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sleepyconfusedpotato · 6 months

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Run Free

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Price, Gaz, and Ghost visits the MacTavish Estate baring the news.

Word Count: 2.1k words Warning: Major character death, angst and comfort. Note : I wrote this fic a few days after I finished the campaign. I've always thought it weird why the 141 boys had Soap's ashes when I've always seen Soap as someone with a family and a had good relationship with them, especially since it's canon that Soap's cousin brought him to the SAS base several times as a kid. Here's my interpretation of that fact, on how Soap's urn ended up with the boys.

Price, Gaz, and Ghost wore their dress uniforms from head to toe, finding themselves in front of the MacTavish Estate in Glasgow. It was… big, to say the least. Soap’s family was known not only because a number of people from the family are serving in the British Royal Armed Forces, but also the fact that they are 7th generation furniture company - MacTavish Furnitures. Lots of members of the family are veterans turned businessmen, carpenters, or woodworkers. It is a common cycle of life for them.

As Ghost and Gaz stood, Price climbed the stairs and wore his beige beret, breathing deeply through his nose before letting the air out to prepare himself, lifting his hand to knock on the wooden door. The captain heard faint noises of multiple footsteps from multiple people and some voices of heavy Scottish accent from inside the house. He waited for a moment, until the door finally opened, but he found no one in front of him.

“Who are ya?”

A little voice spoke from under him, prompting Price to look down. He found a little girl with blonde hair no taller than his knees. She’s absolutely drenched from head to toe in a blue swimming attire and had to bend her neck so high to see him. He bent down to his knees to match her height, before saying,

“Hello. I’m… My name is John.”

“John? Like Uncle Johnny?” Her little voice said, face gleaming with happiness at the name.

“Yes. Like Uncle Johnny.” Price smiled, chuckling lightly. The girl grinned at his smiling face. “May I see your dad? Or mum?”

“Phoebe MacTavish! Get your wee feet here before I pick your legs off of that floo–! Oh, Hello there.” A new voice came from in front of him, revealing herself to be an old woman with dark brown hair, though with white strands and the same quizzical brow that reminded Price of Soap. She looked strong, nonetheless, wearing a green shirt and knitted vest with a towel hanging from one of her shoulders, obviously to dry the little girl after a session of swimming in their estate’s pool.

Price stood back up, greeting the lady. “Mrs. MacTavish.”

The old woman looked at his attire up and down, and Price swore that he saw the gears rotating inside her mind. She looked down at the girl and gave her the white towel, “Phoebe. Go inside and dry yourself. Find your Da, Aunt Rachel, and Uncle Hugh, too. Tell them to meet me at the front door, yeah?” The little girl nodded and ran inside, disappearing into the house as Price heard a faint yelling from the same child, calling for the stated family members.

Now, the lady in front of him walked closer to the doorway, face to face with him. She’s undoubtedly no taller than 5’7”, a height that might have been receding as time went by, but you could spot a proud MacTavish wherever you see one. Price offered his hand for a handshake as she accepted. “Captain John Price from the 22 SAS Regiment.”

“Joan MacTavish.” She replied. Price noticed the name as the name on Soap’s file as his guardian, with the relation being marked with ‘Aunt’. “What brings you here, Captain?” Her face looked neutral like it wasn’t the first time a soldier with a full dress uniform knocked on this wooden door.

Just before Price could say what he wanted to say, a deep voice called to her. “Mum?” One woman and two men with a frame similar to him showed up from inside the house. One man was around Ghost’s age, one was around his age, while the woman in a bun looked older than him, though looking very vibrant and professional. All of them had the same thick eyebrows – Family traits, he supposed – and clearly looked like honourable but firm Scottish people. Upon seeing Price, though, their faces changed from confusion to realization.

Price remembered that Soap was not the first MacTavish in the SAS. In fact, there was another member of the family, Oliver MacTavish, who died in the line of duty a decade ago. Price remembered the way Soap had told the story of Ollie, his cousin, bringing his little arse to the SAS base - however unpermitted it was – and how Price had busted Soap multiple times for applying with a fake age.

“Rachel MacTavish.” The eldest one spoke.

“Hugh MacTavish.” The elder man said, followed by the younger.

“Scott MacTavish. That was my daughter, Phobe.” They all shook hands with Price.

He repeated his greeting, before Rachel started,

“I've seen the likes of you before. I recognize that beret even from a mile away." She said firmly. "Out with it."

The captain's breath hitched as he cleared his throat, preparing himself to deliver the news. And so, he began.

"On November 21st, our target had placed an active bomb inside the underwater tunnel that connects the UK and France. During our attempt to defuse the bomb, the target sneaked from behind our line of sight…"

The whole family's face changed, Joan's eyes looked glassy with tears seeming like she knew of the incoming words.

"And I regret to inform you… that Sergeant John MacTavish has died in the line of duty."

Ghost, without his mask and black face paint around his eyes, and Gaz with their dress uniforms and beret could only stand from the base of the stairs, watching and hearing as Joan's cry of anguish tear through the morning sky.

"Oh Lord. Johnny. Johnny. My baby, Johnny." Joan repeated his name like a chanting to the sky. "Why must You take him so soon? Why must he join Ollie so soon?"

The whole family hugged their mother as she wailed, her knees looked like it was giving up. Gaz gritted his teeth to strengthen himself, not wanting to break down to cry himself.

As the family cried, Price could only stand still, letting the news sink in for the family. His job as the leader of the team was done, at that point. He delivered the news to his family.

"The bomb…Did he defuse it?" Hugh questioned in the middle of his sobs.

"He–" Price swallowed, remembering the way Makarov had killed him. "We were both defusing the bomb, John guiding me along the way as he was the demolition expert."

"He protected me, Sir. Our target was about to shoot me, before John stopped him - and got killed instead. The target ran away, but me and Sergeant Garrick managed to defuse the bomb thanks to his prior guidance, saving thousands of lives underneath the 30-mile underwater tunnel." Price answered as Rachel looked up at his face, anger and denial filling her in an instant.

She raised her hand in such a way that Price knew that she was about to slap him. Price still opened his eyes, fully welcoming the slap before her hand stopped.

Rachel bit her lips so hard that it might bleed, lowering her arm.

"...Why does it have to be Johnny? Why do you get to live and he doesn't?" She barely whispered in a shaky voice, going back to wiping her face again. “Why Johnny…?”

And Price asked that question every single hour ever since his death.

Why Soap, and not him?

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The MacTavishes requested for Soap's body to be sent to Scotland, where they held a memorial at the MacTavish estate to which they promptly honoured. The number of family members participating was not that many, considering only the immediate family attended. Price, Soap, and Ghost joined them, and even escorted the family as they travelled to the crematorium.

After the whole procession finished – that took the entire day – the family finally had possession of the urn containing Soap's ashes, and they invited the three back to the estate, where they now sit inside the guest room and tea in front of them with Joan and Rachel, his urn placed on a table beside Joan.

That was the day they learned that Soap was actually the son of Joan's late husband's younger sister. Soap's mother – her sister-in-law, died when she birthed Soap, while Soap's father died during an accident in a factory before his own birth.

Soap had been raised by his uncle's family since his infancy, growing up in the MacTavish house as a strong and firm Scott under the wing of the eldest brother, Oliver.

"He's always wanted to be like Ollie, that wee kid," Rachel told them after holding a photo album containing photos of Soap when he was a baby in his late uncle's arms, a photo of him and his older cousins playing with mud, photos of his graduations from school, and photos of him passing the test to be a part of SAS along with his cousin, Oliver. "Said he didn't want to go to school. Just visit the army base every day. It's what he dreamed of."

Ghost, still in his dress uniform, felt the most vulnerable in that room - Without his mask, in front of Johnny's family. He also had been in agony for the past day, because he'd failed to cover Johnny's back. He had one job at that time, and he failed, catastrophically. He only sat there with his hands joined in his lap, not daring to look at the family in the eyes.

"We're very thankful for John's service with us. He was the best there is." Gaz spoke, "John's memory will live with us."

"Thank you, Sergeant Garrick." Joan smiled as she looked up. "I heard you share the same quarters with him in the barracks. I hope he wasn't too much of a naughty boy."

The sergeant chuckled lightly at that, "Well. Soap wasn't someone who could stay away from mischief too long, but I assure you that he's an absolute joy and inspiration to be around." Hearing Joan's laughter cured a little part in Gaz, as the only thing he'd heard from her was the sound of her cry. He could at least pride himself in knowing that he could share Soap's merry nature.

As they share memories, Price finished his tea before he stood up from the sofa, followed by the other two. "Well. We must take our leave, Ma'am. Thank you for the tea."

"Anytime." Joan spoke as the soldiers started to leave the sofa, heading towards the main room and front door.

"Which one of ya’s is ‘LT’?"

Rachel’s voice stopped the men in their tracks, particularly Ghost’s. All three men turned around, finding the woman holding Soap’s urn in her hands. Price saw how Ghost's face turned to that of a deer in a spotlight, so he put his hand behind Ghost’s back to lightly push him towards Rachel, but Ghost’s hesitancy was apparent in the way he slowly walked.

“...That would be me, Ma’am.” Ghost’s deep voice rumbled softly as he looked down to Rachel’s height. The lady herself observed him up and down with a negative face that she could convince him that he was standing there naked.

“Yer tryin’ so hard to make yourself look small for such a big man. It’s almost dreading.” She started, her hips shifting. “I’ve been the CEO of MacTavish Furnitures since my da’ passed away and Ollie decided to go to the army, and I read people like a book. For someone whom Johnny admired the most – and repeatedly spoke about – you don’t look like the LT I heard from him.” Ghost was starstruck at the statement. Soap, talking about him to his family? “I expected you to be cocky and exude pride in your steps, but all I’m seein’ is just a pathetic, sad bloke.”

Ghost stood still at those comments. No one practically had ever roasted him this badly in front of his teammates. He wondered if he showed up in his other attire, she’d dare to say all this. But then again, if someone got to do it, he was glad that it came from an honourable woman of the MacTavish bloodline.

What caught him off guard was her hands stretching towards him, holding Soap’s urn in front of his chest. Ghost looked down at the metal container, looking confused as he looked up again to face Rachel. He thought the MacTavishes were going to hold on to Soap’s urn, and they get to keep Soap’s dog tags. However, clearly, the current head of the family had other wishes.

“Take Johnny with ya. Being trapped inside this urn for eternity in this old house would be the last thing he wanted.” The woman started with a shaky voice, her eyes starting to brim with tears again. Seeing Soap’s character, Ghost could understand that completely.

“He’s… the proudest he could ever be when he’s with ya’s." Rachel continued.

"So I ask you, as our brother’s comrades, to hold on to Johnny – and free him.”

Ghost’s eyes opened wide in surprise, still couldn’t fathom how fondly Soap must've talked about his teammates, especially him, to his family that they’d give him his ashes. Ghost lifted his hands to carefully receive the urn.

After breathing deeply, Ghost stood straight, holding Soap firmly.

“We will, Ma’am.”

—

The three of them walked towards the car parked just outside the MacTavish estate with Ghost holding Soap’s urn in his hands. They all took off their berets and entered the car, Price the designated driver, Gaz riding shotgun, while Ghost sat in the backseat.

“So what do we do with him, Sir?” Gaz rotated his body to look at Soap’s urn on Ghost’s hands, same as Price.

Ghost contemplated in his mind, staring at the metal urn, before speaking, “Where’s Johnny’s place of birth?”

Price answered immediately as he’s the one who took care of Soap’s documents. “Isle of Skye.”

“Soap said there’s a beautiful cliff where he and his cousins used to go to play. Endless sea where the eyes could see.” Gaz added.

“Then that’s where we’re goin’.” Ghost spoke with finality. “And then we’ll let Johnny go.”

Price and Gaz nodded to each other. "Alright, Soap. Let's get you home." The captain started the car and stepped on the gas, beginning their journey towards the Isle of Skye.

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nczennie · 1 year

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royal library.

