entered the house whose door had now been destroyed and fell to the floor miserably due to his powerful kick.
Walking slowly until he entered the kitchen, looking towards the corner of the room, where Ishakan was sure the old woman in front of you was a natural witch, because only natural witches used bone necklaces.
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Esmera stared in horror at the figure not far in front of her, tall, with a black leather robe, and a long-handled sword, and a smell that reflected an animal, kurkans!
With a sharp voice full of alert Esmera asked.
"Who are you?!, what do you want from our little hut?!"
Instead of an answer, a laugh! That deep and rich voice was what laughed at them.
You who were behind Esmera were increasingly panicking in your heart, afraid and thinking that this person was an enemy soldier who was still looking for you!!
"Calm down woman, I'm only here to take what is mine, my mate"
That deep voice that sounded very arrogant... have you heard it before! That exotic skinned foreign man with golden eyes like an animal?!.
"You?!"
Loudly and pointing a knife at the figure you pointed at him with full courage.
Esmera looked at you confused, wondering if you knew this figure.
Ishakan he laughed, seeing you in the corner of the room, very small like a rabbit or kitten that was growling at him, oh.. his partner was so cute and fragile. So soft and weak, really in need of protection.
Ishakan gently opened the hood of his robe, revealing his handsome face, decorated with a wide grin showing a row of neat and clean teeth and some of his fangs.
"You remember me right? I came here to take what is mine"
Esmera, she immediately knew what this figure meant!
"Listen Kurkans! You can't take her as your mate! This child is mine, I found her first!"
Emsera ran while carrying a silver dagger in her hand towards this stranger.
But what Esmera fought was a kurkans, of course Emsera was immediately defeated with just one flick of the sword handle that Ishakan didn't even open!
Esmera fell unconscious on the floor.
You who saw Esmera, the figure of the witch and your savior was already on the floor, in a state of fainting caused by the stranger you saved.
You froze stiffly, not realizing that the stranger you saved was already in front of you!
Your chin was raised, your galaxy eyes met the eyes with the golden irises of the animal.
The stranger spoke in his deep voice.
"Don't we know each other, my wild rabbit?"
Chuckling softly while stroking your face and your bright blue hair, a stark contrast to his brown hair, so smooth like silk.
The man brought his mouth close to your ear, whispering in his deep voice.
"I am Ishakan, Ishakan Kurkans, Your life partner. Your mate."
You stared at this man named Ishakan in horror as he stared at you with eyes full of love, passion and animalism.
His grin was the last thing you saw before darkness descended upon you.
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Aemond Targaryen - The Art of Persuasion
Summary -Â A determined woman uses her strategic charm to win the favour of the powerful Prince Regent. She navigates a delicate dance of influence and intimacy, aiming to transform their fraught relationship into a potent alliance while exploring the limits of their mutual desire.
Pairing -Â Aemond Targaryen x reader
Warnings -Â Sexual content (smut!)
Word count - 2119
Masterlist for Aemond ⢠House of the Dragon General Masterlist.
Aemond Targaryen, now ruling as Prince Regent and Protector of the Realm due to his brothers grievous battle injuries, commands respect across the kingdom. Yet, he remains unmarried, a notable void in his life.Â
As fate would have it, he needs a bride, and I am conveniently available.
I sat drumming my fingers against my teacup, the warm liquid causing the china to burn my fingertips. Lost in thought, I pondered the many ways I could persuade Aemond to marry me.
As the daughter of Jasper Wylde, spending time in the castle was not unusual for me; I practically grew up around Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena. My familiarity with the royal siblings was a double-edged sword.
Unlike Aegon and Helaena, Aemond never particularly liked me. His demeanour was often egotistical and unbearable, a trait that only intensified after he claimed Vhagar. Our interactions became increasingly strained as we grew older, creating a chasm between us.
Despite this, I couldn't ignore the opportunity before me. Marrying Aemond would secure my position and grant me unique influence within the realm. The prospect was too significant to overlook, and I needed to find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between us.
Aemond's cold demeanour and prideful nature presented a challenge, but I was determined. I would need to appeal to his sense of duty and ambition, perhaps even find common ground in our shared history.
I placed my teacup down, stood up, and smoothed my dress. My eyes flicked to where Aemond sat, a scroll in hand, surrounded by councilmen who seemed to be walking on eggshells around him. His intense focus and commanding presence filled the room a reminder of the power he wielded.
Loosening the bracelet on my wrist, I walked toward him with confidence. Just as I reached him, I bumped his chair, stumbling slightly to let the delicate jewellery fall.Â
The councilmen glanced at me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and annoyance, but I paid them no mind.
I bent down, maintaining eye contact with Aemond. My cleavage was in clear view as I picked up the bracelet.Â
"Apologies, your grace," I whispered, clasping the metal in my hand.
He looked into my eyes, then at my chest, his gaze lingering too long before he nodded, a grunt of dismissal escaping his lips. I straightened up and walked away without looking back.
This encounter, though brief, was a step forward. I had caught his attention, and now I needed to maintain it. Each moment with Aemond would be an opportunity to shift his perception of me, to transform from a mere childhood acquaintance into a potential partner worthy of standing by his side.
As I navigated the castle, I contemplated the next steps. I would need to weave a delicate balance of allure and respect, challenge and support.Â
Aemond's pride and sense of duty could be the keys to unlocking his heart, and I was ready to use every tool at my disposal to secure a future where we ruled together.
Days passed, and I inserted my presence into Aemond's life like a bee to nectar. Everywhere he went, I was there, sometimes in the background, sometimes in the foreground, reestablishing my place in his world.
I knew his routines, his preferences, and his triggers. I made sure to be there, subtly influencing his thoughts and actions, drawing him closer to me.
At the moment, I sat in my chambers, a hot steaming bath drawn by the handmaidens. Suds of soap covered a few inches of my body, and the flowery scent of lavender filled the room. I sat with my eyes closed, head tilted back, legs outstretched, and arms resting on the lip of the bath.
My chamber doors swung open, and I masked the smile forming on my face. I cracked open my eyes, staring at Aemond across from me. His face was contorted with confusion.
"A servant told me you wished to speak with me," he said hesitantly.
I sighed, feigning frustration. "I had wanted to speak later, not this instance," I said, making it seem like the servant had erred in conveying their message.
He hesitated, raising an eyebrow. "I have much more important matters to attend to than answering to your every beck and call," he said, taking a step forward.Â
His pride was evident, but I could see a crack forming in his facade.
I sat up slightly in the water, my movements teasing and slow, placing both my arms on one side of the tub, water droplets dripping onto the stone floor.Â
"You're right. I apologize, your grace," I said, standing up slowly.Â
His one good eye widened slightly, his intense gaze roaming over my body, a look of lust and hunger masking his face. He was giving in, slowly but surely.
I exited the bathtub deliberately, the water droplets pooling on the floor around me. I walked towards my thin robe, donning it and tying the belt tightly against my body.Â
The wet fabric clung to me like a second skin. I shook out my hair a little, taking a step towards him.
"I suppose now that I'm dressed, we can talk," I said. He blinked slowly, his stoic composure fading ever so slightly.
"What is it you wish to speak about?" he whispered as I took another step towards him, our bodies now only a couple of feet apart.
Aemond's pride was slowly crumbling, and I knew I had to strike the right balance to win his favour. My heart raced with the thrill of the challenge, and I was more determined than ever to make him see me as his equal, his partner, and his future queen.
"I've been observing the court," I began, my voice steady and confident.Â
"I noticed there's a growing discontent among some of the lords about the way certain territories are being managed, especially in the Riverlands. Their dissatisfaction could lead to unrest if not addressed properly."
Aemond's eye narrowed, his interest piqued. "And what do you suggest?"
"The lords need to feel heard and valued. We should send envoys to engage with them directly, listen to their grievances and offer tangible solutions. It's not just about imposing royal decrees, it's about showing that we care for the well-being of all our subjects."
He nodded slowly, clearly impressed by my insight. "That's a sound strategy."
I took a step closer, the scent of lavender still clinging to me. "Someone on your council needs to have their ear to the ground, someone who understands the subtle intricacies of court politics and the needs of the realm. Someone like me."
Aemond's gaze intensified, his admiration for my knowledge and strategic mind apparent. "You believe you can fulfil that role?"
"I know I can. I've grown up in this castle, observing and learning. I understand the dynamics at play and the motivations of the lords and ladies. I can be your ally, your advisor, and much more. Having someone like me by your side would not only strengthen your rule but also ensure a more stable and prosperous realm."
He studied me for a long moment, his pride and pragmatism warring within him.Â
Finally, he spoke, his voice softer, almost reluctant. "You make a compelling case. Perhaps I have underestimated you."
I smiled, the triumph tempered with genuine warmth. "I am here to serve, your grace."
With those words, I took a final step towards him, our chests practically touching now. I looked up at him, grabbing his hand and guiding it to the belt of my robe. Slowly, I made him untie it, shaking the material off.Â
He glanced down, following the droplets of water still running down my body. I maintained eye contact, watching for any signs of resignation before undoing his belt and slowly removing his clothes.
His breathing grew heavier, his body betraying the stoic facade he tried to maintain. I grasped his arm once more, walking backwards until the back of my legs hit my bed.Â
"Perhaps, your grace could use a moment of pleasure, a brief respite" I whispered, guiding him onto the bed and straddling him, my hips rocking back and forth against his crotch.
"Perhaps," he said, sounding almost bored, but his body said otherwise.Â
His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, his lips finally breaking into a smirk that spoke of both desire and amusement.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. "You carry a heavy burden. Let me share it with you. Let me be the one who stands by your side, in both the council chamber and in moments like this."
He let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening. "You are quite persuasive," he murmured, his voice thick with restrained passion.
"I aim to please," I replied, my voice equally hushed. "And I can offer so much more than just pleasure. I can offer loyalty, intelligence, and an unwavering commitment."
Aemond's eyes flickered with something more profound than mere lust. It was a mixture of intrigue, respect, and a reluctant recognition of my potential.Â
"Show me, then," he said, his voice a challenge.
I accepted that challenge with a smile, leaning in to kiss him, a kiss that was both a promise and a declaration. Our lips met, and the connection between us deepened, the boundaries of power and passion blurring.
My lips trailed down his neck, each kiss deliberate, my wet hair tickling his skin as I made my way down his body. His breathing grew heavier with each touch, his composure slipping.Â
When I reached his hardened cock, I swiped my tongue across the tip before licking down his length slowly, savouring the taste of him.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, halting my movements. "Don't tease," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
I smiled up at him, nodding. "As you wish, your grace."
I positioned myself on top of him, taking him in one smooth, deliberate motion. Aemond's groan of satisfaction was immediate, his hands gripping my waist tightly as I began to move.Â
The sensation was intoxicating, I rode him with a precise rhythm, every movement deliberate and controlled.
My hips moved in a steady, practised motion, angling myself just right to maximize the pleasure. I could feel his body reacting to each shift, each twist, and I adjusted my movements to keep him on edge.Â
The intensity of his groans and the way his hands gripped my hips told me I was hitting every mark perfectly.
"You're doing well," he murmured, his voice laced with approval.��
His hands roamed my body, caressing my curves, and exploring every inch of me. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest, my breath mingling with his.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice trembling with both effort and delight. "I'm going to be everything you need, everything you want."
Aemond's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes dark with lust and admiration. "You might just be," he admitted, his tone softening.
I quickened my pace, our bodies moving together in a perfect dance of desire. My movements were fluid and confident, each thrust and grind calculated to drive him wild. I felt every pulse, every tremor of pleasure as I adjusted my angle, finding new ways to make our connection even more intense.
The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, his groans, my soft sighs, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. We were both nearing the edge, and I felt the mounting tension in every fibre of my being. With each shift in rhythm, I pushed us closer to that precipice of climax.
As our movements became more urgent, Aemond's grip on my hips tightened. "You feel amazing," he gasped, his voice breaking with the strain of his mounting pleasure
I adjusted my angle slightly, aiming to increase the intensity. "Let go," I urged softly, my voice a seductive murmur against his ear. "Feel everything."
Aemond's eyes fluttered shut, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I continued to ride him with a relentless rhythm, pushing both of us to the brink. With a final, perfect thrust, Aemond's body tensed beneath me, his release spilling over in a series of deep, shuddering groans.Â
"Yes, yes," he moaned, the intensity of his climax overwhelming.
His pleasure triggered my own, a wave of euphoria crashing over me as I reached my peak. I gasped, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound mingling with my breathless cries.
We both rode the wave of our climaxes together, our bodies entwined in a final, ecstatic embrace. As the intensity faded, I collapsed onto him, my breathing heavy and satisfied.
Aemond's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. His voice was hushed but filled with a mixture of admiration and wonder.Â
"You've truly proven yourself," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "In every way."
A/n -Â turns out being persuasive can be quite the workout, who knew diplomacy had so many... physical benefits
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I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME - JISOO
kim jisoo x reader
word count: 3.5k
warnings: implied age-gap, class disparities, isolation, belittling, emotional manipulation, mentioned breakup.
synopsis: despite being broken up, you bet your wealthy ex-girlfriend still thinks about you.
there were many things you enjoyed about dating kim jisoo. the way her laughter could light up a room, soft but knowing, like she was in on a joke no one else understood. how her touch was always delicateâcalculated, evenâas if everything she laid her hands on was an extension of the control she had over the world around her.
but her wealth and status? no, those were never the reasons you stayed.
even now, walking down the narrow, cobblestone streets where red and gold leaves scattered beneath your feet, you couldnât help but be swallowed by memories of her. the crisp autumn air bit at your skin, a sharp reminder of the past, tugging at your thoughts like the wind tugged at your coat. it was in this season that jisoo had always seemed to glow brightest. her beauty matched the fallâeffortless, rich, like a vintage painting come to life. she was untouchable.
however, she was just as cruel.
you just didnât realize it at the time. how her perfectly manicured fingersâalways cold to the touch, always adorned with rings that shimmered in the dying autumn lightâhad dug deep, not into your skin, but into your spirit. each time she mentioned your "quaint" lifestyle, your "charming" lack of understanding about the finer things in life, it had been wrapped in a velvet glove of affection, so you hardly noticed the sting at first.
it had felt like walking through the falling leaves, admiring the beauty, unaware that winter was creeping closer, ready to strip everything bare.
she had always made sure you knew she was from another worldâone where silk sheets were the norm, where every meal came with a waitstaff and a glass of wine you could hardly pronounce. her apartment had been like a showroom, sterile and pristine, with floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched out over the city like a kingdom she ruled from above. and you, standing in the middle of it all, had felt small.
but now, in the aftermath, you could see how she had looked at you, like a pet project. an amusing distraction.
you remember the last dinner you shared at some restaurant you couldnât pronounce, where the chandeliers above flickered against the dim light and the leaves outside the window swirled like some gilded snowstorm. she had ordered for you without asking, her voice as smooth and cool as the autumn breeze that crept into the cracks of your jacket.
"itâs adorable," she had said, waving her hand dismissively at your confusion when the plates arrived, "how little you know about this. really. itâs sweet."
at the time, youâd laughed it off, sipping the wine that burned your throat more than it soothed. but now you realize how sharp her words had been, each one a blade wrapped in silk.
the holiday parties were even worse.
youâd always felt out of place, like an actor in the wrong movie, wandering through rooms filled with people who looked like they belonged in some old-world painting. there were always murmurs of stocks and art auctions, people in tailored suits that hung off them like armor. you, in your off-the-rack blazer, had felt like an imposter. but jisoo, with her arm linked loosely through yours, had moved through the crowd effortlessly, her smile cold and practiced, like she knew every secret and every face in the room.
the air inside was thick with perfume and candlelight, but it never warmed you. outside, through the towering windows of the penthouse venues, you could always catch glimpses of the world you belonged toâthe same city, but miles away, where people didnât wear silk scarves that cost more than your rent or talk about vacation homes in hushed, reverent tones. the autumn leaves that still clung to the trees seemed desperate, the last few hanging on in the icy wind. much like you had been, clinging to jisooâs side, pretending not to notice the subtle, cutting remarks sheâd make about your clothes, your taste in music, your background.
