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syn. wherein a sinned soldier and a fallen sovereign undergoes an intimate connection whilst understanding one another.
cw. soldier!blade x fem!princess!reader. royalty au. reader uses female terms. rushed writing so upon reading i suppose you can see the turmoil.
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cruel hands birth nothing but cruel hands.
cruelty made him a monster, but all along he wished to be loved. they say that you don’t need to be covered in blood just to earn a warm bath, yet he needs to; he must. perhaps it thrived in his parching blood, how the vile lodged within him. for centuries his hands were blemished with blood belonging to thousands of benign souls embellished with his rancor. he slaughters carelessly, the thirst of human flesh and the scent of crude blood instilled in him.
had the wicked not scourge him with immortality and malice, blade would’ve sojourn a life untroubled, slumbering peacefully, or have a warm meal. yet vengeance acts as his salvation, whispering to him actions that sinned him. revenge is not a dish to be served cold; it is a knife with rusted edges maintained by someone who has blood on their hands. it is a shameful deformity kept concealed from oneself.
within the bowels of his darkened crimson orbs withholds a damsel acting as his muse; the only reason he kills. the damsel had a name so sacred, it was perfectly sewn into blade’s tongue, and regardless of how hard he endeavored, the stitches would not come undone. for her, he would skin himself alive in devotion, allowing rivulets of blood to flow down his scars for the sake of her living soul.
love was never considered delicate. it had always been miserable. love is a thousand molten fires that permeate the vessels. an aneurysm. with the risk of rupture, we repeatedly pass through the chambers of our hearts, making them a part of ourselves. a mild and soluble crevice completes us.
and oh, how he loves the fleecy touch she wields. he grows feverish upon her merciful touch bearing a myriad of affection as it sweeps around his pale cheeks covered in blood. the touch beckons words laced with heed capable of melting blade's heart.
oh [name], his sweet [name], such a heavenly lover she was. even when she weeps it seems like she weeps jewels, rivulets of tears pool her eyes as it drenches her eyelashes.
he kept thinking about whenever she praises him despite his desecrations, because danger is lurking around the corners whenever she is present, selfishly clawing her soul as if it yearns for a gentle sheen so divine. he was the knight fortifying her, never once caring about the hatred spurring all over his reputation.
“i’ll take care of you” he says upon their first encounter.
“it’s rotten labor”
the damsel worried him, afraid his actions will lead to resentment thereof, yet he persists on protecting her for eternity.
“not to me. not if it’s you”
there was a brief silence, hitching their breaths.
“i was born for you”
the damsel froze, her lips unable to utter out a precise response regarding her knight’s response. she’s a fallen soul, what made his soul noble, to the extent that he insisted on remaining by her side.
why? why are you so kind to me? she thought.
she had many hypotheses and assumptions about how he could be a serpent to the others, but she was the sole exception. is she just awful at this? lousy at accepting and reciprocating love to the point that he pities her?
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you were always frightened.
what were you afraid would happen?
it has happened.
if it weren’t for blade’s rescue, you are certain that you wouldn’t be where you are now. you can remember vividly when the smell of massacres wafts through the humid atmosphere, sickening you to the core. quivering and helpless, tousled white gown, your pearl headpiece dangling for dear life, raw blood pouring down your wrist. nightmare was an understatement if you were to reiterate the situation.
as per the empress’s request, you were instructed to return to the palace, yet that damned delirious man decides to snaffle you due to his obsession, he states.
you were a beautiful child without a lap to burrow into and cry in. so you make a huge show of your scarred skin, hoping that someone would pry it apart.
but instead, people tell you,
"you should be kinder. you seem enraged."
you used to be kind. it didn't last very long, however.
so you pledge kindness and benevolence to blade, who desiderates for one. so you deprive him beneath your loving touch, a touch brimming with a wounded love. you crave intimacy, but you don’t want temporary people touching my mind, body, or soul.
must every human go through this too?
you want to dissolve in water and lose the shape of you, pick a poison that bleaches your blood clean. but this is the alchemy of your long-running history, the herculean art, a colossal task of extracting the tragedy from your blood.
your bones whimper at the prospect of what might have been. what if you hadn't been born in the filthy soils of the universe?
it is shameful that you will be seen for what you are, the princess who has sinned, who betrayed god and chose the path of the drunken gods of slaughter. 