Pairing: Reader x Ateez's Seonghwa AU: Royalty Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut (18+ scene) Preview: You turn to look at Seonghwa, "Thank you for keeping my secret," You smile at him and he returns it, quickly standing to bow, "Of course, your highness. Your secret is safe with me". Words: 10.1k *Warnings under cut

Warnings: There is only one short smut scene (unprotected, penetrative sex), mentions of dying/being killed, infidelity? depends on your thoughts; it's an arranged marriage, pregnancy.

"Do you think his highness is handsome?"

You send a quick glare to your younger sister, where she sits on your bed, through the mirror of your vanity, looking past your lady in waiting who dotes on your hair. "I don't think that matters much, Rose," you speak out with an even tone. You're not one to share your emotions or thoughts with those who work around you, traumatized from the time one of your butlers heard you talk bad about a visiting elite family. He dimed you out to your nanny and advisor and you were punished for your thoughtlessness.

"So you're telling me you wouldn't care if you had to spend the rest of your life with someone you didn't find attractive? To have to," she pauses leaning in to speak closer to you, "Make babies with him?" Despite the work being done on your hair, you can't help but snap your head in her direction, completely in shock, "Rose!" you call out, feeling your face heating up with embarrassment. The younger girl can't help but laugh at you and you apologize to the woman behind you. Trying to keep your composure, you answer her, "All I'm saying is that there is no point to wish for him to look or act a certain way because what's settled is settled and there is nothing I can do about whom I am to marry".

Rose is the youngest of your parents three children, and even though she is but a couple years younger than you, you felt she still acted as a child. You blamed it on the fact she was coddled as the baby of the family. Your older sister was married some years ago and moved to her husband's kingdom, that left the throne of your own kingdom to you. Therefore leaving little Rose with no responsibility and no worries when it came to the politics of being a princess. Unfortunately, you couldn't say the same for yourself. Today would be the day that your future husband would move into your castle. You were betrothed to the Prince, a middle child himself, from a Kingdom just inland from yours. The engagement was arranged just months after he was born, being a year younger than you. And now all these years later, he was coming and you would meet for the first time.

"You look beautiful," your sister claims taking your full attire in now that you are the only two in the room. You give her a smile as you smooth down your dress, moving back in forth to take in your appearance in front of the large mirror. "Do you really not care about the man you are to marry?" She wonders, moving to straighten the tail of your dress. Letting out a sigh, you still your movements, "I think all I can do now Rose, is hope that he is a kind and understanding man".

You're thankful that the arrival of the Prince served as an event rather than a private dinner where you were certain you would've died from the awkwardness. The was ballroom filled with your family members as well as the other elite families that served important roles in the kingdom. The King and Queen wanted to throw a proper welcoming for the Prince; a welcoming to his new home.

Though the guests mingled about the room, sipping on drinks and snacking on hor d'oeuvres, the Prince and his company have yet to join. His ship had docked safely merely hours ago, you watching on your balcony with Rose, gulping loudly at the realization the man you were to spend the rest of your life with was aboard. The Prince and his small entourage politely asked for a couple hours of rest and time to prepare for the occasion, hence the delayment of their arrival here.

Making sure to stay in the corner of the room, you steered clear or any refreshments or food, the constant twirling of your stomach becoming uncomfortable as the anticipation grew. Finally, the butler closest to the door rang a bell, "May I present, his highness, Prince Wooyoung of Twilight".

The two large doors open as the crowd fall silent, moving to allow room for the new guests. You realize you're out of place when you notice your mother sending you a look, and you hurry and take your place next to her, your father and your sister. A few of the Prince's members enter first and you grip your dress tightly on your sides, in an attempt to ground you as well as dry the sweat forming on your palms.

You suck in a breath as you finally see the Prince enter the room, decked out in a deep red suit, the crown adorning his head sporting large rubies, the color of his Kingdom. He wears a happy smile, making sure to acknowledge everyone in the room as they make their way down the aisle people formed in order to meet you. You see Rose lean over your father in order to get your attention, "He's beautiful!" She whispers just loud enough to hear as your father sends her an unimpressed look. You merely look back to the Prince, his shiny black hair almost bouncing as he nods his head to those greeting him. With a gulp you straighten your posture as the small group approaches your family. You're thankful the music has started again along with small chatter making the atmosphere more comfortable. Prince Wooyoung stands front in center smiling brightly at your family, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you all, thank you for such a warm welcome". He gives his proper bow before standing up straight again. Your father begins to talk to him, introducing himself along with the rest of you as you let your eyes linger at the group of men in front of you. After taking in the Prince once again, you look at the men standing behind him, orbs gazing across them. However, once you see the man standing behind his right shoulder, you can't help but do a double take.

He stands slightly taller than the Prince, posture and gaze amazing as if he were royalty himself. You can't force your gaze away from him, studying his strong nose and full lips. He's beautiful, you think.

"And may I introduce my daughters," your attention is drawn back as your father introduces Rose and you to the Prince. Prince Wooyoung moves forward to take Rose's hand into his, giving it a small peck, you try to hide your smirk at how flustered she gets before the Prince moves to you. He does the same formality to you, warm hand taking in your own as he brings it up to his lips. His warm eyes stay on yours as he retreats, giving you a knowing look and small smile. This is it, his look says, this is the first moment of the rest of our lives.

You begin to feel slightly emotional and overwhelmed at the whole ordeal and you have to blink several times to contain any tears that try to surface, gluing your eyes to the floor to hide from anyone who may see. "May I introduce those who came with me from Twilight," the Prince says cheerfully. He introduces a few of his trusted guards, along with his personal butler before getting to the man you were captivated by earlier. "This is my advisor, Mr. Park Seonghwa". You find your gaze lifting once again to follow this Seonghwa as he steps forward to greet your family. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he speaks with a polite smile, eyes roaming along the line of you all before his gaze stops on you before bowing. You wonder if anyone could tell your cheeks have turned pink as your eyes locked, his dark eyes sending butterflies to your stomach.

Once the introductions were done, your mother steps forward clasping her hands, "Well then, you all must be famished from your journey. Shall we head to the dining room?" The Prince smiles brightly, hand coming to rest on his stomach, "I couldn't think of a better idea myself". She smiles at him as well as those around him, "Welcome home".

The past week since Prince Wooyoung came has been extremely busy, nearly everyday filled with schedules with the newly arrivals from the kingdom of Twilight. Showing them around the castle, the kingdom, introducing them to many people. Though it was the middle of winter now, your wedding was not set to take place till autumn; near the harvest moon for luck. However, both royal families agreed it was best for the Prince to move into your castle prior to the wedding. He was going to be the next King of your kingdom and they wanted to make sure he was fit for the job before it was sprung on him. He seemed good to you, not stern or self absorbed. He easily got along to everyone he was introduced to. Even the people in the village adoring him as his came into town to introduce himself and learn more about the people he is to rule soon. Prince Wooyoung was attentive to what he was learning about your home, he asked questions and took in every detail he could. Both of your parents have already told you how pleased they were at what an amazing Prince and person he was.

Though the week was busy following the Prince around, you have still yet to be alone with him. Not that you minded too much, though you would like to get to know him better before you were eventually wed, you rather get to know him at your own pace. That way, you could at least control one thing about your relationship.

It was finally the weekend and you have already decided to stay up later than usual this Saturday night. You were exhausted from the prior week but there was one thing you missed; your alone time. The only time you got to yourself was when you were in bed so you missed your occasional outings to the library just across from your room.

This library was not the main one in the castle, it was just a small library on the floor you reside on, meant to only be used by those sleeping on this level. But that meant most of the time it was only you and your sister Rose. Not that you found it trivial, for you loved the nights most where you snuck out of bed at night, moving across the hallway to take solstice in the small library, lighting the fire and enjoying a book in the peace and quiet with only yourself. As a princess, it was not often that you could be alone. Ladies in waiting, guards, or advisors following your every move for your safety, so they said. So you made sure everyone thought you were asleep before you made your trip.

You pulled your robe tighter around your nightgown, sneakily checking the hallway before deciding it was clear. Carrying your candle, you scurry to the door across from your own, making sure to open and close it as quietly as possible. Releasing your breath once you figure your safe, you set the candle down, moving to the fireplace to light a bigger source of light. Finding the latest book you were reading last time you were in the library, you make yourself comfortable on the small couch in front of the flames. The fire to your left providing just enough brightness for you to read your book.

It couldn't have been longer than 10 minutes before you hear the handle of the library door start to turn. You freeze in your spot before standing abruptly, heart pounding as you will yourself to think of an excuse as to why were out of your room unannounced and hiding away in here. You gulp as the door finally opens, but rather than a guard or butler entering the room like you expected, your brows furrow as you take in Park Seonghwa, Prince Wooyoung's advisor. You're unsure if this should make you less or more worried than you were before. He shuts the door quietly as you had before, turning around and finally taking notice of you behind him. At the sight of you he lets out a small shout of surprise, stumbling the piles of papers in his arms.

You're more overcome by the need for him to be quiet than being embarrassed of him seeing you, "Shh!" You hush him loudly, dropping your book and moving forward to him, showing him your finger pressed against your lips. "Please," you talk quietly to him, "I'd prefer if no one knew I was in here". Seonghwa nods, taking a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm down. He swallows, taking you in before quickly averting his gaze to the floor, "I apologize, your highness". You look down and remember your only wearing your nightly attire, not exactly appropriate for anyone to see the princess in. You quickly tighten your robe even further and cross your arms to cover yourself even more as the man in front of you continues to talk. "The butler informed me I could work in this library rather than walking to the main one since my residence is on this floor. I had no idea you would also be in here, please excuse me".

You gather he intends to leave, but you see no need for that, worried if they see him leave so soon after entering they might figure someone else in in here and find you out. "Please, don't apologize. I like to come here some nights and read but I keep it a secret as I would enjoy some alone time once in a while. Please, make yourself comfortable for your work, I would just appreciate it if you didn't mention to anyone you saw me here". Seonghwa nods, hesitantly looking at you before he bows, "Thank you, your highness". You give him a smile as he moves to the desk in the room, situated across from the couch. Leaning down, you pick up the book you had dropped before, fingering through in an attempt to find your page. "I won't be long, I'll just finish this chapter and leave you to your work". You sit back on the couch, sitting up straight and proper unlike before.

From the table across from you, Seonghwa shakes his head, "No, please don't feel the need to rush. You were here first, I just needed a space to get these letters done". He organizes the papers on the table before sitting down himself in his chair. The atmosphere falls quiet, and even though it isn't awkward, you find yourself unable to concentrate on your book; eyes frequently moving to take in the concentrated look on the boy in front of you.

A sudden flash of lightning shone through the windows above, an echo of thunder following shortly after. Seonghwa looks up at you in surprise by the sudden weather change, the sound of heavy rain can be heard throughout the castle. You give him a small smile, "Winter is our rainy season here". He nods, seemingly coming to understand. He looks back down at his paper but continues the conversation, "Does it ever snow?". "Never," you speak, closing your book and setting it beside you, "There isn't much high elevation here, plus we're surrounded by water so the environment doesn't make for very cold temperatures". Seonghwa looks up at you once more, "Aurora must have beautiful summers then," he speaks of your kingdom. You smile proudly, "Summers are amazing, all because of all the beaches of course. It may get hot but the breeze from the sea makes it bearable and the water from the ocean is refreshing to swim in". He smiles back at you, "I can't wait to experience it then".

He starts writing once again, but you purse your lips, not wanting the conversation to end. You speak up once more, "I've never seen snow before". Seonghwa looks up in shock, "Never?". You shake your head, "I've only left Aurora once, for my sisters wedding. But it took place in spring". Seonghwa hums pausing as if contemplating if he should continue speaking or not. "I can't imagine only being in one place forever," he finally says.

This only intrigues you, "Do you like to travel?" He smiles, "I love it actually, well when I got to I did." You nod at him to continue, "I'm from a small town where my family owned a orchard. We would often travel to different towns and villages to sell our harvest. But I ended up studying at a university in Twilight and I got my job as Prince Wooyoung's advisor," he moves to gesture towards the paperwork in front of him. You smile gently at him, "I wish to travel one day too". "I'm sure Prince Wooyoung will take you one day, to see Twilight at the very least".

