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After Dark Writing 18+ Event

ROYAL AU – Touya Todoroki x Female!Reader

Full text by ©half-baked-biscuit; Event created by @pressedlilacsandlilies; Divider provided by @chrissquares (here)

Sneak peek: ‘Listen, father… I am not sure about how this whole story will end, if it will be a simple story of two people that celebrated their love through a wedding which lasted seven days and seven nights, or if it will be a fantastic story of losing ourselves and straying apart, or even if it will end in death. I do not know which one of these our story will be like – or whether it will even be a true story, to begin with, but I want to live it.’

Characters: white-hair Touya Todoroki with an opposite personality from the one in canon manga, the Prince; female! Reader, daughter of a hunter, reader possesses fairy genes; Enji and Rei Todoroki are mentioned as the King and Queen; Hawks is mentioned as Touya’s best friend (slightly one-sided gay-themed friendship);

Possible triggers: the word ‘cocaine' is mentioned, but no drug use; ‘arranged marriage’; health problems after birth (not the reader); the reader was abandoned by her mother after birth; animal death by hunting; it was used a comparison with ‘dropping a bomb’; slightly over-protective father of the reader; a tint of angst during some father – daughter, mother – son conversations; ‘death’ (not related to the reader); no use of condom; oral sex (female receiving);

Genre: SMUT WITH A PLOT + multiple fluffy and soft moments; short fragments of sensual behaviour; explicit smut at some point near the end; soft dominant virgin Touya; shy virgin reader;

Wordcount: 11.7k

The daily life of Prince Touya can come off as extraordinary. To live in such a magnificent castle, to have all your meals cooked by the greatest chef in the Kingdom, always wear shiny clean clothes, and have the permission to do almost anything you like sounds like a dream life. But from the Prince’s point of view, it did not feel how it looked.

Being an only child meant that Touya had been spoiled ever since he was born, nothing of what he needed or wanted lacked. His parents, the King and Queen, were lucky, though, that Touya didn’t grow up into a brat, a problem kid, a reckless boy. Touya was as innocent as he looked, with his tall, slim stature, with his hair white as pure cocaine and his soft, perfect skin. He was a kind child that grew up into a kind and obedient teenager. Everything seemed perfect about him and his parents were more than thrilled to have been blessed by the skies with such a descendent.

Flaws are always defined in relation to what people consider normal or adequate. In a royal house, to not seek to rule is not considered bad – in fact, it pleases the rulers to know they do not have competition. But when the only heir to the throne of a great empire does not wish to follow in his father’s steps, the certainty of the next day perishes slowly. Prince Touya’s only wish – the only thing he ever asked from his parents – was to not force him into marriage. He wanted to be free, to roam the world and witness its greatness, to meet unusual people and to taste the food and water from the other side of the world, not to dance and make small talk with princesses whom his father invited to the Court in hopes his son's eyes will fall prey to one of them.

The topic never birthed fights within the Royal Family. At the very first conversation on this matter, Touya stated it clearly and with so much confidence that his mind cannot be bent. As angry as Enji, his father, turned, as calm his mother remained. Rei was naturally a more calculated woman. She married Prince Todoroki 24 years ago because she knew it was the right choice; only after, they fell in love with each other. She has told this story to her infant many times, wishing to inspire a sense of responsibility in him, but he proved to have a strong personality.

Serving breakfast with his parents, attending his father’s morning meetings with the Council, having lunch with his mother and a few of her lady companions constituted the worst part of Touya’s days. All of those activities and discussions bored him to death, yet he joined them out of respect and because the Prince didn’t have friends around the Castle, let alone siblings. His mother suffered deeply after giving birth to him, so she and the King decided to perfectly raise one child rather than risk birthing ill children.

The rest of the day had more chances to become interesting. Touya’s only friend, a blond village boy named Keigo Takami, the son of the blacksmith who was in charge of almost all the weapons in the Royal Family’s armoury, sometimes nudged him into doing fun activities like archery training, horse rides or even painting. On occasions, amazed by Touya’s talent, Keigo asked him to recite from the books he’s read.

One day, Prince Touya woke up and decided to break his routine. He has always thought that routine is the one thing that turns people mad. One can either go crazy for having to do the same thing over and over again, while another could lose his mind for not being able to do the things he was used to always doing. Consequently, with a solid thought, the Prince sent a servant after Keigo and another after his archery teacher and invited them to a real hunting session in the woods. The two could not refuse the Prince’s request, so in the span of an hour, all of them were riding towards the sylvan part of the Kingdom.

As a hunter’s daughter, your life was pretty ordinary. Once daily tasks were fulfilled, you immersed yourself into the book you had received as a gift when you were younger, from a friend of your father. He had been a knight before he died in a battle overseas, so his relations were vast. He had seen the potential in his friend’s daughter and dared to help you upgrade your knowledge, for your own sake. When you did not read, you joined your father on his hunts. You weren’t fond of killing animals, if not for food, but you enjoyed your father’s company as much as he enjoyed yours. You were all that he had left from your mother.

Years ago, he fell in love with a fay he met in a deep side of the forest. The creature fell in love with the hunter that seemed to not enjoy the killing, and, out of curiosity, they interacted. They met more and more in the same spot until they both gave in to the sensation. A month later, a miracle came to be – you. Not having inherited the magical powers of your mother resulted in you being rejected by the clan. Nonetheless, the fay had to return, breaking her own heart for leaving the tiny soul with a confused and lost man.

Your father did a tremendous job in raising you into the beauty that you were. You resembled your mother almost perfectly; the hair, the eyes, the freckles, the skin tone, even the slightly pointy ears, all but the wings. Your beauty was unnatural, and people tended to mock your father about sleeping with a Princess from a faraway Kingdom, infinitely different from the one he lived in.

You and Prince Touya saw the big rabbit at the same time, but neither of you knew of the other’s existence. Your father was somewhere else in the area and only heard your scream when an arrow passed blinding-fast in front of you and speared the unaware bunny. Touya’s ears bled from the desperation in the voice that broke the silence of the forest. His blood turned cold as he looked at the bow in Keigo’s hand, the idea of his friend having hurt a living human aggressing his mind. The teacher and the hunter arrived at the same time in the tensed area.

‘What happened?’ Both of them yelled, scaring each other with the presence.

‘I think I hurt somebody…’ Keigo whispered, his eyes fixing the spot where his arrow disappeared.

The leaves moved and some twigs cracked in that direction, and it was enough for Touya’s heart to restart beating. He sprinted towards the movement, completely forgetting about the other three men. When he appeared between the trees, his blue eyes fell on your cape and his worst fear returned.

