#midieval au

[fangirlofallthefanthings]

[CW: Injury. Odysseus meets someone... I wonder who they could be 👀]

The trees blurred past. The wind rushed in Odysseus’s ears. He would think this ride was exhilarating if he were in control and on flat ground. But with every second that passed, Odysseus was closer and closer to falling out of the saddle. He wrapped his arms around the horse’s neck and held on for dear life. The horse breathed heavily as it ran, sweat running down its flanks and neck. Odysseus’s hands were slipping, so he tightened his grip. The horse only panicked more. It bucked up and down as it ran, jerking its head from side to side.

Odysseus saw brightness quickly approaching as the horse sped down the path. They burst through the bushes, and his vision was momentarily white as his eyes adjusted. The horse ran in a zigzagging pattern, and Odysseus nearly slipped from his saddle. It bucked and stomped as it whinnied in fear. Odysseus grabbed the reins tightly again. He heard shouting some distance away and saw that he was near the castle.

The horse panicked more at the people rushing to the scene and started trying to buck Odysseus off. The young prince held on tight, but the reins he wrapped around his hands started getting too tight. He couldn’t feel his fingers, which were beginning to turn blue. He adjusted his grip and released the pressure.

But at that moment, the horse reared up again. Odysseus’s feet slipped out of the stirrups, and he fell. Odysseus tumbled backward over the croup, his legs up in the air. His arm shot back, an instinct to catch himself he wasn’t aware of.

The heel of Odysseus’s hand hit the ground first. Pain bolted up his arm, and he cried out. He landed hard on the grass, throbbing pain running up and down his arm. Out of the corner of his eye, Odysseus saw the horse turn toward him in its panic, pounding its feet. The horse reared up, and Odysseus felt like ice was coursing through his body. He covered his head with his good arm and curled his body tightly, bracing for an impact.

But it never came. Odysseus felt the ground near him shake with stamping hooves and heard the horse neighing, but he wasn’t hit. He opened his eyes, unsure of when he closed them.

A boy was standing above Odysseus and faced the horse. His arms were outstretched, and he guided the fearful animal away from the prince on the ground. The boy’s hair was short with tight curls, and his clothes were dirty and patched up in several places. He looked about Odysseus’s age, maybe younger, but he looked as experienced as the best horse trainer in the castle.

The horse backed away and bucked its head, but the boy slowly took the reins. At that moment, Ctimene, Eurylochus, and Polites rode out of the forest, dismounted their horses, and rushed to Odysseus’s side. They helped Odysseus to his feet as he held his arm to his chest, the pain worsening.

As his friends and sister helped him back to the castle, Odysseus couldn’t help but look back at the stable boy calming the horse, hoping to see the face of the one who saved his life.

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#tagamemnon #odysseus #polites #eurylochus #ctimene #greek mythology #the odyssey #midieval au #epic the musical #epic the musical fanfic #greek myth fanfic #char writes #fanfic #adventure awaits #no you're not getting hints about this mystery boy in the tags you sneakies #if you know #(or you're as obsessed with the Epic Cycle as i am) #you can figure it out #i've given you a few clues #but all will be revealed soon ;)

[rexscanonwife]

Also I watched A Knight's Tale the other night and ougghhh AU potential 🥺🥺🥺👉👈💖💘💖💘💖💘💖

#jane journals #self insert talk #💙 oh captain my captain 💙 #what is it with like...fantasy/midieval themed aus for brea and rex #first its the ladyhawke au and now this #but ugh knight rex 🥺🥺💖💖 or more rex pretending to be a knight to win my favor #i gotta draw some ladyhawke au too tbh!! #its soo good and romantic!! #but man that movie (knights tale) is sooo anachronistic i love it #it doesnt feel the need to justify using modern music it just does it #the scene where everyones dancing to golden years by david bowie is the shit i think about it all the time!! #but what if it was rex and brea 👀💖👀💖👀

[lemon-wedges]

....

#the thing is #at the end of the day im gonna be thinking about laytons great great grandfather solving puzzles with ryuu #or tgaa midieval au #lol

[dawnleaf37]

EV

#EV YOUDO NOT HAVE NAY IDEA WHAT YOUVE JUST DONE. #MIDIEVAL AU................................................... THE MEMORIES. THE MEMRIES #AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU /POS/SO MUCH POS

[dilatorywriting]

Just wanna say I love your writing (I'm not good at compliments so you'll have to bear with me 😭) it's cute and funny and so freaking witty always has me smiling like an idiot at my phone and I always come back to read all your series even tho I always say series are too long for me yours are just paced perfectly and so enticing and captivating, if your writing was a person I'd be down on one knee with a ring (that probably costs one of my kidneys)

I love your monsters and mayhem series because despite being x reader AND fantasy it was so immersive which is probably so difficult to pull off, I loved the malleus one because it felt you had his character down to every detail and also so fucking hot omg.

