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Crimson Flames & Blue Desires.

DARK!Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

WARNINGS: this story will contain mature and dark themes, MDNI, DD:DNE.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: groping, aemond being insane and horny, slight angst, slight manhandling.

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A/N: here is chapter 2! 🤭 hope you all enjoy <3

CH 2: The Proposal.

You had not slept after that.

The feelings of anxiety were too overwhelming, pacing through your mind rapidly, it provided you with no peace and no sleep, you were becoming tired, tired of feeling as if you're constantly on the edge.

Besides Aemond had already confronted you, and nearly killed you, what's the worst that could happen after all that? You had already faced him, there was nothing to fear now.

You tried to reassure yourself.

And it was only when the sun started rising in the sky had your eyes started drooping, exhaustion creeping your body as you yawned, finally at last sleep came to you, and so you went over to your bed, and laid on it.

And not too long into your slumber, you were woken up by a knock on your door, and you groaned, snapping out of the little amount of sleep you had before getting up and opening the door, you saw the same maid who prepared you for dinner yesterday, and without her having to say anything, you let her in.

But instead of repeating what she did last night, she bought a few other maids with her, carrying a large tub, and then they all left to bring buckets of hot water to pour into the tub, you watched as they scented the water, pouring lavender oil, and then the maid stood before you, before she could say anything you spoke up, “What's your name?” you ask, she bows her head, “Kiara, Your Grace.” she answers and you nod your head. “Thank you, Kiara.” you say before getting the tub and sinking into the water.

The perfect temperature water cools your nerves and eases the tension in your muscles, allowing you to relax, the smell of the scented oils all providing a relaxation effect, you feel Kiara place a wide bucket on the ground behind you and grab your hair, and pours water on your hair, washing it. She rubs and massages your scalp with a paste made up of herbs to clean your hair, before washing it all away.

And few minutes later, you got up from the bathtub and they wiped you off any excess water before they gave you your chemise and a robe, they patted your hair dry, letting it dry to the air for a bit, and in that time, the maids cleaned after themselves, removing the tub and cleaning the excess water that fell on the stone floor, and you sigh dreamily at the way your body felt so loose now, you felt at peace almost.

And as your hair dried up, the sun was now fully up in the sky, it was time for breaking fast, and so the maids all got you readied up, they dressed you in a deep red gown you had bought from dragonstone, with intricate sewing which showed off your house's pride and joy, the dragons.

And then they did your hair, in a classic Targaryen style braid, securing it so the braids don't come undone.

You heard a knock on your door, and one of the maids opened it, causing a guard to step inside, “It is time for breaking the fast princess, your presence is required in the eating hall.” he announces and you take a deep breath, “I will be there.” you reply and he nods before exiting the room, the maids finish up dolling you up before opening the door for you, you thanked them quietly and left the comfort of your chambers.

The walk there felt alone, even though you had a guard accompanying you.

And soon you reached the hall, climbing up the small stairs before sitting down where you sat yesterday, you noticed how everyone was there, except for Aemond, and then you took note of the empty chair right beside you, where Aegon once sat last night, and your flickered over to Aegon who sitting at Helaena's former seat, he gave you a smirk and you looked away.

Just then you heard footsteps, you knew who it was before evening turning back or looking, the herbal smell of rosemary hitting your nose as the air picked up, he looked confused when the only seat that was empty was beside you, and looked at his brother, who simply shrugged and looked at his mother, Aemond caught the cue. So he sighed heavily before sitting down next to you.

For an odd reason, you found his smell comforting, Rosemary and another scent you couldn't pinpoint, but guessing it was cinnamon.

“The King won't be joining us today, he is resting.” Alicent says and everyone nods, and a few moments after that, the food is served, you watched as everyone took their fill in, except for Aemond who only sipped on the wine he was poured, not touching the food served on his plate.

Just like yesterday.

And you were not dumb enough to overlook what this meant.

He doesn't want to break bread with the enemy.

“I have an important announcement.” Alicent suddenly stands up and everyone looks at her, she shoots a smile to your mother before looking at both you and Aemond.

Oh gods.

“Both of our houses have drifted far from one another, creating a gap that can never be filled, however, I had discussed with the king and came to a conclusion with him, to unite our houses once more-” her gaze remainds fixated on you.

No. no. no.

“by betrothing Aemond and Y/N, we could make amends that way.”

Fuck.