‘Are you hurt?’

‘Deeply. You killed it.’

Your voice sounded angry and disappointed altogether. You turned around and threw the man a short glare before the shining clothes screamed his social position.

‘Apologies, Your Highness. I did not wish to speak like this.’

Your face was the most beautiful one Touya had ever seen. He remained speechless, barely heard what you said for being too mesmerized by the actual sound of your voice. He felt a strange hollow in his stomach as he walked closer to you. Your fingers were crushing together as you avoided looking at him. When his hand touched your chin to lift your head, you almost broke a knuckle.

‘You did wish to speak like that. You are angry, that is why. My friend killed your friend, I presume, and I apologize for it, even if it does not change anything.’

Touya’s deep voice was unexpectedly soothing. You closed your eyes when he made you face him because, just like servants, ordinary villagers were not allowed to look at the Royals. They were not even allowed to stand that close to them. Yet there you were, a forearm away from the Prince, with his cold fingers in contact with your face and the most beautiful eyes staring at you.

‘I am sorry. What can I do to make you feel better?’

‘Nothing, Your Highness. It was just a rabbit I found adorable. Do not worry about it. I do not need to feel better. I am alright, I was just scared.’

You were reluctant, careful with the proximity. After all, he was a stranger, a man, and you were alone together in a glade. Luckily, your father jumped in seconds later and you felt at ease.

‘Your Highness, we apologize for disrupting your hunting session. We were looking for some herbs and we were not aware someone else was in these parts.’

‘Rest assured, we did not check this aspect either. My friend over here,’ Touya spotted Keigo and threw him a death glare, ‘released the arrow before I told him to. I am the one who should be sorry. This woman could have been hurt.’

‘That is my daughter, Your Highness. And I am very happy she is not injured. Let’s go, my child. We bothered them enough.’

Your father’s calm returned upon seeing you unharmed and you smiled as you walked towards him. Touya’s hand grabbed your arm at the last moment, stopping you from advancing. Everyone paralyzed but none said a word.

‘Come to dine at the Court. My way of apologizing.’

The Prince dropped his request like one drops a bomb – unexpectedly and with a huge impact. Your father’s eyebrows joined instantly. Why was the Prince suddenly interested in his baby girl? And the concern deepened when he saw you turning to look the Prince straight in the eye and talk.

‘I do not think I am suited for such a thing, Your Majesty. I may not be a servant, still, I am from the low class. There is no place for me at a Court.’

Touya’s ocean eyes shone when they dived into yours. His mouth hung open and a disappointed breath left between his soft-looking lips. Keigo saw the longing in his friend’s eyes and a prying idea circled his brain only once before he spoke it out loud.

‘What if we made a deal?’

The blond guy drew everyone’s attention.

‘There will be a feast at the Court soon. We can offer your father the best hunting weapons we can get our hands on and in return, you come to dine.’

‘With all due respect, Your Highness, you do not have to do that. You merely killed a rabbit and by the foolish girl-’

‘She’s compassionate. Not foolish. The deal stands. If it makes you feel like you are selling your daughter, forget the thought. I just want to eat in the company of a more interesting person.’

The Prince cut all the following words as he let go of your arm. His eyes were neither pleading, nor ordering. He placed a request and awaited the answer, be it affirmative or negative.

‘Father, I want to go.’ You said after a short moment.

‘It is best if we go, yes.’

‘No. I want to dine with the Prince.’

With a simple smile coating his lips, Touya motioned to his friend and his teacher that it was the time to leave. Walking in the opposite direction, the hunter’s concern drew wrinkles on his already slightly old face. Why exactly his daughter? Why did they have to meet the Prince? Out of all the hectares of land, what were the odds he and his daughter would end up stumbling on a Royalty?

‘Is it really what you want, dear?’ Your father asked you.

‘I’ve seen Royalties before when you hunted for them, father, but this one is not alike. Besides, I’ve always wanted to see the Court.’ You answered, cooing, and skipping the rest of the walk back home.

‘You have to promise me you will take care! I know how it is to interact with people out of your league…’

The voice of your father seemed to fade at the end, a memory resurfacing to his memory, for sure.

‘I will, father.’

‘You come back that night, are we clear?’

You were not a child anymore, not even a teenager. Moreover, a grown woman, the daughter of a hunter, was able to protect herself up to an extent, yet you could never be too careful. You circled both of your arms around one of your father’s and leaned your head on his shoulder just before you arrived in front of the house.

‘Everything will be ok, I promise.’

Meanwhile, at the Palace, Touya and the company arrived on the back of overused horses. Hot breath coming out of the widened nostrils materialized in the otherwise warm summer air as tiny clouds. Petting the nape of his black horse, the Prince called for a stable boy and then ran inside the main hall.

‘Mother! Father!’

The Queen was not on her throne that afternoon hour, instead, she was taking her much needed rest. On the other side, the King was talking to a group of velleins who came to bring a piece of information.

‘What is it, Touya? What could be so important that you forgot your manners?’

‘I found the one!’

The Prince yelled with a dying breath after he climbed up three stairs at a time to the Throne Room.

‘The one what? What are you talking about?’

‘The one. I found her.’

Touya tried catching his breath as a smile lit up his face and his heart went to press on his chest. With a wave of his hand, Enji dismissed the three men, letting them know they could return later that day. The look on his face could not be less interested or surprised and that troubled Touya more than anything. He has felt a weird connection to you, the magical-looking woman, and for a second, he tried to reject it, but the more he studied you in those brief moments, the more he wanted to spend his whole time with you. And he had to make his father understand that.

Catching up with his agile friend, Keigo entered the Throne Room and bowed before his King.

‘Your Majesty.’

‘Takami, please tell me my only son did not fall for a servant girl.’

Enji’s ruthless words harmed Touya’s pride. The boy’s smile disappeared as if it was never there and a frown clouded his eyes to the point it turned them from sapphire blue to navy. He turned on his heels and left the room before any of the other two got to say another word. The big wooden door slammed behind him and Keigo flinched like a little bird.

‘What is the meaning of this atrocious attitude?!’

‘Your Highness, you must not worry. She was just a huntress we met in the woods by accident. It is nothing serious, but a mere interest the Prince developed. I think he will get over it soon-’

‘He better! I will not tolerate any servant to sit on the throne next to the future king of this Empire.’ Enji cut the boy’s words.

‘Well, about that…’

The scarred skin on the King’s face looked even darker when concern and anger mixed in his mind.

‘Your Highness, the Prince invited this woman to the upcoming Feast.’