You find your smile falling, but look to the fire to try to hide it from the dark eyes looking at you. Seonghwa clears his throat at the silence, "Are we to expect you at brunch tomorrow". Sighing, you use it as a chance to take your leave, "Yes, I will be there. Speaking of the occasion, I should probably see myself to bed". You stand, careful of your robe placement, moving to grab your candle from before. You turn to look at Seonghwa, "Thank you for keeping my secret," You smile at him and he returns it, quickly standing to bow, "Of course, your highness. Your secret is safe with me".

It's but a week later where you found yourself in the same predicament. Although this time you found yourself more prepared. You made sure to throw on a sweater on top of your gown and robe to appear more modest; it was already unheard of for a princess to be alone with a man before marriage unsupervised, but to be alone and merely wearing your nightly attire? You imagine it wouldn't go well for you.

So although this Saturday night you weren't expecting anything, perhaps a bit hopeful, you dressed more modestly, even making sure to brush through your hair before you ventured across in secret. Just in case a certain advisor happened to appear again. When the door to the library opened, you stood once more but only slightly less nervous about who was to come. Seonghwa also seemed more prepared as when he entered he gave you a smile and a bow rather than shouting in surprise, "Correspondence," he explains gesturing to the papers in his hands.

You both fall into a comfortable silence, Seonghwa writing away while you continue reading your book. However, you found that once you finished the book in your lap you had no desire to leave quite yet. Pondering, you try your best of ways to spark up conversation with the man sitting at the desk. Not sure why you're feeling the desperate need to speak with him once again. "How is Prince Wooyoung's company?" You finally find yourself asking. Seonghwa looks up from his paperwork, "Your highness?" He asks, not understanding your question. You feel your cheeks growing red, "Sorry, I just mean," You pause looking to rephrase your question, "Is the Prince a kind man?" Seonghwa's eyes seem to light up with understanding, putting his pen down to answer you. "Of course he is, I can promise you that". He cracks a smile as he recalls a memory, choosing to tell you about all the great times he's had with the Prince since getting his job. You listen with an adoring smile on your face, it was clear he found a friend in Prince Wooyoung.

"But anyways," he catches his rambling, "If I could tell you one thing, I think if you were in a position where you were unable to choose who you were to marry, to be able to marry Prince Wooyoung is truly lucky. Wooyoung is hard not to love". He concludes, and although it was meant to reassure you, you suddenly feel blue. "I suppose," you speak, "But there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone".

Seonghwa's smile falls and your gut turns at your confession. Having just confessed to the Prince's advisor a reluctance to marry could've just been a detrimental mistake. What he will do with this information you're unsure but you know it could very well be bad for you. "I'm sorry," Seonghwa speaks in a quiet voice, his larges eyes looking somewhat sad as he takes you in. Unsure of what to do next, you give him a quick nod before announcing your leave.

"Princess," he calls just as you reach the door to the library, "Your secret's safe with me".

You're surprised when Wednesday after breakfast it was announced that Prince Wooyoung requested you to join him for a walk around the gardens. It was the first day in a while the sun was beaming in the sky rather than greyness and rain. Though feeling a bit nervous, you join the Prince at the entrance of the rose garden maze, several guards keeping an eye on you both just a few steps behind. "Thank you for joining me," He speaks with a charming smile, bowing once you make your way over to him. "It's my pleasure," You return the smile and proper greeting as you both step into the path.

"Despite being winter, the roses are still so vibrant" the Prince observes as you walk slowly along the stone path. Smiling you reply, "Our winters are rather warm compared to most places. Even still, once it becomes spring you will seen how truly beautiful the flowers will bloom". He turns to smile at you before gulping, "I apologize for not making more of an effort to spend time with you, Princess. I knew becoming King would make me a busy man but I had no idea it would start as soon as I stepped off the ship". He lets out a nervous chuckle and huffs out a laugh as well, "I understand, your highness. They have thrust a lot of responsibility on you right away. I can only hope you are still enjoying Aurora".

"Oh, I am. It's beautiful here and everyone has been so kind to me. But my advisor was right, Seonghwa mentioned to me I should make more time to spend with you. We are to be married and I want us to be comfortable". You try not to visibly stiffen at the mention of Seonghwa bringing the idea up. He clearly felt the need to tell the Prince after what you had confessed to him in the library. "We have plenty of time before the wedding, Prince Wooyoung. I have no worries about that, but either way I am glad we get to enjoy this sunny day together". You give him a smile, desperate to reassure him.

The next Saturday rolls around, and the next, and the next. Saturday nights reading and working turned into Saturday nights socializing and joking with the Prince's advisor. And before you know it, Saturday meetings with Seonghwa also become Friday and Sunday meetings as well. Spending the weekend with Seonghwa has become the highlight of your week and yet at the same time you find yourself getting worried.

Rather than being immersed in your books like before he came along, now you are often sharing long conversations with the boy across from you or merely staring at him as discreet as possible if he works. Over the past weeks, your conversations are no longer only pleasantry. You talk to Seonghwa, truly talk to him about real things that you think and feel, and he listens. He listens and he makes you feel heard and understood, as if you're not just a Princess but a person, a friend of his. You enjoy the nights most when he tells you of his travels with his family, speaking of all different villages and kingdoms for you to imagine. You're a fool if you didn't notice the lingering stares and bashful smiles you both exchange, but there wasn't much you could do. Instead, you have chosen to merely pick from the romance section when you do read, blushing when you imagine the leads as you and Seonghwa.

You know it's wrong to grow such feelings for him, especially when you have to be married in the autumn, but you can't help it. You've found a friend in Seonghwa, someone to confide in and trust. You enjoy his company more than you ever thought possible and every meeting you both have, even more romantic feelings bubble up despite yourself.

Spring has come to Aurora and although the rain has lessened, there are still storms that bring rain and thunder. Tonight was one of those storms, although your Kingdom has just celebrated the coming of Spring with a major festival all day, now the festivities were over the night sky is blanketed with grey clouds and lightning. You don't mind, in fact you probably prefer it as you listen to the sound of the storm from within the library as you read your book next to the fire. To say you're reading though may be misleading as you actually hold a book in your lap as you listen to Seonghwa excitedly tell you his experience at the Spring festival. As he has no work to be done tonight, rather than sitting as the desk as usual, he chose to sit next to you on the couch. Keeping a respectable distance of course, but closer than you had ever been nonetheless.

You stare at the boy as he tells you his stories, seeing him up close like his makes your heart pound and you decide he is the most beautiful person you've ever seen. Noticing he stops talking and is looking back at you, you become self conscious, "Sorry?" you ask. He lets out a nervous chuckle, "I just said I apologize for boring you with my stories". Your eyes widen, almost panicked, "No! Oh, gosh, of course you haven't bored me. Please forgive me for making you think that. I just,I-"

You start to stumble as you try to weigh the pros and cons of what could come out of your mouth, yet your judgement is clouded with Seonghwa beside you, "I was just a bit distracted because I've realized how beautiful you really are up close".

His eyes widen in shock before he looks down, and you stutter to think again, "Not that I didn't think you were beautiful before. I always did, now you're just close and-" You stop yourself with a sigh as you notice the redness making its way up his neck but yet can't seem to regret telling him, even if you did sound foolish. Finally he reaches your eyes once again, "You are very beautiful too, your highness". You let out a small laugh as you avert your eyes, can't help but feeling a bit of a sting at his comment as if he has to agree with you because you a Princess. A second passes before he moves beside you on the couch, but rather than get up and take his leave as you thought he would, he moves closer to you, close enough that his arm brushes flush against yours. You freeze as the warmth of him, "What are you reading?" You're unable to face him as you answer, briefly describing the romance book on your lap. "Perhaps you can read to me for a bit".

Slowly letting your eyes meet him, having to gaze up because of how close he is, he gives you a smile to reassure you. You clear your throat before moving to start reading near the beginning of the book where left off.

You read through a couple of pages before you feel Seonghwa start to move beside you. Your breath gets caught in your throat as he places one his hands gently on your chin, moving your head upwards to meet his gaze, eyes meeting his round ones. His hand is warm and soft as it lingers, moving from your chin to cup your jaw. "I apologize for what I'm about to do," he states whispering, "Please forgive me". You avert your gaze, head feeling slightly dizzy as you try your best to process what he is telling you. Before you get a chance to answer, he leans forward to gently press his lips against yours. The lips you were staring at so intently before were now pressed against your own. The softness of them makes your eyes flutter closed, hands dropping the book closed as they reach to hold Seonghwa instead, afraid he will slip away if you don't. You both become lost as you kiss, not recalling who are or what duties you have, merely enjoying the taste of each other, lulled by the sound of the storm outside.

The next night you become fearful that Seonghwa will not return to the library, especially because of what happened before. You sit nervously on the same couch, not even bothering to open your book as you look blankly at the empty desk across from you. You knew what had happened had been a mistake, yet you didn't regret it at all. But did he?

You could only guess he had as the night drew later and he had yet to make an appearance. Feeling defeated, you let out a sigh rising to put out the fire and return to your room. You knew it was risky from the start, even just being alone with him in the room doing nothing but reading and working would get you both in trouble. Now though, having crossed the line and made your romantic feelings known for each other was even worse. Perhaps this caught up with Seonghwa and he was too guilty or scared to meet you tonight. But as you move, you hear the door slowly open, you turn quickly, a smile rising on your lips as Seonghwa quietly moves through the door, "You came". As he moves closer to you, you can sense your excited sentiment in not returned. You look on confused as he gives you a quick bow, "I apologize, your highness. What happened last night was unacceptable. Please, I beg of you to excuse my behavior". Your eyebrows furrow as he refuses to meet your gaze. "Did you tell someone?" you whisper out, figuring it was the only explanation for his change of behavior. Seonghwa finally meets your eyes, looking panicked, "No! Of course I would never," knowing it wouldn't end well for either of you.

You take him in again, feeling confused as ever, "Do you regret it?" He gulps, eyes wandering over your face, "I wish I did".

At his reply you found yourself walking towards him, "Then why?" You don't phrase a real question but you know he understands when moves his gaze to the floor, "It's inappropriate, Princess. You are to be married, to Prince Wooyoung, he is my Prince, he is my dear friend". Irritation bubbles up in your chest, "The Prince is not my lover, Seonghwa. He is a kind man whom I am to marry at some point but I have no romantic feelings for him". "It is not fair for me to hide my true feelings for another because of a man I was chosen to marry before I could even talk! The Prince is not the one who I want to spend my time with, he is not the one I confide in, he is not the one I want to kiss."

Whereas Seonghwa was studying your face before, he now looks down painfully at your confession, "Please don't do this to me". You feel your lips wobble as you try your best to resist the tears in your eyes, "If you decide to leave now and never come to meet me again, that is fine. But please, don't do it because who I am or my obligations. However, if you do not share the same sentiments as me, and wish to leave, I will not object". You manage to get out despite your shaky voice.

The library is silent except for the crackling of the fire as you wait for Seonghwa's decision. You nearly cry of relief when he takes steps towards you, moving forward to grasp your face in his hands, thumb moving to swipe at a tear that had fallen. He doesn't speak, merely moving forward to connect your lips much like they were the prior night. He finally separates, but keeps your foreheads connected. "It can be a secret," you finally whisper out, causing him to let out a huffed laughed. He smiles at the ground before moving to kiss you once more, "Your secret is safe with me".

You've decided time moves much too fast for your liking when it's already the beginning of summer. Weekend nights with Seonghwa don't feel like nearly enough and you have both resorted to meeting on some week nights as well. Much like tonight, a Thursday night, but you both grew inpatient having not seen each other all week due to the whole castle being busy with preparations for the summer festival.

You lay on your back now, Seonghwa hovering over you as you're both on the floor next to the fire. The blankets you both lay on are not particularly thick but they provide enough comfort for you both to revel in your kisses. Nearly every one of your meetings somehow ended like this, passionate kisses and roaming hands next to the fireplace. Perhaps it was the growing amount of scenes in the romance novels you've been reading, but lately you have been feeling as though these kisses and groping were not enough.

That's why you break away from the kiss, taking a breath before speaking out to Seonghwa, "I want you". He pushes off of you even more, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Pardon?" You sigh, moving to sit up, forcing him to do the same as he rests on his heels. Your robe has fallen off your shoulders but you don't attempt to fix it. "I want you, Seonghwa". You tell him again more firmly.