I loved your rook one cus he's so goofy but also so scary and that's just so rook of him he's a perfect grim reaper fr it's such a cute au and also rook is so fucking hot brrr

I loved your vil one cus him as a Siren is so perfect and also so the way he shows care so so subtlety. And on top of that it's so creative and probably such a challenge to make reader deaf and you do an amazing job at it I salute u and siren vil is so fucking hot shsgbsjshsgaj

I don't remember much about the Leona one it's been so long since I read it I wanna re-read it, also love the idea of a curse and having a farm cottage MY. MIDIEVAL. DREAMMM. y'know Leona is always so fucking hot (he's my fav)

I love the shovel talk cus no matter how many times I read it still hilarious and the monster fucker lines I'm always left crying about it lmao if I were to have a friend we'd definitely fight about it like that and also Leona getting scared off after that one line I nearly died

I love pity party cus i just love that trope trying to ask someone out and they world is just against it 😭 reader out here going to war just to ask their crush out. is this why no one invites malleus, cus the universe just won't allow it

I could just go on and on but I'm gonna stop myself here have a nice day mwah and take care, drink some water

I don't even know what to say, my dude. This is all so, amazingly, heart warmingly sweet and thoughtful. My poor, black heart is just melting today because of you people. How dare. Gonna go curl up in a corner and Squeal About It

💚

#Asks

[numbuh900]

Codename: Foals Next Door

KND x MLP AU

A universe where everyone in the kids next door universe are My Little Pony ponies/creatures, also alot of the characters don't have human names and instead go by more Equestrian sounding names.

Also this universe still has stuff like human technology like cars, the internet, space travel and stuff. 2x4 technology is the same tho there are special trained magic user operatives in the FND, Celestia and Luna or any Equestrian legends are seen as just fairy tales but they have some hints of truth to them.

Celestia and Luna were FND alicorn operatives that fought against evil adult's together back in the midieval times, like with Numbuh Zero, some believe they existed while others say they were just myths.

Comes from a long line of umbrum which is why he and his Dad don't have cutie marks.

Mom is a dragon named Ruby.

Dad is a earth pony(umbrum).

Doesn't have rocket boots like his human counterpart, just uses his wings instead.

Like Scootaloo,he has trouble flying with his wings so me makes jetpacks and jets for himself so he can enjoy the rush of flight.

Has a special 2x4 tech weapon that shoots horse shoes.

Her special attack is blasting rainbow blast from her horn, she's the magic expert of her Sector as she loves finding/making spells for Numbuh Five to use.

Got his cutie mark when he knocked out a whole group of teens with the throw on one dodge ball.

Main attack is a hindleg flipkick love called "The BuckFlip"

Her special talent is hunting for candy and being able to sense it.

Knows a few candy themed spells she learnt from Cree back when she was in basic training.

And now for the only villain I ponified, Father.

Is an Umbrum and comes from a long line of them.

real name is Brimstone Burner.

Didn't discover his powers until his teens year's.

Headcannons for what creatures the other characters are

Toiletnator=Earth Pony

Rachel=Unicorn

Fanny=Dimond Dog

Count Spankulot=Bat Pony

Numbuh 20,000=Sea Pony/hippogriff

The Kid(Ace)=Griffin

Numbuh 60=Reindeer

Lizzie=Earth Pony(Secretly a alien plant pony)

King Sandy=Sea Pony/hippogriff

Crazy Old Cat Lady: Abyssinians

Miss. Goodwall=Minotaur

Chester=Donkey

Lura Limpin=Cow

Mr. Boss=Dimond Dog

President Jimmy=Griffin

Stickybeard=Avian

Ace/The Kid=Avian

KnightBrace=Pegasus pony

The Delightful Children From Down the lane=Changelings

The Common Cold=Earth Pony

Numbuh 30c=Seapony/hippogriff

#cartoons #cartoon network #codename kids next door #codename knd #artists on tumblr #crossover #fanart #my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony #alternate universe #au #knd au #knd #mlp fim #mlp art #mlp #mlp g4

[streaminn]

Ok now I’m imagining the comedy version of the Eldritch Farm AU where Wednesday and Divina are up against the government’s Eldritch Task Force or something. They’re trying to be nonlethal to keep Enid and Yoko from getting too stressed (because there’s only so many times you can smile through a disappearance only you remember before your soul starts to die a little), the ETF are trying to get Wednesday and Divina but are horribly outmatched and unprepared, and Enid and Yoko are kind of in the middle but mostly like “Well we gotta help our wives. They’re our wives.

I’m just picturing all the moments like Enid and Wednesday walking hand in hand to the market, passing the ETF popup base. Wednesday waves and calls “Howdy neighbor.” And the Boss snaps his pencil in half while grinding his teeth.

I'm pretty sure it's less of a task force and more of a religious group bc it takes place back in the ye olden probably midieval times

Remember when I mentioned that divina's back story is of a nun who moved in for a missionary mission?