Before you had a chance to react, Aemond spoke up, “I refuse.” he says and you felt a pang of hurt in your chest, and alicent looks at him shocked, “Aemond-” she starts again but he cuts her off, “Mother, do not be ridiculous, you expect me to share quite possibly most of my life with someone who took-” Lucerys shoots a panicked look at you and you look at him, he swallows as he watches both of your expressions, “Sister, of someone who took my eye?” He finishes, not revealing that it was you.

“Aemond, you're making it as if she was the one who took your eye! Lucerys is repenting for what he had done, it is the only way to keep this family together.” Alicent reprimands him and his jaw twitches, “I still refuse.”

“Aemond just think about it-” and now it was your turn to speak, “My queen, it is fine, your efforts to bring the houses together is recognised, though your son seems to be ruing those plans, I do not blame him, I do not want to be tied to a man like him either.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, clearly recalling the events of what Aemond had done to you last night, yet nobody knew that and everyone thought you were referring to his disfigured face. You saw his hand twitch in your periphery.

And the entire table was filled with silence, your mother clears her throat, “Lets move on from this topic, we have many other ways to mend the broken bonds, how about a betrothal between Jaehaera and my son Aegon?” she suggests and shoots Alicent an apologetic look and Alicent nods, “We'll discuss later.” Alicent says and everyone continues eating.

You were surprised as to why Aemond had not stormed off yet.

You gasped when you felt him place his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze, and you looked at him, but he pretended to know nothing and sipped on his wine.

And then he started moving his hand to your core, which made you shut your legs tightly together and push his hand off, but he wouldn't budge, he was much stronger than you, and so he pried your legs apart with his hand easily, before cupping your clothed sex.

Finger pads pushing against the material of your dress, touching the clit. You felt him rub circles and that's when you suddenly stood up, causing him to retreat his hand and you just glared at him, and he had the audacity to look confused.

“I'm retiring to my chambers, I'm full.” You say and quickly leave the table, storming back to your chambers, and it was when you were only half way there had you realised that you would be alone in your chambers.

And Aemond could come there anytime, which you feared.

A prey falling into its predators trap.

You halted.

Standing there in the empty hallway as you decided on what to do, you decided to not go to your chambers anymore, but instead go to the gardens.

Your feet let you outside, the fresh air hitting your face as you took in the surroundings, the garden constantly tended to, kept at a perfect state, and you walked and walked, letting your feet lead.

You stopped in front of the godswood.

And it was like magic, all your worries were washed away in an instant and you felt at peace, you noticed a spot which made you smile, you would often sit here with helaena during your youth, side by side as she showed you the newest bug she caught and gave you knowledge on them.

“Do you remember?” A soft voice made you jump in your spot, and you turned to look at the person, and there she was, your aunt Helaena.

“Helaena.” you say and she greets you with a smile, “What are you doing here? I thought you would be eating.” you ask confused and the smile on her face drops, “It was suffocating.” she murmurs, her eyes darted downwards, hands clasped in front of her, you step towards her and hold her hands in yours, not speaking further, knowing and understanding exactly why she felt that way.

“I do remember, you would show me your bugs.” you change the topic and she looks at you again, scanning your face, she clasped your hand with her own before leading you to the spot where you both would often sit.

And you sat with her in silence as she dazed off.

“I do not like it here.” she confesses and you look at her with pity, a hand on her shoulder, “I missed you, niece.” She looks at you and gives your hand a squeeze and you smile at her, before leaning your head on her shoulder, “I missed you too, aunt.” and she lets out a heavy sigh. “I want you to stay, it's suffocating when you are not there. For years, I've felt lonely. No one to talk to, except for Aemond… Aegon did not care.” her voice was shaky, as if recalling the worst times of her life.

“Hel, you know I cannot stay forever.” you tell her and she nods, “I know, I just-” she swallows a lump in her throat, “I do not know how much I can bear.” she lets out another sigh, and you squeeze her hand in reassurance, lifting your head up from her shoulder.

“You have not greeted me since you have arrived, it did not feel good.” she communicates her feelings with you and you look at her with an apologetic expression, “I'm sorry, everything that has happened was too much and last night…” You sigh and she looks at you questioningly, “What has happened?” she asks and you shake your head, “Just a nightmare.” you tell her but she knows you're lying, but doesn't pry any further.

The wind blows towards you both, pushing your hair forward while helaena's flows backwards, and the leaves of the tree rustle against one another before the weaker ones fall, Helaena reaches her hands towards your face, pushing back your hair and tucking it behind your ear, and you smile at her.

But her face goes into a daze, eyes blinking rapidly.