He gulps, tongue peeking out to wet his lips before he runs his hand through his black hair. "If you're insinuating what I think you are, Princess, then you know we can't". You can't help but frown, "I told you not to call me that". You both decided months ago you were much more comfortable with him merely referring to you by your actual name. "And why not? We're already doing this, are we not? What is having sex going to do at this point?" You continue as Seonghwa groans, closing his eyes. In reality you know it's a bad idea, Princess' are expected to remain untouched until the night of the wedding. If anyone were to find out you weren't a virgin, you would suffer greatly. But now, in the heat of the moment with Seonghwa, you found any risk worth taking.

Seonghwa sighs out your name, "You know that's a extremely bad idea, no matter how bad we might want it. There are too many things that can go wrong". He reaches to run his hand up your arm, attempting to comfort you. "Have you had sex before". You blurt out, he seems alarmed, eyes widened as his hand freezes on you. "Well, I-" he clears his throat, "Yes, I have". You nod at him, "With multiple people?" your question makes his eyebrows furrow, not being able to tell if he was walking into a trap. "There's been a couple of people, I don't really know why-" But you cut him off before he can finish. "I'm expected to marry a man and only ever sleep with him for the rest of my life. I'm expected to do this with a man who has been chosen for me because of our status. I'm not ever expected to share myself with someone I love? Why is that fair for me?" You realize you sound desperate but you feel overwhelmed with your feelings for Seonghwa and the realization what you have now won't be forever.

"It's not fair," He agrees, moving to adjust your robe over your shoulder. You look at him sadly, "I want to make love with someone I love, Seonghwa. I don't want the only sex in my life to be used just to make an hier. I want to feel wanted as a lover, not just as a wife". You sigh as you recall the passion in all of your novels, afraid you may never get to experience it. How was that fair when the man you love was right in front of you, sitting there so prettily and being the one you truly wanted to experience everything with. "I just want this one thing, even if it's just once". Your voice is a whisper at this point. "I love you, and I want to experience this love with you. I know it's not right, but there is nothing I want more in my life than to experience this with you".

"I love you too," Seonghwa states, "More than anything". At his confession you fear he will reject you, but you are pleasantly surprised when he moves forward once more to kiss you.

He lays you on your back once again, but this time you can tell he has a motive. You spend hours and hours that night by the fire, feeling loved by Seonghwa in ways no one has done before, in ways you're sure no one will ever be able to do again.

You sit next to your sister, Rose the next morning at breakfast. Prince Wooyoung is across from you and a couple of performers also joining you for breakfast. The Prince invited them as they have traveled far for the summer festival tomorrow. Seonghwa stands near the window, speaking intently with your own advisor but you find yourself smiling at the company at your table. Prince Wooyoung is loud and his laugh is contagious as the entertainers tell a story of their travels. You and Rose share a smile and you can't help but giggle at the Prince.

Ever since his arrival in winter, you have yet to spend but a handful of times alone with him, but it's times like this where you see that Seonghwa was right. Prince Wooyoung is hard not to love. But as you cast a glance at Seonghwa behind him, you knew you would never be in love with him.

You should've known from that fateful night that once would never be enough. Telling Seonghwa that you had just needed him once had ended up being a lie. It's been weeks since then and yet still every secret meeting you had with him ended with you underneath him, or him underneath you; you weren't very picky.

Just like now, it was well past midnight on a Friday night and despite everyone in the castle thinking you were asleep, you were in the library, next to the fireplace as you rode Seonghwa who lay under you. The first night you shared with Seonghwa, he had been so careful and gentle, making you feel protected and loved. But since that night, he has taught you many things. What it's like to be on cloud 9, making you feel pleasure you never thought possible in unthinkable ways. He taught you how to give pleasure too, how to make one that you love fall apart so beautifully it makes you feel powerful.

That's how you feel tonight; powerful. You braced yourself with your hands on your lover's bare chest, watching the black haired boy intently as his mouth falls open at the new found pleasure. You have been working diligently, attempting to find the right hip movement as you rode his cock to make him feel that best he could. Especially when he had made you come twice beforehand merely using his tongue. A deep whine escapes his lips as you ground your hips down in a circular manner. You stare at his lips unable to resist them, particularly when such pretty noises are falling off of them. Not stopping your movements, you lean down to capture them with your own. You kiss him deeply and quite sloppily as you are both focused on the pleasure, tongues clashing leisurely. "You sound so pretty for me," you murmur against his mouth. Whereas you had at first been shy when it came to things like these, Seonghwa's sweet and dirty words that fell off his tongue had started to rub off on you. If he could compliment you so prettily while you fell apart for him, it only made sense for you to do the same when the tables were turned.

Seonghwa's hands move up your thighs, rounding to grasp your ass firmly, using it as a grip to help you move along him in a manner he pleased. You could tell he was close when he broke from your kiss, head tossing backwards and his eyes closed tightly, ultimately consumed with pleasure. You feel motivated to bring him to an end, as it was your favorite thing to see. You move your hips quicker, hands roaming up and down his damp chest and abdomen, but always keeping your eyes on his face. He comes with a moan of your name and his body tenses, hands moving to grip your hips tightly and eventually stop you from moving any further on his stimulated cock. "Fuck," he mumbles out and moves his hands up your back to bring you down to his chest. You move to press kisses along his neck as you lay flush against him, his chest moving heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. You playfully bite his neck, "Are you okay?". He chuckles, hand running down your hair, "I'm perfect, my love. How about you? Do you need my help again?" He's considerate as always but you feel fulfilled from earlier and just watching him, "No, I'm quite perfect as well". He hums arms coming around to tighten you in a hug.

You eventually move off of him and cuddle into his side, the blankets and fire providing warmth despite the lack of clothing you both had. You keep your eyes closed, but you often find yourself close to tears after intimate moments with Seonghwa. As if the reality of it all sets in and drags you down. As summer wore on you knew your time with Seonghwa would be coming to an end. You would have to fulfill your duty as Princess of Aurora and marry the Prince they deemed fit to be the next King. You would have to live a life in a loveless marriage and forever knowing your true love was just out of reach.

Sometimes in quiet moments like these, pressed up against Seonghwa and he hold you against him, you find yourself praying. Praying for time to stop, for it to be summer forever, where you could be with Seonghwa forever in this library without a care in the world. For your secret to stay a secret.

Your sister Rose as fallen ill the past couple of days and has, despite her protests, been made to rest. There were a few castle workers who experienced the same symptoms as well. It wasn't uncommon, especially during this time where the change from summer to fall would be coming soon and now the mornings and nights were much cooler than the warm days. The drastic change in weather throughout one day can cause anyone to catch a cold, just like Rose. After seeing Rose, the family physician made his way to check on your parents, and then you. While he was here, he would now try to prevent any sickness, prescribing warms soups and teas and avoiding early morning walks without a coat.

You sit in silence as he finishes up your examination. He was usually a pleasant and talkative man, using jokes to distract from any uncomfortableness, but he had fallen silent as you told him about your symptoms. Letting him know it didn't sound like the same cold Rose had, but you still felt quite ill some days. He examined you longer than usual and it made you uneasy with the feeling you were much more ill than the others in the castle.

He finally finishes with a sigh, moving to remove his gloves and wash his hands in the basin. You sit up, fixing your dress as you wait for any type of explanation. "Well, your highness, since the wedding is only about a month away, I feel no reason to let anyone else know".

The physician turns to you with a kind smile, drying his hands. "I'm sorry?" you ask, confused as to what he was talking about. He comes closer, talking in a quiet voice as to not let anyone else hear, "You're with child, your highness. Congratulations". At his words you're almost certain you misheard him, but you were too frightened to ask him to repeat it. Your mind runs crazy and your ears start to rings. The physician must've been able to tell your panic as he moves to steady you where you sit. "There is no need to worry, I certainly won't tell anyone. The wedding will be soon and from my examination you're not too far along so you won't be showing in the dress. After the ceremony I will check you again and it will be like finding out for the first time".

You know he's trying to reassure you, but he doesn't know your true situation. He doesn't know what you risked to be with the man you love and now it has come back to bite you. You start to cry at the realization of what you've done, the consequences were to be extreme and you weren't even sure what to do at this point. The kind physician moves to grab a clean handkerchief to dry your tears, "There, there. I know it's not ideal but with the Prince moving into the castle some time ago something like this is just natural".

You wait in the library the next night after not leaving your bed since finding out the news. It was easy to say you were feeling unwell from a cold just like Rose and the others, when in reality you were so overcome with stress you didn't know what to do. It felt obvious that your first step should be telling Seonghwa the mess you were in, but being honest even doing that made you anxious. You've dragged him into this and at this point everything seemed like your fault.

Seonghwa enters the room quietly and sees you sitting on the sofa facing the fire, he finds himself smiling. "Hello, love," he says to draw your attention. "I heard you caught a cold, are you feeling alright?"

He moves to join you on the couch and rubs over your hair as if to comfort you. But when he hears you sniffle he grows worried, gently moving your head to face him. His eyes widen as he takes in your state, eyes red and still leaking tears, nose running, and everything on your face feels swollen from the nonstop crying you've been doing. "What is it?", he states, swallowing in an attempt to hide his panic, "Are you feeling unwell?" Having him here next to you feels as though reality has actually set in and you find yourself letting out a sob before you can even tell what what's going on. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Seonghwa". Your words only worry him more and he takes you face in his hands, eyes roaming you as if he were to find the answer there. "Please, my love, you have to talk to me. What's wrong? What are you sorry for?"

You try your best to calm your breathing, hiccuping in an attempt to stop your tears but you finally are able to get your words out as Seonghwa waits patiently. "I saw the physician yesterday, it was supposed to be a normal checkup, for the colds going around". You get out, breath still occasionally getting caught in your throat. He gulps at the mention of this, automatically fearing the worst, you must be extremely unwell. "He told me," you continue, letting out another soft cry and averting your eyes, "He told me I was with child. I'm pregnant Seonghwa".

You can't see him, as you've closed your eyes, too afraid to see his reaction, but you can tell he's tensed from the way his hands froze on you. You're crying hard again to the point you feel nauseous and you're seconds away from moving to find a bin to empty your stomach into. But Seonghwa move to hold you, arms circling around you like they have so many times before. So many times have you felt protected by his warm embrace, but you doubt anything could protect you now. "It's going to be okay," He whispers out as he tucks you into him, but the comment only makes you angry. "No, it's not," you argue back but don't have the strength to move from his arms. "How can anything be okay, I'm to get married in a month and I'm pregnant. They're going to find out and they're going to kill us. All of us, me, you, the baby." You're rambling now but this is the first time you were able to voice your worried aloud. Seonghwa closes his eyes and rests his head against yours. He wants nothing more than to comfort you in your state but he doesn't know what to say. He knew from the start this situation was dangerous but he didn't ever think it would come to this point.

"It's all my fault, we should've never done this. You tried to warn me but I didn't listen to you. I was so selfish and now look what's happened". Your voice is weaker now, so exhausted from the endless crying and your head is pounding. Seonghwa's voice is shaky but you don't even notice in your state, "Don't say that. You know we both had a part in this, if anything, I was the selfish one. Thinking I would be able to love a Princess". You quickly turn your head up to look at him, noticing now tears brimmed in his own eyes as well. "Don't," you say, "You are more than worthy to love anyone you want. I'm just lucky that I was the one to receive your love". He gives you a small smile, hand moving your hair so he could properly see your face. "It'll always be you," he says your name, "Who will recieve my love". It's small, but the comment makes you feel a hint of happiness in what seems like a dark and hopeless situation.

You move to place a soft kiss on his lips before falling into his arms again. You both lay there for hours in silence, merely listening to the fire and trying not to think of the reality you're in just for a minute. "I'll figure something out," Seonghwa finally voices, "Just rest until you feel better and trust me".

It's a week later when Seonghwa asked to meet you in the library again. You've mostly rested all week, still acting as though the cold as weakened you and no one suspected a thing. You longue on the couch, hands fidgeting with your dress as you await your lover. Some time later the door finally opens and you smile as you face the opening. However, once you see who enters, it immediately drops and you rise quickly to your feet.