Yeah some kind of priest pops in, feels the 'unholy' and now they got a small lil conspiracy happening

#Eldritch farm au

[bondlessprincebloodlessknight]

About Bondless Prince, Bloodless Knight

Here is the link to the fic

Tags: Dirk/Karkat, Dave & Karkat, Aspects as magic, Literal classes, midieval au, humanstuck, past Jake/Dirk, minor Dave/John, minor Rose/Feferi/Kanaya/Jade, abandonment, slowburn, 3rd person past, switching perspective (Dirk/Karkat)

Last updated 10/26/23

Current word count: 69,234 (not including extra material in the series)

Series spoilers will be under a readmore

Asks welcome! Including worldbuilding, writing questions, asking the characters things (though you'll need to specify where on the timeline you're asking about), etc

Eventually there will be links to the World Anvil, but I need to go through and mark spoilers and whatnot so they're only visible to me, as well as add more to it

I am also doing a rewrite, but I plan to finish the ongoing fic! The rewrite is just helping me solidify some things and has been a good exercise. It wasn't until about the 12th chapter or so that I started getting an overarching plot solidified, so there are things I could have done better

I'll add tags to this post that I will be using on relavent posts so you can find them easily (since links to tag searches tend to fuck up on mobile)

About the Author

Jackie aka Jax

they/them

@sociallyanxiousdragon is my main

#jax yacks #pinned #worldbuilding #lore #characters #timeline #writing #main fic #rewrite #extra #homestuck #dirkkat #art #meta

[iriel3000]

Friday Recs - Royalty Edition

Happy Saturday! Sorry, I am late. Some reading recommendations for your enjoyment. No particular order and more to come.

Medieval Times, Milady? Knights, queens, forbidden love, I am here for it all! Don't forget to leave some kudos!

A Fairy Queen by @Capucine

Clint Barton is just a poor, neglected knight in King Arthur's court. When he meets Natasha, queen of her own otherworldly court, what danger will there be for him?

Queen and Hawkheart by @completelyhopeless

An alternate universe semi-midieval world where Natasha is a queen and Clint is the head of the guard.

Broken Crown by @Sassanova

Between Clint's quite literally royally screwed up life, Natasha's forgotten past, and an organization out for their blood, nothing is ever as simple as it seems.

Queen of the Fae by @scribblemyname/@scribblemyname

The king greets her, but she looks past him, hand outstretched. At last, the archer comes forward. Natalia is queen and she chooses whom she will.

The Tale of the Avenging Knights by @orphan_account

Come closer, young one. I will tell you a story about the Avenging Knights, the mighty heroes who lived here the Tower of Stark, back in the olden days before the world became cold and grey.

They Will Rock You by @SneakyHufflepuff

Knight's Tale AU'.

Clint Barton wants enough money to retire. Steve Rogers wants to start an orphanage. Having Clint impersonate a knight to enter the tournament circuit seems like a better bet than fighting in the Holy Land for another ten years. And, really, how hard can it be to pretend to be a knight?

Lady Natasha Romanoff navigates the social world of the tournament for her own ends. But she has plans that go beyond playing the perfect noblewoman. How will she react when a common upstart threatens those plans?   With appearances by Sir Fury, Lord and Lady Stark, Jane the Blacksmith, Darcy Lewis, the Princes Odinson, Father Banner and the Winter Knight.

Next week's category: It's a Secret 2

If you are one of the authors or know them on tumblr and they are not properly tagged, please let me know in comments and I'll add them. Please feel free to click the Iriel3000fridayrecs link below to browse more categories.

#iriel3000fridayrecs #hawkeye #black widow #clintasha #clintasha fanfiction #pirates #kings and queens #medieval #medieval au

[spaaceeboyy]

Sup

good

just realized that the midieval au is my long-awaited chance to talk like a shakespeare character and not get weird looks

[fangirlofallthefanthings]

[*pats Odysseus's head* This bean can fit so many emotions in him] Odysseus slammed his bedroom door, rattling the pieces on his chessboard and the writing utensils on his desk. He paced the room, trying to calm himself down, but his chest felt tight, and his hands shook. A lump started to form in his throat, and tears began to collect in his eyes. He shouldn’t cry. He can’t cry! There was no reason to break over something he couldn’t change. 

But he couldn’t help it. Odysseus sank to the floor, his emotions crashing into him as he curled into himself. 

Odysseus heard a knock at the door, but he stayed quiet. He thought if he didn’t answer, whoever it was would leave.

“Odysseus? Are you ok?” 

It was Polites. Odysseus immediately felt his throat tighten in guilt. He pushed him. He pushed his best friend. Odysseus could have hurt him! Why was Polites here? How could Polites be so stubborn to forgive anyone no matter what? He shouldn’t have to. Odysseus felt like he didn’t deserve Polites’s forgiveness so quickly. 

“Go away,” Odysseus replied. 

He felt the pang of embarrassment. His voice sounded weak and strained. It would be obvious to anyone that he was crying. 

“We’re coming in anyway, alright?” 

Odysseus looked at the floor as the door creaked open. He regretted not locking it as Polites and Eurylochus entered and sat beside Odysseus. 

“I told you to go away.” 

“We’re not going to leave you,” Eurylochus said. 

“It’s not good to be alone when you’re this upset. You’re so out of it you’re shaking!” Polites added, putting a hand on Odysseus’s shoulder. 