"you know," sheâd say in that breathy, disinterested tone of hers, eyes scanning the room like a queen surveying her subjects, "maybe next time you could wear something⌠a little more appropriate for the occasion?"
the words had stung, but youâd smiled, nodding like you hadnât just been dressed down in front of people who already looked at you like you were her charity case. youâd downed your drink, hoping the burn of it would distract from the ache in your chest, while jisoo had already moved on, laughing airily at some joke from a man whose name you couldnât remember, but whose disdainful eyes stayed with you long after the night was over.
at those parties, sheâd always introduce you the same way: âthis is y/n.â
nothing more, nothing less. like you were just another accessoryâanother piece of her perfectly arranged life. your name alone always hung in the air, stiff and formal, with no affection behind it.Â
it was a title, not a connection.
but the way she spoke about herself was different. she was kim jisoo, daughter of one of the wealthiest families in seoul, a woman who everyone admired but no one truly knew. she never missed a chance to remind people of her lineage, of her success, of the places sheâd been that you could only dream of. youâd stand there, smiling politely, the outsider in your own relationship, as she charmed the room with stories of her luxury trips to europe or some exclusive party sheâd attended.
you used to tell yourself that maybe this was just her worldâone you didnât quite understand but could learn to navigate. after all, you thought, love was supposed to be about growing, about adapting to each other. but now, looking back, you see it differently. you hadnât been adapting. you had been erasing yourself.
you remember the first time youâd seen her living roomâeverything about it had been a display of understated opulence. the couch, soft and inviting, had been custom-made in italy, a piece of furniture that cost more than youâd make in a year. the kind of thing you wouldnât even dare to sit on without an invitation.
sheâd caught you staring at it once, your fingers brushing lightly over the velvety surface, as if afraid youâd leave some permanent mark on it.
âdo you like it?â sheâd asked, her tone casual, almost playful, as she kicked off her shoes. organic shoes, sheâd saidâhandcrafted by a designer who only used sustainably sourced materials, each pair worth thousands. sheâd tossed them carelessly to the side, as if they were nothing more than an afterthought.
âitâs beautiful,â youâd breathlessly answered, unsure of how to respond. what else could you say? the couch was more than a place to sit. it was a symbol of everything that separated you from her.
the older woman had smiled, that knowing little smile of hers, and settled onto the couch, curling her legs beneath her. âit should be,â sheâd replied, her voice laced with a subtle arrogance. âit cost a fortune. but you canât put a price on comfort, can you?â
at the time, youâd nodded, sitting beside her, careful not to spill the coffee youâd brought from a cafĂŠ that seemed almost comically out of place in her world of curated luxury. but now, looking back, you realize how much weight that moment held.
the couch, the shoes, the apartmentâit was all part of the same narrative. jisooâs life was meticulously designed, every element perfectly placed to reflect her status. even her so-called love of organic, sustainable products wasnât about caring for the earth; it was about showing the world that she could afford to care. it was another layer of the image she presented, another way to remind you that you didnât quite belong.
the shoesâthose ridiculously expensive shoesâhad been one of the first things youâd noticed about her. how she would glide through the city in them, effortlessly chic, while you tried to keep up in your well-worn sneakers. how she never seemed to care about the price tag, because to her, money wasnât something you worried about. it was something you had. something you displayed.
you remember asking her about them once, marveling at their craftsmanship, at the intricate details stitched into the leather. âtheyâre nice, right?â sheâd said, almost bored with the conversation. âmade by a small artisan. i like supporting brands that are more...conscious. but itâs not just about the shoes, you know? itâs about a lifestyle.â
at the time, youâd nodded along, impressed by her philosophy, thinking there was something admirable about her commitment to sustainability. but now, with the clarity that only distance can bring, you see it differently. it wasnât about responsibility or caring for the environmentâit was about exclusivity.Â
jisoo didnât just buy things; she bought status. and as a result, she never let you forget where you came from.
she didnât need to say it outright; her silences were louder than any words. the way her gaze would graze over your simple gifts, a flash of disappointment quickly masked by a too-sweet smile. the way her laughter, always so soft and melodic to anyone else, would carry a sharp edge when sheâd point out how "cute" your attempts to impress her were. every look, every gesture, had been a reminder: you would never be enough.
and the holidays only magnified the divide between you. her family gatherings were a spectacleâelegant, with a quiet kind of opulence, but they were colder than the snow beginning to fall outside. conversations were distant, sterile, filled with politeness and half-meant compliments. youâd watch as jisooâs mother raised an eyebrow at you, a polite but questioning smile on her lips, while her father barely acknowledged your presence at all, too engrossed in conversations about business acquisitions and real estate.
you remember the first time you had brought her home to meet your family. the warmth in the room had been undeniable, even if the house had been modest. the table was small, the plates mismatched, and the wine was cheap, but there had been laughter. real, full-bodied laughter, the kind that left your cheeks flushed. but jisoo had sat there, stiff and out of place, a polite smile frozen on her lips as she delicately picked at her food. she had said all the right things, but you could tellâshe didnât belong in your world, just as you didnât belong in hers.
and after that night, sheâd never come back. not once.
"itâs not my kind of environment," sheâd said, as if your family home was some quaint little corner of a forgotten world. but you hadnât pushed it. youâd just smiled, hoping that love would eventually smooth out the rough edges between your lives.
but it never did.
your image of her entirely changed once she launched her own dior collaboration.
the transformation was undeniable. jisoo had always been poised, elegant, and out of reach, but when her dior collaboration was announced, it was as if she ascended to another level entirelyâa world you never truly belonged to. the moment you saw her in those campaign ads, draped in luxury from head to toe, with that distant, unreadable expression in her eyes, you realized something had shifted. it wasnât just the clothes or the brandâit was her.
the once subtle differences between you were now glaring. sheâd always had a way of making you feel small, of making the simplest moments feel like they were being measured against some invisible standard. but now, with the worldâs eyes on her, she no longer had to hide it. she wore her superiority like couture, and her status was no longer just an undercurrent in your relationshipâit was the defining feature.
you remember scrolling through your phone that first day the campaign was released, seeing her everywhereâbillboards, social media, magazines. her image was iconic, flawless, unattainable. the woman in those pictures wasnât the same person you once loved, or perhaps she was, and you had simply refused to see it. the jisoo in dior was the one the world adored: polished, elegant, and untouchable. and the jisoo you had knownâthe one who laughed with you on lazy sundays, who curled up next to you in bed with soft whispersâfelt like a figment of your imagination.
that night, you sat in your apartment, surrounded by the faint scent of coffee and fallen leaves, watching her face appear on the tv during yet another interview. the host praised her for her taste, her grace, and asked how it felt to be a global ambassador for such a prestigious brand. jisoo smiled that small, practiced smile, the kind that could melt an audience but had always left you feeling cold.
âitâs an honor, truly,â she said, her voice as smooth as ever. âiâve always been drawn to the finer things in life, and working with dior is the perfect alignment of that vision.â
drawn to the finer things. those words echoed in your mind long after the interview ended. it wasnât that she loved the finer thingsâanyone couldâbut the way she lived for them, the way they seemed to define her, made you realize just how different you were.
the last time you saw her in person, it was the tail end of last fall, the leaves almost entirely stripped from the trees, the sky a muted shade of gray. youâd met for coffee, though it felt more like a final performance than a reunion. she had walked in, dressed head-to-toe in dior, effortlessly chic in her monochromatic outfit, the click of her heels on the hardwood floor echoing like some distant reminder of all the ways she had outgrown you.
she hadnât even taken off her sunglasses, those oversized black lenses that concealed any hint of vulnerability. the moment she sat down, you knewâthis was the end.
âiâm heading to paris for fashion week,â she had said casually, as if she were talking about a trip to the grocery store. âthings have been busy.â
you remember nodding, unsure of what to say, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between you. there was no warmth in her gaze, no familiarity in her voice. the woman sitting across from you was a stranger, more concerned with her schedule, her image, her empire, than with you.
when you finally found your voice, all you could manage was, âiâm happy for you.â it sounded hollow, even to your own ears.
she had smiledâan empty, fleeting gesture. âthanks. itâs good to hear you say that.â her leaving behind the scent of her designer perfume felt more symbolic than it probably should have,
thatâs when you knewâthere was nothing left of what you once had.Â
the girl you had fallen in love with was gone, replaced by someone who only cared for power, prestige, and perception. and as the autumn wind howled outside, rattling the windows of the cafĂŠ, you realized you werenât mourning the loss of her, but the version of her you had once believed in.
jisoo wasnât just a woman anymore. she was a brand. a symbol. a masterpiece crafted by the very world she belonged to. and you? you were simply a chapter in her rise to the top, forgotten as soon as the ink dried.
you didnât date kim jisoo for her wealth.Â
you dated her for the way she seemed to know the world in a way you never couldâconfident, poised, above it all. you thought that maybe, by loving her, you could somehow touch that world too. but love wasnât what had tied you together. not really.
it had been power.
she loved the way you looked at her, like you were eternally trying to catch up. the way you stumbled over the names of her favorite designers, or blinked in confusion when she mentioned some art exhibit you hadnât even heard of. she loved the control. and youâgod, you had loved her for it. back then, you thought it was awe. now you see it for what it was: submission.
but there, in the middle of the bustling autumn streets, as you watch the leaves scatter across the pavement in a dance as fleeting as your relationship, you find yourself wonderingâdoes she think about you?
does she ever sit in that apartment of hers, surrounded by luxury and untouched by the season, and wonder what it would be like to be less than perfect? does she ever close her eyes and picture the messier parts of love, the parts she could never let herself fall into?
you smile bitterly, pulling your coat tighter around yourself. maybe she does.
maybe, even now, as you wander through the city you had once explored together, her mind drifts to youâthe one person who had never fit neatly into the frame of her perfectly curated life. maybe she remembers how, despite everything, you were never quite small enough to be molded.Â
and maybe, just maybe, in her moments of silence, with her designer bags and high-rise views, she thinks about how sheâll never find someone quite like you again. someone who saw her for more than just the polished surface she presented to the world. someone who, despite it all, had loved herâflaws, cruelty, and all.
the wind howls, scattering more leaves into the air, and you watch as they swirl and disappear. thereâs a certain beauty to the way things fall apart, you realize. a kind of freedom in it.
jisoo might not know that, but you do. however, your mind refused to let you rest.
it was 3 am, and you were still wide awake. the cold light of your phone screen cast shadows on the walls of your tiny apartment, worlds away from the penthouse where jisoo was probably fast asleep. you imagined her there, wrapped in those luxurious silk sheets, her breath steady, undisturbed by thoughts of you. in her city. the one that always felt a little brighter, a little shinier than yours. a place you never quite belonged.
your mind wandered, picturing her with someone new. someone from her world. the kind of girl who knew all the right names to drop at fancy dinners, who could wear those thousand-dollar organic shoes without feeling like an imposter. a girl with a perfect pedigree, someone who her friends probably thought was âbetterâ than you. you could almost hear them whispering it, their voices low but full of certainty.
it wasnât long ago that you had tried to fit into those circles. youâd been the outsider, awkward and out of place in jisooâs world of high-society dinners and private parties. but you tried, back when love made you brave, when you thought if you just held her hand tight enough, the rest would fall into place.
they let you sit at the table, once. out of courtesy, or maybe because you were still attached to her arm like an accessory she wasnât ready to give up. youâd laugh when they laughed, your smile tight as they sat around talking about the meaning of life, throwing around names of philosophers and books youâd never heard of.
âthe book that just saved me,â one of them had said, casually, like it was a known fact that certain books saved people. youâd smiled and nodded, even though the title flew right over your head, another reminder of how little you belonged.
jisoo had glanced at you then, her eyes softening in the way they sometimes did when she noticed you struggling. she squeezed your hand under the table, like she used to when you were still hers, when you thought her world was one you could live in.
but that was before. before the doubts crept in, before the weight of her world pressed down on you. now, it felt like sheâd moved on, maybe even found someone who fit in effortlessly where you never could. someone who didnât have to pretend.
you rolled over, the silence of your room closing in, and you couldnât help but wonder if she was asleep now, completely at peace. and if the girl in her bed had the right name, the right look, and could keep up with her friends when they talked about art and life and all the things that always seemed just out of your reach.
the thought made your chest ache, that deep, familiar loneliness that always seemed to come with thinking about her. about them. those nights when you sat in the background, silently wishing you could be enough. but no matter how much you tried, you could never quite silence the feeling that jisooâs friends were always comparing you to someone else, someone better.
and tonight, even though you knew it was pointless, you couldnât stop wondering if they were telling her that the new girl was everything you never could be. or maybe jisoo was out at one of those cool indie concerts she dragged herself to every week, trying to feel young, trying to prove she was still part of the scene, even though she didnât belong there any more than you did. it was always about feeling cooler than she actually was, pretending she wasnât inching further from the age of the crowd around her.
but even with her friends laughing by her side, pretending to be someone else, you knew the truth.Â
âi bet you think about me.â
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in the wake of stars... there, we remain
Do you wish to know the horrible truth? When I close my eyes, her memory does not resurface. I cannot remember her laugh, or even tell apart her voice. All that remains is the waking thought that she was the only woman I ever lovedâthe only thing I ever wanted. And the Abyss took her away from me. The gods took her away from me! And all the time in the universeâall the power this world has to offerâcouldn't fill the void she left behind.
ao3: in the wake of stars... there, we remain pairing: capitano x f! reader genre: angst, romance wc: 16k status: one shot art by: C50spicy
âGranny!â
âFreminet! Donât call her thatââ
A soft chuckle echoed in the closed room, halting the chastise the magician was about to bestow on his younger brother.
âItâs quite alright, Lyney. Iâm sure little Freminet meant no harm.â A pair of blackened hands patted the young boysâ heads, the blue veins marring the skin contrasting with the oceans of blond threads.
Despite Freminetâs endearment of the woman, no sign of aging was visible on her youthful face. A stranger might even proclaim her as an older sister to the infamous Knave of the House of Hearth. But the only thing stopping them from doing so was the darkened skin tracing from under her left ear all the way to the horizons of her forehead.
âCan you tell us the story again? Please?â The little blond diver sat near the womanâs feet, looking up at her with big beady eyesâone which always proved difficult to refuse, even for their âFatherâ.
âOnly if you promise not to call me an old lady again.â She playfully bargains with the child, although⌠[Name] wouldnât really mind either way. âNow, gather around.â She ushers the children to move closer to her, for which they happily obliged.
A rhythmic song echoed in the bowels of her soul as she silently watched the children talk amongst one another, a joy she knew could only live here⌠in this home, in this time, with them, and nowhere else.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom under the golden sea, there lived a knight, brave, righteous, and kind as they could be. And this knight, he loved no one else but the woman who threw flowers at strangers with glee.
The citizens loved this knight, and everyone wanted to be acquainted with him. But this knight lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by meâŚ
âHavenât I already told you to get lost?â
Cradled under a dome of a million stars, a noble lady stood far on the far side of the balcony, gazing down with fiery eyes at the knight looking up at her from below. Threads of [h/c] swayed by the eternal gale that rounded the kingdom every after-dark, ruffling the violet and golden garments she wore oh so devotedlyâa striking contrast to him who wore clothes darker than the void itself.
âAh, wellââ his voice echoes in the silence of twilight, hopeful at best, painted as desperate for the woman on the loggia.
âMy answer remains the same, Captain.â
Before the Captain could raise another protest, a plea for her to reconsider, the lady peered over the balustrade, angered at his stubbornness, âNo.â
She could not wrap her head around his insistence, at first finding it admirable before it morphed to be unbearable. Many times had she told him off:
âI must refuse your proposal, my lordâ
âIâm honored, really, but I cannot acceptâ
âSurely, a maiden far fairer than me would most wholeheartedly embrace your affectionsâ.
One would think that after three rejections, he would relent.
At one point, she believed him to have raised the white flag, given that he had ceased his advancement for a full fortnight.
That is until she ran into him at the plaza one fateful afternoon. Finding him surrounded by a sea of people both of highborn and low, militia and serpent knights, harboring him affection and regard.
The shadow of her presence was enough to stop their banters, the weight of her name parting the ocean of people, and before her⌠was a path that led right to him.
Snapping out of the memory, she is reminded that the object of her daydreams was still perched upon the street below her awaiting an acceptance that the lady swore would never come, even if he is a knight. âNow, if you will be so kind as to step asideââ
âMy ladyâŚâ
A sharp stare silenced the Commanderâs tongue, forcing him to freeze where he stands, burning the remnants of his thoughts. All that remained was the echo of her voice, the light reflecting off her eyes, the presence of her soul. He wouldnât have minded staying rooted there for the rest of the evening, shackled to that post until the end of his time, so long as she would be near. A call away, just over the wall, looking at him from the panes of her windows.
âPlease move out of the way, Capitano. I have more pressing matters to attend to.â
The Commander, as if time began to march slower, saw her marching towards the archway that would lead her indoors, and before he could detain his tongueâhis thoughts had run past his better judgement.
âThrowing flowers at passersby hardly seems to be of urgency.â
[Name] let out a scoff of disbelief, swiping away her hand that held the doorknob and turned to march back towards the balcony, peering down at him with all the disdain in the cosmos. The nerve of thisâthis⌠âA lot more concerning than having you propose another time when my take on the matter will not change. Now, move out of the way before I throw a pot at you.â
âBut why?â
The lady looked at him cynically, was he asking in accordance with his repeated rejection or for the threat of the pot? She would be happy to indulge in the latter, but [Name] knew that the ever-righteous Captain was not one to act like a fool⌠yet he continued to play the jester with her.