You gulp as he makes his way into the room taking a few steps forward. Finally you move to bow, "Your highness," you get out trying your best not to sound nervous. What he is doing here you're unsure of but your stomach twists with the thought that Seonghwa could also enter at any second. Had he found you two out? Had someone finally noticed you both meeting in the library?

Prince Wooyoung returns your greeting with a small smile. He walks past you to stand in front of the fire, moving his hands out to feel the warmth. You still haven't moved from where you stood, too stunned to comprehend what was happening. "You know," he finally speaks, but keeps his back towards you, "I'd like to think of myself as a kind and understanding man". "So when the physician finished my check up by congratulating me because my hier was already conceived, I merely thanked him and made him swore to not tell a soul".

Your breath hitches and you move to steady yourself against the desk. So Prince Wooyoung had found out, you're not sure you could blame the physician as he probably assumed you had already told the Prince. Your heart pounds as you watching Wooyoung who stares into the fire, moving to place his hands in his pockets. This was it, you thought, the Prince now knew the truth and your fate was in his hands, but perhaps there was still a chance you could save Seonghwa.

"I was so shocked when he told me, a little sad too I must confess," he lets out a small chuckle. "So when Seonghwa and I met afterwards I couldn't help but confide in him". Your eyes closed in defeat at the news. "I told him how sorry I was that you must have a lover. Not that I can blame you, we barely know each other and are expected to marry. Trust me, I know how rough it is. I felt bad for you, truly." He looks almost dazed as he continues to gaze into the flames with an unreadable expression. "I told him, Seonghwa, that there was no need to worry anyone though. I would keep a secret. I wouldn't mind raising the baby as if it was my own. I don't know if that would make everyone happy, but I figured that's what would keep everyone safe". You can't help the tears that come to your eyes as he continues his story, you have never felt guilt once in all the time you spent with Seonghwa. But as Wooyoung speaks to you know, you can't help but think how you both have hurt him. The Prince was never unkind, in fact you quite enjoyed his company when you did have it. But nevertheless, you knew Wooyoung would never truly be your lover.

"It was at this point that Seonghwa started crying. I was so shocked, never in all the years I've known him have I seen him cry. I was confused, I kept telling him it was okay, you didn't mean to hurt me. That's why I thought he was crying of course". Watching him with tearful eyes, you curse that you can't tell what he's really thinking. "But then he starts to apologize, and I'm even more confused! I have to get him to calm down before he could actually tell me what was wrong," he chuckles a bit. "I'm in love with her," he sighs, "That's what he says. I don't believe him at first of course. But when I stay silent he continues on and on. Explaining how much he loves you and how sorry he was so betraying me".

He finally moves to sit on the couch, running a hand over his face. "I was angry at first, naturally I think. I couldn't understand my Seonghwa falling for my bride to be. But I took a second and really thought. I know Seonghwa, he's my best friend." Your eyes roam over his face and you notice how tired he looks. "He would never do anything to intentionally hurt me, I know that. If you both fell in love then it was not spiteful. I suppose you both feel guilty about the whole thing. Not that we were ever lovers ourselves, we probably never would be, right?" His mouth quirks as he finally looks to meet your gaze. You stay silent and still, not knowing what to do. The Prince sighs once again, "Seonghwa would to anything for me, I know that. He offered to leave, to allow him to say goodbye to you and leave Aurora for good in order to sort this out". A tear makes its way down your cheek at the idea. Is that where he had gone? Had the Prince made him leave without a goodbye? "But one thing you might not know about me, is that I would also do anything for Seonghwa". You try your best to look into his eyes despite being blocked by tears. "So that's why I came here to tell you to leave".

There's a moment of silence as you try to comprehend what he says. "Excuse me?" you finally get out, your voice sounding hoarse. Wooyoung moves to stand, "Seonghwa is waiting for you, you will both go to the dock and take the passenger ship that leaves for inland in a couple of hours". Your eyebrows furrow and you feel dazed, "I can't, I can't leave my Kingdom. My sister, Rose what will she think?" You start to think of all you would leave behind. Wooyoung purses his lips, "Well I suppose you can stay, but I assume you know what that would entail." Marriage, you thought, marriage to the Prince and no Seonghwa. "But how can I leave? What will everyone think?" You couldn't quite comprehend the logistics of this so-called plan they thought out. "You've been sick, right?" He asks even though he knows the answer, you nod. "Well you've been sick enough so that the doctor suggested you move inland for sometime. Somewhere away from the sea, away from the humidity. We'll tell everyone the wedding is postponed, your health took a turn in the night and you had no choice but to board the ship". You look at him worried, could this really work? "Don't worry, the physician will be in on it too. Once you're settled you can write your family, Seonghwa will make sure of it. As for the future, we're unsure, but this is a plan to keep you both together for now".

You can't help but start to sob, hands coming up to cover your face. Wooyoung hesitates, but moves to embrace you. "I'm so sorry," you state, "You're doing so much for us despite what we did to you". He moves to hold you away from him, "Don't, don't apologize for falling in love. Just promise me you'll look after him, yeah?" He asks with a smile and you sniffle and nod, "Always. I'm so thankful for you, I wish there was a way I could repay you for your kindness". He chuckles moving away after give your shoulders a squeeze, "Well if you wanted to name your baby after me, I wouldn't complain". You let out a giggle as you wipe your tears. "Now go on and pack, not much though, you don't have much time before you need to leave and you both have to get there without being seen too much".

You nod, moving quickly to press a kiss to his cheek, "Seonghwa was right about you".

You look out over the ocean, the black abyss under the night sky. The stars acting as the only source of light as the ship moves quietly across the waves. Seonghwa comes up behind you, placing a blanket over your shoulders and a kiss to your cheek. "We should head to our quarters soon". You nod, turning to smile at him, "I just can't believe this is really happening". He smiles back at you, moving forward to give you a kiss and places a hand gently on your stomach, "I would do anything for you".

It was a whirlwind of a night, of a week, of a year that has led you to this moment but you don't think there could be a more perfect ending. What the future had in store for you all now you were unsure, but with Seonghwa by your side you were sure you would be able to risk everything and anything.

Ever wonder what happens to Wooyoung?

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winter-soldier-101 · 1 year

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You are not her !

Word count:1469

Warning- seeing dead body and talking about blood.

“Daemon please tell me that you did love me” (Y/N) begs him to tell her the truth.

“I did love and care about you but I haven’t loved and cared for you for some time” Daemon says to (Y/N) watching all the love and hope leave her face.

(Y/N) looks at Daemon and turns away and turns back to him.

“You’ve never lived or cared for me, you only wanted Rhaenyra, well you should have taken her when you had the chance” (Y/N) yelled at him.

“I only ever wanted Rhaenyra but I couldn’t have her so I took you instead” Daemon says leaving you alone in the room.

(Y/N) looks at the door then looks back at her things and starts packing the clothes she could and runs to her dragon and leaves Daemon alone.

Many years before

(Y/N) and Rhaenyra rode side by side in the sky before flying back to King's Landing.

(Y/N) rode one of the deadly dragons the cannibal and Rhaenyra rode Syrax as (Y/N) lands cannibal she waits for cannibal to leave to make sure everyone is safe and Rhaenyra gets off Syrax and walks over to you and Alicent walks out the carriage waiting for you both and you both walk into the carriage and make your way to the Red Keep.

(Y/N) and Rhaenyra go to their rooms and change and go to their mothers room with Alicent following behind them.

“(Y/N), Rhaenyra you both know I don’t like you both flying while I’m in this condition” Aemma tells both her daughters.

“Mother” (Y/N) says smiling at Aemma while moving over to her.

“You don’t like us flying while you're in any condition” Rhaenyra says smiling.

“Your Grace,” Alicent says.

“Good Morrow Alicent” Aemma says.

“Did you sleep?” (Y/N) asks Aemma.

“I slept” Aemma tells (Y/N).

“How long?” Rhaenyra asks.

“I don’t need mothering from you both” Aemma says smiling at you both.

“Well here you are surrounded by attendants all focused on the babe someone has to attend to you” (Y/N) says.

“You both will lay in this bed soon enough this discomfort is how we serve the realm” Aemma tells you and Rhaenyra.

“I would rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory” Rhaenyra tells Aemma.

“We have royal wombs you and I and your sister, the child bed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now both you go take a bath you stink of dragon” Aemma says.

(Y/N) goes to her room and bathes and Rhaenyra makes her way to the small council meeting.

(Y/N) bathes and gets dressed and moves around the keep and sees her sister and uncle talking in the throne room.

Rhaenyra leaves and finds Alicent and they make their way to the gods' wood and read.

(Y/N) makes her way to her room but hears her parents talking and decides to listen.

“Rhaenyra has already decided that she is having a sister” Aemma says, holding Viserys hand.

“Oh really and what has (Y/N) said?” Viserys asks.

“(Y/N) is just happy to have another sibling and Rhaenyra has picked a name for her” Aemma says smiling.

“Dare I ask?” Viserys asks Aemma.

“Visenya,she chose a dragon egg for the cradle that she said reminded her of Vhagar” Aemma tells Viserys.

“Gods be good this family already has its Visenya” Viserys says chuckling.

“Has there been any word from your brother?” Aemma asks.

“Not since I named him commander of the city watch I’m sure he will re-emerge for the tourney he could never stay away from the lists” Viserys says.

“The tourney to celebrate the first born son that we presently do not have,you do understand nothing will cause the babe to grow a cock if it does not already have one” Aemma says looking at Viserys.

“This child is a boy Aemma I’m certain of it I’ve never been more certain of anything the dream it was clearer than a memory our son was born wearing Aegon's iron crown when I heard the sound of thundering hooves splintering shields and ringing swords and I placed our son upon the Iron Throne as the bells of the grand sept tolled and all the dragons roared as one” Viserys says holding Aemmas hand.

“Born wearing a crown gods spare me birth is unpleasant enough as it is- This is the last time Viserys I’ve lost one babe in the cradle and two stillbirths and two pregnancies ended well before their term that’s five in twice as many years I know it is my duty to provide you an heir and I’m sorry if I have failed you in that I am but I’ve mourned all the dead children I can” Aemma tells him.

(Y/N) leaves the hall with tears falling down her face. She never knew her mother was in so much pain and suffering from so much loss.

The Tournament.

“Queen Aemma has begun her labors” Viserys announced to the whole kingdom.

“Where has my father gone?” (Y/N) asks Otto.

“He went to your mother, she needs him now” Otto tells you.

(Y/N) feels her body heat up she feels that she’s on fire and she might faint she reaches for Rhaenyra and let’s out a small cry she feels like something horrible is happening Otto comes back and talks to members of the council and they look at you and Rhaenyra and walk away to the Keep. (Y/N) runs out and the guards try to stop her but she runs past them and runs to see if her mother is alright and opens the door and sees her mothers body laying there with blood everywhere and she’s not moving (Y/N) runs over and begs her to wake up as she lets out a loud scream.

(Y/N) stood alone as she watched her mother and brothers body burn Cannibal flew over and roared out in pain as (Y/N) cried out.

(Y/N) stood at the door as her father yelled at Daemon and told him he’s named a new heir.

“Father?” (Y/N) calls out as she and Rhaenyra walk over to him.

“Balerion was the last living creature to have seen Old Valyria before the Doom, its greatness and its flaws. When you look at the dragons what do you see?” Viserys asks Rhaenyra as she would be his heir.

“What? You haven’t talked to me or (Y/N) since,mother’s funeral and now you send your king's guard down to bring us here why?” Rhaenyra asks.

“Answer me, it's important what do you see?” Viserys asks again.

“I suppose I see us,” Rhaenyra says.

“Tell me” Viserys says looking at her.

“Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men but they say that because of our dragons without them we’re just like everyone else’s” Rhaenyra says looking at Viserys.

“The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion; they're a power men should never have trifled with one that brought Valyria its doom. If we don’t mind our own histories it will do the same to us a Targaryen must understand this to be King or Queen I’m sorry Rhaenyra and (Y/N) I have wasted the years since you both were born waiting for a son” Viserys says looking at you both (Y/N) looks at her father happily because now he sees them.