She seems to be getting one of those visions again.

Her finger twirls your hair strand, wrapping it around her finger before letting it go and then she's back to normal again.

“What is it, helaena?” you ask and she simply shakes her head, “Nothing.” She smiles as if she's accepted something, and then her eyes flicker over to yours, staring right into them, before her eyes travel downwards and then she looks away.

“I should go, Jaehaera has probably woken up.” you watch as she stands and walks away, but she looks at you with one last longing look and then makes her way. The warmth beside you disappeared as she left, and suddenly became cold.

You sat there, lost in your own thoughts before getting up, correcting your skirts and making your way to your chambers. You wondered what vision she got, that she did not want to share.

As you walk towards your apartments, you thought about you and helaena, how you both used to be so close since childhood, having been the only one who tried to understand her, you were the only one who she was able to openly communicate her feelings with, besides Aemond, and all of that simply had to be cut off since the incident. It broke many ties and relationships, splitting apart many relationships, breaking many friendships, promises, and recovering understandings.

Everyone blamed Lucerys for it, but it was actually because of you, and you don't know why Lucerys wouldn't just admit that it wasn't him, tell everyone the truth, yet on that night, the night aemond lost his eye, he took all the blame for you, even managing to get Alicent's anger towards him.

Jacaerys, Baela and Rhaena knew that it wasn't him too, but nobody said anything, as it was already too late.

“Sister?” As if on cue you saw Lucerys in front of you, looking at you concerningly, in front of your chambers as if he was about to knock, “I thought you would be in your chambers.” he says and walks towards you, away from the door. “I went for a walk.” you tell him with a small smile, and he nods. “You wanted to speak to me about something?” you ask and he nods, “What is it, luke?” you ask in a soft voice and then he seems to be in thought, “I- I forgot.” he looks away embarrassed and you chuckle, handing going up to his head to ruffle his hair, and he playfully slaps your hand away.

“Hey, don't do that, I'm not a little boy anymore.” he says playfully annoyed but this time you ruffle his hair with both of your hands, “You'll always be a little boy to me luke, you're my brother.” you tell him sincerely and he huffs annoyed before giving you a toothy smile.

“Luke!” You hear Rhaena's voice calling for him and he turns to look back and you look at him, with a knowing smile. “Shut up.” he murmurs to you and it makes your face break out into a big smile. Rhaena approaches you both, “Luke, mother is calling for you.” she tells him, and he nods, “See you later sister, I will come back if I remember again!” he says and leaves, rhaena watches him go, she gives you a smile before departing after him, and you sigh.

The guard opens the door to your chambers, and you go inside, closing it after you.

“Where did you go?” The voice makes you jump and you turn around to see Aemond sitting, crossing his leg on one another staring at you.

You look at him annoyed.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, rolling your eyes, and he raises an eyebrow, “What happened to the girl that was crying and sobbing yesterday?” he mocks and you glare at him, but do not respond to him.

“Get out of my chambers.” you tell him, and he suddenly stands up, stalking towards you like a predator towards its prey, but this time you weren't scared, so you stood still.

“Are you disappointed that I rejected the proposal?” he asks and you furrow your eyebrows, “What? No-”

“You are.” he says and you are confused.

“No I'm not-” he grabs you by the throat again, pushing you against the wall, but this time he doesn't choke you, he leans his face against your, nose pressed against your cheek as he sniffs in your scent.

“Fuck.” he curses, and let's go of your neck, and you glare at him. “Maybe it's you who's disappointed, uncle, at yourself, for rejecting a great proposal.” you mock him and he glares at you.

“You're right. I am disappointed.” he admits which catches you off guard, you expected him to deny it.

“Disappointed that you won't be stuck with a 'man like me', Disappointed that you'd escape my clutches, Disappointed that I would not be able to see how your cunt of a mother would react, when the boy she asked to be 'sharply questioned' while he was young and injured, fucks his seed into you, making you bear his heirs.” he growls.

“You are crazy, get out.” you say, panicked and Aemond pins you against the wall, kicking your legs apart and pushing his knee against your core, grabbing both your hands and pinning them above.

“Perhaps I should do it now, who cares if we're not married? Only fair for an alleged bastard to have another one.”

And just then, there is a knock on your door, which makes you push Aemond away immediately and rush towards the door causing Aemond to run to the passageway.

Lucerys was beaming brightly at you

“I rushed back here because I remembered what I wanted to ask!” he says bashfully but you pull him into a tight hug, clutching onto him as if your life depended on it, which makes him confused.