âAre we really going over this again?â She looks at him in exasperation, internally wondering how he rose to such power when he was stubborn as a mule. âHave you forgotten where you stand? I am a lady of the house [L/n], you are a Commander for the knights. Do you really dare have me be insulted by it all? Let me remind you again: from the moment we met all those years ago, when you had so brazenly declared to me that you would take arms and fight the heavens, your conceit and selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you will be the last man Iâd ever be prevailed upon to marry. And I would rather dine on the scraps of field tillers and cross the seven seas with no leverage than be courted by the likes of you. Good day.â
Capitano stared at her retreating figure, counting that as the fifth attempt to court her that month. And the overall hundredth rejection for the last five, or was it seven, years? Every time she turned down his advancements it had him motivated to do more, to be more, become better.
Because in his eyes⌠there was no greater blessing, no greater honor than to love her.
[Name] who offered him cakes and cookies down by the gardens all those summers ago, the one who ran down the streets to welcome him back, the little lady who pushed the swing when he sat alone by the playground. [Name] who supported his dream of knighthood, the lady who dressed his wounds, who wiped his tears, parted his lips so he could breathe.
Iâd be the last man sheâd ever be prevailed upon to marry⌠she didnât say sheâd never marry meâjust that Iâm her last option.
Even if the same [Name] now sneers at all things related to him and his status as a commander.
A foolish smile carved its way onto his face, eyes as deep as the depths of the ocean shining in delight at the newfound hope.
Thereâs still a chance!
But love didnât come easy for the knight, no matter the ardency of his feelings, the sincerity of his soul, nor the patience in his heart. The lady simply turned a blind eye to himâ
âThatâs awful! Mr. Knight must be very sad.â A little girl cried while her friend tried to console her by rubbing her back, the sight tugging at the seams of [Name]âs heart.
âIndeed, how cruel the lady must have been.â She agrees gently, curling a fistful of fabric under her touch, suppressing the urge to just run outside and comb the earth to make it all right. How cowardly was I to have shunned your affection for so longâŚ
Not long after, one of the older kids spoke her piece, âIf a knight as chivalrous as him had loved me, I would never let him go, not even for all the mora in the world.â
For a few arbitrary seconds, [Name] is left at a loss for words.
Perhaps itâs the curse taking effect or maybe itâs the regret clawing from the depths of her eroding soul. Still, it remained clear that the young ladyâs words were something she wished she had lived by all those centuries ago.
âNor I.â [Name] concedes, acknowledging the boldnessâthe genuinenessâof the childâs declaration with a look of understanding.
But no matter how we wish to change our fate, to pave a way for a better tomorrow, a waking moment where we arenât suffocated by the crushing weight of regretâthat was all they could remain as: wishes.
It didnât matter how ardently we pray for it to be true, how earnestly we chant so we could forge it into being⌠because when the dust settles and the moon is at rise, only then weâll knowâŚ
âYou see, children, to speak of love is an easy task, even the most vicious of people can do it. But to wait and prove that itâs trueâeven when there is no guarantee of getting loved in return, that is an act of faithfulness that cannot be accomplished by everyone. It takes merely a few seconds to profess love, but doing it takes more than a lifetime. And to find someone eager to spend that time with you⌠is a blessing that not everyone is fortunate enough to receive.â
âŚthat some tales are not fated for a happy ending.
The children looked at her in amazement, no matter the blights of her curse on her skinâhow it can easily depict her a monsterâLady [Name] is still one of the kindest people they have ever been lucky enough to meet.
Love didnât come in all the shades of the rainbow as the lady had hoped. Love didnât come dressed in willingness as the knight assumed.
Perhaps, in their hearts, they knew.
Sometimes, love can come painted like a summer night: dark as it comes but scattered with a hundred million stars. Sometimes, love is cloaked in hesitance: a gentle wave by the shores dyed with the warmth of a thousand suns.
And sometimes⌠love appears in forms we least expect it to take.
âYou turned him down? The Captain? The Commander of the Serpent Knights? The Captain?â
A young woman paced around the room, struggling to accept the story her friend told her only moments prior.
âYes, Peruveere, I did.â
[Name] rolled her eyes at the other personâs restless mumbling, continuously taking apart the petals from the flowers. And as if sensing the follow-up questions of her inquisitive friend, [Name] quickly attached the rest of her answers not a breath later, âYes, the Captain. Yes, the Commander of the Serpent Knights. Yes, the Captain. And yes, Il-Capitano, the ever-righteous, strong and brave, nigh-invincible Captain. I turned him down just as I had the previous time he asked, and the time before that, as well as all the other advances he had made. And I will continue to do so if he keeps insisting. It will not change.â
She tore another petal away from the stem, not sparing a single glance at the other lady currently losing her marbles over the simple matter of [Name]âs rejection of matrimony.
âBut why?â
[Name] tore her eyes away from the busy streets and looked over her shoulder to her friend with a stare of utter disbelief, as though she, herself, could not wrap her head around the question directed at her. [Name] could not choose which one of her inner turmoils would best fit the situation at hand: âYou know whyâ, was one, and âI cannot, in my wildest dreams, believe that you would really ask me thatâ, was another. Though it seemed that no matter the choice, it still would not be enough to convey the entirety of her plight.
âI know that look, missy.â Peruveere narrowed her cross-marked eyes at [Name], drawing lines in the air as if it would raise the stakes of an imaginary court to accuse her further. âYour thoughts are all over your face! Peruveere, youâre a fool to ask me thatâa lunatic to even ask whyâI question to this day why I am friends with someone as empty-headed as you.â
The obsidian of her hair shone under the golden light of the artificial sun, casting away the shadows of the locks of her hair that were colored in ivory.
âThose are your words, my friend, not mine.â [Name] smirked, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned to face the fuming lady before her. âYou know me, Peruveere, nothing in this world can persuade me into matrimony. If you wish to be tied to that man so very much, why donât you marry him instead?â she offered, smiling faintly at the prospect of having to get rid of that persistent knight.
Peruveere scoffed at the idea, waving a hand in the air as though it would scatter her friendâs ridiculous suggestions.
Soon after, her expression morphed into something far too difficult for [Name] to interpret, âOne day, [Name], you will wake up with your head in your hands and realize how wrong you were, and you will wish to have done things differently. You will wish that you loved him a little earlier so you could have loved him longer. And you will hear the echoes that my foresight was correct. The way I endeavored to inform you will come into light, and after all of that is said and done, only then will I trust that my earlier warning has been understoodâ"
[Name] let out a sound of alarm at the near cursing her friend was speaking, now it was her turn to wave her hands in the air as though it would rid of the baleful prescience. âStop. Stop. Stop!â
Peruveere ignored [Name]âs superstitions and instead opted to convey her thoughts on all the privileges that [Name] would possess once she is married to the Commander.
âEvery noble lady in the kingdom wants to be wed to Capitano! Heâs got it all, you know, titles, wealth, power, influenceââ Peruveere listed off his qualities from the tips of her fingers, explaining how each one of them would be beneficial to her and what it could mean for the years to come. Peruveere droned on and on until she finished at least ten laps on both hands, and [Name]âs ears were on the verge of caving in from how many times that brooding manâs name left the lips of her friend.
âAnd as your bestest, greatest, most fabulous, not to mention only friend, I have to root for you! I must! You two are practically born of the same soul! And to address your previous statement, no, I will not marry him on your behalf. Capitano is not what I look for in a man, he wears too much black, his friend on the other hand, oh my Dainsleifâhey! Where are you going?â
Peruveere quickly traced the steps of her departing friend, not quite finished with listing off the reasons why [Name] should accept the Commanderâs proposal.
[Name] reckons Peruveere could never understand.
She wasnât present at the time. She wasnât even part of [Name]âs life when it all came crashing down. So how could Peruveere understand why rejecting Capitano hurts [Name] more than it did him? Especially when he was so persistent, so dedicated, treating her feelings as though being at the receiving end of it was an honor far higher than the heavens. Especially because he does all of that.
Capitano gave it all⌠and it was being wasted when she could not bring herself to return it despite every inch of her soul begging her to do so.
âA place where I wonât hear another mention of that manâs nameââ [Name] saw Peruveere brace herself to question and quickly snuffed it out, ââor his accomplishments, his power, his oh-so-handsome visage, or anything even remotely related to him!â [Name] yelled, sick of all the iterating questions of why when she had already been so clear of her intentions. Peruveere, mother, even my sisters⌠all asking the same thing, and no matter my answer, they still wonât relent.
â[Name]âŚâ
She snapped out of her thoughts, the consequence of her action hitting her with full force as she looked at the stupefied expression on her friendâs face. âPeruveereâI⌠I apologize, I did not mean toââ
Peruveere caught the hand that was reaching out to her, encasing them fully in warmth as she gazed at [Name] in a kind light. âNo, I should be the one to apologize, [Name]. I shouldnât have pushed you too far. If you donât wish to speak about him or hear of his person, then I wonât tell of him at all.â
Peruveereâs patience ate at [Name]âs heart, flooding it with guilt. Words said on a whim that hurt her friendâs heart when all she ever wanted to do was ensure that [Name] could live with someone by her side.
Perhaps Peruveere did understand. Maybe she understood far more than [Name] could have.
âIf only my family was as accepting as you.â [Name] could only smile at her kindness, squeezing the hand that held hers.
The two friends laughed at the thought knowing well that the heavens would fall before the great house of [L/n] weakens their immovable resolve. [Name]âs lineage wasnât exactly known for being one of the friendly fellows of the kingdom, with their emotionless fronts, and closely guarded connections, it proved to be difficult to even just see one of their own walking down the streets as leniently as [Name] did. Their headstrong attitudes and unrelenting tendencies to stop at nothing to get what they wanted drove any and all coming acquaintances away.
It was a miracle that [Name] even had Peruveere for this long.
âI just⌠donât wish to be unhappy all my life.â [Name] admits sadly, choosing to look at the dust littered on the cobblestone path.
âWhat do you mean?â
The chatters of everyday life seemed to blend in with all the colors of Khaenri'ah, until all that remained was the echo of the man loved by all⌠and yet loved only her.
She laughs and caught Peruveereâs stare with a net of fearâfrightened of the uncertainty that came with a person like Il-Capitano. âI hear what people say about him, too, you know. The ever-righteous Captain, the nigh-invincible Captain, the brave and fearless Captain.â
âAll good traits, are they not?â
[Name] gave her a pained stare, âWhen people put him in that light, he is. Yet all the same, it paints him in a different color⌠like heâs so far away. Donât you fear that someone possessing such unprecedented righteousness is a latent danger? How⌠how could someone like that ever truly live? Will he ever truly confide? What if I am the embodiment of all that he detestsâeverything he cannot accept? Could he still bring himself to love me just as he proclaims?â
âYou have yet to know that, [Name].â Peruveere shook her head, trying to coax her friend out of the spiralling doubt, âIt isnât fair to put assumptions on him when you havenât given him the chance to act on how he really feels. He loves you. For eight long years heâs proven it, practically reformed the heavens so his adoration for you could be caged by the finiteness of this world!â
[Name] denied her friendâs suggestion, finding it too farfetched to be bled into reality.
How could she bring herself to believe his sentiments to be true when the prime of his promises to her had been broken from the moment he turned his back on her that fateful night?
I want to love you, I really do⌠but what would become of me if I gave it all to you once more? I know itâs tiring to loveâto wait. I know Iâm not the only one drowning in this ocean of grief when a thousand others were subjected to the same heartache.
But why does it feel like such a sin to love you now?
I donât know how Iâll free myself from this fearâthis soul-binding fear of leaving it all behind.
âLove is an illusion, Peruveere. We believe it because we havenât seen whatâs beyond that. That just as easily as you claim it to be true, it is just as easily goneâtaken away before we know it.â
Because what if I did do itâleave everything behind? And what if beyond that, you will leave me, too?
Peruveere sighed in surrender. [Name] spoke words of fear, sentiments plunged in the depths of heartache, a great many things to project hostility but they all meant one thing: come and save meâif you truly love me, take me away from here. That much she understood, it was [Name] who was blinded by her shadows who remained cloaked in ignorance.
âBut he might prove you wrong if you give him a chance.â
At her words, [Name] raised her head to look at her, and Peruveere took it as a sign to continue.
âTell him of your grievances, what makes you happy, the things that upset you. Perchance you might find him a lot more flattering than he does you. He isnât asking you for a thousand chances [Name], just one.â
âCan I escort you to town, my lady?â
âMay I have the next dance, Lady [Name]?â
âPlease, do me the honor of accepting my hand.â
âAnd what if it doesnât work?â She whispers, feeling the tears prickle at the back of her eyes.
Peruveere smiles, caressing the hills of her cheeks, âYouâd be surprised at how often it does.â
The lady found herself tracing the paths of the past. How the pillars of her fear formed the walls that guard her frail heart. Underneath the mountains of rejection, blanketed by years' worth of injustice, numbed by the unrelenting march of time, there existed a version of her⌠who had once loved the knight more than there were stars in the sky.
âAre you so ugly that you have to hide behind a canvas of the evening sky?â
The masked squire pivoted on his heel, nearly swatting her head off clean with the wooden practice sword.
âWhoaâhey!â
A flock of birds flew away from the volume of her voice, shaking the foliage bordering the courtyard. A gentle breeze swayed between the falling leaves, scattering a palette of white and yellow petals in their wake, painting upon the once-green lands with their hue.
Domed by the artificial Khaenri'ahn sky, a young lady and a young boy stood face to face. One with a soul as radiant as the stars in the heavens crouching down to cover her head, and another dyed in the color of the midnight sun, entranced by her abrupt advent.
As if realizing the silence left by their strange encounter, the masked boy quickly got down on one knee and struggled to find the words to say, fearful that he might be offending a prominent figure in court. âI apologize, my lady. I did not mean to endanger you in any way.â
The young woman, as though struck by the reminder of their difference in status, quickly gathered herself: pulling her figure from the ground, patting away the micro spectacle of dust that had managed to touch her expensive dress.
âAhem.â She cleared her throat, every bit of her mannerisms hinting that she was not used to interacting in such a formal fashionâas though she was not used to interacting at all! She took a peek at his still kneeling form, not finding him the least bit familiar, he must be new. She memorized the slouch in his shoulders, the hesitation in his movements, the threads of obsidian hair protruding from under his ridiculous helmet.
âYou are pardoned, please rise.â
A younger version of [Name] stood before the young boy.
âYou are most kind, my lady.â
The one who would soon be known as Capitano.
The lady, curious of his reasons for hiding his face, went by the gardens to pursue an answer. Unfailingly, for three full moons and a crescent, she sought out his company. Finding even the most mundane questions of everyday life directed at him, yet the prime interest she had was not answered until the first fall of the snow.
âI hope you like the cakes. The helpers in the kitchen always seem to make far too much of it,â the young lady walked around the edge of the winter wonders, watching as the young knight trained even under the descent of the cold. âAnd because no one wants to share them with me, I am left to enjoy them all.â
The young knight, ever so subtly, turned his head in her direction, a small gesture to let her know that despite his straining routines he would always make room for the things she had to share.
âIâm glad to be the one who shares them with you, my lady.â
[Name] caught herself smiling at the knight, feeling as the flames stemmed from her racing heart all the way to the horizons of her fingertips, casting fire to the hills of her cheeks, the bowels of her soulâthe embers in her mind.
No words followed those fleeting sentences, only the breaths of a diligent knight, and a lady brimmed with adoration. The heavens falling to witness the waltz of two souls, dancing to the melody of a tune made to bind for all eternity.
The knight ceased his practice, drawing nearer to the lady waiting by the steps.
She could have watched him from the balcony, or not at all yet here⌠in this place shrouded with the harshness of winter, closer to where he wasâthere, she stayed.
He began to wonder, when did I begin to see like this? As though all of the heavens and the earth only came into being so they could hold you. What greatness did I do⌠that I am worthy to behold you? That I am so fortunate to have existed in a timeâa place where I could love you as much as I desired?
Driven by the intensity of his emotions, the knight turned his back and began to walk away from her.
The lady, unsure of what to make of it all, snickered under her breath. [Name] found his behavior strangely endearing, to think one of the most skilled in knighthood could have been rendered flustered just by the thoughts running in his head was something not even the greatest of alchemists could conjure.
With a small laugh, [Name] stepped a foot into the snow followed by another, slowly tracing the footprints the knight in front of her had carved into the winter treasures.
The knight, who had initially only intended to break away for a few seconds, took notice of the way his lady had started to walk upon the path he made. With a smile of his own, he began to take wider steps, knowing that she would surely start to struggle.
[Name] had to leap in her step to continue her little fun, but the added distance in the interval of his steps along with the weight of her clothes had her stumbling a few moments later.
The young knight, ever so quick in his steps, turned with swift haste, catching her in his arms before she could hit the snowy ground.