“I’m sorry…” Odysseus whispered.

Polites tilted his head. “For what?”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you like that,” Odysseus said, his voice breaking, “Everything these last few days was too much, and it all felt like it was crashing in on me, and I just… I don’t like her like that.”

“And that’s okay,” Polites said as he put his arms around Odysseus, “It’s no good bottling your emotions like that, alright? You have to tell us what’s wrong if something doesn’t seem right so we can help you.”

“We’re here for you, Odysseus,” Eurylochus said, “We’ll listen.”

“And we won’t think any less of you if you tell us how you feel. You’re our brother, Odysseus. We care about you.”

Odysseus buried his head in Polites’s shoulder and allowed himself to fully let go. He wrapped his arms around Polites tightly, and Polites held him close as he sobbed. Odysseus felt Eurylochus hug him from behind, and the little prince counted himself lucky to have such good friends. He turned into a blubbering mess, barely able to get out words of appreciation between the hiccups and sobs. Polites and Eurylochus held him regardless until Odysseus could pull himself together.

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#tagamemnon #odysseus #polites #eurylochus #greek mythology #the odyssey #epic the musical #midieval au #epic the musical fanfic #greek myth fanfic #char writes #fanfic #adventure awaits

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

The Soldier and The Poet

The Soldier and The Poet

by skidd1nk

A Midieval Aziracrow AU;

What's a poet without a muse? What's a soldier without something, or someone to protect?

Words: 52, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), The Them (Good Omens), Adam Young (Good Omens), Pepper (Good Omens), Brian (Good Omens), Wensleydale (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

From https://ift.tt/uzfgDKe https://archiveofourown.org/works/46995943

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Here's Alexander Smith's backstory in my au.

Alex and his family were part of a strictly christian congregation, so no other religion was allowed where he lived, as Alex would grow older he would grow more curious about all these other religions that he heard about, he would also become fascinated with the midieval times especially knights. Once he became a teenager he would start rebelling against the congregation's backwards thinking, like women having no rights, queer people should be stoned to death, and every religion except Christianity should be destroyed which would obviously get him in trouble. When Alex became an adult he would dabble in a bit of Satanism, just to spite the congregation that he lived in, he tried to summon a demon to call the people out on their b.s but accidentally ended up turning himself into a demon instead, Alex was blinded by hunger and ended up killing a man and eating his flesh, Alex was horrified of what he had done and ran off in fear of doing the exact same thing to his family, he would figure out how to hide his demon form and would move to Hayesville, but the hunger for human flesh followed him, he would satisfy his hunger by killing and eating insufferable bigots that no one would miss with his preferred killing method being via sword, he would come across Katie, become lovers and partners in crime with her, and they would become part of Jerry's crew, Jerry would eventually find out that Alex turned himself into a demon and need to consume human flesh in order to live, Jerry would tell Alex that he was actually born a cambion (The technical name for a half demon), the two would become friends and Alex even felt comfortable being in his demon form when Jerry was the only one around. (When it was time to do the ritual, Alex had to poison himself with holy water rather than cyanide.)

#willy's wonderland #Jerry Robert Willis #Knighty Knight #backstory #Alternate universe

[wyrm-in-a-closet]

wait what if midieval fantasy au i think thatd be silly

#doe and rei are gay little princess #sophie is their gay little knight #actually all of solfege are probably gay little knights #ahva is of course the evil dragon. and her cringeass partner raia.

[cannibalizedyke]

I have no idea what niche means because I'm intelligent, but here's a random mix of au's.

Pirates au!!

Rockstar au

APOCALYPSE AU, A PERSONAL FAVORITE OF MINE!!!

How to Train Your Dragon AU because like. cool dragons!!

really any fantasy/midieval/royalty au

musical au

CORALINE AU??

really any book au. (i don't like Harry Potter au's though because I'm not a HP fan for obvious reasons, but I totally understand why some people may be into it)

- 🦋

i have vampire pirate on the list!! i think that's a unique spin to pirate au, and combines two of my favorite aus :)

i also have folk band au, bc i thought it was a more niche offset of the band au, which usually tends to focus on rock bands

i don't see apocalypse au very often so i'm gonna add it to the list anyway. it may not be particularly niche but i like it and i don't see it a Ton so i think it's okay

httyd au sounds so fun!! i love that so much, omg

i have high fantasy au, dark fairytale au, and masquerade ball au on the list!! i think those are some interesting offsets of fantasy/medieval/royalty aus

i honestly don't know what musical au would involve, but it sounds interesting!! would you mind explaining it to me?