“Yes?” you pull away and calm your breathing.

Lucerys had saved you.

Once again.

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tarjapearce · 2 months

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Crimson Crown (Pt. 9)

Cover by @pinkiemme ✨

King! Miguel O'Hara x Princess! Reader

Warnings: Violence, implicit manslaughter, mild angst, Dark! Miguel, scheming, character introduction, emotional distress.

Summary: Miguel's time runs short to get you back. A new ally is brought in the game.

"Peter."

Jessica mumbled, concerned at her fellow commander's bewildered expression.

"He... He killed her?"

"Yes. Now we're instructed to wipe the D'Angelo family."

Jessica's words sat like a brick in his stomach. Peter wasn't one to reminisce in the past, but knew that when Miguel, no, The Red King, showed up, only bloodshed satisfied the voracious appetite. Sometimes not even that.

The ever reminder of his friend's past, a nature that always caught up to him.

"He mentioned that he'd do it himself. I thought he was lying."

"Is Miguel we're talking about, Pete." Jessica secured her greaves and armor, ready for the upcoming bloodshed. "I just hope he gets to calm down before he hurts the Princess even further. What happened anyways? I saw Dana."

"She arranged a meeting. Guess she spilled it all to the princess."

Jessica sighed, rubbing her temples, "Although Dana's gone, the damage is done. Keep an eye on her and let me know as soon as Baron Darko shows up."

"Right..."

"And if possible... Keep the princess away from him. We don't know his reaction if she rejects him again."

Peter just nodded, letting a dreadful sigh.

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With every step he gave, the more his preys recoiled. There was no room for them to escape as The Red King had blocked every escape route, and the ones that somehow managed to scurry from his blazing fury, ended up in the hands of his soldiers.

Screams and terror filled the D'Angelo Villa when the reaper showed up, in the shape of the King himself, mercilessly swinging his swords at whatever thing that moved.

The Red King took matters on his own, he wouldn't deny himself the right to end up the lives of those that reminded him of the woman that threw everything out the window, out of spite and jealousy.

With every swing of his twin swords, the anger that boiled inside, sung in delight. With every droplet of blood that soaked his body, his eyes seemed to twinkle in utter joy.

His task was clear. To wipe the D'Angelo's. It didn't matter if the house the bloodshed was happening was one of the first gifts he gave to Dana. It would burn too.

Jessica wielded her sword, sticking to only deliver the final blow if they survived the king's ruthless anger. But poor of Baroness Carla, Dana's mother.

Her pleas were ignored as Miguel dragged her by her hair to the chimney.

"Your majesty!" She pleaded and struggled "I beg of you, stop this madness!"

She hiccuped as Miguel let her hair go

"You seem to have forgotten your place, Carla."

"I haven't! This is..." She panted and kneeled before him, begging, "Please. Spare me. You won't hear from me again!"

"You're right. I won't. Cause I'll make sure of it."

"W-What?"

Carla's eyes could only widen at his next words.

"You'll burn. With this place."

Her head shook, just like the bird's nest she had for a hair.

"No!"

The rest of his soldiers had been dousing the villa with flammable oil, the same kind that were used in the machineries back in the main cities of Arachne.

Glass shattered, and soon smoke begun filling the upper floors, fire consuming everything in it's wake. Temperature rising and fogging up the second part of the stairs.

"Miguel, I beg of you!"

He only quirked a brow, while his eyes remained in a deadpan.

"Cállate de una puta vez. Me tienes harto." (Shut the fuck up already. I'm sick of you)

Miguel took a lamp and doused the oil around Carla that backed away as soon as the liquid reached the hems of her skirt, without much thought he clashed his swords together, causing some sparks to bounce off and bringing to life a roaring fire.

Carla screamed, trying to put the flames away. The last thing she could see was a tall and imposing shadow, glowering with red eyes her way.

But if she was to die, he'd hear her. Even if it that meant to rush her death thanks to the rising smoke up her lungs.

"You'll pay with everything you love the most! You hear me!?" She shouted with the little strength she had. "You'll pay!"

The Red King's eyes crinkled in amusement, but instead of talking, he just turned on his heels, leaving the fire to devour everything in its wake.

The door was slammed, his red eyes roared in tandem with the fire around him. Like a true demon spat right out of the deepest corner of Hell.

"Keep the fire under control. Once done, search the area."

"What about Baron Darko?"

"Let him witness his failure, and deliver him Dana's ashes once he has done so."