you thought you were left neglected sinking into the sea of yore, throttling under the plague of afflictions. 
but oh, blade. your blade. how loving he was, whenever you trail your nimble fingers around his pale soft skin as blood daubs your gloved hands, he slips his hand around your waist, seeking for salvation, or perhaps he is aware of a burden seeping through your delicate features. it’s the way his gaze softens around your wake, causing a pink tinge generously tinting your cheeks. it felt warm on the chest, not a sweltering heat, yet a comforting one.
as desperation sits heavy on your tongue, he slips his lips into yours, akin to interweaving a once missing piece he waited for so long. maybe the answer to a tranquil life is caged between his arms, you thought. it was buried within his innards of his heart, a lust of a man.
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aychama · 2 days
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in your Royal AU they're just French ?
LMAO
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sister-lucifer · 1 day
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i’m feeling super self indulgent how do you guys feel about a little fantasy au thief/vagabond toby x runaway royal reader……… be honest
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nkogneatho · 10 days
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can't stop thinking about king!gojo who is so strict and intimidating in his court. the whole kingdom is scared of him. when he walks in the room, the chatters immediately silence as if you could hear even a pin drop clearly. when he speaks, everyone holds their breath and only exhale when the king is done with his sentence. his voice is not loud or hoarse either. it's mellow and alluring. but people know behind that sugar laced voice, is someone who shows no mercy who does him wrong. people have seen him behead his enemies within five seconds in the conversation. he spares none. he is ruthless. but you...
you are his weakness. his queen. no one knows what happens behind the castle's door. no one knows how he gets on his knees, kissing up your ankle to your thigh as he slowly lifts your night gown. no one knows how he is pleading you to let him have a taste of you. kissing it and licking it. nobody knows how their ruthless king has your thighs choking him as he eats you. the same voice that sends shivers down everyone's spine is now begging you to make a mess on his face. if someone were to glance at your window, they'd see his pale face glistening in your juices in the candlelights, blood rushed to his nose and cheeks like he has taken an aphrodisiac. your hands tugging his white strands. you take your hand back before you pull too hard and hurt him but he yanks your wrist forward, placing them back on his head. he looks up at you, parting his face from your core.
"pull till you see tears in my eyes. it is an order."
fuck. king's order. what choice do you have despite following it.
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head-in-the-icloud · 6 months
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"OKAY I NEED TO KNOW, I KNOW THE ROYAL AND MEDIEVAL AUS ARE HOT RN BUT HAS ANYONE MADE IT SO THE BOIS PRETEND TO BE JESTERS FIRST TO TEST PEOPLE ONLY TO REVEAL THEY ARE THE PRINCES LATER" - Me a couple days ago Couple Days later: Makes full Refs of Main Cast with possibly more on the way maybe- ljaskdjflkasdjf LISTEN I love the idea of them pretending to be jesters or being jesters ina royal au, because they are jesters and this is just, ough im a sucker for love stories ough Thanking @crazedauthor for helping me flesh out this au of mine, giving yn a hella yummy backstory of being from a destitute noble family who's running on a fail economy, not having much to their name. Then it follows Sun and Moon, who pretend to be jesters to sort out the decent people from all the snobby, snooty bastards of people. They don't reveal themselves but instead mostly wire their findings to Gaia, their mum and current Ruler of (the current name is Palideas, but its subject to possibly change), and of course they do this with potential suitors, and after awhile, Gaia's no longer able to put it off, Sun and Moon need suitors, so she invites all possible suitors to the kingdom, and in here walks Y/n, many shenanigans ensue I dunno if I'll write a fic for this but I am sososososososoososososo tempted So uh, enjoy- (Also calling it the Royal Jesters AU, so theres that as well-)
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goldenheart-supremacy · 7 months
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@mvjerbs thought you should see this
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tapakah0 · 4 months
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amberluvsbugs · 4 months
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I blame @head-in-the-icloud for the unhealthy amount of Royal Jesters brainrot they have given me-
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v-albion · 4 months
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GOING INSANE OVER THE ROYAL AU @somerandomdudelmao @hodd1 @tapakah0
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clairebearsparkles · 8 months
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Frog Prince au, based on a short conversation I had with some folks 🐸👑
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aoi-kanna · 1 month
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Doodle time! >w<) // Cross's [LoVe] stages
XTaleCross by Jakei // Lv20 Cross by Wormy
Dedicated to The Round Table [Discord] and AcidGreenFlames
(Reminder: Royal Au Series +18) = ̄ω ̄=
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dclovesdanny · 14 days
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Dc x dp prompt
Dead on Main prompt 1/5
Danny is forced to hold a ball to look for a partner a la Cinderella Style on Pariah Dark’s (now technically his) castle, which will apparently last a week. Clockwork has sworn up and down that he will meet the love of his life there, but Danny doubts it, until he bumps into a hot revenant…
Jason was not expecting a lady who claims to be spirit of Gotham to show up at his apartment and force him into attending a ball. She said he will be allowed to go home in a week, after the ball ends.