A different object, however, had fallen into the snow.
âOh,â Her breath was painted white from the cold, yet her eyes reflected the deep blues of the irises that looked to her with such ardent affection. âYou arenât ugly.â
But stars did not shine, they burned. And just as quickly did the snow thaw, the reality of their distant worlds had dawned on them. Lightning painted the canvas of their skies, ripping it open for the rain to fallâdousing the embers of their adoration for one another.
âPlease⌠I beg you, do not go.â An older lady clung to the cloths of a manâs armor, hugged by the artificial lights of the Khaenri'ahn sky⌠the two lovers held onto one another as though it was their last day on this land.
The man touched the ladyâs cheeks, ridding the mar of silver water racing down the canvas of her face. âI must, my dear. It is my duty.â
The Serpent Knights have been called to defend the borders of the kingdom from the ill-will of the abyss. A duty that was promised honor, gratitude, and legacy whether they emerged victorious or notâwhether they returned breathing or not at all.
[Name]âs father was a knight bestowed the rank Captain, prestige that came with the comfort of wealth, and the oath of power. But for her mother, who loved her husband dearly, all it came with was the looming danger, the never-ending saga of fearing for his life.
And even if [Name] was still beyond the sense of maturity, she could piece apart that much.
Many words were exchanged by her mother and father, promises of eternity, a love to last a thousand lifetimes and a thousand more after that, that her mother only needed to waitâwait, and surely, her husband would return to her.
Yet as selfish as it sounds, even if oaths were broken and lives were lost, her mother didnât want her father to go.
âIt is also your duty to stay by your familyâs side! We need youâI⌠I need you.â
âBut the people need me more.â
[Name] who was watching from behind a towering pillar, looked at her father in disbelief, feeling as the little crevices in her heart began to rip its surface clean. Silently coming to terms with the truth that knights and all that they were associated with will always, unfailingly, put their duty above any other.
The real world was not like the stories her father had told her. Knights do not stay with the people they love when a kingdom is in threaten for ruin⌠they go out there and fight for the kingdom they had sworn to protect.
Even if it cost them their lives.
Even if the price paid for a momentary tranquility is the anguish of a broken heart, a wifeâs grief for the loss of a husband, a daughterâs heart shattered to a million irreparable pieces at the loss of a father, a family torn apart so another could live completely.
And as if the universe wanted to play, [Name] found herself looking into the abyssal canvas of his face on the far side of the courtyard, almost as if she was asking him the same request as her mother did to her father.
âDonât goâŚâ
But she knew that this righteous knight, the ever so brave recruit, the nigh-invincible young Capitano was the same as her honorable father.
Even if the price paid for a momentary equanimity was the silence of a lover, the heartache of a soul left alone in the world, a heart once entrusted to the hands of those who had sworn never to break it, shattered by the same hands.
Because that was the price you paid for loving a knight.
The weight of the years numbed the pain, and the tears had blurred the memories. Yet all the same, it proved that no matter how deep the valley that severed their ties, it could not hide the lingering affection littering the oceans of their skies.
"Oh, Il-Capitano~ Commander of the Royal Army."
âWe have most patiently awaited your safe return.â
âWhat an honor it is to have someone like you in the kingdomâs service.â
Nobilities and common people alike gushed at the arrival of the esteemed commander. One enshrouded in the colors of the night, with what looked like the heaviest coat in all of mankind draped over his shoulders.
He marched through the gates of the kingdom perched atop his tall, midnight steed. And as if feeling her drilling stare, that faceless helmet turned to gaze in her direction. A simple gesture, one which a stranger could have passed as nothing but a meaningless movement, but to [Name]⌠she knew, that it meant more to the knight than the praises sung at his name.
Perhaps it was a trick of the light, or the sadness clawing its way out of her soul. [Name] would have taken any other explanation, any other reason, so long as it wasnât the one forcing its way through her throat.
For a fleeting second, everything had crumbled away. In the place of that tall, imposing, broad-shouldered knight was a younger boy, one whose eyes looked far too hesitant to urge the stallion forward, his form was slouched, often kneeling before her, he who had promised the world.
Yet when she blinked, both figures were gone, one buried under the weight of time, and the other marching forward, once again turning his back on her.
No longer a young, naĂŻve, lovestruck squire but a revered commander, righteous, brave, and powerful.
Rumors in the plaza spoke about how the Commander never smiled, or that there was nothing in his life other than his duty and the endless battles against the abyss. But the conversation that sparked about the most was the mystery behind his mask.
Others spoke that his face had been scarred by his countless conquests that he had no choice but to hide it from his enemies, while some say that he was born unfortunate in the department of looks therefore forcing him to wear such a thing to shield his deformed face from the eyes of the public.
But [Name] knew otherwise.
âIsnât this exciting, [Name]?â Her friend, Peruveere, looks to her with eager eyes.
The young lady was a descendant of the previous dynasty, named Crimson Moon. Peruveere was the one who had so boldly claimed to be her friend after [Name] had thrown a fistful of flowers at her by accident.
[Name] shrugged and pretended to be indifferent to it all, forcing herself to look away as she felt his stares burn holes into her very being. "Eh, I've fallen witness to better."
That was a lie, of course.
The only one that could ever hope to best him in anything was himself, and [Name] was sure that the ever so charming Il-Capitano, Commander of the Royal Army, knew that for himself. But [Name] would rather eat all the snow in her courtyard than have to admit that to his face or anyone for that matter.
"The cats loitering the streets would hiss at you for saying that. Even they admire Capitano." Peruveere shook [Name] back and forth as she eagerly watched as the fleet of soldiers march back to the palace grounds.
[Name] tried to ignore the incessant beatings of her heart at the mention of his name. One which she hasnât spoken in a long, long while.
"He looks far more miserable since the last I saw him." She unconsciously whispers, tracing the outlines of his shadows until his figure is nothing but a speck in the far-off distance.
Then again, how long has it been since I last saw you? Certainly not long enough!
"Perhaps it's because you keep declining him." Peruveere perks, smiling pointedly at [Name] who was still looking in the direction of the castle.
The lady let out a bitter chuckle, of course, Iâd never marry him!
Capitano returned to her all those moons ago, nearly after three years, he returned.
But by then, her heart had come to realize the weight of his promises. That next to his duties, they meant absolutely nothing.
"Oh, woe. His poor soul." She emptily comments, finally tearing her gaze away from the reminder of his broken oaths.
"Please, [Name]. Miserable, yes. But poor he most certainly is not." Peruveere hooks an arm with [Name] and dragged her to descend the steps of her balcony.
"Do tell, Peruveere." [Name] rolls her eyes at her friend's antics, with half a mind listening to her ramble on and on about the oh-so-amazing Capitano, as they walked the now-empty streets to the plaza.
"All that power and wealth to his name and he commands half the Royal Army." Peruveere boasts as though speaking about that man made his achievements hers as well.
She really does hold that⌠man in high regard.
"The miserable half?" [Name] jests, leaving a fuming noble lady on the side of the street.
And so, tired of the longing glances and hearing the rhythm of two souls crying for one another, the heavens had moved to have it ceasedâŚ
Far into the depths of the night, when the trees slept and the lands were blanketed in silence, [Name] found herself standing by the steps that led to a courtyard.
Although this time, the space before her was covered with blades of grass and blossoming flora, the breeze was not sharp but rather a gentle lull in the ever-growing warmth of the seasonâa great contrast to a time when this place was riddled with cold, covered in his footsteps, thriving in the words he had no intention of keeping.
âMy lady,â he whispers, drawing nearer to her. Close enough that his breath tangled with hers as the warmth of his hand draped over the hills of her reddened cheeks. âMy heart calls your name, unfailingly, every night. My soul desires to see youâfar too much that it has my gaze lingering in everything that reminds me of you. Each day, this feeling in me grows and I fear that the skies can no longer house them.â
âI love you, [Name]⌠most ardently, please allow me the honor of staying by your sideââ
â[Name].â
The sudden call broke the young lady from her daydreams. She turned hastily to meet the tired eyes looking straight at her.
âMother.â
With the golden light of the chandelier seeping past the windowpanes, the scenery before her nearly resembled a painting of the heavens⌠except, the subjectâs face was dyed in colors of lonelinessâher motherâs heart died along with her father many, many years ago.
âYou have a visitor.â She states plainly before tracing back her steps to enter the house once again.
[Name] furrowed her brows in confusion at who could be visiting her at this ungodly hour. Surely, Peruveere was sound asleep by now, and even if she wasnât, her mother would never go as far as tell [Name] of her presence when she was already known by her entire familyâsheâs my only friend, it would be strange for them to do so.
As she stormed her brain for any other acquaintances who might be brave enough to knock on the gates of her home, the sounds of heavy footfalls and the clinking of metal chains flew past her ears.
Until a large body loomed over her fretting figure.
Even if she dared not to look, the strangerâs shadowâall broad-shouldered and imposingâalready told her enough that this was no acquaintance.
Are you starving for another rejection? You really are thick-facedâŚ
âCommander.â She greets coldly, curtsying for the sake of formality, rising once more to bravely look at the nothingness that shielded his face.
For a moment, Capitano did not know what to say, rendered speechless by the weight of reality that she really was standing in front of him. No longer crowds apart, no wall stopping him from seeing her, no meddling audience.
Just him and her, at last.
âYou look well, my lady.â He smiles, although it was quickly wiped away by the steely expression still plastered on her face as well as the realization that she could not see him.
âI have no interest in making small talk with you, Commander.â [Name] looks away, turning her attention to any other thing that wasnât the darkness in the place of his visage. âSpeak of what you want and be done with it.â
A faint click resounded in the silent atmosphere followed by a small sound of something hitting the earth. Capitano decides then, that if [Name] was going to drive him away no matter his intentions, it was best to just be honest and let all this tangled mess unravel thread by thread, even if it cut and strangled him in the process.
âYour mother⌠desires our union.â
[Name] spun on her heels at the imprudent claim, raising a finger to point at him daringly, âBy that you meanâyou desire this union.â
The now unmasked knight gently shook his head in denial, taking a small piece of parchment from the insides of his cloak, one which was sealed in the sigil of her house.
In a hurried panic, the noble lady swiped the paper from his hand, and every bit of him burned at the faintest graze of her touch.
With unbattered patience, Capitano watched as her eyes traced the ink that was bled onto the paper. He was over the stars, yes, but above all else, he wanted to know⌠if she wished for this to come into reality.
âYou schemed this.â [Name] looks to him in disbelief, a line of silver brimming the horizons of her eyes. She clutched the paper so tightly that the mountains of her knuckles had been painted white, and the parchment had nothing left to do but rip apart at the center from the intensity of her hold.
Capitano awaited her to draw nearer, pressing his lips together before he whispered, âI did not.â
âYou did.â She insisted, stopping in her trails once she was close enough to look him straight in the eye. âBecause why now, out of the many times I have been suave by some nobleman did my mother finally agree? To you, no less. And I mean that in every possible offense.â
His ocean eyes searched the contours of her face for any hints of remorse, traces of hesitation, creases of considerationâeven the littlest of faults, he would have accepted. If she was hiding them, her true emotions, even just a speck of the love he once held in the palm of his hands, then he must let her know that she was doing a splendid job.
âWhy do you detest me so?â He asks softly, unconsciously raising a hand to caress her face but before he could, [Name] had already turned away.
The lady let out a loud scoff and began to walk away from him, blatantly avoiding his questioning gaze.
Unable to hide his frustration, the knight gambled his chances. "Tell me then, that I am not wanted."
[Name] halted in her steps, still looking in the direction of the bordering trees. Desperately ignoring the echoes of a treasured memory formed once upon a time in the same place she stood upon now.
âLeave, Commander.â She says, in a tone so bitter she could almost taste it.
âLook me in the eye, My Lady.â He urges demandingly, softlyâ âStep forth and tell me that you no longer want me. Scream at me. Command me to step aside, show me that I am the last man in this world you could ever want to marry. Then, my heart is yours to break.â
Capitano was not one to relent, choosing to close the distance between them in a few calculated steps, standing in front of her way.
âTell me, what I did to have warranted your aggression. I will make it right, and I swear to you that I will do no such thing to tarnish your honor or be the center of your unhappiness.â
And after many, many years, [Name] finally gathered the courage she stacked upon one another and looked him in the eyes. That same pair of irises, dyed in the colors of the ocean that haunted her every waking moment.
âYou Serpent Knights and your promises. Cease them already! You know you will break them sooner or laterâyou always do, unfailingly. And you always will.â She seethes, hitting his chest as if doing so would make the pain in hers hurt less.
âI will not.â He counters, raising his arms to wrap around her frame.
âYou will. Donât lie to me!â
âI wonât, and I would never.â
[Name] clutched a fistful of his clothing, pulling him closer to herâfar too near that one push would have his lips grazing hers.Â
âAlright then, swear to me right now that youâthat you will not die. That when we are wed, you will return to me no matter whatâthere will stand no mountain, no ocean, nor lifetimes between you and me. Swear it. Say it to me right now.â
Capitano stares at her silence, long gone was the frail young lady who adored pastries. Her eyes shone in a vibrant light, the walls around her heart falling brick by brick to allow him the honor of gazing at the years of anguish she had endured by his single mistake, the passion in her eyes burning straight through his will to speak. This was the most she had ever spoken to him.
âI⌠â He whispers, desperately fighting off the urge to just draw nearer and end this agony. I love you.
âYou canât.â
[Name] laughs bitterly, freeing her hold on him and walking past his figure.
No matter the years that passed him by, Il-Capitano remains the same righteous, brave, and powerful Serpent Knight. [Name] was not about to succumb to the shackles of matrimony with the inkling thought that she be a widow once the threat of war arose. She will not go down a sinking boat. Be married to a dying man.
âThatâs a big promise.â Capitano swallows the lump in his throat as he watches her walk about the garden, ever so close to walking away completely. And he had this inkling thought, if she were to leave his sight right now, he would never see her again.
âYouâre drawing the shorter end of the stick with me,â those were her words all those years ago, when his attempts were nothing but a flickering flame. NaĂŻve, in the kindest words; half meant, in the worst.
Still, the way she had so kindly given him a choice on the matter had him steel his resolve. How easy it must have been for her to say no, tell him offâthat she wishes to never see his face again, be near his soul, or be reminded of his existenceâbut she didnât.
Even if it slipped her thoughts, what she gave him all those moments ago⌠was a chance.
One chance. One take. One moment to make it all right.
And all of the heavens will be damned if he did not take it.
Capitano did not speak of love to her, rather he showed it with every atom of his being. In every breath he took, all the gazes he sent her way, in his lingering but persistent affection. There, right along with him⌠his love had existed.
[Name] remains in silence, trying to suppress the trembling of her voice. He was not one to relent, not then⌠and most certainly not now.
It was useless trying to get soldiers to choose their personal attachments over the good of the many. Thatâs why I dearly detest them. Why allow yourself to love, to make home in the heart of another⌠only to leave and never return? Â
Capitano waited for her, even when there was no guarantee that she could love him in return.
If she would have him, he would have all the eternities to tell her he loves her.
But here, when she is not so accepting of him, he would not do it.
âI would rather live my days as the most unfortunate man to ever come into being than to live a life where you do not know that I love you.â
And his sentiments had sought him in his every waking moment.
âBut for you, anything.â
[Name]âs world came to a standstill.
Every star nestled in the depths of the cosmos had ceased their dance. Blackholes frozen mid-spin. Nebulas that scattered like clouds lulling at the echo of his words. It drifted from galaxy to galaxy, in different timelines, in every version of existence.
"I would have seized the stars for you if you asked." He continues, taking step after step to close the distance between them, a silent promise that once she allows him to be nearâa place in her life where he could stay, he would never leave.
Capitano could never have fathomed the gravity of those words, pulling every world she built, the doubts, the longing, every molecule of eagerness... they collided, spun, condensed, and burst forth to resound his words for all the eternities to come.
"The stars?" She echoes.
Everything began spinning fastâtoo fast. The colors around her merged, blurring her surroundings until all she could see was him.Â
"Taken every single one of them." He affirms, tucking a stray lock behind her ear. "I would tally the heartbeats of every single thing that has ever lived on this planet, count the grain of sands in the deserts, drain the oceans, freeze the skiesâyou will only ever need to ask⌠and I will make it so. This is how much I would love you, if you will have me. You only ever need to say one word. Speak my name, and I am yours... from now until you are sick of me, 'til the last of the embers burn out into oblivion, until life ceases to existâeven beyond the destruction of nothingnessâI am yours."
She allowed him to cross the distance between them. Not raising a hand in protest when the expanse of his palm had covered the plains of her cheeks.
She didnât utter a single rejection when he touched her forehead with his, not even when his nose brushed against hers.
"In your acceptance, and in your denial... I am yours. In death and life. In the wake of destruction and reform. In this soulâbefore and beyond. Yours... and no one else's."