His soulless stare contemplated for a bit more the fire that roared alive in mighty and loud cracks as it consumed the succumbing structure. Erasing all traces of a once noble home he took under his wing.

In truth, he never really cared about Dana's family. He had initially just wanted her, but her generous soul and body had gotten her family the very same Villa that now scorched at his feet. Carla's screams echoed weakly until they were no more.

There was nothing that bound him to the past, as it burned into nothing but ash and soot.

Yet, he felt empty. And he hated it.

Despite him getting rid of the now unnecessary evil, it felt like a tremendous pyrrhic victory. It didn't satisfied him.

"Your majesty." Jessica spoke, kneeling beside him, "All the family members were slaughtered. Dana's ashes soon will be ready."

"Do you think she'd fear me?"

Jessica looked at him as she rose, surprised by his sudden question and took a sigh. She needed to be careful with her words, he hated getting sugarcoated after all.

She could only muster a "Probably."

"I need to see the princess."

"And you think seeing her after a fresh kill is a good idea, because?"

His eyes glowered at her, Jessica looked away.

"As you wish."

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Call it good or bad luck, but you weren't in your room. His nose flared angrily and his lips scowled upon not finding you inside.

He needed to see you, to show you what he had done to try and compensate the damage he had caused you indirectly. He needed you to witness what happened when someone tried to hurt you.

Cause the ones that had dared to tear you both apart were no more. The sleazy and annoying bitch he had for a mistress was being turned into plant's fertilizer as he roamed your room. But even so, the putrid aura that reminisced from Dana's soul would surely make the plants to die. Just like her.

He wouldn't dare to soil something so precious like your playground and knowledge. He had done enough.

His eyes went for the not so hidden diary on your desk. If the many times he had read it had taught him something, was that you always keep it hidden.

Could you possibly know about him reading and invading your privacy? No. He's always been careful and made sure to put it back where it was. But the way your diary was so carelessly placed on the desk only made him assume you left it there for resuming your writing later.

His hand hesitated before grabbing the worn out leather cover with all the gentleness he could muster, to then flip the pages, as if continuing his weekly reading.

The king has agreed! Against all odds and my own nerves, I've gotten him to take a break and invited him over lunch.

I cannot wait to see how everything unfolds!

He remembered that day as it was a couple of hours ago. You had caught him off guard, with all his defenses on his ankles. How could he say no to you when you were so excited to share with him?

Now he'd be lucky if he got glimpses of you if anything .

Miguel grunted as he read the next entry.

The king. He's such a wonderful man. He's been an amazing company. We shared some more of Arachne and even ourselves. I believe that we're getting closer.

Would he be a good kisser? Probably. His lips are always inviting and delectable. Oh dear... I'm thinking inappropriately again. My heart sings with joy whenever he thinks of me as his future bride.

He chuckled, feeding his ego for a moment only to frown at the next pages. It wasn't just the way the sheets were written, but the actual state of them. Wrinkled, crumpled even with blotches of ink smeared all over.

His finger traced over them, feeling the remnants of your liquid pain, long dry on the surface. And by the many stains in them, he assumed you had spent hours crying.

His scorching fury enervated, slowly, upon reading a simple line.

I thought him different.

He gulped and clenched his jaw. Ready to keep his eyes glued on the words you you didn't speak, but wrote.

I was naive in to believing this could be different. But I think I've forgotten my place in all this.

I really tried to understand, but at the end of the day everything that matters are selfish desires. I should have seen this coming

And he should too. It was all matter of time for the bomb to explode at his face. And now that it did, he was left with so much to do that for once he was at lost on how to get it all back. How to get you back.

I had a bad feeling when receiving that letter, after my picnic with him.

His frown deepened.

God, he wanted to be able to turn back time and have Dana killed in other painful ways for being so damn bold and stupid.

I met her. I met his mistress. And god, I wish I didn't.

She is cunning enough to lure me alone, dangerous and made sure to remind me of my place in all this political game with her words. And she's gorgeous.

I felt my heart break in million shards as she revealed her title to me. The king's main mistress.

He should've definitely made Dana's death slower.

Is this why he refused to see me at first? Is this why he was so reluctant to share his time with me? I don't know what to believe anymore.

I feel... dirty.

A painful pang ran through his chest, dulling the anger, replacing it with a glum wave of guilt.

I let his hands to touch me, when he has touched her. Even though I scrubbed hard enough to make my skin burn, I still feel his caresses on me. How do I get rid of them? I feel fooled and filthy.