CORALINE AU SOUNDS FUCKING AWESOME?? OMG YES YES YESSSS

and then i have a few like other fandom aus! ever after high au, monster high au, pokémon au, atla au, and grishaverse au, along with httyd and coraline now :)

#🦋 anon #elia's wonderful anons #asks

[cxptain-capsicle]

Heavy Lies the Head

Pairings: Prince!Steve x Princess!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, fighting, age gap, creepy dudes and me getting carried away

Masterlist Taglist

You were a prisoner, yet the King kept you comfortable, but for what? It was no surprise when your guards informed you that your rival Kingdom was preparing to siege your castle, the two Kingdoms had been at war since before you were born. Your father believed it to be a good idea to send out the entire arsenal to meet the men who were approaching your castle. You begged him not to, knowing it would quickly end in the slaughter of the armies. Your father was a proud man, who had no blood right to the throne but ruled as if he would never be met with consequences. For years he ruled this way and those consequences never came, but as you watched your rival King strive your father through the stomach with his sword, you knew that his shortcomings as King had finally caught up with him. Guards came bursting through your door, there was a plan to have you, your mother and your two sisters escape the castle. You and your party barely made it past the line of trees when a line of soldiers came forth. You ran with your mother and your sisters until you realized one was missing. Your youngest sister, Agnes, only 8 years old, was yards behind you, tripping over her skirts. You ran back and scooped her up in your arms, but then you felt an arm grab hold around your waist. You screamed as loudly as your body could allow you, which alerted one of the guard’s helping your family back into the castle. He ran to help you and your sister, but he was no match for the several men now running towards you.

“Take the princess.” You placed your youngest sister in his arms as you fought the man who was trying to pull you back into the trees. “Protect the Queen at all costs!” You shouted to him before two more men grabbed you and pulled you away from your home and your family.

_______

“I have told you before I have no quarrel with the King nor his Prince’s.” You groaned as one of the many guards sent to talk with you continued to ask you the same questions. “The war between our Kingdoms was my fathers doing, in sight of his demise I see no reason for there not to be peace after all these years.”

You were not unfamiliar with imprisonment, you’d seen it in your castle dozens of times but never like this. You were placed in a tower, given a maid who brought you all the food and water you could ask for, kept the fireplace burning and the only bondage you faced was the locked door. The King even sent you a new gown to replace the one that was dirtied in the forest, purple, the color of royalty.

“What makes you so certain the Queen would agree with you.” A new voice said behind you, which was accompanied by the closing of your door. When you turned you saw a man, you’d seen several times before but never out of armor or without at least a dozen armed guards.

“Your highness,” You curtsied before him.

“Even after I have sieged your castle, killed your father, your king, and taken you, prisoner, you still treat me with such pleasantries?” The King was much taller than you and made the room become colder.

“The King was no father to me nor my sisters, no husband to my mother, and no King to our people. I am sure that his death will be the cause of revels throughout the Kingdom.” The King chuckled and sat down in a chair by the fireplace. “Though if any harm were to come to the Queen or the Princesses, I doubt they would revel in your rule.”

“The siege ended once you were captured.” The King looked straight into your eyes, waiting impatiently for your reaction.

“Your armies do not control our castle?” You questioned.

“No, you are right, I see no reason for this war to continue now that your father is dead.” The King stood up and looked down at you with an expression more serious than before. “But we will not take any chances of betrayal if we do come to a treaty, so you will remain here until the official treaty is signed. You shall only be allowed to leave this room when accompanied by a guard or one of my sons.”

“Your sons?”

“Yes, they wish to extend this treaty into an alliance between the people they believe befriending the princess should help.” You nodded, not understanding why the King or his sons were being so welcoming of you and the treaty, but you were in no place to question it. After the King left, you asked the guards to escort you to a courtyard where you could get some air. The guards took you to a large courtyard with flower bushes and benches all around its perimeter.

“My Lady.” A male voice said from behind you. A young man was approaching you, he was much older than you probably by at least 8 years, but his smile made him seem like a boy. He was tall and had blond hair neatly combed back, he also shared the same crystal blue eyes that you had seen in the King.”

“You must be one of the Prince's.” You curtsied to him politely.

“Yes I am, Lady (Y/n), I am my father’s second son, Steven.” He smiled at you all too genuinely.

“Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, your highness-”

“Please,” He interrupted. “I wish for you to call me Steven, or Steve whichever you prefer.” He then picked a small purple flower, bowing his head and holding it out for you.

“Well, Steven, it is my pleasure.”

______

“Are you the oldest of your sisters, Lady (Y/n)?” You had been a “prisoner” for a few weeks now, and it seemed you were unable to escape the young prince’s sight.

“I am trying to read, my lord.” You looked over your book to Prince, who sat across from you.

“Just talk to me for a little while and then I shall leave you to your leisurely activities.”

You sighed and placed your book upon your lap. “If you mean to ask whether I should obtain the throne after my mother’s death, then yes, I shall.” Steven cocked his head at the aggressiveness in your voice.

“My pestering riles you or you do not wish for the crown.” He questioned your tone.

“I was not always the daughter destined for the throne.” You pressed your hands flatly against your skirts as you remembered your eldest sister who died not even three years ago after she received a fever while on a trip to Italy.

“Your sister,” The Prince nodded. “I’m sorry if I have upset you,”

“It’s quite alright.” You looked up to see him watching you carefully. “You know what it is like to grow up as the spare.” He nodded.