‘Ha! She is lucky this event welcomes people of all social classes, or else the Prince would have suffered to see her sent back to the kitchen.’

The King spoke his final statement as he stood up from the huge golden chair and passed by the blacksmith’s boy. When he stopped in his closeness, the King’s voice sounded way softer than expected.

‘Take care of him, Keigo. You are everything he’s got.’

The boy’s skin shivered on his arms and neck as he bowed again and left the enclosure by another door.

As promised, your father received a new set of weapons more than perfect for hunting, skinning, and cooking the prey, and with that, you had to keep your part of the deal. Days have passed and the arrival of the Feast thrilled you. You searched the entire village for a girl or a woman that could help you sew a piece of clothing worthy of the Court, but none proved willing to help you for the amount of money that you had available. The quickest decision you could take was to buy the materials, which were not very expensive, and create the dress on your own. At first, you wanted to go for your casual look – pants, like on the hunts – but you realized it may not be suitable for a Feast. It was enough that you were invited by the Prince in person for the other female participants to pick at you, you didn’t need to give them a supplementary reason.

If the Prince looked like one during his hunting exercise, for the Event he outdid himself. He has ordered a brand-new suit and he looked more beautiful than ever in it. He was seated at the head of the table, next to his mother and father, but the soles of his shoes burned in anticipation of the moment he would see you walking inside the Big Hall. His eyes inspected every feminine face that entered, every dress and every strand of hair, from afar, not daring to step over his father’s words too soon.

You doubted your effort only because you couldn’t see yourself from Touya’s eyes. He found you dangerously stunning in your elegant but modest dress. Your hard work and implication were a success and you were beautiful – half of it thanks to the fay genes you were wearing. The Prince was mesmerized and couldn’t hold back from greeting you personally. You jumped when he approached you but smiled instantly when he offered you his hand and his most sincere smile. You felt spears in the back of your head coming from all the pairs of eyes that set on you as the Prince led you to his seat.

‘Please, dine by my side. I was the one to invite you, after all.’

You felt blood flooding your cheeks as you nodded briefly and sat on the chair next to the Royal Family. The King was beyond outraged by his son’s action, but the Queen seemed not so against it. Her husband has told her previously about their child’s newest obsession. Absolutely everyone else paused whatever they were doing and pointed their eyes at you. Self-awareness, embarrassment, and fear crossed your soul and you looked at Touya with your head tilted forward.

‘Your Highness, I don’t think this is a good idea. I do not fit at this table…’

The confusion on the young man’s face made you feel bad about what you just said. You felt the tension surrounding you and you were so close to standing up and leaving the goddamn hall before Touya placed his hand on your forearm.

‘I still want to dine by your side.’

And with that, the Prince stood up, offered you his hand to hold and waited while all the eyes stared at the scene.

‘What are you doing, Touya?’ The King asked, parting the goblet from his lips.

It was outlawed mannerism how Touya acted, ignoring his father, leaving the Royal table, holding the hand of a peasant. He led you to an upper-class type of table and had you both sitting on wooden chairs. The King and Queen exchanged a few apprehensive looks but decided it wasn’t the proper time or place to confront the Prince. Noticing how the Royal Family did not make even the littlest gesture, the guests resumed their earlier conversations and actions. Making himself comfortable on the chair that did not have a soft pillow, Touya let go of your hand and suggested you fill your plate. You sheepishly did so, in silence, not knowing how it was right to talk and act in such a situation. It was like the Prince had forgotten he was a prince, and you were the one to be found guilty of it.

‘Tell me about yourself. You have ruled my everyday thoughts since I laid eyes on you.’

Touya had no problem in confessing his ideas and convictions whenever he felt like it, the possibility of someone eavesdropping not bothering him at all. His voice was soft, and his eyes gave off a feeling of honesty. You looked at him and bit your lip before you answered.

‘I do not think I am fit to rule your mind, Your Highness.’

‘Well, you do not rule it as my father rules the Kingdom, but I found myself thinking about you at the most unexpected moments of my days.’

‘How so, Your Grace?’

‘For example, I thought about you when we picked the food for the feast. I wondered if you would like what will be served.’

‘What if I tell you I do not like it?’

The informal tone the Prince adopted made you feel comfortable. It was not a sort of joke, you were not going to be punished for talking to the Prince, considering he was, in fact, the one who initiated it, you merely obliged to his Royal desire. So you mellowed and allowed yourself to test the boy’s reactions, as much as he allowed it.

‘You do not? I can ask them to make you whatever you want.’ Touya replied.

His eyes widened and he was already raising a hand to call for a kitchen boy.

‘No, Your Majesty, stop! I was fooling around. This food is delicious.’

‘Well, I am glad to hear that. Now, tell me, where are you from? How come I never saw you in the village? I have been living here my whole life.’

‘Our home is outside the village, Your Majesty. We are hunters and we need to be as close to nature as possible. To embrace it, to meld with its children, to feel its changes. We are sociable people and we come often to the village to sell the venison, or at least my father comes, but we prefer to live outside it.’

Touya was utterly fascinated by the way you talked about your life. His eyes devoured the soft curve of your lips as you spoke and the way your cheeks puffed when a smile tried coming out.

‘What do you do all day? Other than hunting, that is.’

‘I keep the house and the yard clean and tidy. I patch my father’s clothes. I sing with the birds, and at night I read.’

During his infancy, when his mother hired a professor to teach little Touya how to read and calculate, he heard stories about children and adults from outside the castle that did not have the opportunities he had. Hearing these veiled threats on a loop, the boy never stepped back from learning new skills. He could read, write, calculate, paint, dance, ride the horse, fight with a bow and arrow, a nanny even taught him how to sew when they were locked in the castle for about a week as the rain did not seem to ever stop again.

‘You read? Who taught you how to do that?’

‘I did, Your Highness. When I was very young, a knight offered my father a book as a gift and I learned to read with it.’

‘You seem so naturally gifted.’

‘I am very normal, Your Highness.’ You replied and looked down to hide the faint red painting your cheeks.

‘No, I am serious. I have seen dozens of Princesses and none can compare to your beauty. What is your secret?’

Trying to regain the self-control your father inspired in you while he taught you how to prepare the animals for cooking, you replied.

‘A girl never tells her secret, my Prince. Especially when the secret is as big as mine.’

Your words intrigued him so much that he gasped. Like a curious child, he leaned towards you and pleaded.

‘You have to tell me! If you tell me your secret, I will answer any question you have, about anything.’

He was so brave and so naïve at the same time. What if you asked him a question no one ever found an answer to? You leaned closer too and hoped to Heaven your plan will work.