"Princesa..." he mumbled, guilt dripping in every syllable.

He flipped the page.

She is set into producing him a heir, or so she stated. That they've been trying even before I came. No wonder why Prince Gabriel mistook me for a mistress that night.

But, why would I stay between the both? They both lie and hurt and I know when to admit defeat.

Miguel had to clutch at his chest as his heart gave a painful beat. A frustrated sigh escaped him.

"Jessica?"

"Yes, your majesty?"

"Bring my medicine."

Jessica left, and he kept on reading.

I spilled the truth to my mother back when I visited her. Bless her, it was good to see her despite our condition. She told me, instructed me even to return home if he ever causes me great pain again.

His breath hitched as his heartbeats increased erratically.

I wanted to give him the benefit of doubt first, and I believed him

His jaw clenched even tighter as there was a smudge of ink at the end of the word. Another dry tear muddling the last two letters.

May my people and God forgive me, but I won't marry him. I refuse to lay with him, and much less in a bed where he had so many others before. Lady Dana specially. He's like the rest of those I knew.

I might be selfish to think this way, but... I thought I could have him for myself. That I could have my own family and some peace at last, but now I realize that it's all been in my imagination. I've played my role as pawn in this game and although my purpose wasn't fulfilled completely, I can only hope that the next man I'm bound to isn't a liar.

No, he wouldn't allow it. No other man would have you. He couldn't.

My mother has always reminded me that there is always more men out there that would die for me without a second thought. Would they lie too, though? I don't know. I hope not. I couldn't take another blow like this.

Jessica returned just in time before he entered into a crisis. He gulped down the vial's content in a go. The sour and foul tasting liquid slid down his throat, burning his esophagus with its much needed nastiness.

The Commander watched him, concerned as he tucked the diary back on the desk and rummaged through the several scribbled papers in your desk. He found Dana's letter, trying his absolute best to resist the urge to tear to shreds the piece of paper. It was her handwriting.

And something else he wasn't prepared for. A letter to your mother, Queen Dhalia, announcing your return to Theleria.

You were leaving.

"Your majesty?" He ignored Jessica.

Too dumbstruck and stunned to actually say something. That sapped completely all reminiscing anger out of his body, only to be replaced by something he was rarely acquainted with. Despair and fear.

You were leaving.

The thought at first wouldn't have fazed him in the slightest, he'd just go back to his own duties and forget about you in a span of days. But now that he got to share something so important with you such as his vision for his people and open up more about himself, letting you go would have to be the most stupidest of things he could ever do.

"Get me this woman..." He snapped his fingers repeatedly to himself trying to remember the name, "Lucille."

Jessica had to blink a couple of times before speaking "Beg your pardon?"

"Lucille. The princess most trusted maiden." He repeated as he reread the paper, "Send a letter to Theleria asking for her, get a group of four to guard her. I need that woman in Arachne as soon as possible."

"Right?... Is there anything else?"

"Get a room ready for her too. As soon as she's here I wanna know. Keep it a secret though. Let me know when you intercept the princess' letter to the Queen."

Jessica's eyes softened and nodded with a small smile as she left, his scribes would come up with the letter and in matter of hours, the messenger was already galloping through.

It took your tears and ink smeared in the paper to bring him back.

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As much as you wanted to cry and hide from the world, you knew that giving in the righteous feeling of sadness wouldn't be the right thing to do.

Every time you woke up, prayed to not see him, to keep him away from you. And so far the universe or whoever above listened.

You still wanted to leave some knowledge behind before returning home. You spent your days teaching, but not in the lab.

You chose to go to the hospital instead, and see the treatments for yourself. Some effective, and others not so much.

It kept you busy and grounded as it also gave you a small taste of royal duties

And it was good. It kept you away from the ever constant thoughts that awaited for you to give into them, to plague and hunt your mind.

So far it had helped, You barely spent your days in the castle anyways, Peter always tailed behind, keeping you safe, but even then, you spoke with him when needed. It made it easier to detach from everything that rendered Arachne.

The letter was sent soon enough, and hopefully within a couple of days you'd get a reply.

Not only you missed your home but Lucille. The only one you trusted now. Soon you'll be home, away from the kingdom that brought you nothing but a few moments of joy yet so much pain.

Now you understood why the kingdom was feared. It's power to inflict such pain and suffering not only through blades and weapons wasn't to be underestimated. And you learned it the bad way.

You could almost taste freedom. Just a couple of days more and you'll be back home. There was so many things you wanted to share, so much to tell and write with your own students.