She didnât do anything, even when the softness of his lips had descended on the meadows of her hairline.
Capitano, her memory reminded. Oh, but how could she ever forget? Not when he was looking at her like thatâlike one word from her would send him to paradise. She should be the one looking at him like that.
Because as it stands, [Name] was already thereâin paradiseâas though his soul was the shadow that guards her everyday life, the scent of flowers that follows her like daylight⌠the love that soothes her heart, every time he was away.
And so, the woman set her heart free and granted the knight a chance.
The lady and the knight loved with a love that was more than love.
Affection that was far from perfect, but they were made perfect for each other.
And so⌠love was made perfect for us.
The sound of waves crashing against the rocky mountains filled their hearts with ease. Nothing but the serene symphonies of nature pooling within the depths of their ears.
A thousand wonders brought by autumn descended from the trees, now looking as if they were reaching for the vast, multi-painted sky above. The breeze carried the leaves dyed in shades of vermillion and gold, scattering them across the earth.
The ladyâs sudden laugh broke apart the peaceful atmosphere, making his heart tremble in delight as his head ever so slightly looked to her direction.
The way the late afternoon breeze danced with the threads on her head, eyes reflecting that of the sun which sat on the hands of the seemingly never-ending ocean. Her face that looked as if a painter spilled a bucket of orange dye on it.
His deep-colored irises stared at her with wonder.
And Capitano thought to himself, how could anyone⌠be as lovely as her?
Feeling his gaze fall upon her, the lady tilted her head in confusion, a small yet playful smile resting upon her lips. "What are you looking at, man?"
Raising his bare hand, the knight gently rested it on her cheek, leaning in to touch her forehead with his before momentarily closing his eyes only to open them and whisper...
"I'm looking at you, woman."
The lady wondered then how she could have endured denying the knight for so long when the light of his love was something she now no longer knew how to live without. She asks the heavens for answers, and sometimes even herself if the reason she was born long ago was so she could live in this plane of existence⌠and be loved by him.
The day the heavens bestowed upon the land a gift so majestic and wonderful that the earth has marveled upon it ever since its descent from the gentle hands of the clouds was beginning to dawn upon them once more.
At least... to the knight who loved her dearly, it was his interpretation of the special occasion. Her birthday. He was always so dramatic, that one.
His ocean-dyed eyes stared lovingly at the lady who stood not too far from where he was currently leaning against the threshold,
The knight observed the woman from a distance. His heart free from wickedness.
Ever righteous, they spoke of him. But with her, Capitano was certain he would do unspeakable things to those who dared bring her harm. Brave, still⌠he feared her denialâthat a day will come when she realizes she did not want him anymore. Powerful, so why did he feel no power when he stood next to her?
Why was he anything but their depictions when she was the one standing in front of him? [Name] could have seen him as anything⌠yet she chose to see him as he was, as Capitano. No more, and certainly no bit less.
He loved her so, even more than his own life. And his affection for her flourished like fresh spring flowers each and every single passing day.
There was just absolutely nothing about her that he couldn't adore. The little things like how she would swivel and sway with the leaves when she danced with the melody of the breeze, exclaiming that the years of arduous dance practices had finally been put to good use, or when she would hum a tune when the silence was too heavy to bear.
To the knight, everything she did represented grace and beauty in a different light. She was simply just... heavenly.
When the light of the crescent moon penetrated through the curtain of clouds, the knight knew that the awaited day has been gifted to both him and to the woman he loved.
The gentle rhythm of waves crashing against the shoreline filled the silence left by the cold evening.
As quiet and light as a feather, he approached her, draping a shawl over her shoulders before sitting right next to her on the bench.
The woman was not the least bit startled by her lover's stealthy advance, far used to it more than she would have liked to admit. In the place of caution was peace; his presence helped calm whatever disaster was brewing up within her.
And ever so subtly, his warm fingers interlaced with her own. The little touches had flames burning at the tips of their fingers, crawling their way to the caves of their hearts, bursting forth to drape them in a blanket of fiery warmth.
"My dear, the moon is beautiful, isnât it?" The woman's gaze turned towards her lover the moment his endearment left his lipsâa far wanted term than the ever-so-formal my lady.
"Indeed, it is..." A gentle smile replaced the previous dazed expression that had been painted upon her face.
Nothing more was said within the next few passing moments. No words in all the letters of the worlds could describe the way their souls seemed to long for the other's presence.
"Thank you, my love." She spoke in a gentle whisper, leaning her head to rest on the expanse of his shoulder.
The midnight-eyed knight craned his head to face the lady who was still staring at the moon, admiring the way the lights above reflected the colors of her face.
"What for?" He questioned, unconsciously rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.
She gave his hand a subtle embrace of her own, smiling at him with such gentleness that he was afraid she'd break at the lightest of caresses. "For staying..."
For remaining by my side even if there was nothing for you but denial. For your persistence. For your affection. For everything and anything all at once. That youâve loved me even if I was the least deserving of it. Because you didnât surrender.
You had so many chances to give it all upâso many reasons to grow weary and leave, but you didnât. You found reasons to stay.
Caught off guard, the knight could only stare at her. An unexplainable blend of emotions swirling within the pools of blue that tinted his irises.
Iâm happy to be at the end of your adoration.
He chuckled at her sentimental declaration, indeed... everything she did was absolutely breathtaking.
"Come." He urged, tugging at their entangled limbs, prompting her to rise to her feet.
"Alright, alright..." she laughs, "so impatient."
And with the flick of his wrist, Capitano interlocked their hands once more. His bare hand found anchor on her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Resting his forehead against hers, he swayed her to a melody that was nothing but silence for the rest of the world and yet a string of sounds of the most wonderful tunes for the two of them.
Indeed, love does work in mysterious ways.
The commander unhooked his hands from hers, circling one around her back, while the other carded the threads settled upon her head.
"Happy birthday to you, my love." He whispers, his featherlight breath tickling the shell of her ear. "Make a wish."
Just as how he embraced her with utmost respect and adoration, she did the same for him: hugging him tighter as she muttered the words that made his heart almost leap out of his chest.
"Be mine."
Capitano tucked away the stubborn lock of hair behind her ear, gazing deeply into the depths of her irises, memorizing the lines etched on her pupils, the way her lashes would graze her cheeks in the stray moments where she blinked. Iâm in love with you. He hung those reminders of her like stars, formed constellations in her glory so that he may be reminded that no matter where he went⌠a place existsâa time existedâwhere she and he lived under the same moon.
"Already yours."
But the angels, not half so happy in the stars, envied the love of the knight and the lady. And that was the reason as all men knew, had them move everything to have their love ceasedâŚ
Magnificent, that was what he was.
Rain clouds blotted the vast sky, casting shadows upon the face of the lady who stood by the loggia. Her feet freezing her to where she stood as her eyes settled on the dark gloom ahead. The once gentle gale of the season had turned sharp, as though they carried shards of broken glass along with their escape. She listened intently to the whispers of the people, carried by the trees who had lived long enough to tell the tale of a dynasty made strong by human hands.
Her vision, though still a bit hazy, had begun merging the two-layered images that had played out in front of her: the sun that was nearing the end of its time of the dayâlittle twinkling dots that had scattered across the palette of colors that painted the sky, and him, the anchor amidst this hell-bound storm.
His words flew from one ear and out the other, all she saw was the crumbling castle, pillars that held every brick and structure made strong by humans be submerged into the depths of the waters below.
What a terrifying sight indeed, such treasures kept hidden from the cruelty of this world.
And ever so softly did she feel a gentle tug on her hand, a small affectionate gesture that had urged her to move forward in order to match the pace of the one in front of her. Slowly but surely, her sight had focused on a man whose back was turned against her, the gentle yet impactful approach of the frost wiping away the footprints he had imprinted as he had continued to lead her to his desired destination.
Up on that hill stood a tall gateway, towering pillars of nothingness standing on either side.
Embers descended from the sky like the first fall of snow, and the flames of the heavens shone brightly as though they were stars.
His feet carried him from the bloodied pavement and onto the grassy ground that had covered the small hill.
âGo.â He whispers, pushing her towards her escape.
It felt cruel to do this to herâto [Name]. To ask the only woman he loved⌠to let him go.
Their laughter resonated within the empty atmosphere of that scenery. Her smile, so bright it put even the setting sun to shame. But now, only the thought of reality remained, crushing them from its weight.
âNo.â [Name] shook her head, latching onto his bloodied sleeve, preventing him from marching back to all that desolation. âDonât go, please. I beg you⌠donâtâCapitano, please.â [Name] fell to her knees, the seams of her clothing dyed in the hue of life that stained his shoes.
â[Name]âŚâ His hands blanketed hers, gentlyâdesperately trying to pry her grip open.
âNo. No, no⌠youâyou swore to me. You promised me. You gave me your word.â
Her ears struggled to process what her Knight was saying. Everything sounded as if she was submerged in water and yet her eyes could see the knight tense and stagger as he fought to keep his own morals for her survival.
Capitano knelt before her, discarding the veil he put upon his head, just as he once did all those moons ago.
He knelt beside her and caged her face between his hands. Capitano took it all in, everything. From the way the threads laid upon her head shone under what little luminescence embraced them, her ears that pointed a little too sharply, the little dots that littered her skin, her eyes brimmed with silver, the rivers of water that raced down her rose-dyed cheeks, the tremble of her lips, ones that he had never got to tasteâand he never will. He seized them all, plucked them one by one, and hung them like stars. He engraved them all in his darkened skyâswore to heaven and earth that he would look to them every night... because after this moment, he knew he would never see them again. âAnd I intend to keep it.â
Finally, as twilight settled upon the two lovers, the knight turned and faced the woman he loved so dearlyâfor the last time, the last time in a good long while.
"Wait for me, my love. Wait for me, and I'll come back to you."
Even with her silver-brimmed gaze, the magnificently terrifying sight of a giant wall frosting into creation had slowly seeped into the crevices of her being, serving as the cold that froze her heart.
Through the tears, she stared at his unmoving figure. This time, Capitano was facing the enemy.
âI hear what people say about him, too, you know. The ever-righteous Captain, the nigh-invincible Captain, the brave and fearless Captain.â
âAll good traits, are they not?â
Il-Capitano.
âWhen people put him in that light, he is. Yet all the same, it paints him in a different color⌠like heâs so far away. Donât you fear that someone possessing such unprecedented righteousness is a latent danger? How⌠how could someone like that ever truly live? Will he ever truly confide? What if I am the embodiment of all that he detestsâeverything he cannot accept? Could he still bring himself to love me just as he proclaims?â
The ever so righteous commander, the brave and fearless captain, the powerful captain.
âYou have yet to know that, [Name]. It isnât fair to put assumptions on him when you havenât given him the chance to act on how he really feels. He loves you. For eight long years heâs proven it, practically reformed the heavens so his adoration for you could be caged by the finiteness of this world!â
But to her, he was simply just Capitano.
The commander she loved.
âI hope you like the cakes. The helpers in the kitchen always seem to make far too much of it, and because no one wants to share them with me, I am left to enjoy them all.â
âIâm glad to be the one who shares them with you, my lady.â
The kind and affectionate captain. My one love⌠Capitano.
âI love you.â She whispers to the wind.
It dawns on her then, that she never really said those to him. Capitano told it to her through a hundred thousand different actions yet sheâshe had never told him. Not even once.
âI love youâŚâ
And nowâŚ
[Name] didn't fear if another war was to come, nor did she fear that he would turn his back on her and cast her away againâno.
What caused her heartbreak was the certainty that after this... nothing would follow.
She would be stuck in stagnancy; in an endless cycle of trying to figure out what she could've done better. How she could have changed his fate, free him from the holds of death. Wondering that if she did things differently then things wouldn't end up like thisâthat she wouldn't have to be forced to see him leave⌠when she wasnât ready to let him go.
I just got you⌠donâtâdonât leave me so soon. PleaseâŚ
Deep down, no matter how much she tried to deny, [Name] knew what would come once she opens her eyes.
â⌠thank you for the adventure.â
To my Captainâdarling, dearest, dead.
  Many suns have risen. The lands are riddled with ruins of dynasties who once thought they would last for eternity. And the gods have been replaced⌠yet here, I remain. In this desolation, in the midst of destruction, cradled under a hundred thousand lights, I linger.
  The echo of your laughter haunts meâeven if more than half a millennium has dawned. I have seen more than a myriad of faces, descendants of those who once believed they would parent no children⌠and every time I do, I am reminded of you.
  Of your ardent affection, and bold declarations. Your promises of eternity, and the dedication that came along with itâyet you were the first to fall, the first to stand against the ones who threatened our home.
  Your love will see me in forever. Just as you had sworn. You, however, will not.
  My Captain⌠my love, my darling⌠my dearest.
  When we crossed paths, my life began. As though the once monochromatic mundaneness of my every waking moment was dyed in thousands of shades of color by your dark, and brooding figure. I told you, didnât I? That when I pictured my life beyond it all, it would not be with you. I spoke the words, âI would prefer to eat the remains of field tillers than be courted by the likes of youâ, still, you did not relent. I once had thought that you were a madman, choosing me out of everyone elseâwhen you could have had anyone, yet you declared your love was mine to hold. I told you that you were getting the short end of the stick with me⌠and you said the words, âIâd rather live as the most unfortunate man for all my days than to live a life where I cannot love youâ. So dramatic, that you are. If you werenât a commander, you could pass as an actor.
  Sometimes, love came as simple as staring at the moonâbut sometimes, it was as arduous as forcing the heavens to align. Still, I loved doing both for you.
  My life began the moment you made yourself known to me. My Captain, my dearest⌠my one true love.
  I once had thought that the hardest thing in life was to find someone you couldnât live without⌠but now it seems that itâs harder to live life without himâwithout you.
  My life began with you, so why is it that before long, yours had ended�
  Your love was my haven, a paradise in this space riddled with chaosâcomfort in a place destined to ruin.
  Oh, but how quickly did it all crumble. How hasty sunshine leaves when the rain clouds loom. And how the heavens cry when life is devoid of meaning⌠devoid of you.
  What would the gods ask me to do? Who will the abyss have me become? What more do I have to surrender to have you return to me?
  Tell me, and Iâll do it. Iâd reform the universe if I must. Iâll make it so, if they would grant me another chance. Another life. Another universe. A next timeânext life⌠to have even just a few more seconds with you. To have you tell me that youâll be leavingâso Iâll be able to let you know⌠if Iâm ready to let you go.
  But if fate is kind, if destiny permits, and you find the chance to come home to meâIâll cherish our mortality, no matter how fleeting. Even if you return with a face blanketed in shadows, memories as fragmented as the skies above, a body crumbling from the cruelty of time... I would still know you. Your soul sings of love in gentle lullabies, whispers as warm as sun-kissed fire, tethered with hopes for another morrow. I would know you. Even if I am caged by darkness, drowned in silence, slipping from the threads of life⌠I will know you.
  And I will love you. I will love you all the same.
  My Captain. My darling⌠my love.
  In this space, in this life, how very fortunate was I to have loved and have been loved by you.
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Domed by an endless blue sky, children of all ages slumbered for the welkin to shine upon. Stars drifted amidst the ether, sending all that lay within its path with promises of a home that differed in shape and size. Melodies of the late summer breeze echoed throughout the home of the hearth, swaying the curtains to the rhythm that it carried along.
[E/c] irises reflected all the hues the heavens had to offer, light that had traversed the bowels and lengths of the cosmos reached the ends of its journey when they drowned in the depths of her forlorn gaze.
âThank you for accompanying the children, Lady [Name].â
Walking between the borders of dreams and reality, the Khaenri'ahn womanâs dazed figure snapped back to the present: eyes darting back and forth, left and right, desperately trying to search for the voice that rattled her solitude.
She has seen that face countless times, Arlecchino. The Knave. Wolf in sheepâs clothing, they call her. But to [Name], Arlecchino has always been kind. A little on the intimidating side yet remained kind either way.
Arlecchino was the one who took her from the Doctorâs hold and gave her a place to call home. She gave a stranger food and clothing, accepted her and let her be near the children.
Perhaps itâs that kindness that had her vision altering to picture someone else. The one who shares the same blood as that of a soul she knew so long ago.
It felt surrealâas though she was still stuck in that nightmare.
â[Name]âŚâ A small voice called her from the side, before long, cold fingers clutched the hem of her sleeves.
The young woman turned her gaze to her friend, Peruveere. Her cross-marked eyes glistened with unshed tears, hands trembling from the weight of fear blossoming in her heart.
[Name] felt her heart drop at the vision before her. Blood stained her friendâs clothing, falling so freely down the concrete flooring. Part of her face had begun to be caged in frost, blinding her completelyâyet she remained hesitant to freeze the one standing before her.
Fragments of her sanity had been lost⌠still, her heart remembered that the one in front of her was someone she would always loveâeven as the darkness threatened to swallow her whole.