At least the clothes are pretty cool, and he can live out his Pride and Prejudice dreams. He also met this really cute guy who has been wearing stunning dresses and seems to be the only other person who was interested in leaving. He hoped Danny wouldn’t mind seeing him again after they get out of here.
Meanwhile, the Batfam is panicking. Jason disappeared after patrol and no one has heard from him. Everyone is convinced he was kidnapped, and has different theories on who/why/how.
Gotham and Clockwork are very pleased with their planning.
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aychama · 5 days
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Oh me oh my! Are they in trouble?
Previous / Next
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rocky-again · 4 months
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I love the Royal au idea and I just love drawing that kind of style so I thought why not?
@somerandomdudelmao
Sadly my iPad pen is broken so I couldn't do it digitally :'(
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moonstruckdraws · 4 months
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MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY!
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I am absolutely in love with this au. I am making more sketches for this lol
I picture @somerandomdudelmao constantly having to push crowds of noblemen and bitter heirs away whenever they walk around the castle grounds and it annoys them to the point where they just shout at people to move
I don't know much about @hodd1, so forgive me on anything that could be out of character and incorrect, but I like to think that she would be giving Tapa tips constantly with added supportive advice. I also think this would cause her to ramble a bit and Tapa would be lost in the conversation lmao
And finally, the heiress herself @tapakah0. I like to think she'd constantly be on edge when wandering through the palace because of the number of eyes, with various intent, looking at her. I think she'd also feel the tiniest of bit bad for the people that Cass yells at to move out of the way lol. And maybe she likes to avoid the main routes through the palace as much as possible to avoid this, even if it takes longer to get to a destination.
Honestly, I have more ideas and I'm going to be whipping them up for a while until I draw them lol. I have such a love-hate relationship with royal au's, each one for various reasons, but I absolutely love the prompt for this au! It's so exciting! And it gives me an excuse to practice shading armor lol
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tarjapearce · 8 months
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Lips anon! Dark King Miguel and the gentle princess. The original one except Miguel is the king you dread to marry. Even more so when you meet him. He's a hulking man adorned with obsidian armor laced with gold. Cold piercing red eyes. If you weren't terrified, you would have seen how handsome he was, and that his gaze was filled with intrigue rather than hatred.
He takes your hand in armored claws, and kisses it. Now you blush.
You were to spend a good chunk of time in the palace with him until the day of the wedding. At first it's a nightmare because you are with someone who's slaughtered thousands of men, but he's gentle with you. Not exactly kind. But gentle.
Oh oh, imagine she took a little diary with her. She records her time in his lands, and he finds it while snooping in her room (checking for any weapons and such). He reads it and finds quite a bit about her. He rolls his eyes at the passage of her describing her dream man, but he is very intrigued about her wanting a bunch of children. He can give that to her, he wants many heirs too 🤭
Im such a sucker for these sort of tropes :'D ❤️❤️❤️ (Had to write this twice cause Tumblr erased the draft midway 😭😭)
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You fretted in your chambers.
Despite the kingdom's overall economy and exterior political relations were thriving, the feeling of wariness set heavyly on your chest. The Queen and King had forbidden your stay at the most recent council's meeting, and when you demanded an explanation, you were met with nothing but silence and pained looks.
"Your Majesty! Come back here! You can't go inside!"
"They are hiding something from me, Lucille. I know it!"
"But you just can't interrupt!" Your maid and friend had been trying to prevent to get in the throne room. She caught your arm and looked solemn for a moment.
"You... You too?"
She shook her head and sighed, pulling you to a more private spot.