If you weren't at the hospital, you were in your room. Like the beginning of everything. Slowly rotting away, until your mother would scoop you up and save you. She refused to have her story repeated on you.

Queen Dhalia knew when to press and when to step aside. And she promised you to find a way to keep the kingdom safe. You'd be fine.

With a deep breath, you sat on the desk you had been pouring your memories into and grabbed a paper and your pen.

Ready to break your engagement with Miguel through a letter.

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Lucille could only stare at Miguel for what it felt like forever. His order had left her speechless.

Tell me everything you know about her.

Simple as that.

Lucille was five years older than you, she had been your confidant, your friend through thick and thin, and also the one that helped Queen Dhalia to raise you and train you in the medical arts.

And now, the most powerful man of the continent sat before her, asking about you in order to come up with a plan to get you back.

"Why don't you just apologize, my lord?"

"She refuses me. I tried to explain, but... she refused to be addressed even."

"Rightfully so." Lucille mouthed.

His eyes narrowed at her words, but he could do nothing but accept them. You avoided him like the plague. In fact, he hadn't seen you in a week now.

"Having me retrieved from my homeland in order to be spilling her secrets, for you to gain her favor again seems not only excessive, but frightening if I'm honest."

"And I apologize. But the princess is to remain here."

With me.

Lucille sighed and watched him.

"She only wanted you to be honest ever since the beginning, my lord. I truly will never understand why you men make it so complicated when it's the simplest things a woman ask of you."

"I hurt her."

"Very much, yes. It'll be useless of me to tell you all you wanna know, if you don't apologise."

"Santa Muerte, mujer... what part of she refuses me, haven't you understood yet?"

"The part you skip for your own convenience? The truth?"

Miguel snapped his head at Lucille so fast his neck almost sprained, glaring both in surprise and anger. How dared she put him in his place.

"You're talking to a king, lady Lucille. Be mindful of your words."

Lucille nodded, bowing her head in a quick yet dismissive motion. Thelerian women were truly something else.

"I'm aware that my words upset you, my lord and I apologize for it. But In truth, there isn't much I can do."

"What do you mean? You were there with her when Queen Dhalia offered me her hand."

Lucille sighed, defeated.

"Neither of you were subtle in the slightest."

"And bringing me here when she's probably packing up for leaving is also subtle because?"

Miguel pursed his lips, getting a hint of where you had gotten the attitude from. You carried a bit of those you loved, close.

"Touché."

Lucille smirked and spoke again.

"You already know the only way hou can fix this is asking her forgiveness."

Miguel kept shaking his head. Neither of them seemed to cave in, but Lucille sighed.

"But if you believe that getting me to talk to her will fix this situation, then I see what I can do, I don't promise anything though."

His shoulders slumped as he sat before Lucille across the desk "Having her agree to a hearing is more than enough for me. I will apologize."

"Good. Know that doing this feels like I'm betraying her trust already. But you seem true to your intentions and that's enough for me to try and talk some sense into her. You'll let her go in case she rejects you again, right?"

His brow quirked, curious and a tad annoyed. "You seem convinced I'll get my hopes crushed."

"It's not out of spite for hurting my Princess I assure you, your majesty. When something gets into her head nothing can get her out of it. Not even I."

Miguel watched her. Probably in her early thirties, plump body shape, sharp face that only matched her hazel feline look and dark blonde curls.

Lucille regarded him with the Thelerian look. A gaze Miguel had learned to understand as a 'Truth or deceit, I'll know about it anyways.'

Unwavering, slow blinks, deep and soul searching that not only weighed words but judged silently without even actually intending to. It unnerved him. Even more when you did it. He had witnessed such stare when he invited you at the council's meeting.

"Have you disposed off your mistress already, my lord?"

Miguel nodded, and this brought nothing but surprise to your friend.

"Seems times have changed. That gives me an idea."

Miguel gestured for her to continue.

"Have you heard about our Thelerian holiday, the Festival of Embers?"

"Vaguely."

"We use such day to remember our fallen, it's also the day to remember Prince Emmett's funeral. It's a holiday dedicated to honor and remember, but also heal."

His brow quirked again.

"You see, as most Thelerian visit the cemeteries, some leave a small offers in their loved ones grave's. Mostly potions and medicines for those that can't reach the main cities for aid."

"Your point is?" His tone irked

"You can use the holiday to rekindle with the princess. She'll appreciate it so."

