Your Highness - Silver
Author's Notes: Going through one's backlog of fics can be a fearful thing. I do remember writing this one though. I was in a horribly sappy mood and I was listening to the song "Fairytale" by Harry Gregson-Williams and John Powell which I'm sure a great many of you would recognize from the film "Shrek." This fic was also written shortly after I saw @thegoldenshi-shi's art for a Celtic flavored Silver that has braids (Check it out! it's really good!), hence the braids in the fic. Reader is female. I hope you all enjoy!
Type: Female Reader /Fluff/ Romance/ Wedding is heavily implied
Word Count: 1321
You sat quietly outside, your hands resting on your lap as you mulled over many, many different things. Your life had changed drastically since you’d first come to Twisted Wonderland. You’d met more incredible people than you’d ever dreamed of and now you were living in a country that looked like it came straight out of a fairytale.
But then, it was the home of the fae. Well, the home of the fae, and the home of the young man you’d grown to love over your time at school.
You looked down at the aged flower crown in your hands. Your fingers curled slightly around the fragile, pale flowers. Life had been different when you’d made this, sitting between Sebek and a sleeping Silver as you’d woven the ring and listened to Sebek’s nigh endless chatter about his beloved Lord Malleus and the palace you would soon call home.
“To think you will be living with Lord Malleus, in his home and so close to him even though you are but a mere human,” There was a tinge of envy to his tone that had caused you to smile slightly. Because Sebek would be spending most of his days there as a guard so even if he was envious, he too would be at Malleus’s side.
“Hey Sebek,” The green-haired young man had turned to face you right as you’d plopped the flower crown on your head and posed ever so slightly, “What do you think? Do I look like a princess yet?”
He scoffed at your light-hearted joking, but before he could respond another voice spoke up, startling both of you slightly.
“Indeed, Your Highness,” You’d twisted to see Silver, who’d awoken at some point and was looking at you with his usual stoic expression.
You’d barely even paid attention when Sebek spoke up from your other side, “You look no more like a princess than you did before Her Majesty agreed to take you in.”
“Sebek, you should treat them with more respect now,” Despite Silver’s chiding tone there had been a slight smile on his face as he looked towards the soon-to-be knight.
But his words had turned out to be all too true. After Malleus’s grandmother had agreed to take you in as an adopted grandchild as per Malleus’s request, your relationship with Sebek and Silver had been forced to change. Because you were no longer fellow students.You were now a princess whom they were charged with guarding.
Lilia and Malleus were still able to treat you the same, and after much verbal jousting you’d managed to convince Sebek your relationship didn’t have to be just that of royalty and bodyguard. You could still be friends.
But Silver and you had seemed to have fallen into some odd limbo and you’d feared that it was partially your fault. You’d fallen for the young man before you’d ever joined the Draconia family.
This was something both Lilia and Malleus knew of and that was why you were certain they’d jointly appointed Silver as your personal guard.
A move that had eventually led to all of the recent events that had been occurring as of late. Joyous events that left you giddy with anticipation.
The sounds of horses whining alerted you to the approach of the young man. Silver had at last returned from whatever it was Lilia had wanted Silver for. And it was only a few moments before the young man in question appeared around the corner, head swiveling as he looked for you.
You grinned at the very sight of him, but it wasn’t often that you got to see Silver in his more formal wear and this time he had the intricate braids going through his hair.
Soft aurora hued eyes found yours and you could see him relax just before he dismounted. Strolling forward he knelt in front of you and looked up, “I have returned, Your Highness.”
You were still smiling slightly despite his incredibly formal greeting, because this was how things had been between you two for a very long time.
A careful balance between formalities and an incredible amount of closeness. You tilted your head as you looked down at him, “And that's a good thing, considering I was beginning to miss you.”
A hint of a smile flickered across his face, but he managed to maintain his characteristically stoic expression. He’d always been a better actor than you.
You gestured for him to rise and sit next to you, a request he followed immediately and without hesitation. “Did you enjoy your trip? I’m sure the girls in town were happy to see you.”
“It was pleasant,” Calm as ever and refusing to take the teasing bait you’d laid out. He looked towards you, eyes briefly flickering down at the flower crown in your hands before meeting your gaze once more, “Has all been well with you, Your Highness?”
You rolled your eyes, not wanting to be the first to crack and break the act but desperately wanting him to use your name. But you’d promised yourself you’d win this time. You would outlast Silver.
“Fine. Do you remember this?” You held up the flower crown carefully and he nodded without ever taking his eyes off you.
“Your first tiara.”
You hummed, looking back down at it and briefly letting another wave of nostalgia sweep through you before you looked back his way and straightened. Doing your best to look vaguely commanding, “Then kneel, oh knight of mine.”
Yet again, Silver did as commanded, though he did so this time with a flicker of humor in his eyes.
Carefully, you placed the crown on his head while he continued to gaze up at you, “There, a gift to my loyal knight.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
You wrinkled your nose almost instantaneously at his measured response. Obviously completely unperturbed by anything you did and you knew, right then, he was going to win this time too, “Fine, you win. Just quit calling me that ridiculous title and use my name instead.”
This time his smile was fully visible as he stood and looked down at you, “As you wish, Y/n.”
You eyed him with a slight frown, a bit disappointed in yourself for having given way so easily. But Silver was far better at this game than you were and he knew it.
But even then you couldn’t deny that your day could hardly get any better. After all, you were no longer the princess in a fairytale waiting for her love to return. He was standing there right in front of you.
He held his hand out and you easily accepted, letting him pull you to your feet before he began escorting you through Malleus’s immense rose gardens just outside the palace.
“I guess this’ll be the last I’ll see of you till tomorrow evening?” Your question drew his attention to you and he nodded.
“As per tradition, yes. But don’t worry, the day will pass quickly,” A part of you wanted to deny his words. You just knew tomorrow was going to crawl by until you got to see him again that evening.
“Will you be wearing those braids again tomorrow for the ceremony?” You watched as he absentmindedly reached up towards his hair as if to remind himself of what sort of style it was in.
“Yes… Father was practicing,” His gaze found yours meaningfully and you had to swallow a laugh. You doubted there were many who were more excited than Lilia was about tomorrow.
“Well, he has every right to be excited, it’s not everyday your son gets married to a royal,” A small smile appeared on your husband-to-be’s face at your words and he nodded.
“True, but I can promise he isn’t nearly as pleased as I am.”
Your smile mirrored his as you bumped your shoulder with his, “As can I Silver. As can I.”
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