"You must be very quiet, ok?" Lucille guided you through a secret little passageway you didn't know the castle had. Hidden in plain sight that took you exactly where you wanted, a small hole on the wall enough for you too take a glimpse of the room.
Sparse, war table on a side, some guards you couldn't recognize stood next to a chair, partially revealing who sat in it. You could only get a small reveal of his arms. Dark skinned, strong arms clad in obsidian and golden that ended in a claw like gauntlet.
"Your Majesty" Your dad spoke, a slight tremor in his voice, "I think we are rushing into conclusions, ser. You'll see our men-"
"I don't want your men, neither your women. My army is more than enough and if I wished, your kingdom would be wiped out at my command."
You father stressed kn his chair as your mother just watched with keen eyes the display of power.
"We might not be a large kingdom, your majesty-"
"You're right, ser. You're like a tiny and annoying stone that got in my greaves, but I have had enough bloodshed for now"
"T-Then what is it you want, your majesty?"
You frowned at the armored man's attitude as dread crept up your bones. His gauntlet curled on his head, pondering as he slicked his soft, wavy and dark locks back.
"Surprise me, your majesty" He sneered the two last words and you swallowed.
"I will give you the most precious thing I possess, your highness." Your mother spoke confidently as her eyes were casted at the man.
"Being?"
"My daughter. The princess."
Lucille gasped and you quickly covered her mouth. His ears perked at the sound and tensed, but ignored it since he just chuckled.
"I came here in order for you to understand why I need the West passage of your borders open, not to get married." He stood and it was yout time to gasp at the size of him. He looked gigantic, your father had to crane his head up to meet his eyes.
"Think about it, your highness." Your mother pressed as she also stood.
"We can't open the passage due to political differences between our Kingdom and Erunia. It's closing wasn't to meddle in your affairs, but more like a preventive solution in our safety, in case an invasion happened. The least of things we would want is another war against a powerful kingdom we know we have no chance against. "
The obsidian clad man seemed to pay attention to your mother's words
"Sure, our Kingdom is thriving again, and economy and politics seem promising, but you must also understand we have nothing much to offer you when we are still recovering from a war. We still mourn, and we are getting on our feet again."
Your throat tightened upon her mentioning mourn. Your brother, the prince had died in battle.
"And for me to offer you, this kingdom's most precious jewel... I'll leave it to your interpretation."
The man seemed to relax slightly. Political things weren't your strength but, you didn't have to be a genius to know that tension had been rising within the neighbor kingdoms. Yours was a small one that served as a bridge among the others. Without you, the rest would collapse bit by bit.
"I offer you protection, in exchange of your daughter."
Tears welled up in your eyes. They were using you like an object. The deal was sealed, and so was your fate.
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You had refused to see your parents after that, your mother had explained that it was for the kingdom's best interest.
"But what about me? I know that is selfish to think this way but, this is not what I want."
"It's not about what you want, more like what must be done. Your duty as a princess is to see for the people's interest, my dear. Our wishes matter little when the men think it's funny to play war."
"But mother, how could I possibly marry someone like that? Arachne kingdom is ruthless! And so is it's ruler!"
"We had no choice, my dear. Your brother... Im sure your brother would have chosen to try and wage a war against him to keep our autonomy... There is enough bloodshed as it is for now." She cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.
"Besides, he is not that bad. He was... civil and wise enough to hear us. And now, thanks to you we have his protection and a new chance of being the kingdom we used to be."
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You were set to depart to Arachne's kingdom within two weeks, and you made sure to enjoy the last bits of your freedom in your home. The wedding was set within 3 months. Or so the dark scroll the mysterious man had sent, said.
And when that day arrived, your carriage departed between sobs, anguish and heartfelt goodbyes. You didn't like the feeling of being seen as a martyr, but it gave your people hope.
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If you had to describe Arachne's beauty you'd settle for twisted. A contradiction of many types of beauty melded in a single space. The outskirts were full of thorns so thick you thought your carriage would be crushed before even reaching the castle, but the more your caravan approached, the sceneries changed into something less harrowing to a more utopic sort of settling.
Tall towers stood proud in the different cities, but one thing you couldn't help but notice were the elite guards. Mostly clad in a light armor, red and blue, a spider-skull like emblem on their chest. You weren't allowed to bring Lucille with you, a strange petition from this... Miguel King.