“My brother Grant is to be the heir to the throne after my father’s death,” Steven whispered as if he was speaking treasonous words. “My father is not younger any longer and yet my brother remains out on the battlefield and we have heard no word of whether or not he remains alive. I have come to terms with the thought that I may be King if my brother does not return.”

“And if he does?” You questioned him.

“Then he shall be King and will be my father’s problem to deal with.” He spits out, trying to hide the resentment in his voice.

“You bear ill will towards your brother?” You recognized the resentment in his voice, it was not the resentment of a man who’s had the crown stolen from him but of a man who has had all glory stolen from him.

“My brother is the heir to the throne and sees himself above his family and his people, he may be a good King someday but he has never been a good man or brother.” His eyes faded back to the casual happiness that you recognized all too well. “What about your father?”

“What about him?” You were taken aback at the mention of your father, which he had been tiptoeing around for weeks since his death.

“Your animosity for your father is all but unknown.” He slumped back casually in his chair. “Why?”

“My father does not support the notion of a female heir to the throne, yet he was blessed with four daughters.” The young Prince nodded understandably.

“What does the Queen believe?” He continued to press.

“My mother believes that a Queen needs a King and that a King needs a Queen, she will arrange my betrothal once it is time for me to take the crown I am sure.” You dreaded your inevitable betrothal, your father had put you off of men who will leech onto the royal family to take the throne for themselves.

“And you believe that will come soon?” You didn’t need to say this aloud, he always seemed to know what you were thinking, which made him easy to speak to.

“My mother has spoken of stepping down from the throne for years, now that the King is dead I see no reason that is holding her back. The only thing that stops her is…” You cut yourself off quickly.

“What holds the Queen back?” You saw Prince Steven’s blue eyes dilated with interest.

“My mother does not believe me fit for the crown, I believe she is waiting for my middle sister, Mary to come of age so that she may bestow the crown upon her head.” He did not need to ask for you to elaborate, for the look in his eyes was enough. “My sister is serious and confident for her age, she leads with her head rather than her heart.”

“I believe that leading with one’s heart is a virtue.” You could not tell if he said this out of honesty or to please you, which he so often tried to do.

“Maybe for a Princess but not a Queen,” You corrected him. “Yes... it would not surprise me if my mother has me betrothed to a Prince in the East and have me sent away to take the crown of a country which is not my own.”

“You don’t truly believe she would do such a thing?” He was shocked at the thought of the Queen ripping you from the throne in such a way.

“My mother loves her daughters dearly, but she is a Queen first and as long as she remains as such she will do what she believes is best for her country.” It made you angry not that your sister would obtain the crown but that you may be taken from your country. You did not wish for the throne, but you would rule it with dignity whence the time came.

“Steven!” A shouting voice called from the corridor. “Have you any idea where the Princess has gone-” The King stopped in his tracks when he saw you and Steven across from each other. “Ah, my lady don’t you think it indecent for the two of you to be together without a chaperone.”

“Don’t worry father, we were simply looking for a quiet place to read,” Steven saved you from having to respond to such a question.

“Well, Lady (Y/n) I am here to inform you that your mother and sisters will be joining us this time next week for a banquet where we shall officially announce the treaty between our Kingdoms.”

“Oh, that is wonderful,” You smiled brightly at the King, excited to see your family again.

“Yes well, please return to your leisures.” The King said finally before exiting the library.

“Oh, this is wonderful!” You shot up from your chair and pulled the Prince up to stand with you.

“Ah yes, we have not had a banquet in quite some time. I think you should enjoy yourself,” Steven took your hands and began to light-heartedly dance with you. “I shall need a dance partner you know,”

“I don’t believe you shall find a problem finding one.” You giggled and teasingly pulled away from him, but he pulled you from your waist and brought you close to him. You brought your eyes to meet his blue ones, ones that you had never seen so close before, and you realized that you had been robbed of his beauty from a distance. From up close his eyes were so mesmerizing it mattered not to you that you continued to dance in small squares with his hand on your waist. His eyes shone so brightly even in this dim library that you barely believed that they were real. Now your eyes traveled past his eyes to his neat blonde hair and sharp jaw. It was no secret that the young Prince was handsome, women seemed to fall at his feet, but you never considered yourself such a girl who could so easily do so. The Prince did pester you so often, but you enjoyed his company more than you did with any other man even back in your own Kingdom.

“Maybe but I have a particular Princess in mind.” His voice was barely above a whisper, his warm breath fanned your face, making your breath catch in your throat. “Promise that thou shall not dance with another and I shall do the same.” His hand that was not on your waist rose to the side of your face as his face got closer to yours.

“I promise,” You spoke so softly that you could barely hear yourself but he clearly could because once you said it he firmly grasped your chin and clashed his lips against yours. You had kissed no one before, as a Princess, you could not do such things for the fact you were expected to save such virtues for your husband. In shock you pulled away from the Prince, his eyes were wide with shock and fear that you would be angered with him.