Miguel seemed to ponder her words. And still he was at lost on what to do. He smacked his lips before speaking again

"How does she celebrate it?"

Lucille smiled "The Princess usually goes to a meaningful place to her, lights up a little fire and burns a letter. In it is written whatever thing she wants to forget. Quite simple, but it brings her comfort."

"It shall be done."

"Then you better get your letter written soon. The festival is in two days. I must ask though, your highness."

"Hm?" Miguel straightened up as he rummaged through his desk, in search of paper.

"Why did you keep that woman all this time?"

He rolled his eyes as he resumed his search, speaking a bir curt. "I bid you a good evening, Lady Lucille."

She chuckled, pleased at his reluctance. After all you were the only one he owed explanations to.

"Likewise, your highness."

----

The loud and maddening shrieks from Baron Darko could be felt through the skies.

He cursed, panted a bit more, recovering his breath only to have it escaping again with his maudlin and desperate cries.

His family was gone. Like his home as there was nothing but ash, soot and debris before him.

Fire had consumed everything, part of the structure collapsed within, leaving a massive hole in the second floor. Black and jagged columns were imprinted on the white stony walls.

Darko's boots crunched over the tiny fragments of wood and stone as he frantically searched for anyone that remained in a piece, not really caring if his fingers blistered or splintered. But not even that was granted to him.

He found none, not even the fabric pieces of dresses, nothing.

Jessica stepped closer as the man folded over to cry and mourn, she held the small urn with Dana's ashes and placed it next to him.

"No... No! Get it away from me!"

He scrambled on the floor away from her, slithering through the dirt and debris.

"This was Dana's doing."

"Shut up!"

Baron Darko spat, everything he held dear was now gone. All because you had came between Dana and Miguel. You were the culprit of what laid before his bleary eyes.

All his descendants were gone. Wiped away in the blink of an eye. How could the king do it?

Jessica put the ashes next to him and turned on her back, leaving him on his own. With the exception of a guard.

Tears and snot rolled down and his weathered face, pain oozed out of every pore of his skin. Smothering his anxiety with something so raw and persistent. Rage.

His blood boiled as he slammed his fist nonstop on the floor, to then slam Dana's urn into the ruins of his home. An ashy cloud surrounded him for a moment.

"They'll pay... Dana."

His daughter. His pride and everything that rendered The D'Angelos. His triumph card to get him closer to the throne.

Or so he had believed for so long his delusions had affected Dana and the rest of his family.

He always believed Dana would make a great Queen. But now, plans had drastically changed.

Miguel was making an example out of him and what happens when people didn't pay attention to his warnings.

But this time, he'd prove not only the King himself but you, what he was capable of. If he was the last remaining, it only meant for him to be the chosen one to see the O'Hara and Blanchard bloodline fall.

A pair of light brown eyes watched him.

"Leave me alone!"

Darko roared but the young guard only advanced to him, Even though Arachne's uniform covered him, his heart and mind was elsewhere. There was a purple and green collar he wore around his slender neck. The braids hung loose behind his head as his soul piercing eyes bore into the distraught elder man.

"Wanna join us?"

Darko did nothing but spit at his feet. The boy looked unamused but stood next to him, repeating the question, impatient.

"You wanna join us, old man?"

Darko looked up as the braided boy pulled out a small scroll, still sealed in wax.

"W-What's that?" Darko immediately sobered up, cleaning his face with whatever means. The boy just scrunched mildly his face in disgust as he placed the scroll on his wet hand.

"Kingpin's invitation." His tone unamused, impassive with a tiny nit of apprehension in it.

Darko's breath hitched upon realizing the boy's position. A double agent.

"Are you in or not? I've got things to do"

Darko nodded.

"Then read that. We'll know if you break the rules."

"We?... Wait! How do I know I could trust you?" Although the idea of having double agents seemed preposterous, he knew the scheme wasn't impossible. Much less with a man like Kingpin at the front.

"The king ordered to wipe your family. I was in charge of Lady Dana's cremation. The king killed her by snapping her neck."

"Do you know why?"

"Lady Dana spoke to the princess. I don't know the details but it was enough to have the king angry."

"That Thelerian whore..." Darko hissed, "Count me in."

The boy nodded and turned on his back, and advanced towards his horse.

"Hey! wait! What's your name?"

"G."

Darko furrowed his brows in confusion, "G?"

"Morales. Needless to say that you'll know what will happen to you if this comes out to light."

Darko just nodded, letting the young boy leave. He wasn't older than sixteen. But ages were little when a dethroning was ahead.

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