Before [Name] could support the bleeding lady, a deafening sound shattered the earth, shaking the buildings, and marring the ground in deep valleys.
Peruveere looks to [Name]âan action she was surely going to miss, to see her beloved friend, her only friend, before the world endsâbecause she knew, seeing her wonât happen again for a long time.
What a great adventure it was⌠to have been friends with you. To be near close as sisters. Even when I was cast away by the rest, you remained. Even when you had nothing to gain from me, you remained.
âRun.â Peruveere gave her hand one last squeeze before she pushed her out of the balcony.
If fate allows, and destiny is kind⌠would you meet me in another life? Can I be born again⌠and take walks with you around the plaza? Throw flowers at strangers in another life? Talk behind other peopleâs backs in another life? Can we be friends again⌠in another life?
Can I have another chance⌠in another time⌠in another universeâŚ.
In another universe, in another time, another chanceâŚ
Lightning struck the place where [Name] once stood, then a blood-curling scream followedâPeruveere.
In the place of her ivory hair was a faceless entity, shrouded in obsidian and the colors of the sky. The hands that had once held hers so kindly had been covered by blades, claws in the place of fingers, a danger in the place of comfort.
â[NAME]!â
Thunder echoed in the skies, lightning broke apart the heavens, carving a way for the creatures of the abyss to swarm her home.
The woman had no strength to rise from where she had fallen, her eyes staring in shock at the way a wall of ice grew from the ground upâshielding her from the creature that overtook her friend.
Her only friend PeruveereâŚ
Before long, the lady found herself looking into the void of someoneâs face. Capitano.
Ringing in the depths of her eardrums was a rhythmic echo of stone crashing against the ground.
âMy love.â She breathes, staring at him with hazed eyes as she looks to him and back over at the wall of frost. âPeruveereâsomething⌠IâI donâtâwhat is going onâsheâs still out there, oh godâPeruveere.â
â[Name]ââ Capitano caged her trembling hands in his, trying his best to rid of the blood that drenched the pads of her fingers.
âIâIâm never going to see her again.â She cries, gripping the hands that held her so tenderly. âShe was my best friend, and I didnâtâI didnât even hug her. I never even got to tell her that she was right. Iâll never get to tell her anything ever againââ
ââ[e]? â[Name]? Lady [Name]?â The calls gradually faded into a dull echo, one tune called to her in a familiar way, warm, and kind⌠and the other was cold, and distantâthe one that bled into reality.
[Name]âs search ended when she met a familiar cross-pupiled stare. A small, sorrowful smile carved its way onto her face.
âAh, Peruveere⌠how nice of you to come back to life. Have you come to gloat on me and tell me of your fated premonitions.â
The Knave, far from the one called Peruveere, patiently corrected the immortal woman. âI apologize my lady, but I am not the person you speak of.â
Ah, I knew that.
âOh. Are you certain? You look just like her, except your tongue is on a leash.â [Name] laughs softly, âPerhaps itâs better. I wouldnât know if that fool could have stomached living for so longâŚâ
More than anyone I knowâŚ
âWhy is that?â
[Name] looks to Arlecchino with a playful smile, âAh, are you sure you arenât her? She used to ask me that countless of times. Always with the whys.â She laughs, caressing the side of her abyss-tainted face.
âIâll tell you just this once, so listen closely⌠because she would have gone mad with griefâexisting when all that she loves has gone.â She whispers softly, fighting back the tremble in her voice. No, she couldnât burden this descendant with the memories of a friend lost in time.
But she took one look at her, the one they call Peruere, yet all she could see were the fragments of the one she called Peruveere.
If this was her way of telling [Name] the âI told you soâ, she would take it.
Peruveere could gloat and gush and ramble on and on about the Knights of the Khaenri'ah and [Name] would be sure to listen.
âThough it would be nice to have walks with her again. And talk behind other peopleâs backs⌠throw flowers at pedestrians.â
They could take the longest way home, pick the food that would take hours to finish, watch the longest play at the theatreâanything, if it meant Iâd get to be with you longer.
Arlecchino drew closer to where the Khaenri'ahn woman sat, shutting the windows close. âMaybe another time, my lady.â She offers kindly.
[Name] looks to the Harbinger with a small flickering hope. âYes⌠another time, Iâm afraid there exists no such thing as that for her.â
Her words had the white-haired woman stop in her wake, âI seeâ. âThen, perhaps, in another life.â
[Name] laughs bitterly, a droplet of stars falling from the eroding side of her face, âAnother life⌠huh?â
"Can't you see?â She whispers, âThat doesnât exist. Not for me, or Peruveere. Not even for him who so valiantly declared his promises. There is no next time! There's no next life! There is no other universe. It's a nice sentiment, believe me, it is, but this is it. This is all we get. But god⌠what I wouldn't give to have a next time. A next life. To be given just another chance."
Another chance, and Iâll be true. Another life, and Iâll do you better. Another time, and I wonât waste a single second. Another universe⌠and Iâll love you rightâfar more than I could have here. Perhaps there, you can keep your vows, fulfill the promise you gave me.
I am here, my love⌠Iâm still waiting.
I have faced many losing battles, the loss of my father, my dream, my heart shattered beyond repair. But in all of that, I had you. I had you and it was enoughâenough for me to gather all my broken pieces and hope for another day.
Everything would be alright because I had you.
Everything would fall into place because you were there. And life would take on different forms, different meanings, different paths because I had you.
âIâm still here but where has he gone?â She asks.
But how would I find my way now?
Every ray of hope disappears before my eyes.
I'm not sure I even know what happiness means anymore.
My existence is no longer necessary in this world. The gift of lifeâthe curse of immortality ever so potent, ever so meaningless when all else is gone.
âTell me where to lookâwhere to go, the promises I have to say, the gods I have to trick, what I must surrender. Only tell me the way⌠and Iâll do it. No matter the journey, no matter the hardship, no matter the cost.ââ
My love, my dearest... my Captain, how I miss you so.
Arlecchino looks to the woman, unsure of what to say.
She has faced plenty of formidable enemies, even formidable allies⌠but not one as unconquerable as the grief that came with the curse of immortality. She knew only two others who hail from the same land the Lady [Name] had come from, but even they spoke none of the anguish that came with the price they paid.
How could she have stomached living for so long⌠when there was nothing left to live for?
âIâm still waiting⌠so he has to return. He has to come home. Come back to me. Iâm still hereâŚâ
Maybe that was it.
She held onto this personâs promise of return. How cruel, to have been given hope by a dying man. To live in a world where another has gone is truly one of the greatest sorrows a soul can face.
âMy colleague is from Khaenri'ah, my lady. They call him Pierro, perhaps he can be of service to you.â
In the wake of stars, the shadows of galaxies, and in forever... there, we remain.
Domed by the ether of the land of fire, a fragment of a soul exists. Clothed in the colors of the night with a face shielded by the void of his helmet that he wore so devotedly, unfailingly. Â
Stillness blanketed his surroundings, only the songs of the seelies dancing in his midst and the faint droplets of water hitting stone echoed in the closed space.
It felt so long ago... that the embrace of the land was this mellow. The sensation was akin to receiving a hug from someone in the bleakness of winter: loving, comforting... warm.
It was just how he remembered it would feel like.
"You long for something." The Lord of the Night speaks, her voice sounding as though it came from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "Your heart screams at you to drop everything and look yet your mind shackles you to remain."
Capitano let the words settleâa statement, so it would seemâa question was its true form. No matter how the ancient being phrases her intentions, Capitano knew just as much that Yohualtecuhtin already holds the answers.
"Why do you hesitate, Outlander? Is she not all that you have ever wanted? Everything you have fought and lost to protect? The home you'll return to once the dust settles?"
The Harbinger let the ancient beingâs words sink into the horizons of his shattered soulâa piece of what was once whole.
"She was."
Silence dyed the dust motes fluttering in the air. The Captain's answer seemingly weighing them down to stop their eternal waltz. Even the lullabies of the seelies floating the perimeter had dwindled to a whisper.
âThose blessed in sound will not know the turmoil of silence. A man raised in peace remains ignorant to the loss of war. And if the reason for my travels is my destinationâI would have never left her side.â Should Capitanoâs visage be free from the shadows of darkness, the reflection of an ocean of regret would be far too painful even for an entity as wise as the Night to witness.
âI returned to her, many times⌠but there was no one to return to.â
For years on end, that was something he struggled to accept. She doesnât exist anymore. Not in all that ruin, not in the center of all this life.
But Capitano, in his grief, thought that anything could be brought to life.
He was free to dream, even the one he serves did not deprive him of that, but every fragment of hope he managed to stack upon one another was continuously knocked down by every passing sun that sought after him.
Capitano thought anything would be possible.
So, despite not believing in any deities, he prayed to every star, to every god that he knew that his beloved was alive. That [Name] was somewhere in this world, just waiting for him to return. Every meteor that grazed the sky and set alight the night in streaks of fire, heâd catch them all. Every aurora. All the full moons. Even for the slimmest of chances that heâd be heardâthat his prayer would be answered.
He did not wish for a thousand things, not even a hundred, just one.
One wish for the heavens: to see her again.
Capitano did not need them to bring her back seven times, just once. Once and it would be enough. He would ask this of them, only this, and never again will he want anything more.
Only grant me this, and I will never ask anything of you ever again. Â
Ignorantly he believed that if he wished for it eagerly and hopefully enough, the universe would move the stars to make it so.
But for many centuries, they ignored his prayer.
"Do you wish to know the horrible truth? When I close my eyes, her memory does not resurface. I cannot remember her laugh, or even tell apart her voice. All that remains is the waking thought that she was the only woman I ever lovedâthe only thing I ever wanted. And the Abyss took her away from me. The gods took her away from me! And all the time in the universeâall the power this world has to offerâcouldn't fill the void she left behind."
Capitano's power fluctuates, threatening to burst from the nothingness festering inside him. He would have permitted it. Let the anger and sadness wreak havoc on the lands just as they did in their homeland. He would have done soâonce.
All those moons ago when her image haunts his dreams, when her laughter echoes through the valleys, and her figure lingers in every turn. He would have let it all burn, bury everything in eternal frost so that they may see what it's like to exist when there was nothing left to live for.
Feel for themselves what life means when everything else is gone.
"So why do you linger?" The Lord of the Night asks patiently, calming⌠soothing, as though she knew the heaviness of the burden the Harbinger had been carrying for the past five centuries.
Why do I? Why am I the one permitted to live? Why are you the one trapped under the ruins of our home? Why?
"Because I am ashamed.â He admits.
âAll humans fear death, Outlander. Even the bravest of warriors are afraid to fall.â
âNo.â Capitano denies, clenching his fist to control his breathing, âTo be wounded in battle is nothing to be fearedâdying to defend your kingdom is an honor. But when I looked at herâwhen I looked at her as she watched me walk away when I swore to her that I was never going to do it again, all I felt was indignity.â
âWhen I fled and went forth with my escape, I saw her there. Waiting. Waiting just as I had told her to. I knew then, I would never see her again.â
Back then, Capitano should have frozen the entirety of the ruins of his home, blasted the debris inching closer to where she remained, subjugated the creatures of the abyss that threatened to hurt herâanything, anything to keep her alive.
But he didnât.
âI am the only one left to remember her. The only one to speak her name. The sole monument that once upon a time, she, too, had existed. And when I think of her for the last timeâwhen the echoes of her memory fade into eternity, only then will I know that I am worthy enough to meet her again."
The Commander of Khaenri'ah would have never spoken words plunged in the depths of cowardice. In the wake of the falling stars five hundred years ago, he would have done anything.
If she was taken to another world, Capitano would cut through the skies to find her. If she ceased to breathe in this space in time, he would transcend realitiesâsearch the bowels of the cosmos to see where she'd gone. If she were to ask to see him, even for the most fleeting of seconds, he would drop everything and come running.
He would have done anything.
And that was the part that riddled his heart in fear.
Because what if it wasn't enough?
Capitano was one of the most powerful people in the land. His name drove fear into the hearts of those who heard it, had them anticipating their deaths, finding their nights spent in restlessness at the thought that heâd take away their lives in the blink of an eye.
Crossing paths with the Captain was something you would not even wish on your enemies.
But this Captainâthe one drowning in the oceans of his grief, chained down by his loneliness, awaiting the moments of his last breath... could care less for names and titles.
He reckons she would have reprimanded him for that. She'd even go as far as to demand him to take the matters of sovereignty and lordship a lot more seriously.
And he'd laugh at her, of courseâa melody that could render even the most talkative of noble ladies to deafening silence. Always a stickler for the rules, that one.
At the end of the day, when the twilight settles, and the last rays of the sun slip under the blankets of the horizon, his mind would drift to the impossible and pathetic thoughtâone which he never fails to think about for every moon that rises, and all the suns that have goneâhas she been reborn yet?
Having been serving under the majesty of the Tsarista, there was no way he would know for certain. Or at least, that's what he's been telling himself for the last few hundred years.
Capitano has seen the wonders of this world more times than he could count. He's met with a myriad of leaders and lords. Witnessed as the cultures of these mortal beings be brought to ruin and reform once more.
He closed his eyes for every reminder of herâthinking that it was better to live in ignorance of her presence than to have been led on only to be betrayed by his own heart, his own hope turned against him.
Capitano encased her memory in frost, put her in the deepest part of his mind where she could not haunt him. He forced himself to burn the desires of his soulâto see her, to hear her... to tell her that he loves her and that he would give anything and everything to change her fate. He numbed his heart to it all, compelled himself not to think about her.
For every venture beyond the walls of ice, past the snowy hills, and the frosty palace, Capitano felt her get further and further away.
And soon enough, her memory had altogether faded from his mind.
He'll wake in the dead of the night trying to piece together her image, guess the color of her eyes, remember what shade her hair was, what her smile looked like, the sound of his name when it was her who had said it.
He'd try desperately to replicate the scent that followed her like daylight, the clothing she adored, the sounds of her footfalls.
But nothing ever felt right.
He'd tell himself over and over again that he did not deserve to remember herâto miss her when he was the one who threw it all away. I miss you all the same. He'd whisper repeatedly that he was not allowed to hurt, that his heart had no right to break for all that he lost when he had the choice to keep her memory alive, but he didnât. It hurts all the same.
Capitano would chant it like a mantra. A prayer for his punishment. But even as he tells himself that so long a time has passedâthat he had no obligation to continue loving her, a ghost from a kingdom in ruins, a phantom in a land colored in life. I still love you... I love you all the same.
In the frozen wasteland of every passing second, the echoes of her joy would come rushing back to him. The warmth of her loving hold, and her fleeting touches saturated in adoration.
No matter what he did, where he went, who he met... Capitano always thought about her. Are you happy? Are you eating well? Do you get enough sleep? Have you fallen for another? Does he treat you right? Do you miss me? Are you looking for me? Do youâwill you still love me?
Whenever he departed, Capitano went with the hopes that by some stroke of fate, he'd run into her. When he would turn the corner, she'd bump into him. Or perhaps walk past each other on the street. Go to the same tailor in town.
Or that I'd see you... even if it's from afar.
But it wasn't enough to just hope.
Yet that was exactly what he'd been doing for the last thousand suns that had passed him by.
He wonders, if he had only risen to protestâto deny the fate the heavens had set for her⌠would she still be here? Would he not feel this twisting sense of guilt knotting his stomach? Feel as the threads of his heart come undone at his powerlessness?
Capitano knew he should have done more. He could have tried, as soon as he was ableâand he always wasâas early as he attained power... he should have tried, to look for her, to get a glimpse of her shadow, just to put his heart at ease.
But he didn't do that.
Perhaps it's the gnawing fear of finding her soul nowhere in this worldâthat he'll finally see that he's left alone in this plane of existence, where she can only live in the memories he forced himself to shatter, fragments of it carried away by the zephyrs of grief.
âYou speak of my longing, YohualtecuhtinâŚâ He spoke into the silence, his footsteps resonating in the hall of stones, âSurely, you would wish for the same. Wish to be closer to demise if it means youâd meet the one you love. To rid of it all so youâd reach the ends faster.â
Before he left, Capitano looked past his armor-clad shoulders to that big monument that housed the ancient spirit. He could almost feel the burning stare she was carving into his being.
âShe alone has made me love the path to death.â
And only there, in the cradles of the infinite nothingness⌠will I be worthy enough to see you.
âPerhaps you should seek her for a final time. Not in the past where ruins lay, but within the warmth of a home, surrounded by the promises you spoke to her⌠maybe then, you and your beloved will find peace.â
Funny story, I almost lost this ficđ.