‘Alright, as the Prince desires. I am a child born out of the love between a man and a fairy. I did not grow wings, but I stole all my mother’s beauty.’

A moment of silence passed with the Prince quickly blinking before he burst into a loud impolite laugh. He grabbed two glasses from the table, asked a servant to fill them with red wine and offered you one. Your fingers brushed against his and a knot forced you to only mouth a ‘Thank you.’

‘You caught me there, nice try. But since your lie was so good, I have to respect my part of the agreement.’

‘Are you sure? I have to tell you that I am a very curious person, Your Highness.’

‘I am definitely sure. Go ahead. Prepare your question wisely for you have no more than one.’

You soaked your lips with the bitter-sweet beverage and contemplated asking the right question to not inopportune the Prince. Ready to allow you all the time you needed, Touya redirected his attention to the steak on his plate. He knew it was probably not the exact rabbit which Keigo killed, but rather just another hare, yet he smiled, thinking how such a terrible event as death brought his fate to cross yours.

‘I have the question.’ You said and his attention turned idly to you. ‘What would make you truly happy in this world?’

Touya was almost sure you would ask something about the Castle, or the Royal type of life, or even about war, so he paused the chewing when your brave words reached his ears. He swallowed, drank half of a mouth of wine, and leaned back in his chair.

‘What makes you think I am not happy. I am the Prince, after all.’

‘Aside from that, Your Highness, I think you are human. And no matter what we are made to be, I believe in our subconsciousness we sometimes aspire to more than we already are.’

His eyebrows joined in a frown, but his mouth smiled so widely, almost like he was proud of you.

‘To be free of everything and travel the world. That would make me truly happy.’

There it was. The difference you felt in him in those short moments in the wood when you first met him. Your heart started beating faster under your brain’s work that it was not dangerous to fall for this man, even if he was far out of your league. You resumed eating and after a while, you began thinking of a subject to appear more interesting in the Prince’s eyes, but before you opened your mouth to say anything, Touya cut you short.

‘This night will not last forever, but I want to see you again.' He talked with no eye contact, which made you feel a strong tension.

‘Again, Your Grace?’ You whispered, feeling your cheeks burning in anticipation of a continuation.

‘If you want it too, of course.’

The Prince’s smile was so different from the one he offered to the other guests. He was genuine with you and you did not know how to explain the storm in your guts.

‘As long as I do not ruin anything or catch anyone’s antipathy…’

‘Non-sense. Who could hate you?’

You hid your smile in the palm of your hand and looked down. You could still feel Touya’s eyes on you and it inquired if that was how worshipped Gods felt like.

The evening fell into night eventually and the guests began leaving. Touya didn’t seem to get enough of the time he had with you, not giving a single care for how the King looked at him. When you checked the time, though, you realized how late it turned.

‘Your Highness, I deeply apologize for disrupting the wonderful time we are having, but I must return home. It is late and I have to walk the entire village.’

‘No, of course. I overstepped the line. I must apologize. Let’s go.’

The Prince stood up immediately and offered his hand once again. You were not sure what was on the verge of happening, but from the way the King and the Queen looked at the two of you leaving the Great Hall, it was not a good thing. The Prince escorted you downstairs and out through the big doors of the Castle, and on your way, he ordered a young boy to fetch a carriage. When the vehicle arrived, Touya held the door open for you to get in, but neither you nor the people that had gathered close by knew what the Prince was about to do.

‘A Prince should not do that!’ The King spoke loudly, in a solemn voice, as Touya placed one foot on the margin of the carriage.

‘Touya, honey, you cannot…’ The Queen added, in a much softer voice than of his husband’s.

‘Your Highness, you are the Prince, the only heir to the throne, you cannot risk going into the woods at night alone!’ A counsellor that joined the scene intervened.

‘It is precisely because it is night in the woods that I must go! To protect what matters most!’ Touya returned the attitude he received from the three.

Noting how serious his friend’s expression was, Keigo stepped in, pushing the obtrusive counsellor to the side.

‘My Prince, I can go, if you will allow it. I can escort the lady back to her father and then return to my own home. This way you will not break the King’s orders and you will have your mind at ease. I give you my word!’

Your sight kept shifting from one person to another as they argued, your stomach clenching in the guilt of being the root of the quarrel. You did not dare speak a word to not sound impolite to any of them, so you kept crushing your fingers and breathing deeply, in silence. As curious as you were about how the end of the scene looked, so were you concerned about time passing and night growing deeper. After he offered you another longing look from his cerulean eyes, Touya stepped away from the carriage.

‘He is my best friend; you can trust him. I hope we meet again, Y/N.’

Keigo sat in front of you in the covered carriage and waved his hand once at the Prince before the coachman whipped the horses for the ride. It was not appropriate for a lady, be she of a lower class, to stick her head out the window to look at the people left behind, so you held back, forcefully swallowing the butterflies that tickled your throat.

‘Did you cast a spell on him?’ Keigo asked out of a sudden, the suspicion that flourished on his face disturbing you.

‘Pardon me? Why would you say that?’

‘I have never seen the Prince look at someone the way he looks at you. For a long time, I thought that maybe he was not interested in women at all, in any way, and that was why he never cared about interacting with Princesses. But then he met you, and that changed everything about him.’

‘What do you mean? How should I address you, Sir?’

Even if the conversation made you feel uncomfortable, your manners did not abandon you. You knew, from the way the young man was dressed, that he was not a royal person, yet you knew nothing else about him.

‘Sir? Don’t call me a sir. I’m a blacksmith’s boy. The Prince and I became friends because we were raised together in the castle when my mother died, and my father was too busy working for the King to take care of me. You can call me Keigo. Or address me by ‘Hawks’, I am a very good hunter and I always aim for small prey.’

‘I saw that.’

Your slightly venomous reaction reminded Keigo of the rabbit that caused all that interaction.

‘Right. Anyway, as a trusted friend, it is my duty to question you about your intentions and feelings. I know what Touya is expected to want and do, but I also want to see him happy and fulfilled. He has talked to me about you, but I need to hear you talking first, then I will tell you what I know.’

The situation was obscure. Did the boy join you on that trip to untangle your tongue? What were his true intentions regarding the Prince? His gold eyes did not seem to shelter lies, yet something was unsettling about the way he looked at you. Maybe he was jealous somehow? You have heard about same-sex people mingling, but it was not like society would accept that easily, let alone in the Royal family.

‘If the Prince has any feelings towards me, I think it is only his place to talk about them. Like a trusted friend, you should not divulge his secret, Hawks.’

Your way of speaking intrigued Keigo, it made him more interested in you than he already was, and he smiled. Before he managed to speak another word, you continued your pledge.