Miguel O'Hara. Ruler of Arachne. Commander of an elite force with abilities that surpassed the common guard forces. Many said it was his secret to get him where he was. Despite the rumors about the kingdom being desolated and hunger stricken, witnessing the opposite with your own eyes made your heart a little hopeful.
After all he had sent a small crew of four to guard you during the trip. A blonde girl with a left side of her head shaven, a tall dark young man with braids on each side of his head slicked back with a look that pierced your soul, Another black man with many perforations in his face, with the strangest hairdo you had seen in someone, and their commander. A tall, black slender woman with a red and obsidian armor. None of you talked during the trip. But the pierced face young man and the blonde girl offered you small, almost sympathetic smiles your way.
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Your arrival at the castle was announced. Your four escorts guided you to the main hall and kneeled before the man you had only caught a minimal glimpse of. Red eyes regarded your form, clad in a emerald green with golden trims dress.
You could notice his eyes widening just slightly as you entering the room. And then he stood. Your breath was caught in your throat and just as your father, you had to crane your head up to meet his eyes. Captivating yet full of unspeakable things. But you were certain, hatred wasn't one of them, rather wonder. He stared at you with mild curiosity.
You revered before him.
"Princess (Name) of Theleria, at your service, my lord." Sweet and soft spoken. A stark contrast of his overall aura. He noticed the small tremor in your hands and chuckled.
"Welcome, Princesa." Despite his imposing and intimidating looks, his royal etiquette shone through.
"Make yourself at home" Or so it did it's best. He returned to his work. He wasn't much for words as you were escorted to your own chambers. You certainly were swooned by the place grandeur and the elite force you had heard so much.
"Your Majesty sends his apologies, he won't be able to meet you during dinner. Would you like to eat on your chambers, or in the dining hall?" The man wore another red and blue armor, you had noticed that only commanders wore a certain type of armor.
"In my room, ser. Thanks."
He nodded with a smile and left. Your room was enormous, easily mistaken for a whole wing. You had dinner in your room.
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"Where is she?"
"In her room. She preferred to eat inside."
"Hm." Miguel hummed as he spreaded some map before him. Peter looking at him.
"Want me to arrange a tea meeting with her?"
Miguel's nose scrunched and he shook his head.
"Make it a lunch. I don't like tea."
"I know, coffee guy. You think her parents will keep their word?"
"They better, if not, we'll wipe them."
"Wouldn't that be harrowing for your future bride?"
Miguel arched an eyebrow at him
"Merely political affairs."
"She's pretty"
"Hm and gentle. You know what happens to gentle people."
"They get an arranged marriage with a ruthless belicist of a king." Peter couldn't help but giggle at his mortified expression.
"One more-"
"And I'm out. I know, I know pal. Get some rest. Your eyebags are packing for vacation already" Peter smiled at his annoyed sigh, then left him be.
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The lunch never came, as you were stood up, again. You had expected much, after all it was an arranged marriage, of course the desire of knowing eachother just for pretense was only in your imagination. However you had noticed that his gaze lingered on you for more than he actually let on.
You had been sorted through the city, to meet it's people, and so far mostly looked happy? Children ran around a fountain, merchants exposed and sold their goods, art supplies and a small leathery notebook, caught your attention. The extense array of colors had you grinning and marveling at things you had never seen before. Charcoals, complete drawing kits, turpentine, canvas made out of the richest materials.
Arachne's people were kind, welcoming and it just made you wonder how such kind of people had a blood thirsty man for a king? Not that he intentionally waged wars just for fun and giggles. Peter watched you with a lazy smile, occasionally recommending things to try. He and the blonde girl, whose name happened to be Gwen, we're kind enough to answer each of your questions. You didn't dare to ask about Miguel. He seemed too busy to be disturbed and by the way his face was always set in a permanent frown, made you wonder how would things would be in your wedding day.
He was aloof, too buried in his own world of War and battles. You couldn't help but nod with an absentminded expression at Peter saying he won't be for dinner either.
"Of course." That's all you uttered before you returned to the castle and retreated to your room. Your chest constricting tightly.
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"You know, getting any sort of contact with her wouldn't hurt you." Peter spoke as he was polishing his gauntlets.
Miguel remained silent, eyes too focused on the scroll before him.