“I am sorry Princess if I have acted out of turn-” He took a step away from you and his voice was smaller than you’d heard it before. Before he could finish, you threw your arms around his neck and pressed your body against him. He lost his balance and slightly tumbled back but wrapped his arm tightly around your waist to balance himself. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined kissing the Prince, you imagined that it would be slow and heartfelt. This kiss was heartfelt, but it was not slow and soft, it was fast and your lips were constantly crashing with his fearing that if they ever split for too long, then they would never come together again.

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You continued seeing the Prince every day, sneaking off to far corners of the castle, sneaking kisses and lingering glances that you could never do in front of the King. Now you were being chased by the Prince through a garden that was seldom used by anyone other than him. Due to your uncomfortable shoes and heavy skirts he caught up to you in no time wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you in a circle.

“Steven!” A harsh voice called it was none other than the King who had become notorious for interrupting your activities with the Prince. Steve placed you back onto the ground and took a shy step away. You tucked a hair that had become loose from your running behind your ear and stared at the ground.

“I’m sorry father we were just messing about.” Steve stumbled slightly over his words.

“Nevermind that now boy,” The King sighed heavily at his son’s behavior. “Your brother has returned from the battlefield, and Lady (Y/n) you must go prepare yourself for your family’s arrival and the banquet tonight.” You looked up to meet the King’s gaze that lasted a little longer than you would have liked, “Be off,” He elaborated.

“Oh,” You jumped realizing his intent, “Of course, thank you, your majesty.” You hurried off, catching one more glance of Steve’s red face before you went to your quarters.

A team came to bathe you, have you dressed and do your hair before the banquet, you continuously asked them if they’d heard the news of if your family had arrived but none of them had. You were told to stay in your room until an escort came to get you. You anxiously sat on your bed waiting for your door to open and once it did a small girl came plundering in.

“Y/n!” Your little sister Agnes screeched, and she jumped into your arms. Your mother and sister Mary calmly followed after her.

“I missed the three of you so much,” You hugged the other two girls.

“Well, it seems you’ve had good company,” Mary smirked slightly which confused you until you saw Prince Steven walk in behind them.

“I-I have found companionship, yes,” You chuckled slightly along with Steve.

“I believe that we are ready for you,” Steve broke in and brought you down to the banquet hall, there was already music and dancing which Agnes was eager to join. Mary took Agnes to dance, which left you, Steven, and your mother.

“I believed I was promised a dance,” Steve whispered in your ear causing shivers to run down your spine, you looked over to see your mother was already engaged with the King and so you took Steven’s hand and let him bring you to the dance floor. The song was slow but had a beat that still kept everyone on their feet. Steve wrapped his arm around your waist, and his other clasped your hand. It felt so familiar to be this close to him, yet you felt strange being so close in front of so many people.

“It’s fine,” He leaned down and whispered in your ear. “It’s just a dance.” He pulled away and let you see the wide grin on his face, and you must have had the same one. Such a thing out of this context would have you each in trouble, so you each felt as though you were sneaking your romance past the rest of the dancers.

The song quickly ended, and the King called everyone to gather for an announcement. As a part of a royal family, you and Steve were expected to come to the King’s side. Steve went to one side of the King to stand with his mother, a woman who looked a little like him but must have been where he got his kindness because her smile was so radiant it nearly took you off your feet. On the other side of the Queen was another boy a few years older than Steven which meant he was most likely double your age, having the same hardness as the King and slightly larger than Steve, which you didn’t believe was possible. This other man had dark hair similar to the color of the Queen, but eyes just as blue as Steve and his father’s. You immediately knew that this was Grant, the heir to the throne. He looked exactly like Steve had described him, cold, stern and serious.

You stood with your mother and sisters in order of age with your mother standing next to the King.

“As each of you knows, our two Kingdoms have been at wars for nearly two decades after the last siege our rival King was killed. Our two Kingdom’s have decided that we do not wish to wage war any longer.” A cheer erupted through the crowd, but the King silenced this. “As a form of peace, we have come to the idea that Princess (Y/n) and my son Prince Grant are to be betrothed and they will serve as my Queen and I’s successors.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you brought one arm to instinctively clutch your sister’s wrist to keep you from tumbling to the floor. The crowd cheered, and the band began to play once again, causing everyone to disperse to their dance partners. Your eyes fixated onto the ground, realizing that your mother had married you out of your throne and to a man you had never met.

“Y/n!” You felt a hard jab in your side and looked over to see it was your mother, you looked to your other side seeing Mary just as shocked as you were, knowing that now she would be the heir to the throne.

“Excuse me, your highness,” A deep voice said from in front of you, your head shot forward to see Prince Grant standing in front of you with his hand out signaling that he wished to dance. Something about the fact that he believed an extended hand was a way to ask a lady to dance made you upset. Your shaking hand took his, and he brought you to the center of the floor. He wrapped his arm around you and you had to fight every instinct not to pull away.

“You seem to be in quite a shock my lady,” His voice was smooth but not smooth like his brothers but in a cool and calm way that made his sound arrogant.