‘Regarding my intentions, I can assure you that I am not interested in a single golden coin from the Castle if that is what you suspect me of. My father and I live decently from what he earns and lately, I have begun gaining a small amount myself. I found the Prince’s company relaxing, interesting if not, and I enjoyed talking to him tonight. That is all.’

‘You are not good at lying.’

‘Pardon me?’

‘You lost yourself in those sapphire eyes. I saw your hand twitching to grab his. You are in love with Prince Touya and I can see it.’

The sharpest sword in the Kingdom would have not cut you as quickly and painfully as Keigo’s words had. You looked at him, mouth agape and the right fingers squeezing the material of your dress. He sounded so certain, almost proving your suspicion about the feelings he himself nurtured for the Prince. You did not want to accept the fact that Keigo was right about everything he said, but the jitters in your being took his side.

‘What can I do about it? I fell for him.’ You confessed in the dead of the night, to a seemingly jealous stranger, in a borrowed carriage that you hoped for Heavens would take you home. ‘I fell in love with the unattainable Prince and now I must fall out of it. It is of no use for any of us this feeling, this agitation, the sparkles I feel on my tongue when I catch a glimpse of his lips moving as he speaks.’ You continued, glazing at the blond man who was wearing pride on his face.

‘Do not let go of those feelings just because you think they are guiding you towards an unreachable goal. Nurture this passion you have, do not let it turn into obsession and you will be grateful for my words.’ Keigo spoke a while after letting you dwell in your emotion.

Prince Touya’s interest in you was strange, yet unharmful. Once delivering you home to your father, Keigo bowed before both of you – the royal attitude inculcated in him during all his years at the court – and apologized to your parent for arriving so late at night. Your father sent you inside quickly, as his soul fell back into his body when you got off the carriage smiling and unharmed, but he remained outside to ask for clarification.

‘Tell me, Sir, what is His Highness’s intention?’

‘Please, dismiss the formalities, I am not at all royal. The Prince was not allowed to escort the lady himself, so I took this responsibility upon myself. Sir, I must assure you that there is no reason for you to worry about this innocuous interaction. I have known Prince Touya since I was a little boy and I dare to say that I can read him like an open book. I am entirely certain that his feelings and intentions towards your daughter are genuine. He appears to have fallen in love with her, but fear not, he will do nothing of what your daughter would not agree to.’

Keigo’s way of speaking intrigued your father – and yourself since you eavesdropped on the conversation – but the man eventually gave in and accepted the younger’s words.

‘Good night, then. Thank you for taking care of my daughter tonight. Make sure you get home safely.’

‘Will do, Sir. Have a good night you too.’

You made sure to leave the hallway before Keigo climbed in the carriage so that your father would not find you rebelling against his words. When he knocked on your door, you asked for a few more moments as you slipped your nightgown on. You knew he would want to talk to you about the feast, so you previously prepared the speech in your mind.

‘My sweet child, I do not see this ending well.’

‘Why, father?’

‘For the modest people that we are, a royalty is an unattainable creature, just like your mother was to me.’

‘But my mother was not unattainable to you, was she? How else would I be standing here then, in front of you, asking you to have faith in my intuition?’

‘Yes, you are right, Shaylah and I loved each other, but look at us now. Look at you and me, Y/N,’ your father raised his tone as tears flooded his eyes, ‘you and I are alone now. Do you want to be alone in the end? At the hand of a man who loved you for a few moments before he had to face his real-life duty and abandon you for you was not sufficient?’

‘He would not, father.’

‘You know nothing about this man, Y/N!’

‘I know how I feel around him.’

When your father sighed, his hands fell from your shoulders which he had grabbed earlier. You were obnoxiously calm, and he felt unable to change your mind. The unwavering personality he helped shaping on you was bright as the moon outside even at that moment when nothing was certain outside the fact that you two were blood-related.

‘Are you sure you want to go down this road?’

‘I am mesmerized by all his features, his mind, his way of talking and his honesty. I love the life in the woods with you, father, but I would love to taste the comfort and luxury of the Palace if the Prince decides he wants to see me again. And he had already told me he wants us to meet again.’

‘I suppose you took more genes from your mother than I expected.’

‘Listen, father… I am not sure about how this whole story will end, if it will be a simple story of two people that celebrated their love through a wedding which lasted seven days and seven nights, or if it will be a fantastic story of losing ourselves and straying apart, or even if it will end in death. I do not know which one of these our story will be like – or whether it will even be a true story, to begin with, but I want to live it.’

Your voice remained gentle throughout your confession, for you did not want to discourage your father or frighten him. You were not the little girl he often protected against rabid animals anymore, you were a fully grown woman whose heart began beating for another body, not only your own. You were free and ready to do as you pleased, but you still needed his blessing. And in his warm fatherly embrace, you found it.

Meanwhile, all the way across the village, in the middle of the centre square, the Palace was sunk in darkness and silence, only dim candlelight coming out through the big windows of a room.

‘I know what you may be thinking about, mother, and I do not want to crush your hopes and dreams by saying it again, but quit looking at me like that.’

Touya has been stepping back and forth through his chambers, as his mother, who sat at a round table, followed him with a lazy gaze.

‘I know that smile. I know that you are thinking I changed my mind about marriage and children and taking my future king duties in serious, but-'

‘I never said that, dear.’

‘Come again?’

‘I am not assuming anything, Touya. I am just enjoying this new side of you that I feared I will never see.’

Rei's honey-like voice calmed the Prince's nerves. He halted his nervous pacing and fixed his mother with a confused look on his face.

‘A blind man could see how your heart stammered when you saw the girl entering the Great Hall, child. You are in love with her and it is as obvious as it could be.’

‘Mother, what am I going to do?’

Touya abandoned the aggravated attitude he has forced on himself to not let his mother see through. He sat on the opposite chair from her and grabbed her hand. An extraordinary bond was created between Rei and her only child when she gave birth to him and almost died for it. Their souls were linked, and she could feel the truth behind Touya's deceiving actions and words. She instantly saw the burning fire in her child’s eyes and connected it to his recent behaviour.

‘Are you sure you love her?’

‘No, you can never be completely sure about anything, mother. But I know that I want to spend as much time as possible with her, and I want to hold her hand and show her the wonders of this world. And, most importantly, I want you and my father to accept her. She will never be a Princess, but I do not need a fake Princess, a girl born and raised only to be the wife of a king and bear heirs to the throne.’

‘That is not what all the Princesses are, Touya.’