"How was the trip?"
"She was like a kid in a candy store when we stopped in an art shop."
"Something she liked?" Peter smiled and scrubbed the wax away from the gauntlet
"Paintings and art supplies. She loved the cherry pie and couldn't stop marveling at how dreamlike the city looked"
"Hm. Her kingdom is... small. Nothing much to look around. Anyways, get her what she liked. "
"Beg your pardon?" Peter blinked at him
"Told you to get her what she liked."
"Of course. "
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The following days you were either holed up in your bedroom, or in the gardens making small talk with the servants. They seemed good and easygoing people, and it kept you from giving into the loneliness feeling that seemed to loom over your head with each passing day.
Sometimes you'd caught glimpses of him, a small group of elite soldiers tailing behind him in scary synchronization. Your eyes would meet for seconds, but he'd just look away and continue his work.
At this point you knew what the apologetic look on Peter or Gwen meant. He wasn't showing up.
"I'm sorry."
"Have I done something to... upset him this way? To the point of him maybe finding my company repulsive? "
Peter seized you with a frown.
"I know he is a busy man, wars don't wage on their own, I know much. But..." You shook your head and sighed, "Nevermind that. I'm just being pretentious. Bid you a good evening, ser Peter."
You bowed to him and left to your room. You had refused kindly your dinner.
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The next day a couple of guards entered your room as you were writing a letter for your parents. They saluted Peter and left.
"Your Majesty." He bowed and guided your to the medium sized wooden box.
"A gift from the king" Your eyes widened in surprise, your cheeks growing a bit warmer.
"Thank you, ser Peter." You smiled and rummaged through its contents, small squeal upon looking at the leathery notebook you had seen before. Peter left and you wasted no time into enjoying your gift.
Papers, watercolors, oil paints, colored waxes, painting brushes, paint remover, it felt like a dream. Your chest felt giddy at the idea that showed up in your mind.
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You gave Peter a small box with something you had done.
"Ser Peter?"
"Yes, your majesty?"
"Could you give this to the King?" You handed him a small velvet pouch. A small canvas in it.
"Do you think he would like it?"
"I'm sure he will, your majesty" Peter smiled.
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Miguel took the pouch suspiciously, but his eyes widened at the small painting of himself with a small piece of scroll. A fancy and curvy scribblings on it
Thank you for your kindness, my lord.
Your penmanship impeccable, years of princess etiquette and training reflected on it. his lips curved a bit. You had gotten a good angle of him.
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He snuck in your room as you had gone to the city with Peter and Gwen again. This time, the man with the pierced face came along.
He didn't expect it to be so you. Paintings you did, dried on the window, drawings of things that caught your interest the most; cherries, birds, nature, and kids. Not that he didn't trust you, he just wanted to see with his own eyes what you had done so far with his gift.
He was glad to find you hadn't wasted it at all. The leathery book however made him to pick it up. It was your own diary. His hands carefully flipped the pages, reading into his contents.
A drawing of him with the caption "king of Arachne and quite aloof." the latter in small letters. He sighed and flipped the pages.
The bakery man is such a gentleman! And his pies so scrumptious.
He chuckled at the little pie drawing you did. He found more descriptions in what seemed to be this type of ideal man for you. He rolled his eyes. But the last lines of the pages caught his interest the most.
After losing my brother, it has come to my thinking. I would love a big family on my own.
You wanted kids. Heirs.
The steps outside alerted him as he tossed the diary back on your bed, and soon you'd enter through the door. The way your eyes looked at him with surprise made his heart to flutter softly. He had met rivals in the battlefield, all giving him a horrifying look, begged him to not come closer. But never he had someone to look at him like you were.
His eyes softened as he walked over you. Lips pressed together, you bowed.
"My lord."
He bowed too, adding more wide at your surprise.
"Enjoying your gift?".
"Very much. Thank you." His thank you gift came into mind.
"Did you... receive mines?"
"Of course."
"Did you like?"
Sweet face looked at him, expectantly. His pulse quickened.
"Si." He mumbled and you looked at him confused for a second.
"I'll take it as a yes?" You smiled.
So so sweet.
He relaxed.
"I'll see you in the dining hall."
"Oh?"
To your surprise he looked at you as he took your hand and kissed the back of your soft palm.
"Don't be late". He left.
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