“There is something else that I need to tell you both it might be difficult for you to understand but you both must hear it our histories they tell us that Aegon looked across the Blackwater from DragonStone saw a rich land ripe for the capture but ambition alone is not what drove him to conquest it was a dream and just as Daenys foresaw the end of Valyria, Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men it’s to begin with a terrible winter gusting out of the north Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds and whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living when this great winter comes Rhaenyra all of Westeros must stand against it and if the world of men is to survive a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne a king or queen strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and dark Aegon called his dream “The Song Of Ice And Fire” this secret it’s been passed from king to heir since Aegon's time now you must promise to carry it and protect it promise me this Rhaenyra promise me” Viserys tells Rhaenyra as (Y/N) watches on and smiles at her sister.

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sabo-has-my-heart · 10 months

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I hope you are doing well. Can I request a Sanji x female reader. Where reader was one of the daughters of the maid that worked for the Vinsmoke family and would bring her to help when she was a child. Her and Sanji became friends and promised that they would leave Germa one day together and start a life together. When Sanji comes back, she is now a chef and maid for the family. She is so happy to see Sanji again and falls in love with Sanji all over again. But Sanji pushes her away because he feels bad he never took her with him when he escaped and he didn’t want Big Mom or his family to hurt her (he is in love with her, not in the same way as he loves Nami or Robin, but a love that is real and selfless where he sees spending the rest of his life with her). In the end, he asks her to come with him. So they can start that life together like he promised.

Hey! I hope this is about what you wanted, I had a surprisingly hard time figuring it out.

Warnings: WCI spoilers, vague mentions of violence

Word Count: 1380

Smiling at the young blond prince, you couldn’t help the pounding in your chest. Of the four princes, he was your favorite. He was sweet, caring and giving whereas his brothers were cruel, mean, and egotistical. The boy had tried cooking something, offering you the food to try in secret. It wasn’t the high quality food that the servants sometimes got when the family refused to eat it, but it was delicious all the same, smiling at the boy and telling him how delicious it was. You weren’t lying either, it was delicious; perhaps not the best looking or most complicated, but delicious.

That had been so long ago, or at least, it felt like it. Now it was just a happy memory of a young boy who’d left you. The two of you had promised to leave together, that you’d start a new life together, but when the time came, he’d left without you, leaving you in the palace to serve the royal family. You’d despised him at first, hated him for leaving without you. Calling him just as selfish as his brothers, angrily wishing that he was suffering for not bringing you with. Of course, you’d just been angry, angry at being left behind, at the thought that he might have forgotten you, forgotten your promise. While most people thought Sanji had died, you were one of the people who knew the truth, making his leaving all the more hurtful as you’d done your best to visit him as often as possible. Now you didn’t know what to feel. You’d heard about the engagement between Sanji and Pudding, heard about the ‘alliance’ between Germa and Big Mom. Granted, you didn’t trust either party to make good on their promises, but you’d heard about the plan. Sanji was, supposedly, going to be coming back. His father would make sure of that one way or another and it worried you. Had Sanji changed since he’d been gone? What was he like now? Would they hurt him just to bring him back? So many questions swirled in your head.

Bringing a tray of food into the room, your eyes landed on the familiar blond, wondering if he’d recognize you. Setting the tray down, you gave him a small bow as was expected of you.

“Your lunch, your highness.” you said softly, turning to leave only to find a hand around your wrist.

“Y-Y/n? I…” the words got caught in his throat as he looked at you. Though your back was turned to him, he still recognized you, it had been 13 years but he still recognized you.

“Can I help you, your highness?” you asked, turning to him, head looking down at the ground. It made his heart clench, you’d always looked him in the eye. While you turned your eyes downwards while in the presence of his father or brothers, he’d always preferred looking you in the eye. Your beautiful eyes, the ones he’d complimented so much as a child. Slowly letting go of your wrist, Sanji tried once again to say something; anything. Tentatively glancing up at him, your eyes met his. They were still the same brilliant blue as they had been when he was a child. He gently placed a hand under your chin, raising your head to look at him properly.

“Friends should look each other in the eye.” he said, repeating the same thing he’d said as a child when he’d first asked you to look at him, albeit quite a bit softer this time. Smiling at him, you couldn’t help but nod, feeling your heart pound in your chest, he seemed like the same, kind Sanji you’d known as a child.

“Of course, your highness.” you said softly, trying not to get too excited. You were a maid, you couldn’t let anyone see you treating Sanji with such affection. You’re highness, he hated hearing those words out of your mouth. He was once more reminded of his predicament, of why he was here. Judge had brought him here to be married to Big Mom’s daughter, to be used as another one of Judge’s pawns. He wanted to pull you close like he’d done as a child, to seek comfort in your arms once again. But he couldn’t, the situation he was in, the possibility that he wouldn’t be able to escape this time, he couldn’t risk getting close to you again. Swallowing hard, Sanji turned away from you, looking at his food.

“Give the chef’s my thanks. The food looks good.” he said after a moment, making you smile.

“You’re quite welcome, your highness. I hope you still prefer seafood.” you said with a bow, making Sanji’s head snap back towards you.

“D-did you…” once more, his words caught in his throat as he watched you smile and nod.

“Yes, your highness, I made it myself.” you said, “If that’s all, I’ll take my leave.” you gave him another bow before exiting the room, leaving the boy speechless as he watched your retreating form.

He hated treating you like this, treating you like a servant, treating you like you didn’t mean anything to him, but he had to. If his brothers knew… if they knew, they wouldn’t hold back this time, not like when they were kids. You could tell though, you’d always been able to read him like a book, you saw the way he pushed you away, the way he told you off, the look, the sorrow, in his eyes. It pained him to treat you like this, but he was doing it because he thought that it would keep you safe, keep you from getting hurt. You also saw the regret in his eyes, the pained look as he remembered your old promise. It made your heart pound and ache at the same time. He didn’t deserve the cruel treatment given to him by his family, didn’t deserve to be married off just for political power. He deserved love like he always had, a soul as sweet as his deserved love. Real love. The kind of love you didn’t know that he craved from you.

Standing in front of Sanji, the boy caressed your cheek.

“I need you to be on the Sunny tomorrow by the time the wedding starts, okay? I don’t care what anybody else says, tell them that I told you to be elsewhere, no exceptions. You have to be on the Sunny. It’s the safest place for you while the rest of us take care of things.” Sanji pleaded, a desperate look in his eyes.

“I… I will, but… please be careful, Sanji. I don’t want you getting hurt. I don’t… I…” the words were stuck in your throat this time, but just as you could read him, he could read you, the blond gently pulling you closer, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

“I will, I promise. I’ll be alright, we’ll run away together this time. I won’t leave you behind again.” he said as he caressed your cheek, “We’ll start that new life I promised you. I promise, the others are really great… well, mosshead sucks, but I promise, you’ll love everyone else.” he swore, making you giggle.

“Alright, but I’m holding you to that promise this time, no leaving me behind.” you said, lightly tapping his forehead as if you were scolding him. Sanji gave you a small, guilty smile, he still felt bad about leaving you behind before, but he’d make sure not to make the same mistake this time. He’d take you away from Germa, from his family, from all of it. He’d take you away and start a new life with you like he promised. Sanji nodded before giving you one last kiss on your forehead.

“Never again. I’ll never leave you behind again. I swear it.” he said softly before turning around and heading back to his room. He couldn’t be gone too long, couldn’t be seen with you, not yet. Once he stopped the wedding, however, once he saved his shitty father and brothers, once he got truly free of them, then the could spend as much time as he desired with you, giving you the new life he’d promised you. He’d never leave you behind again.

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marichive · 8 days

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𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Jon Snow in A Game of Thrones , the first book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ This is what a king should look like. ❞

❝ Hungry again? ❞

❝ Is this one of the direwolves I’ve heard so much of? ❞

❝ Summerwine, nothing so sweet. How many cups have you had? ❞

❝ I believe I was younger than you the first time I got truly and sincerely drunk. ❞

❝ He’s not like the others. ❞

❝ He never makes a sound. ❞

❝ Don’t you usually eat at the table with your brothers? ❞

❝ She thought it might give insult to the royal family to seat a bastard among them. ❞

❝ My brother does not seem very festive tonight. ❞

❝ The queen is angry, too. ❞

❝ He took the king down into the crypts this afternoon. The queen didn’t want him to go. ❞

❝ You don’t miss much, do you? ❞

❝ We could use a man like you. ❞

❝ Take me with you when you go. ❞

❝ Father will give me leave to go if you ask him, I know he will. ❞

❝ Bastards grow up faster than other children. ❞

❝ Someone should have told him that war isn’t a game. ❞

❝ I forget nothing. ❞

❝ I want to serve. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you’re asking. ❞

❝ We have no families. None of us will ever father sons. Our wife is duty. Our mistress is honor. ❞

❝ A bastard can have honor too. ❞

❝ I am ready to swear your oath. ❞

❝ Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up. ❞

❝ I don’t care about that! ❞

❝ If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price. ❞

❝ I’m not your son! ❞

❝ Come back to me after you’ve fathered a few bastards of your own, and we’ll see how you feel. ❞

❝ I will never father a bastard. Never. ❞

❝ I must be excused. ❞

❝ Is that animal a wolf? ❞

❝ What are you doing up there? ❞

❝ Why aren’t you at the feast? ❞

❝ Shy, isn’t he? ❞

❝ You can touch him now. He won’t move until I tell him to. I’ve been training him. ❞

❝ If I wasn’t here, he’d tear out your throat. ❞

❝ Did I offend you? ❞

❝ You have more of the North in you than your brothers. ❞

❝ Let me give you some counsel. ❞

❝ Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. ❞

❝ Make it your strength, then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you. ❞

❝ What do you know about being a bastard? ❞

❝ All dwarves are bastards in their father’s eyes. ❞

❝ I don’t even know who my mother was. ❞

❝ What are you doing here? ❞

❝ You’ve said it. Now go away. ❞

❝ I told you to leave. We don’t want you here. ❞

❝ He’s my brother. ❞

❝ Shall I call the guards? ❞

❝ You can’t stop me from seeing him. ❞

❝ I’m sorry I didn’t come before. I was afraid. ❞

❝ I have to go now. ❞

❝ I wanted him to stay here with me. ❞

❝ I prayed for it. He was my special boy. ❞

❝ Sometimes prayers are answered. ❞

❝ It wasn’t your fault. ❞

❝ I need none of your absolution. ❞

❝ It should have been you. ❞

❝ Leaving is harder than I thought. ❞

❝ You Starks are hard to kill. ❞

❝ I have one more farewell to make. ❞

❝ I was afraid you were gone. ❞

❝ What did you do now? ❞

❝ I have something for you to take with you. ❞

❝ This is no toy. ❞

❝ Be careful you don’t cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with. ❞

❝ You’ll have to work at it every day. ❞

❝ How does it feel? ❞

❝ First lesson, stick them with the pointy end. ❞

❝ I wish you were coming with us. ❞

❝ Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows? ❞

❝ Put down the sword first. ❞

❝ I can only stomach so much ineptitude in any one day. ❞

❝ How often must I tell you no? ❞

❝ You broke my wrist. ❞

❝ I’ll break the other one for you if you ask nicely. ❞

❝ Look at me when I’m talking to you. ❞

❝ They hate me because I’m better than they are. ❞

❝ I’ve watched you fight. It’s not training with you; put a good edge on your sword, and they’d be dead meat. ❞

❝ You shame them. Does that make you proud? ❞

❝ You do want to know what’s on the other side, don’t you? ❞

❝ It’s nothing special. ❞

❝ No one cares where you sleep. Most of the old keeps are empty, you can pick any cell you want. ❞

❝ It’s better that I’m by myself. ❞

❝ Look, if you want, I can show you how to defend that. ❞

❝ There’s no honor in beating a fallen foe. ❞

❝ I’ve been bruised before. ❞

❝ If a bear attacked you in the woods, you’d be too stupid to run away. ❞

❝ Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it. ❞

❝ Do you like to hunt? ❞

❝ I never thought it would be like this. ❞

❝ Last night I woke up in the dark and the fire had gone out, and I was certain I was going to freeze to death by morning. ❞