‘No, mother. You are the only one that was not like that because you were already a queen when you married my father. In my eyes, in these clear and sharp eyes, all these women are fake and uninteresting, unlike Y/N, who comes from such a different world and has greater aspirations and desires.’

‘What if she will pull you out of your world, Touya? Would you go?’

‘My world? Are you perhaps talking about these cold stone walls that ‘guard’ me against nothing? This is not a world; this is merely a dot in the great design of the world. I want to see every dot and line and curve and shape of this world before deciding which one suits me most. Neither you could understand this, and I do not blame you for it, mother. I am who I am, and this is what I want the most. And this girl lit a fire in me that I never felt before; I feel this is one of the many feelings that I will miss if I obey the rules and habits.’

The young man sounded so wise it filled the Queen’s heart. He has inherited his grandfather’s mindset, instead of Enji’s, and she was proud. Caressing his big but gentle hand, Rei smiled softly and took one deep breath before talking.

‘I will make sure to have your father understand your decision, Touya. But mark my words, the choices you make are yours alone, but you are not the only one they affect, so be careful with what you do and where you step foot.’

Happiness and a tint of adrenaline spread throughout the Prince’s entire being as he heard his mother’s blessing being given in secrecy. The King would not be fond of it, but Touya knew his mother was an ace of keeping Enji at peace, that was how the Kingdom has thrived so far, after all.

As the weeks went by, Touya sent many letters to the address Keigo told him and hoped to receive answers to them. Your father rarely received mail, therefore, your house did not have a mailbox, so the first time the mailman handed you a letter with the royal seal you were close to a heart attack. You have hoped for a sign from the Prince, but you never really expected your prayers to be heard. You were almost sure that the King would punish his son somehow and forbid him to ever interact with you. Yet there you were, at the wooden table in the kitchen, with a knife in your hand, building the courage to tear the envelope. The handwritten words impregnated on the yellow paper stood proof of the high education the Prince received. As you devoured his confessions intertwined with simple stories of how his days have been, you heard his voice in your ears. You were incredibly grateful to the knight who had a big enough heart to share his knowledge.

Your responses took a while because, page after page, you were not pleased by the way your hand laid the letters together. Your words did not look worthy enough to be read by a Prince, even if they expressed your deepest fires. You were used to reading, not to writing, so you struggled until you succeeded.

After the second message that came to you from the Court, your correspondence accelerated. The mailman was so intrigued to find out the secret story between the Heir and Hunter's daughter; it was such a unique situation that stirred gossip around the village. But neither the Prince nor you ever leaned your ears to people's voices. You were too entranced by one another for the humans around you to matter.

‘I wish to see you again, Y/N. I cannot invite you to the Court without an event going on or we would raise even more suspicions. Nonetheless, I can leave the Castle as I please. I will come to the original glade in two days from now. By sunrise, I will be there and I will wait for you. If the words in your letters are truly yours, you will come.’

The fever that spread through your limbs as you read those inquiring words unsettled you. The fact that the Prince suspected an imposter made you anxious. You were sure that someone at the court threw rocks at you and tried to remove you from Touya's life, so you set your mind on removing the false thoughts.

Two days after the letter, when the birds began chirping around the house to announce the new day, you were already in the bathroom, making sure you looked decent in your casual hunting suit. You could not go on your date wearing house clothes, but it did not seem proper to go into the woods dressed in the fancy dress from the Feast.

The meadow was not very far from your house, but far enough to make you not feel constricted by your father’s possible presence. As you neared the spot, you heard two masculine voices. In the span of a second, the enthusiasm guiding you through the bushes shifted to disappointment, for you have wished to be alone with the Prince. When your eyes met Keigo’s, he gasped.

‘Well, that’s my sign.’ The blond boy said, tapping Touya’s shoulder and turning him around to see you.

‘Y/N!’ The Prince exclaimed.

‘Your Highness.’

You bowed like the princess you have never been. Yes, you have confessed your feelings through letters and he had too, but you still could not abandon the mandatory etiquette, even there, in the depth of the woods. As soon as Keigo made himself lost, saying he would return in the afternoon, Touya neared you with quick steps and grabbed your hands in his. The skin on your body shivered faintly when he kissed your knuckles.

‘I knew you would come.’

‘I knew I would come too.’

The smile your little attitude put on the Prince’s face filled your heart and you squeezed his hands in return.

‘What are we going to do here all morning?’

‘Oh, apologies! I was so focused on you, I forgot about the surprise.’

‘Surprise? What surprise, my Prince?’

Holding your hand, Touya guided you a few meters away and showed you what he had planned. A checkered white and blue blanket was spread atop the grass and a basket made of twigs on top of it, waiting patiently to be opened and provide.

‘Your Highness...’

‘Come. Sit with me. I remembered how much you enjoyed some of the victuals from the feast, so I ordered fresh ones.’

The Prince talked quickly as he sat on the blanket, patting the spot next to him in invitation. You sat down too, knees bent, legs closed and slightly gathered underneath you on one side and supported your weight on a palm.

‘You did not have to do all this, Sire.’

‘I did not have to do it, but I wanted to. For you.’

Touya’s hand advanced on the blanket closer to yours and he only allowed butterfly touches between your fingertips. The food had been as tasty as you remembered and you even had the chance of feeding a bunny that got attracted by the smell of the fresh salad in the basket. Both you and the Prince had a wonderful morning together in the tangled glade, talking about little things that made your lives better.

Likewise, the rest of your secret dates unfolded most pleasantly. There were days when you went horse riding across the fields and through the forest – even joined by Keigo, whose presence you began tolerating more. Sometimes, you opted for mountain hikes on which you had the chance to admire Touya in less royal clothes. You picked flowers, you helped Touya interact with harmless wild animals like deers, rabbits, birds – there was something about the way animals trusted you that had him wondering if your joke about the fairy mother was a joke or not.

On other occasions, Touya brought his bow and arrows and taught you how to hold them. You were fascinated by the lightweight of such a heavy-looking object, the bow Touya placed in your hand. He curled his fingers around yours to guide the bow in the direction of a tree and you gasped when you felt his body cover yours from behind. He did the same thing with your other hand and brought the arrow to its place, caging you between him and the bow. You felt his breath on your ear and cheek, his heartbeats travelled through your ribcage and sped up yours. You remained firm when he pulled at the arrow between your fingers even if you ached to lean back into his body.

‘Are you ready?’ He pushed the air out of his mouth, his lips almost touching your cheek.

‘I am.’

The arrow cut the air and stuck in the tree bark quicker than you realized. You hated when the Prince parted from you. You wished you had felt more of his warmth, more of his body.