“Aren’t you?” You looked up at his eyes to see if they matched the rest of his demeanor. Yes, his eyes were blue and nearly identical to Prince Steven’s but they were not Steve’s. Steve’s eyes were blue like the ocean your mother took you to as a child, cool and refreshing, calm waters that allowed you to swim in for hours. Prince Grant's Eyes were like the stories your father would tell you before bed, unforgiving dark seas that could sink a ship before you could even call out to lower the sails.

“Of course not,” Grant smiled at the fact that he knew something that you did not. “My father sent me a letter upon your arrival saying that he wished to have us betrothed.”

This was nearly too much to process. Throughout the time that you had known Steven, you were already one foot into the chapel ready to marry his brother. In your shock you caught a glimpse of Steven leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, looking at you. Steve never had to tell you what he was thinking, he wore his heart and his mind upon his shoulder and you knew he was thinking: you promised to only dance with me. Once he met your gaze more a moment, he quickly turned and exited the hall out of the nearest corridor. Your eyes followed Steve until you felt the arm around your waist tighten and pull you in closer than even Steve and you had danced.

“My father did also tell me you and my brother had become acquitted.” You looked up at him and swore you saw anger. “I do hope that my brother recognizes that you are to be my Queen.” The surrounding grip became painful, and you pulled yourself away from the Prince.

“Excuse me,” You blurted before rapidly making your way over to the corridor that Steve had gone down. You had been down this corridor countless times in your stay. It was filled with dozens of doors and branches.

“Steve,” You whispered, hoping to bring him out of whatever hidden place he was in.

“(Y/n) (L/n)!” A hiss came from behind you. You turned to see your mother barreling towards you with a fuming expression on her face.

“Mother!” You practically screeched. “ Why would you do that?” You referred to your marriage to the future King.

“That was the King's proposal, do you wish for another war?” She matched your angry tone.

“I wish that my mother would not ship me off to such a vile man.” You began to walk away from her, finding Steve was all that was important at the moment.

“How could you say such things? You’ve never even met him.” Your mother continued after him.

“And yet I feel as though I’ve had my fill,” You scoffed. “I’ve heard what I need to make my own decision.”

“Who have you heard such things from? His brother, that reckless prince who you’ve spent so much time with. That boy is no match for a princess, he’s never going to be King.”

“Why should the throne make any difference when deciding whom I will love.” You turned around to yell at her. Tears filled your eyes, your mother would always be Queen before she would be your mother.

“You love him?” She gasped, clutching her hand over her heart with a shriek.

“Why does it matter?” You were disgusted with her reaction. “ I am not even twenty years of age, I should not be getting married, especially not to a prince in his thirties.”

“You know that age is not a factor when it comes to royal betrothal. I thought I taught you better than this.”

“I’m sorry that I’m not like you, mother! I don’t want to be a princess nor a queen, I want to be me.” You confidently stood your ground knowing that this is the worst thing you could say to your mother.

“I should hope that by the time you become Queen you will regret that.” She turned around violently and began back down the hall but she stopped and turned around. “And return to your fiance promptly.”

You waited until she was out of sight and then stomped along continuing your search for Steve. You continued whispering his name through every doorway until an idea hit you, the garden where you first met. You lifted your skirts and ran as fast as you could in your heals to the courtyard. When we finally got close enough to see you saw Steve sitting on a bench slumped over with a small purple flower in his hand.

“Steven!” You yelled as you ran towards him. You fell at his feet and looked up at him. He seemed unfazed at your attendance. You softly said his name and brought your hand up to his cheek but he pulled away, pushing himself up from the bench.

“Steve, please.” You begged as tears filled your eyes. Steve turned around and you saw his eyes, red and puffy, you couldn’t tell if his nose was red from tears or the cold air. He saw your tears beginning to fall down your cheeks as you sit on the ground, your large dress seeming to swallow you.

“Did you know?” He looked down at you with a hint of something you could not read. Anger? Sadness? Betrayal? You could always tell how he felt, it was unnerving that he could shut you out so easily.

“No!” You cried, begging him to believe you. “I swear to you I had no idea.” He nodded his head slowly as he put his hands in his pockets. “Steven please, I need you to believe me.” You placed your hands on both sides of his face, this time he did not shy away.

“Leave with me.” He said so quietly you believed you heard him wrong.

“What?” You said in shock as he wrapped his hands around your wrist and held you tight, trying to keep you with him.

“Runaway with me, tomorrow at sunrise, we can leave on one of the horses, they won’t realize that we’re gone until dinner.” You’d never heard anything so preposterous but he was serious.

“What about your mother, what about my sisters?” You shook your head at him.

“What about them? If they really cared about us then they would support this.” Steve let go of your wrists and put his large hand on the side of your face, you involuntarily leaned into his touch. “I love you Y/n.”

You looked up at his blue eyes searching them for any trace of a li but you found none. “I love you too Steve,” He slowly leaned down, his lips catching you in an agonizingly slow kiss before he took a large step away from you.

“I’m leaving tomorrow and dawn, I couldn’t stand seeing you marry another man. If you wish to come with me, meet me at the southwest stables.” With that he left in the direction of his quarters, leaving you with a decision to make

Part two is out now.

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