My laptop crashed coincidentally when I uhh âkilledâ off Capitano from the readerâs perspective. Turns out my 1st drive also died along with it. The repairman told me he needed the 2nd drive (where this fanfic was stored) to get my laptop working again but I couldnât do that (cuz it had this fanfic) because all my files is stored there. The panic I had was otherworldlyâbut I managed to create a solution. Â
I came up with this idea as a form of revenge because of a post I saw on a page on Facebook saying Maviuka was Capitanoâs TOTGA (I remember you Jhan, this is all your fault>:0). I didnât read too much into it (cuz the update was like a day ago back then???) because at that time I hadnât done the archon quest (and it was midterm week). I was so PISSED that I planned this fanfic in my dorm room instead of reviewingâso now uhmm⌠I think I might have gotten a little carried away ehe (BECAUSE EVEN IâM CRYING FROM THIS FIC) on another note, youâd think after I wrote a Khanrean kanreeyan Khanreyan STUPID FCKER prince Kaeya fanfic, Iâd know how to spell kahnreeya khanreaâ I donât know how to spell it. I think I might have a thing for khaenriyan help ya know what, I take it back.
I hope you enjoyed it đ
#chiya's head rent đ#capitano x reader#genshin capitano#il capitano#capitano#genshin impact#ao3#fanfiction#i love capitano#genshin impact fatui#genshin x reader#arlecchino#dainsleif#lyney#freminet#house of hearth
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PIETER VAN DER OUDERAA - THE KING OF THULE, 1896
This portrait painting depicts the character from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's ballad "Der KĂśnig in Thule" ("The King in Thule"), portraying a king in the European kingdom of Thule who, on his deathbed, recalls his lost love and tosses a golden cup into the sea in her honor.
The old monarch is seated by a window in a spacious chair within a cramped room. A table covered with cloth is located behind the king's chair, holding a gold wine decanter on a silver platter. It is likely that the decanter has been used to fill the king's large gold goblet, which he is holding near his chest with his right hand.
The old ruler is adorned in his crown, a gold signet ring, and livery collar, along with a long, heavy silk robe decorated with flowers and a red fur cloak to shield his weak elderly body from the cold. The king wears a sombre, sorrowful expression, with tears visible on his face, lost in contemplation of distant memories.
Ouderaa was deeply moved by the emotional story, inspiring him to depict the king's somber contemplation in his art, highlighting the emotions of isolation and remorse linked to getting older and nostalgia. The work is seen as a literary masterpiece, and various composers, such as Franz Schubert, have created ballads and musical scores based on the piece.
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i wish youâd write a threesome with aemond, reader, and someone else of your choosing! đ¤
Here you are, my love, a tidbit for you...
"If he tries to take you, you must not resist."
The statement catches her off guard as she lies next to her husband in his bed, keeping to his unburned side, knowing it will cause him the least discomfort.
When Aegon had first taken to his sickbed, a mess of melted flesh and broken bones, she had wept, not knowing if he would ever be whole again. For six long months she had kept vigil by his bedside, watching anxiously as Maester Orwyle had worked fastidiously to make him well. He slept nine hours out of every ten, and when he was lucid he simply moaned in pain and begged for his next draught of poppy milk.
It is only in recent weeks that he is well enough to rise from his bed with assistance, though he cannot walk far. He can now hold a conversation without gasping for breath, addled by pain. Even his voracity has returned, to a degree. He is under strict instructions to not attempt to lay with his wife, however, it has not prevented him from commanding her to lay beside him on the bed as he brings her to peak on his fingers.
"Who?" She asks softly, brow furrowing in concern, as she softly strokes his forehead. A subtle way to check that his words are not feverish ramblings.
"Aemond," he replies simply. "He covets my crown, at the cost of my life. I expect he will want all that goes with it, my Queen included."
She swallows thickly. She had long suspected foul play had been behind Aemond's sudden rise to the position of Prince Regent, however, it is the first she has heard it spoken aloud. However, in the midst of war she is certain that laying claim to her will be the last thing on his mind.
"I'm sure your brother has more pressing matters to attend to, my love," she reassures him.
"I mean it," he says, voice strained and fraught with emotion. "Give him what he wants. I will gladly share you if it spares your life."
It not two weeks later that she sits straddling Aegon's face, a knee either side of his head on the pillow as he laps greedily at her sticky core, the throbbing sensation making it almost impossible to keep her hips still as she grips the headboard with such force it turns her knuckles white.
She is tentative in how she positions herself, careful in her movements, not wishing to hurt him. If it were up to her, they would not be doing this at all in the first place, however, he had been insistent in his demands.
"If I do not get a taste of your cunt soon, I fear I shall go mad. Have mercy on a cripple."
She had giggled at his brashness and finally relented, and is glad she had. The art of pleasure is something that even more than half a year spent infirm could not make Aegon forget.
The doors to the bed chamber burst open, robbing her of the sweet oblivion she had teetered upon the edge of and making her startle. She gasps as Aemond announces his presence, sweeping into the room as he throws the doors closed behind him.
She desperately tries to scramble away from Aegon, to make herself look presentable, but he holds firm to her thighs, keeping her precisely where she is.
Her skin burns hot with humiliation as Aemond slowly advances towards the bedside, clearly unbothered by the spectacle he has walked in on. He looms over the bed side, looking down at her as she gazes back up, eyes wide and fearful.
"It appears to me," he tells her softly, "that my brother has not made available to me all of the resources necessary for me to rule the Kingdom in his stead."
Her eyes drop to where his fingers now work open the lacings of his trousers, her heart thudding at the sight, mind racing with the possibilities of what he means to do.
"I require the services of the Queen," he continues, "and I expect her to be forthcoming."
Her throat runs dry as he frees himself, the tip of his erection already glistening with arousal.
Aemond reaches out, his fingers sinking into her hair as he cups the back of her head, pulling her forward, the head of him pressing against her lips.
"Is that understood?"
She hesitates, and feels Aegon give her thighs an encouraging squeeze.
"If he tries to take you, you must not resist." The words echo in her mind, and she parts her lips, allowing him to push forward into her mouth.
The taste of him upon her tongue is sharp and unfamiliar, though not unpleasant. And as she feels her husband's tongue begin to lap at her folds once more, while his brother thrusts slowly into her throat, she decides that in war they must all make sacrifices, and that if her body is to be forfeit then she will gladly yield.
#asked and answered#lovely moots đ#ask games#aemond x reader x aegon#aemond targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen x reader
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Ok so I PROMISE this is my last post on Link and Zelda height comparison, but having two popular posts about manlet Link that blew up I get notes every day like "Link is shorter in ALL the games." (Not true!! Misinformation!!) and also people complaining about the references I used. So I decided to actually put effort into finding good, side by side height comparisons. For my own sake, but also for artists who need references!
[BTW this is also solely based on in game models and not concept / promo art. Come to your own conclusion there, bc some art directly contradicts the models]
First off, pretty much all the pixel Zelda games have Link and Zelda's sprites in and around the same height, give or take. There's definitely wiggle room here for interpretation (Zelda 1 Link having one spare pixel dedicated to his hat and Zelda in Zelda 2 appearing like she's crouching) but overall it's safe to assume these Links and Zeldas are around the same height if you're staying faithful to the sprites.
Spirit Tracks, Twilight Princess and A Link Between Worlds Links are undeniably shorter than their Zeldas.
Wind Waker is kind of a weird one for me?? Tetra and Link don't have many shots of them standing together and I feel I'd have to open the game to get an accurate comparison (F to my WW copy in the attic). Originally I had stated Tetra was taller but they are actually very close. Tetra still looks taller by a tiny margin(?)
Ocarina Of Time is also difficult to pinpoint! Especially with Link's goofy ass triangle hair! Once again the margin is so slim it's hard to say, but looking at both Zelda and Sheik's models I would say Adult Link is ever so slightly taller.
Round of applause for Skyward Sword Link for being the only Link undeniably taller than his Zelda! Extremely funny that trend did not continue down the timeline.
Finally, Tears Of The Kingdom Link is not only shorter than his Zelda, but arguably has the most notable shortness in comparison to her (him and ALBW are joint contenders for that imo). Short king, manlet, little guy, etc.
#fires posts#ramblings#long post#loz#tloz#the legend of zelda#zelda#zelink#reference#height reference#I'm DONE#I'm FINISHED#No more short Link posts. The curse is lifted
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Duty is to her
Pairing: Bridget Hearts x Fem!reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning: kissing
Word Count: 2030
Summary: Reader and Bridget are attending a party and notice Bridget was getting tired so you decided to step in.
Being the princess and the next ruler of your kingdom, you are expected to go through all sorts of training, education, classes and more in preparation for your coronation and to inherit the throne from your parents. You have hours of classes, discussion of various topics from your basic education to politics, history of your kingdom and all the other neighboring kingdoms, etiquette classes, dance lessons, how to manage your kingdom and many more.Â
You also undergo training not only with physical activities such as fencing, ballet, horseback riding, and many more. But your parents also added managing paper works and affairs happening in the kingdom for you to be familiarize with, along with hours and hours of discussion with other officials, and to also prepare for the future mountain of works that will probably pile in your desk as soon as your in charge.
Needless to say, you have been very busy with all your duties and since you're still young and wanting to have a social life, you also attend school so that adds up to the mass of work needed to be done. Itâs hard to be the princess and heir to the throne.Â
Being the princess, it is also one of your duties to attend various events such as balls, charities, parties, or any sort of royal gathering. There, it will test how good you are able to recognize and know the other royals, to mingle, chat, interact and meet more other people.Â
But with everything happening in your daily life, there is one person that has been by your side each time. Princess Bridget of Hearts. She is the daughter of the rulers of Wonderland, their family is a close friend of your family. She is also attending Merlinâs Academy with you and the two of you have been inseparable ever since you bump into each other in the hallways of the academy.
âI canât wait to visitâÂ
You heard from across the room, you turn to look for the owner of the familiar sweet voice, to see Bridget talking with the other guest. The pink-haired princess has the personality and the energy to draw in people to her direction. Sheâs the most kindest, sweetest, approachable and brightest person youâve ever meet. Yet it still baffles you how she claims that you and Ella are her only friends in the academy.Â
Right now, it was winter break and most of the students in Merlinâs Academy went home to spend the holiday with their families. You and Bridget were no exception and right now their parents had ask them to attend this party much to your dismay since you planned on relaxing during your winter break but when you heard that Bridget is also coming, reluctantly, you agreed but with a little enthusiasm inside especially knowing that the particular pink princess you quite adore and have been for a while now, will be coming.Â
âOf courseâ You watch as Bridget giggle again after her reply to whatever they were saying.
You had been unfortunately separate with different people wanting to talk to you and not wanting to appear rude to them, you indulge in their conversation and try to at least look like you were interested but sometimes would still steal glances at a certain pink-haired princes just across the room.Â
At least sheâs having fun. You thought as you tried to avert your eyes from Bridgetâa figure and refocus your attention on the conversation with your group.Â
âYes Iâve contacted with them and had their support on the matterâ you replied. You may have master the art of communication and forming connection but that doesnât mean youâd enjoyed it since youâd very much like to be with your princess rather than having this formal conversation.
At an early age, youâve been attending party to party so youâre quite use to all the standing, talking and polite smile. Like the perfect princess but Bridget, on the other hand is still getting use to attending this sort of parties so you canât really help but worry.
After a few minutes you glance back to where Bridget was again just to check on her. Thatâs when you notice Bridget was getting tired and is only fighting to stay and keep up with conversation.Â
It is getting late and Bridget hadnât had enough rest since yesterday with all the preparation for the party going on.
You took that as your cue to leave.
âExcuse me everyone but I may have to retreat for the night, enjoy the rest of the evening.â You said, curtsying before biding your farewell to them.Â
The group said their goodbyes in understanding before continuing their conversation. You gracefully walk towards where Bridgetâs group.
Bridget still has a smile on her face but you already notice how she was trying to stay awake.Â
âExcuse me ladies but I might have to steal Bridget from youâ you said smoothly as you swiftly take Bridgetâs hand and pulled her away from her group. The girls giggle and let you both go as they continue on their own again.Â
In just a few minutes, Bridget was already leaning on to you as you walk out of the ballroom. The moment the door close behind them, Bridget let out a sigh of relief. Her fatigue kicking in already as she cling on to you for support.
You chuckled and wrap your arms around her waist as you support her weight with your body. âTired?â You ask the princess whoâs eyes are already half close.
Bridget nodded, her eyes are now close as she soaks in the warmth of your body. The ballroom may be buzzing with guest but she still feels cold from the lack of your presence.
Truth be told, she was having fun meeting everyone but she still yearns to be with you since the only reason why she agreed to attend is because she was inform that youâd be there. And you were but she didnât expect that she would only spend a few minutes with you before you were whist away by the other guests in the party.
The corridors were empty since most of the guest are at the ballroom and the staff are either attending to the party's needs or have already retreated to their quarters.Â
Since Bridget was already tired to walking straight on her own, you had to half carry her as you guide her to her bedroom.Â
Bridget notice the direction they were going and stopped.
"what's wrong?" You asked looking at the princess in your arms.
"can I stay in your room?" Bridget asked softly but you still heard her.
You smiled and agreed before changing course to the direction of your bedroom.
âWe stayed longer than expected.â You said as you open the door to your room, finally.Â
You lead Bridget's half asleep figure to your bed. Walking here was hard enough due to the heavy dresses you were wearing and the heels werenât much help. You tried to gentle pry Bridgetâs embrace from your body as you lay her down on your bed. You left out a breath of relief as you had successfully lay Bridgetâs body on your bed.Â
After you remove the torture device on your feet that people called shoes, you started removing Bridgetâs gown and her own shoes and change them to a much more comfortable sleeping attire before proceeding to remove her complicated hairdo. Then after that you pulled out the make-up remover kit on your vanity table. Gently, you stared removing the layers of makeup on Bridgetâs face carefully not to wake her up and disrupt her peaceful state.Â
During the process, you couldnât help but admire Bridgetâs beauty as she closely examine her face, making sure no makeup was left.
For months you have been close with Bridget but never this close and intimate. You have always been there to care for her, to be here for her as she did to you in those months with each other. Unknowingly that your time together had brought feelings inside you. Feelings that youâre not quite sure what they are yet but slowly, youâre starting to realize them as time past by and you couldnât help but fear for what it may cause and affect your relationship now.
The thought of losing Bridget, fuels the growing fear so in conclusion, you buried those feelings deep down to remain what you two have now. But sometimes you couldnât help but wonder what would it be like. To be more than just friends.Â
Just imagining it made you sigh, one last look, making sure no make up was left. You smile on your work before starting to change as well.Â
With her last bit of consciousness, Bridget stir from her sleep, her hands started moving, searching for something. When she realize that she was alone, she lifted her head up to see you just putting on the last sleeping garment before you sat infront of your vanity mirror to remove your make-up.Â
 Bridget couldnât help the frown forming on her lips, you were still far from her. Slowly she got up from the comfort of your bed and wobble to your direction.Â
You didnât notice Bridget had got up from bed since you had your eyes close as you remove your eye shadow. A soft squeal left you when you felt someoneâs arms wrap around your shoulders.
âBridget?â You called out to her, she was still half asleep.
âCome to bed. Pleaseâ she mumbled to your ears.Â
âBut Iâm not done removing my make up yetâ you said but then what she did next was unexpected.
Bridget let you go from her embrace before placing herself on your lap,. with her legs on each side, your hand automatically rest on her waist to steady her figure. You were confuse to what was happening but you sat still as Bridget pull the wipes from the table and began to remove the rest of your make up she may be sleepy but each stroke was firm but gentle at the same time. Removing the remaining make up, she took one last look when there wasnât any left she cupped your checks with your hands making you look into her eyes.Â
Bridget was still half asleep so her body was still a little unstable as she slowly leans forward, your faces were only centimeters apart now.
âYouâre really prettyââ she mumbled with a smile on her face.
You couldnât help but smile at that. Everything seems to fade around them as you gaze into each otherâs eyes. But yours keeps flickering from her eyes to her lips, plump and pink even without lipstick. So close yet still so far away.Â
For a while, you didnât know what you felt. At first, you thought these feelings were the same feelings you felt for Bridget, the love for a very close friend but this moment confirms your realization. You wanted her, you needed her. You wanted something more, more than just classmates, more than just friends. You wanted to be something more with her and only her.
It took everything in your power not lean in and kiss those lips, which was the only thing running in your head, her lips. But then . . .
âAre you gonna kiss me or not?â Bridget suddenly ask breaking the silence of the room.
Your eyes widen at what she said. You look back up to her eyes, wanting to make sure you heard it right. âMay I?âÂ
Bridget smile as she leans in, closing the gap between your lips. Soft. Her lips were soft. Sweet, like the strawberry short cake she baked the other day for you. And slow. She wasnât in a hurry, and neither were you. You were both savoring the kiss.
Your stomach flutter as the warm feeling flooded you. Her scent invaded your senses and all your focus were on her lips and the warm feeling it comes with it.
You pulled away for air, already missing them but Bridget lean her forehead on yours with a smile still on her lips. âTook you long enoughâ she said giggling as buries her face on your neck.