Most of the days, though, were spent sitting or laying on the soft blanket. Sometimes you were the one to bring homemade food and completely hypnotise the Prince with its taste. And that was not the only thing impressing him. The day you started coming dressed in colourful, vaporous dresses, his breath hitched. You became genuinely comfortable around each other and now his mind switched without Touya allowing it. He imagined trailing your arm and legs as they disappeared under the soft material. He wanted to feel it, to taste it, to have it. The thought alone confused the Prince, and when you saw the new gleam in his eyes, the butterflies in your stomach lowered between your legs.

Each time you sat on the blanket, your bodies moved closer – the core ached for the contact that your morality seemed to forbid. The tantalising brief touches, the glances, the softly spoken words that seemed to want to maintain the silence, all fueled a strange desire in your body. When the Prince laid on his back, you watched him from above, imagining how he would look like with his white hair decorated with the red flowers surrounding the blanket – the same red colour that would stain your dress if he ever entered you. You wondered how it felt like to lay on his chest, or even better, to sit on his belly and let your fingers dance on his skin.

As you lost your focus in adoration, Touya slowly sat up and neared you. He was smiling faintly, so you smiled back, unaware of his plan. He kept coming closer and by the time you started considering the possibilities, the Prince's virgin lips softly kissed the patch of skin on your shoulder not covered by the dress’ sleeve. You inhaled abruptly and stared at his face as he looked at you suggestively. Every single and composed molecule in your body pushed you forward. You leaned in until you could inhale the dioxide exhaled by Touya. His eyelashes, dense as the Amazon forest, hid and showed the sapphire eyes a few times, in slow motion, making seconds seem eternal.

Your lips crashed together and the planet collapsed. The electricity of that immoral thing you were so much enjoying made your stomach toss and turn in fear of being seen by someone. When you pulled back, the Prince followed the taste of your mouth and caught you in a second febrile kissing episode. Your mouths were the sole part of your bodies that touched, beside the firm squeeze of his fingers around yours on the blanket.

By the time he finally stopped, the high temperature had painted your cheeks in the most beautiful pink. Touya brushed the back of his fingers on your face and smiled before pulling away. The sun was setting already behind Touya and the rays gave his white head a golden halo, offering you the vision of the king of the world. You raked your hand through his fluffy treasure and leaned for another kiss.

And the kiss repeated the days that followed. With the Prince's hand cupped behind your ear, holding your head steady; with your palm resting on his chest, careful to not leave wrinkled proofs of your meetings; tongues fearfully getting acquainted, and butterflies multiplying in your stomachs.

One early morning, on a day when you knew you would not see each other, you found a package on the doormat. It had been carefully wrapped in many paper layers, and tied with a red delicate bow. On top of the package, a rose waited to be picked up.

‘I need this rose tonight in my handkerchief pocket, so I can dance with you.’

The message in the package was clear and the dress underneath the paper spoke seven louder. You smiled to yourself at the Prince’s forwardness as you hung the dress in your room and spent your day like any other as if you were not going to attend the Summer Ball at the Court that evening.

The music turned the atmosphere divine but you refused the Prince's invitation to dance. Not only the entire mass of princes and princesses sent arrows from their eyes, but you did not trust yourself with your dancing skills. Why make a fool of yourself and the Prince? Surprisingly, though, no silent threats were coming from the King. His look was undoubtedly kind and it baffled you. What has the Prince been telling to his father? When the people started leaving, Touya came to you, almost unaffected by the fact that you refused his every invitation.

‘Stay here tonight.’

The Prince wore a serious face, but his voice sounded pleading. Keigo heard his words and instantly looked at the King whose patience was not to toy around with. He neared the two of you and straightened his voice before suggesting to be the one to escort you home once again. Only, this time, Touya had other plans that he did not entirely share with his friend. Right before the three of you left the building, Touya pushed you carefully onto a narrow corridor.

‘Give me your cape and wait here for a moment.’

You did not have time to ask for explanations, so you obliged. Your hand covered your mouth in an instant to stop the laugh that wanted to burst at the sight of Keigo getting dressed in your cape. You received a wink from each man before they disappeared through the big doors. In front of the carriage, Touya hugged the boy – who was well-hidden under the hood of the cape and helped mask his legs as he got inside the vehicle. A few hand waves later, Touya returned to the Castle.

While he led you through shadowed corridors and corners full of spider webs, Keigo was making his way to your house. Your father was not pleased to see a man getting out of the carriage that was supposed to deliver you home safely, after the Ball, but the young man managed to calm him with the assurance of how good were the hands you were in. Let’s say it took your father a little less than a minute to understand that one, you were no longer a little girl, and two, there was nothing he could do to stop you.

Meanwhile, in Touya’s chambers, there was tension. Sitting at the round table, you could be as close as on the blanket. Even like that, the Prince hesitated to touch you in any way, for he did not want to make you uncomfortable or to have you believe he had other intentions. To his surprise, you were bolder than you showed. You moved your chair next to his and brushed your hand against his.

The casual talks from the blanket were brought to the table. Although, they evolved into sweet talk soon enough. The butterfly touches of his fingertips advanced up your forearm and turned into sensual caressing by the time they reached your neck. Agitation bubbled up in your throat at the idea that you were hidden from every eye in the privacy of the Prince’s rooms and you could do anything you felt like. And so you did. You rushed to cup his face with your hands and kissed his mouth so harshly that it took the poor boy’s air away.

He pulled back shortly after, but while he did it to calm his nerves and consider his actions, you believed his retreat meant a different thing and you felt sadness and shame taking you over. Touya stood up and reached his hand like he had done every time you were seated and he was not.

‘Do you want to dance with me, Y/N?’

‘I’m afraid I-’

‘You could never embarrass yourself in front of me, come here. Do you remember any song?’

‘I do, but I do not know how it is called.’

‘Imagine it in your head and I will synchronise with your movements.’

The romantic cheeky bastard of a Prince speared your heart again. You smiled and shook your head lightly to let it be known you found him unbelievable. The more you danced on what turned out to be a waltz, the more your bodies glued together. The speeding rhythm was pulling your heart rate along and you felt overwhelmed with joy. In the brief moments when you did not look at Touya because you felt your cheeks flush with blood, he brushed his nose against yours to lift your face.

You smiled at him every time and it drove him insane. He held back painfully until the coil in his heart snapped and he paused the dance to kiss you. Right there, in the middle of the room, by the cold chimney, with the faint light from the candles around, the Prince kissed you like never before. His arms circled your body, a palm pressing on your lower back and one between your shoulders, to make sure you never escape him. Not that you would have ever, but the fear that someone may take him from you was excruciating. You raised your palms from his chest to grab at his neck and head and kissed him just as passionately.