❝ I never saw snow until last month. ❞

❝ I’ll die if I have to climb that. ❞

❝ I don’t like high places. ❞

❝ Sometimes I dream about it. ❞

❝ I’m afraid of what might be waiting for me. ❞

❝ The old Kings of Winter are down there, sitting on their thrones with stone wolves at their feet and iron swords across their laps. ❞

❝ Please do not imagine that it will truly be that easy, should you think to defy me. ❞

❝ I don’t know what you did, but I know you did it. ❞

❝ I’ve never had a friend before. ❞

❝ We’re not friends, we’re brothers. ❞

❝ Are you well? ❞

❝ You planning to drink that all yourself? ❞

❝ You did all you could. ❞

❝ I would not disturb your rest if it were not important. ❞

❝ And if I refuse? ❞

❝ I can stand here all night if I must. ❞

❝ The mystery of a midnight visitor is a welcome diversion. ❞

❝ Why kill one, to no end? Make use of him instead. ❞

❝ It makes no matter. All that is past now. ❞

❝ The penalty for desertion is death. ❞

❝ Might I go as well? To say my words at this heart tree? ❞

❝ Why would you forsake the gods of your father and your house? ❞

❝ The Seven have never answered my prayers. Perhaps the Old Gods will. ❞

❝ And what will my duties be? ❞

❝ Do you take me for a servant? ❞

❝ Don’t you see what they’re doing? ❞

❝ He wanted to shame me, and he has. ❞

❝ I never asked for this. ❞

❝ Dark’s falling, and there’s something in the smell of the night that I mislike. ❞

❝ Tell me how they died. ❞

❝ The Others are only a story, a tale to make children shiver. ❞

❝ The king is dead. ❞

❝ The things we love destroy us every time. ❞

❝ This could not have happened at a worse time. ❞

❝ I hope you are not thinking of doing anything stupid. ❞

❝ Whatever they do in King’s Landing is none of our concern. ❞

❝ Be strong. The gods are cruel. ❞

❝ I will not sleep tonight. ❞

❝ Gods, he’s dead, he’s dead, I saw him dead! ❞

❝ A dead man tried to kill me. How well could I be? ❞

❝ You do not look well. How is your hand? ❞

❝ The maester says I’ll have scars, but otherwise the hand should be as good as it was before. ❞

❝ It was my father’s sword, and his father’s before him. ❞

❝ I would not be sitting here if not for your. ❞

❝ Honor the steel with deeds, not words. ❞

❝ You’re the one who deserves the honor. ❞

❝ You told him, didn’t you? ❞

❝ Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. ❞

❝ What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? ❞

❝ We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞

❝ We all do our duty when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor. ❞

❝ You must make that choice yourself, and live with it all the rest of your days. ❞

❝ Please, you must not do this. ❞

❝ Get out of my way. ❞

❝ You can’t. I won’t let you. ❞

❝ I would sooner not hurt you. ❞

❝ I am doing the right thing, so why do I feel so bad? ❞

❝ I belong with my brother. ❞

❝ You don’t have to tell me the words, I know them as well as you do. ❞

❝ So here are your choices. Kill me, or come back with me. ❞

❝ I won’t run, if that’s what you mean. ❞

❝ The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. ❞

❝ Was your moonlight ride so tiring? ❞

❝ You know? ❞

❝ They killed my father. Did you expect me to do nothing? ❞

❝ I ordered a watch kept over you. ❞

❝ My place is here. Where is yours? ❞

❝ I have no place. ❞

❝ When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne? ❞

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artedimichelangelo · 1 year

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Hi! if your taking requests I’d like to request something! Could you please write a Jaime Lannister x fem!reader in which she’s his friend and has always had feelings for him, and she’s one of the few people who has never called him kingslayer because she couldn’t believe he was a bad person even if she didn’t know the whole story. And maybe after he loses his hand he comes back to king’s landing and he feels worthless (cause he can’t fight anymore and everyone even cersei is treating him badly) but reader stays by his side and reassures him. So he notices that she’s the only one who’s always been there for him and in a moment of vulnerability he tells her the whole mad king story. And she feels really bad for what happened to him also because she sees how it’s something that still haunts him so she hugs him and he has someone to comfort him for the first time. He’s been though so much and I just want him to have someone who’s there for him because they genuinely care 🥲.

I hope what I said made sense because english is not my first language. Anyway feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t inspire you! :)

For the first time - Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader.

Author's Note: Hii! Thanks for your request, I hope this fic is to your liking and if maybe you wanted something different, please feel free to tell me.

Also, I think I got carried away with this one, let me know what you think.

Plus, if there is something in the warnings or in general that I forgot to mention, you can tell me without problems.

Oh I also recommend the song For the first time by Mac DeMarco for this one.

Pairings: Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader, mentions of Cersei Lannister and Bronn.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language; possible grammatical errors; not very much proofread; a tiny bit of angst; mentions of blood; fluff.

Word Count: 3710.

As the sun set, the Red Keep was under surveillance of the royal guards, even more so than in the morning.

When the servants lit the lanterns, Y/n knew that her watch had begun and she would have to keep an eye on the corridors of the king's residence.

By now she knew her shifts by heart and had got used to them, as she had been serving the royal family as a knight for years.

Her father was an old acquaintance of the king, so it was not difficult to obtain this role in the fortress.

Y/n was the only woman among all the other knights; she had to protect others but also herself, as many of the men she worked with were uncouth and often disrespected her.

However, she unfortunately had gotten used to it and had her reflexes ready for any hypothetical attack.

Whilst wandering through the corridors faintly lit by the flames of the torches, she could only hear subtle whispers, precisely of two voices overlapping, one interrupting the other and not even giving each other time to breathe.

As she proceeded, Y/n had to take great care not to make noise with her armour, which barely scraped the walls against which she had flattened herself so as not to be seen.

By doing so, she was able to see who the voices corresponded to: one belonged to Cersei Lannister and the other to Jaime, her twin brother and a close friend of Y/n's.

"You're ridiculous, it's as if you're betraying me." Said the queen with venom, lowering her clipped voice even more after hearing a footstep around the corner of the hall. "Know that if I fall into the void, you come down with me."

With such words, or rather threats, she left the golden-haired knight on the spot, his gaze lost in the darkness..

Jaime was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not even notice the presence of his dear companion, at least not until he heard her voice muffled in his ears.

"Is something troubling you?" Y/n repeated for the umpteenth time.

She had only eavesdropped on a minimal part of the conversation between the two siblings, but from the expression on the man's face before her, Y/n could deduce that it was not particularly pleasant.

"To tell you the truth, yes.'" The young Lannister replied, his arms crossed against the thick metal of his golden breastplate. "Our days are so hectic that we haven't even had time to exchange a few words today, I have truly missed your suave voice."

"I see that flattery never lacks, what an honour." Y/n said snarkily, a hand on her chest as noble women do when they receive compliments from high-ranking lords. "Don't make me blush with your beaming smile, I don't think my heart can handle that."

Actually, Y/n really liked her friend's compliments, they made her feel important and her princely smile always gave her goosebumps. But she would never confess that to him, she had no intention of inflating the man's ego.

"Seriously though, I know when something's wrong, Jaime, I can see it in your sad eyes."

At that point his gaze lowered to the stone tiles on the floor. No matter how hard he tried, his friend was capable of reading a person as if they were a young lads' book.

"Nothing relevant, simple bickering between Lannisters, you know how it is by now." He laughed it off, but Y/n could swear she saw the man's eyes glaze over, as if he was exhausted and wanted to cry cascades.

Instinctively, she embraced him, and the clash of metal protecting them could be distinctly heard in the cool night.

The so-called Kingslayer was taken by surprise, but he did not budge; on the contrary, he reciprocated this action that was almost foreign to him, as it was full of affection.

He had not received such intense and warm hugs since he was a toddler.

"It is not fair of me to insist on this subject, however, know that you are not alone and that you are loved." She breathed into his ear, her voice like a sweet melody he wished he could hear every morning.

Y/n loved the man and would have given her own life to make him realise how remarkable he was.

Jaime's hand covered by his thick leather gloves moved to the woman's shoulders, as if to attract her attention. The golden knight almost wished he could caress her scarred face from the past, yet he considered it might be an inappropriate move.

"You know, from a distance you definitely look shorter." He received a hearty chuckle from the brave woman in front of him. "Glad to amuse you so much."

"Let's say you can be hilarious at times, if you don't wake up in a bad mood." She sneered, the muscles in her face almost hurt from how much they tightened, but she couldn't stop laughing.

And it was in that pleasant moment, that Jaime had the desire to capture Y/n in a painting, for in her simplicity and modesty, with her hair dishevelled and a few wisps surrounding her face, the blond lion saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. As he had thought the first time he saw her.

"Do I have something on my face?" Once again she roused him from his thoughts, Jaime's eyes constantly lit up with every interaction with the well-known cunning knight. "This is not the time to be distracted, Ser Jaime Lannister, the long night awaits us and we must remain alert for the coming of morrow!"

"You're the one who talks in circles and makes me lose focus, don't talk bollocks!" He replied, patting her on the shoulder, thus beginning a brief fight of playful shoving, their thin laughter heard only by the stars in the dark blue.

Gathered in the courtyard of the Red Keep were the royal knights, led by Jaime Lannister, ready to move on the new enemy, Robb Stark of Winterfell.

"If we follow the plans, we will be able to trample that brat and prevail over his soldiers." The golden knight's voice boomed against the walls, making it impossible to miss. "And if all goes as planned, we will be able to return to King's Landing with victory in our grasp."

As he concluded his speech, his gaze crossed Y/n's confused one on the other side of the yard.

"I didn't think there was a gathering, nor that we had to leave." Said the woman as soon as the young Lannister reached her.

"That is because I did not actually mention it to you."

"It doesn't matter, it happens to anyone to make a mistake, so around what time of day is the departure?"

Jaime looked at her as if in sorrow and in order to speak to her privately, he gently took Y/n's wrist and led her to a hidden corridor, away from prying eyes.

"I did not mention it because you are not coming with us." He grimaced, feeling guilty and expecting a strong disappointment from his friend.

"But I cannot stay here and do nothing while you fight, it is not fair for you to lose your blood out there while I am safe in here." The brave young knight felt the world falling on her, she could not just stand there while the others left, only to perhaps not return.

The woman’s glazed eyes met Jaime's again, her lip quivering to prevent her from shedding any tears, and that heartbroken expression made the blonde-haired knight's heart ache.

"I want to come with you."

"No, no, no, no, Y/n, I implore you." Instinctively, the young Lannister captured the lady’s face in his hands, holding her firmly by the cheeks. The warmth of her skin made his palms tingle almost in a pleasant way. "I have not made this decision to make you grieve and distress, not even to invalidate your abilities. I did it for you, Y/n, for you are as dear to me as the Moon is to the Stars."

Was it strange on the lion's part to find the doe's face extremely bewitching during her cry?

The usual strands of hair escaping from her ponytail were now as if glued to her cheeks, tears and sweat had held them against her rosy, freshly sun-kissed skin.

And Jaime had never felt his stomach in a knot, as if thousands of butterflies were flapping their wings inside it. Often blinded by the presence of his twin sister, he had never paid attention to how much Y/n truly cared for him and loved him, perhaps even more than Cersei.

"Listen to me carefully, hm?" The knight before him nodded, so that he could proceed. "I will return to you, I promise and I mean it. You know well that we Lannisters always keep our promises."

Without debating Y/n moved closer to the crook of Jaime's neck, so that she could feel his scent and the warmth of his body a little closer, as if her mind had to remember those minor details so that she would not be feeling lonely in the days when the blond knight was absent.

Oh, how she longed to confess all her love and adoration to him, and how she wanted to hurt those who called him terrible names without even knowing the truth about his past.

"Know that I will wait patiently for your return, and I swear by the seven kingdoms that if you do not make it back, I will come directly to get you from the depths of hell where you will end up."

They both smiled sadly, as if to relieve the tension of the moment.

"Make a safe return, Ser Jaime Lannister, and know that, even from afar, I protect you." Y/n recomposed herself and the two shook hands for the last time, him putting more pressure as if he did not want to leave her there, but duty awaited the man.