You may be the princess of your kingdom but your duty is always to her, to your princess.
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ăâĄă Cruel Prince
⥠featuring: villain!diluc ragnvindr x princess!reader
⥠summary: you are forced to marry the manipulative prince of a faraway kingdom. malicious compliance ensues. wc: 3.2k+
⥠cw/tw: afab, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, forced orgasm, hate sex, no foreplay, breeding, heavy choking, spanking, face slapping, spit, creampie, hair pulling, rough sex, diluc is mega possessive
notes: I promiseee im gonna come out with shorter fics im so sorry i couldn't help myself the fanart is so good :(( art by eriimyon on twitter <3
Brilliance freckled through the silk drapes of your extravagant windows and onto your resting face. A silhouette rubs your arm, followed by âYou must wake now, Your Grace.â Her amiable tone made your heavy eyes ajar, looking up to see the sweet twinkle of the maid. You sit up and stretch, letting out an exaggerated yawn. âGood morning!â you exclaim. She tucks the straggly hairs aside.  Â
âGood afternoon, you mean?â Â
âOh. Oops.â She shakes her head and hands you a lukewarm meal. This was a frequent occurrence, staying up late to twirl in your room until your feet ached. Fantasizing about the enchanting gambol you would share with your lover. When you eventually collapsed, you would dream of a man whisking you off to dance in a meadow. Being confined to the limited space of the baroque palace only intensified your curiosity. The kingdom your parent's shoulder is fruitful. Lined with riches and grateful civilians, all you know is comfortability. That comfortability bored you. Â
âThe king would like to speak with you downstairs once youâve settledâ she states. You give an exasperated sigh and flop onto the featherbed. You werenât looking forward to this meeting. âMâkay. Thanks. Love you.â   Â
You make your way toward the dining room after breakfast. Almost every painting you skip by is of your older brother. It was no secret that you werenât the favorite child. Your father wasnât particularly fond of having a daughter. You slide down the railing of the grand staircase, entering the still air. Even the sound of your tiptoes carries volumes in complete quiet. Â
âDid... someone die?â you say, trying to break the ice. Your brother and mother sit across from each other with their heads down, afraid to interrupt the king who sat at the end of the dining table. Â
âNo. Have a seat (Y/N).â he says, his hand signaling to the multitude of chairs remaining. You take the middle. Your father looks more stressed than usual, crescent shapes embedded between his eyebrows. Â
âThere is something we have to discussâ he proclaims, interlocking his fingers. âSure.â Â
âThereâs been some disputes... between us. And the kingdom of Ragnvindr. Their king has been ill for many years now.â  Â
âThatâs too bad for themâ you say, checking out of the conversation. You know of the Ragnvindrs, but you werenât interested. âIt is. However, their commerce is flourishing. The civilians have an excess of resources. Theyâre the central hub for wine. If we had access to that, we could provide greatly for the public.â Â
âMm, okay.â Your mind darts to unique spots of detail decorating the ceiling. Â
âDo you remember talking to Prince Diluc?â It hadnât jogged your memory until now, but you recall one time the flaming redhead came to the palace a few months ago. You saw him in passing; exchanging few words in light-hearted conversation before he met with your father. You noted the calm scarlet pupils and his attentiveness when you spoke. He seemed amicable until you uncovered the rumors. Whenever your mother invited her friends, the walls would erupt with gossip. You couldnât help but listen through the door. â- he tried to kill his father!â Your mother declines but another woman chimed in. âPeople donât get suddenly ill like that. He mustâve poisoned him! The poor man canât talk anymore so Prince Diluc runs everything.â Â
âHeâll stop at nothing to get what he wants. Anyone who disagrees with him is beaten. Even death!â you heard the dramatic drawl of another. âOh please, not with his brother around.â You thought it was funny and went straight to the maid to parrot their pompousness. It wasnât until his brother died in their home weeks later under âmysterious circumstancesâ, that you started to take the allegations seriously. Â
âHeâs shaping out to be an exceptional young man.â Â
âI guess. Why are you telling me this?â you ask. Your father sucks in a breath. Â
âYou are to marry Prince Diluc in a weekâs time.â he declares. You freeze, beads of sweat collecting on your forehead. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Â
âWhat? Whe- who decided this?â Â
âIt was a collective decision from me, your mother, and the Ragnvindrs.â Â
âNo! I didnât get to decide. You took away my choice!â Â
â(Y/N), this will ensure peace for both of our kingdoms. We shall do whatâs best for the-â Â
âI donât know who he is. How could you do that to your own daughter, what kind of father marries their child off to a stranger?â Your voice gets increasingly louder. You were too irate to back down. Your father is seething.Â
âWe will not argue about this-â he mumbles, the veins on his hands bulging from the tightening fists.Â
âDo you even know who he is? He killed his own brother, and his people fear his retaliation. Heâll backstab you at any chance if it means more power. Heâs using you-â Â
âENOUGH!â Your father slammed his leaden fists on the table, causing a harrowing bang to ring in your ears. All you can do is look at him, shaking, searching for any semblance of hope. He was unwavering. Â
âI hate you.â Your defeated voice falls to a murmur, and you stumble to your room in a haze. Â
The next 6 days were vague. You stayed in your room mostly, the maid accompanying you as you cry on and off for hours. Rage burned inside you, it dented furniture and ripped up cushions. You were exhausted and vengeful. An instructor comes by occasionally to teach you for your wedding day, but you find no joy in it. Â
You're tranquil in the luxuriant flower garden you once found solace in. A garden youâd never see again after tonight. Suddenly, you hear the gate creak open. Strawberry strands peek behind the sunflowers. It was Diluc. The silence was painful. âHello.â Â
âHello. I figured it would be considerate to come see you brieflyâ he returns, grabbing your hand. You catch yourself staring. Â
âWe are to be married soon.â Â
â...Right.â Â
âYou donât seem to be happy about this arrangement.â Â
âIâm sure you have many requests for your hand in marriage. Why me?â Â
âI donât have a say in it. You donât either.â That canât be right, their king is senile you thought.  Â
âThatâs not true. I know what youâre really like.â His eyes narrow into yours. âYou could turn this entire kingdom to ash if you willed it.â Â
âYou know naught of me.â Â
âYou killed your brother and now youâre after my father, arenât you?â Heâs relaxed despite the accusations. Â
âWhat would you do? As long as we are wedded, you will obey.â You snatch your hand from him. Â
âI will do no such thingâ you utter, holding your head high. He laughs and lifts your chin with a finger, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. Â
âSuch a naĂŻve princess, so far beneath me. You will be mine. Act accordingly.â You want to slap that smug look off his face. Â
âIâll be going now. Donât stay up too late.â Â
Everything about your wedding is opulent. Visitors sport grandiose garments and intricate jewelry, leaving priceless gifts in your celebration. The travel to the kingdom of Ragnvindr was silent, minus the glares you shot to your parents. You disappear the minute you step down the aisle, taking notice of the guests. Faceless people with appropriated smiles and forced words of kindness; a scornful masquerade. Â
Your vows are pitiful, and you wear an ingenuine smile for every âawwâ in attendance. âI doâ is said, and your fate is sealed through a chaste kiss. Â
The dance arrived sooner than you thought. The floor was large and elegant, a thousand eyes watching you at the start of the staircase. You almost get stage fright. Diluc waits at the bottom, his gloved hand longing to take yours. You saunter to him. You expected him to be stiff and unprepared, but as you held his hand something changed. He scoops you by the waist with the other and twirls you around, igniting the music. His steps are effortless, bringing you near him and releasing you for another spin. The movements lift you into a different scene, of green pastures and bright blue sky. Only you and Diluc. The tune curled in your ears and whispered radiance. Your stride is loose, guided by the inducing notes and swinging pendant on your neck. Your arms glide past his chest and he steadies you gently in an intimate embrace. Dilucs lips barely hover over your ear. Â
âYou look stunning.â Â
âI know. You look grotesque.â You feel a puff of wind against your ear. Glancing at him, you havenât paid much attention to his appearance until now. His physique seemed to be chiseled from the finest marble, intentional with each contour. He smelled of musk and bitter vanilla, the warm glow of glittering chandeliers highlighting his rugged features. Â
âYou like what you see, hmm?â You didnât reply. Â
âDo you like to dance?â Â
âItâs not your business.â Â
âWell, if I'm right, you can dance here every day if you want. But you must behave.â His honeyed words made you hot, and you looked away. âNo. You are my enemy.â Â
âVery well, then.â He continued to entrap you, sewing seeds in your brain through the sway of your bodies. You were tangled in a field of thorns, pricked by his fleeting romantic gestures. It confused and enticed you. But the dance came to its end, and reality set in. He leaned down to kiss your hand, his gaze never leaving yours. The music resumes its normal pace, motioning people to return to the dance floor. Â
The idea of Diluc displaying you like property tests your pettiness; you need his unruffled persona to snap. He watches you dance into the arms of another man, and youâre sure to make eye contact with him. You flash a mischievous smile as you spin through the exuberant crowd, leaving him behind. You thought you lost him. Just then, shade abruptly comes down on you and the nameless man. He turns first, cowering and slinking into the masses. You donât face the shadow until your face is grabbed by leather and twisted sharply to encounter the reddening face of Diluc. Â
âHave you lost your mind?â Â
âIf Iâm beneath you, this shouldnât bother you, right?â you say, smiling at your ability to break him. Â
He grits his teeth. âYou are forbidden from interacting with any man.â Â
âBy whom? Your words mean nothing.â He gets closer to you; a death stare bore into your pleased expression. âIf youâre angry, do something.â Â
Youâve never been hauled anywhere this fast. He pulled you through the bustling room and up the stairs with absurd force, not turning to you once. You were nearly hovering off the ground from his strength. He opened the sculpted doors leading to his bedroom and pushed you inside. Before you can see him, he pins you between himself and the ornate vanity. His nails stab into the wood the more he waits for your explanation.  Â
âWhat happened to your composure?â you taunt. Â
âWho the fuck do you think you are?â Â
âNot yours.â His lips share space with yours, noses scarcely touching.  Â
âSorely mistaken. You belong to me.â Â
âProve it.â  Â
Carnal lust washed over you. Your lips instantly collide, cracking dams of yearning through sloppy kisses and smacking teeth. His tongue is demanding and seeks entry, but you deny him. He grabs your neck tightly. Â
âOpen.â Â
âSay please.â Diluc pries your lips open with his fingers, playing with the wet mass while he nips your ear. The foreign feeling in your mouth makes your mind numb. Â
âNasty little minx.â he husks, forcing your tongue to stick out before it contacts his. His kisses are deep and primal, holding you close to the point of merging. Heâs squeezing your neck occasionally and teasing the dizzying airflow. The fire cascading down his back envelopes you in a slow bleed, tickling your chest and face. His scent surrounds you, exhilarates you. You pierce his bottom lip with your teeth, looking to regain some sense of control and he groans from the feeling. He promptly hoists you off the ground with your back facing the vanity and his hands on your ass. His greed doesnât stop, plunging and contorting the organ in unreachable places. You taste sprinkles of metallic flavor. The sensation has your knees weak. You push him away, both breathing heavily with a trail of spit between you.  Â
âThis is nothing like the ceremony kiss.â Â
âDonât you want my full honesty?â he rasped. He dips down to your upper thigh, past the slit in your dress. His pointed fangs catch onto your garter, and he slips it off, groping the plush flesh as he lifts your leg up. Your fingers intertwine with his scalp and tug it, earning a harsh bite on your inner thigh. Rough kisses drag up your body until he makes it back to your lips. You tear his button-down open, navigating the solid muscle under the fabric. Light purple marks are left in your wake that decorate his collarbone. Diluc splits your dress down the back and shreds it off you. You're soaked, relishing in the volatile nature beyond the mask. Â
He picks you up and hurls you on the bed, following you on top. You wrestle for dominance, entwined in passion. Somehow, Diluc ends up underneath you, your legs on both sides of him. You take this opportunity to pin his wrists and grind on his throbbing length. He lets you have it knowing that heâs stronger than you are. He kicks off his slacks and you pull down his stained boxers. A sudden fear hits you once theyâre removed; his slightly curved cock was impossibly long and girthy, precome trickling down the angry tip. You werenât sure it would fit. Â
âYouâre just going to gawk at it?â he says, restless from the ache. Nervousness blends in your gut. You wanted him badly, but you had to make him suffer for at least some time. Hovering over it, you slather his tip in your juices and admire the way he bites his lip. You lower your folds onto him, submerging the cockhead and leave it there, stirring your hips with it inside only to pull it out. Diluc is disheveled, star fished, and spread wildly across the sheets as he grunts from each plunge. He had to feel you, to claim you.Â
âYou want it?â Â
âI donât begâ he says flatly. You roll your eyes, immersing his shaft halfway. He releases a long shaky groan and attempts to buck his hips, but you rise before he can go further. His cock was covered in syrupy fluids from the moments of friction, and he didnât know how much more he could take.Â
âYou wonât get anything with that repulsive attitudeâ you tease, and start moving at a leisurely pace, carefully stretching yourself out. Â
âRepulsive, yet using me for your desires?â Â
âThatâs all youâre good for.â Youâre shuddering from the feeling of your walls molding to the bruising size. Â
âThen Iâll be sure to satisfy you.â His calloused fingers break out of your sparing clutch and grab your hips, jerking you down to the hilt with a soggy plap. The wind is knocked out of you, shockwaves through your spine as you heaved over trembling. It hurts, but you canât help but feel aroused by the desperate look he gave you. âMm good, youâre sucking me so tight.â  Â
âShit- slow down-â you plead. He wraps his arms around your hips, arching your back and leaning you forward. âQuiet.â Diluc bends his knees and begins to bully his way into your cunt. His thrusts are unforgiving, if he wasnât holding you in place, youâd be airborne. He slips out completely and rams into you so deep it feels like he's burrowing into your stomach; yet you grip him like a vice, hungry for more. You were melting and all you heard was his quick beating heart and the wet squelching clash of your bodies. Diluc shifts to the vanity mirror opposite the bed, entranced by the violent rippling of your ass and sticky strings your puffy vulva left. Youâre teeming on an orgasm, blurring the lines of pleasure and pain.Â
âIâm gonna come- ah!â His hands move to your ass, striking each side hard enough to welt numerous times. He digs his nails into the searing flesh, savoring it. âLouder, I want everyone to know who owns youâ he says and pushes his fingers in your mouth to pull your jaw slack. You deliver, allowing your erotic wails to echo through the halls. âCome for me princess.â His command sends you over the edge and youâre dissolved into pleasure, zeroing in on his guttural moans, the low fuckâs stuttering out of him. Your nails score his chest. He spreads your backside, enjoying the view of your convulsing heat drenching his balls. Â
Diluc flips you over on your back before youâre done gathering yourself. He tosses the damp shirt on the floor and reveals the crisp v-line deliciously carved under his sculpted abs. He manhandles you into a pretzel, securing your sore thighs. He puts his hands on yours and pushes them back further. âFucking filthy, youâre such a messâ he says, smearing his leaking shaft up and down your hypersensitive clit. He quickly engulfs himself in your gooey warmth again and sighs. âYouâre beautiful like this.â Heâs pounding hard, foreheads touching and breath mixing. Youâre both sweating, mascara running down your cheeks and needy moans leaving either of you from addictive ecstasy. His tip licks your sweet spot consistently and your eyes loll back. âThatâs it, take my cock like a good wife.â One hand reaches for your throat while the other flicks your clit rapidly. The firm grip dots your vision black, and you pulse from sick delight. He stops occasionally to slap you across your face. It stings, you hate him, but the spasming veins caressing your walls make you question that belief. âOh my god - look at youâ he moans, staring at the shiny white ring forming at the base of his thrusts. Your hands find passage in his thick tresses and guide his attention to you. The coil threatened to snap at any minute. âGonna carry my baby, then you can never leave.â Â
Your blood runs cold. âHuh? Wait-â You try to budge but heâs stronger than you, sweeping the nub faster with ravenous strokes. Electricity consumes your rational thoughts with a thumping finish, cloudy and fluttering. âNgh- youâll look so pretty with a bellyâ Diluc groans and chases his high. His eyes are glossed over, he throws his head back and finally falls apart, creamy ropes coating your insides with his balls flush against you. He pants as if heâs moved mountains and twitches from slow strokes, trying to get his come as deep in you as possible. His thumb presses upon your lips and you instinctively open your mouth. Spit settles on your tongue and he watches you swallow. You taste his kiss right after. When he pulls out, globs of semen dribble out your slit, but he fingers it back inside.  Â
âKeep it inâ he says darkly. He glances at the pendant youâre still wearingâan invaluable heirloom from your parentsâand snatches the chain off your neck. In one devastating hurl, he shatters it on the floor. âIâll make sure you only have me.âÂ
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