The appetizing kiss slowly turned aggressive and neither of you could control the touches anymore, and in the heat of the moment, you broke apart. Not only you but the Prince too was breathing heavily – you bit your bottom lip as he breathed through the open mouth. You took it into your own hands to lead the way so you began undoing the laces of your dress. Touya’s mouth shut instantly and he neared you, his hands replacing yours to help lower the shoulders of the velvet dress he had offered you. The laces got undone all the way to the floor and you remained in your light-coloured girdle, so tight on your waist that it brought the breasts up even more visibly. You inched closer and unhooked the brooch that kept his cloak secured on one shoulder and it made a loud sound when it hit the floor. Touya took his ceremonial silky tunic off and you would have placed your hands on his chest instantly if he had not turned you around to take the additional kirtle off of you. You shivered to feel his breath travel down your body as he took the skirt and the girdle to the floor, leaving you naked.

You heard him taking the belt off, which made it clear he will remove the black trousers too. When you turned around to look at him, you almost went through a heart attack – again – as he studied you lasciviously. He returned your courage from earlier and guided you to his huge bed. The first time can be awkward sometimes, the self-awareness having a big say in it, but after he blew out some of the candles on the furniture nearby and got under the blankets with you, it all felt easier.

The patience ran thin quickly, though, as you felt each other’s body warmth. The playful kissing turned lewd and you found yourself underneath Touya’s body, caged between his arms. It was a new feeling for both of you, contrary to how you thought the Prince had many mistresses. There was a pool between you before he even touched your intimate parts, and when he pressed his lower body on yours, desperation kicked in. Keigo had taught his friend that the girls have to be thoroughly prepared and moisturized in order to not feel pain, and he followed the rules – as he has been for all his life – and got down to business.

Literally, ‘down’ to business. Touya slid across the mattress until he reached the floor. His lips left pecks all over your bosom, the inside of your thighs, the opening of your cunt. A future king kneeled before you and made you grip the sheets and tug at his hair while he claimed his place as the first man to taste your juice. His mouth dived deep between your folds and his nose pressed at your clitoris, while his arms travelled your body and joined on your breasts like two rivers that join at the mouth. The sweat dripping off your body, along with the squeaky moans, the squirms and spasms of your body made the Prince discover how much he loved eating you out. He has been curious about seeing and touching a woman like that – from what Hawks has told him – and there, with you, kissing and lapping at your womanhood, with your thighs contracting around his head, Touya was on cloud nine.

‘You dirtied my sheets...’

Touya whispered when you lost yourself to the orgasm, lifting his head from between your legs, and displaying a smirk you never even imagined you would see.

‘Please, make me yours...’

You let out a breathy plea after seeing the Prince’s face resting on your thigh. He crawled back on the bed, the covers still hiding him. Maybe you were too shy to expose your whole body, Touya thought to himself when he sensed your reticence when trying to remove the blanket, so he changed his mind about having you riding him. No pain disturbed you when Touya eased his rock-hard dick inside. He moved slowly, gently, considerate of your emotions and feelings, and you welcomed him with all of your being.

The momentum of his hips was perfect, it felt so natural, both to him – first time giving – and to you – first time receiving. His thrusts remained rhythmical and patient, filling your canal to the very end and emptying it agonizingly slowly. One of his arms grabbed around your body to arch you closer to his chest, while the other fondled your nipples to keep your pussy producing liquid. He lost himself in the warmth he found in your body; he sunk his forehead in the pillow, right above your shoulder, his temple brushed against your cheek when he bottomed out at once and made you choke a moan. The head of his cock hit your cervix causing pleasant pain, and the skin above the root of his member rubbed incessantly on your glossy clitoris, as he only pushed in, barely pulling out for more force.

The squelching sound filled you with embarrassment but you hung tight on his back and shoulders, the peculiar wave of electricity striking through your whole body again. Touya’s weight was crushing but the pathos with which he thrust in perfect synchrony with your moans had you taking everything he gave you. Every last drop, but the ones flowing from your sore cunt when he pulled out.

The next morning, well, it may be too much to say morning since the sun had been up for good hours, you woke up slightly confused. The weight of Touya’s muscular arm draped over your body, his peaceful breathing reminded you of the previous night and you smiled. Your heart mimicked the horse trot coming from outside, in the front square, and you turned to gaze at your lover.

Today was easier to kiss the Prince’s lips, and you did it with no intention of waking him up. He hugged you tight in his sleep, stretching his muscles and peppering you in kisses, with his eyes still closed. The sweet conversation you had between the warm satin sheets gave you the feeling of having been with the Prince forever.

‘Am I a Princess?’

‘I do not know, but I also do not care.’

Comfortably laying with your head on his chest, you enjoyed the tender circles he drew with his fingers on your shoulder, until he stopped.

‘What is the problem, Your Highness?’

You asked, a bit fearful to learn the reason why he left the bed so unexpectedly and covered his body.

‘Do not ever call me that again. I am Touya just as much as you are Y/N. Especially after... that.’

He looked at the sheets covering your intimate parts and he smiled. The voice he used wanted to be casual, but it sounded a little too drastic, so you flinched.

‘Only when we are alone. I cannot talk to you like that in front of people...’

You were, after all, a smart woman; you could not risk being vulgar or too confident in those times. You followed his actions but froze when he opened the door to instruct some servants to bring water for the bath. The people noticed you and their eyes widened as if they had witnessed a crime or something biblical, but the Prince’s glare kept their mouths shut.

Not at all surprisingly, you fit together in the enormous bathtub placed in the middle of one of the adjacent chambers. As a matter of fact, you were surprised he had so many rooms only to himself. No more shyness or shame as the intimacy between you started feeling natural, so you washed each other as the conversations, praises and confessions continued.

You blossomed like a flower in front of him, completely at ease, comfortable and certain of your love for the Prince. What you did not know yet, though, was that the Prince had a plan to ask your hand from your father. But he decided to wait a little longer. After all, there was no rush. You were still young, the King was still powerful and did not need anyone taking his place and, besides that, Touya did not wish to take you away from your home too soon.

The walks, the conversations, the dinners and the sensual escapades that kept repeating were the more delectable if they did not happen every day. Even more, keeping it only to a love relationship, meant no obligations for you from the Royal Court. He loved you deeply and honestly but that did not give the Prince any right to trap your wild soul between the cold walls of the Castle in which he had been raised. Maybe, one day, he would even run away with you, off to find the fairytale land from your story, and make love on a bed of flowers, under the starlit sky.

~ The end ~

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