That was the last time Y/n saw Jaime Lannister in King's Landing, still intact and with every piece of his shining armour on his shoulders, his golden hair only barely concealed by his helmet, and his friendly voice overpowering that of all the other men as he made the way to their destination.

On a particularly heated day in the blazing sun, Y/n had obtained a free morning off of duty, so she took the opportunity to read some old letters sent by her father.

Sometimes she missed her hometown, the smell of freshly baked bread wafting up to her chamber window and the voice of her father commanding everyone around him with his booming voice.

Immersed in the words of ink on the thin parchment, the knight had not noticed a presence under the archway at the entrance to her chamber.

She was so quiet and beautiful, as if he had seen her for the first time.

"Y/n." Faintly from the man's cracked lips came the name of the woman, who turned around, stunned, as if she had seen a ghost.

As she rose from her bed, she dropped all the letters on the ground, but it mattered little as seeing Jaime Lannister again after so long made her fling herself at him.

"Are you real? Who did this to you? I convinced myself you were never coming back, I thought... I thought you were dead." She asked frantically, but received no reply. "Does Cersei know of your return?" She questioned again, helping him reach the masters so they could tend to his wounds.

"No, you’re the first person I wanted to see." He managed to say, and if it hadn’t been for Y/n, his face would have collided with the red rock tiles of the castle, as his legs were giving out and he was about to fall.

After the proper care, Y/n offered to help Jaime take a hot and relieving bath.

It would not have been an uncomfortable situation, since they had known each other all their lives and she was there especially to protect him in that vulnerable state.

"You should not be here to assist me, I have never deserved any kind of attention from you." He murmured in a grimace, as his friend poured warm water on his head. "This water is boiling, do you perhaps wish to see me bald?"

"Nonsense."

And Jaime did not understand if that reply referred to what he said first, or to his complaints.

"I promised you I would come back and here I am in the flash, or at least most of it."

"Also thanks to Brienne, because your tongue could have stopped you from returning to King’s Landing." Y/n responded seriously, her calloused hands massaging oils through his now dirty blond hair.

He bent his head back to glance into the woman's sweet eyes.You should have seen the look on her face. The look I've seen for 17 years on face after face." He bent his head back to glance into the woman's sweet eyes. "You are the only exception and this makes me feel less of a human shit… but everyone else? No, they all despise me. Kingslayer. Oath breaker. Man without honour. Ever heard of wildfire?"

"Of course."

"The mad king was obsessed with it. He loved to watch people burn--the way their skin blackened, blistered, melted off their bones. He burned lords he didn't like; he burned Hands that disobeyed him; he burned anyone that was against him." The weak lion shook his head as his past resurfaced before his eyes, he remembered it all as if it had occurred the day before. "Before long, half the country was against him. Aerys saw traitors everywhere, so he had his pyromancer place caches of wildfire all over the city: beneath the Sept of Baelor, the slums of flea bottom, under houses, stables, taverns, even beneath the Red Keep itself. Finally, the day of reckoning came."

Y/n was somewhat shaken, but this did not prevent her naive curiosity from knowing more about the story.

"What happened afterwards?" She asked timidly, moving in front of the man, as if to show she was all ears.

"Robert Baratheon marched upon the capitol after his victory at the Trident. But my father arrived first with the whole Lannister army at his back, promising to defend the city against the rebels. I knew my father better than that. He's never been one to pick the losing side. I told the mad king as much. I urged him to surrender peacefully. But the king didn't listen to me, didn't listen to Varys, who tried to warn him. But he did listen to Grand Maester Pycelle, that grey sunken cunt."

The woman shuddered at the name of the Grandmaster. She never liked him, and he was merely a court rodent who should have been eliminated a long time before.

"He told him that he could trust the Lannisters, since they have always been loyal friends of the crown. So, we opened the gates and my father sacked the city. Fucking imbecile." He laughed bitterly. "Once again I came to the king begging him to surrender. He told me to bring him my father's head. Then he turned to his pyromancer and told him to burn them all. "Burn them in their homes, burn them in their beds." He ordered him… tell me, if your king commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women and children were burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then?"

Jaime looked straight into her eyes, but he did not really need an answer, for he already knew it. Y/n would never have let that happen and would have made the same decision as the young Lannister.

"So what did I decide to do? First, I killed the pyromancer, and then when the king turned to flee I drove my sword into his back. "Burn them all," he kept saying. "Burn them all." I don't think he expected to die. He meant to burn with the rest of us and rise again reborn as a dragon and turn his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn't happen."

"And that's where Ned Stark found you." It was not difficult for the clever woman to put the pieces of the puzzle together, thus revealing why the lord of Winterfell loathed and despised Jaime so much.

"Exactly. That's where Ned Stark found me."

"If this is true, why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell Lord Stark?"

"Stark. You think the honourable Ned Stark wanted to hear my side? He judged me guilty the moment he set eyes on me. By what right does the wolf judge the lion? By what right?" The man suddenly stood up, ravaged by fury and anger.

By then, the bubbles in the tub had vanished and the water had turned cold, like a winter's night.

In order not to disrespect her superior, the woman turned away, subsequently handing him a bathrobe to cover himself.

"I believe you and I guarantee that I have always been on your side, and always will be, for better or for worse. I know there is little I can do, for the damage has now been done, but I have no intention of ever leaving you alone." She promised Jaime, slowly ushering him towards his chamber.

Y/n's hands gently held the figure at her side, as if she had become accustomed to its fragility.

She was used to holding her sword firmly and tightly to unsheathe it against her enemies; but with the man she loved, her hands were tender and cautious, as if he were the feather of a dove.

Settled in his bed and wrapped in the soft sheets, Jaime could finally rest, or at least recover before getting back into the swing of things.

"Get some proper sleep, you and I will have a lot to do together over the next few days." Y/n gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and bid him a good night.

"See you in the morrow." Whispered the knight, more to himself, touching the spot on his forehead that was graced by the most exquisite lips he had ever seen.

"You are very clever Bronn, but not clever enough!" Y/n exclaimed in amusement, and between laughs continued to smack her friend's backside as spite.

Joining the two on the shore of the beach was Jaime, and every time he saw her, he could swear it was like seeing her for the first time, in which he was completely dumbfounded by her persona.

"Look who's here, finally the princess has joined us."

"Funny Bronn, really, I didn't think you could be so funny." Replied the blond sarcastically, already having his sword drawn in his left hand.

"I'll leave you two alone, be sure to knock her ass out, avenge me my friend."

And so it was that the two companions were left alone, the waves of the sea the only audible sound other than the clashing metal of their swords.

Jaime Lannister was visibly tired, although training had only just begun, but he wasn’t used to sparring with his left hand after losing his dominant one.

"I believe in you and I know you can do it, just a little more effort and we’re done." Y/n encouraged her friend, not to annoy him or rush him, on the contrary, she wanted to help him believe again in his strengths and abilities.

With one blow forward and too many steps back, the lion tripped and fell on the sand, too exhausted and out of breath to get up.

"I am not as strong as before, Y/n, I am no good to this world."

He gave up all too soon and she couldn’t accept it, not when aware of his immense potential.

"Listen to me carefully, your attitude won’t help. I know how you really are and I will help you recover, even if I have to wait a lifetime to see you getting your ass off the ground. Have I made myself clear enough?"

Initially Jaime was stunned and taken aback by her words, but his astonishment turned into a smug, satisfied grin.

He was completely enamoured with the wonderful woman before him.

"I love you," Those two words slipped from his lips very clearly. "But not like I love my family or my dear twin sister. No. I truly love you, Y/n, and I was a fool for not admitting it sooner. Or I have my vulnerable state to thank for prompting me to confess my feelings for you."

"Apparently I should push you more often into situations like this, if they allow you to talk and allow me to find out what is always running through your mind." Y/n smiled sweetly and slowly kneeled before him, to reach his eye level, as he was still sitting on the grainy sand. "But I love you too, silly man."

Y/n gently caressed Jaime’s chin and then his cheek, the newly grown beard tickling her hand, but that did not bother her at all.

The blond, with some of the courage he had left in his body, took the sweet woman’s hand into his and left a short trail of kisses across her palm.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to taste your lips that night under the stars."

"What’s keeping you from doing it now before the sunset?"

"Always so clever, are we?"

And so their lips finally met. It was as if they were destined to touch sooner or later.

It was an intense and extremely passionate kiss, they had lusted after each other for so long that they couldn’t even get enough of it.

At that very moment, Jaime Lannister said to himself that, perhaps, despite all the misfortunes, he deserved a happy ending.

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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Seriously though, why make Lucien Elain's Mate at all if she's going to reject it?

One argument I've seen is that he needed a reason to go to the NC so he would be in position to hear of Elain's vision and go after Vassa.

Again, that warning look from Tamlin. But Lucien ignored him.

His body was taut, near-trembling. “What happened between you?” “It’s not worth repeating.”. / “No,” he said hoarsely. “No. When Calanmai came along, he refused. He flat-out refused to participate. I replaced him in the Rite, but …” “You took Ianthe into that cave on Calanmai?” He wouldn’t meet my gaze. “She insisted. Tamlin was … Things were bad, Feyre. I went in his stead, and I did my duty to the court. I went of my own free will. And we completed the Rite.” He might have completed the Great Rite with Ianthe of his own free will, but he certainly hadn’t enjoyed it. Some line had been blurred—badly.

Tamlin and Lucien, it seemed, had spoken before the meal, but the latter made a point to keep a healthy distance from me. To not look at or speak to me, as if still needing to convince Tamlin of our innocence.

Tamlin merely fixed Lucien with a look, any trace of that guilt gone. His claws slid free, embedding in the scar-flecked wood of his chair’s arm.

“They are our allies,” he growled at me, at Lucien, both of us seated in armchairs flanking the mantel. He threw a glare in Lucien’s direction. “I expected better from you.”

Tamlin stopped short. And snarled at Lucien, “Get out. I’ll deal with you later.”

Tamlin didn’t take his eyes off me as he said to Lucien, “Get. Out.” There was enough violence in the words that neither Lucien nor I objected this time as he slipped from the room and shut the double doors behind him.

I heard Lucien first. “Back off.” A low female laugh. “I was obligated to perform the Rite,” Lucien snapped. “That night wasn’t the product of desire, believe me.”

“Do not touch me,” he growled.

Where Lucien stood, back against a tree—twin bands of blue stone shackled around his wrists. She slid a hand over the broad panes of his chest, his stomach. And Lucien’s eyes shot to me as I stepped between the trees, fear and humiliation reddening his golden skin. Lucien’s shirt was askew, the top button on his pants already undone.

I was running out of borrowed time. I could winnow, but then I’d abandon Lucien to them if he somehow couldn’t manage to himself with the faebane in his system from the food at the camp— Leave him. I should and could leave him. But to a fate perhaps worse than death—

“You’re going back. To the Night Court.”I shouldered my heavy pack and finally looked at him. “Yes.” His tan face had paled. But he surveyed Ianthe, the two dead royals. “I’m going with you.” “No,” was all I said, heading for the trees. “You won’t make it without magic,” he warned me.

Look at the above and tell me that's not plenty to support Lucien leaving Spring? I left out anything to do with Elain yet we still have abuse from Tamlin, SA from Ianthe, the desire to go with Feyre who he feels won't make it through the Courts without her magic.

He had PLENTY of reasons to leave and join her in the NC. Which would have placed him in proximity of Elain to hear her vision and at that point, volunteer to go after Vassa.

So again, why would SJM make Elain and Lucien Mates if she's going to reject the bond? It serves no purpose to the story and only hurts two main characters (because having a bond with someone and losing a bond with someone evoke major feelings, not to mention the loss for the Male can be extreme).

Lucien who lost nearly all support from his family.

Lucien who's best friend abused him.

Lucien who was a victim of Ianthe’s.

Lucien who was forced to watch a female he truly loved, murdered.

Lucien who was chased out of his home.

Lucien who was disabled by Amarantha.

Lucien who was beaten because of Amarantha.

Azriel’s 11 years of suffering at the hands of his father and brothers was awful but I honestly I don't think any character has suffered as much loss and is still experiencing loss to the extent Lucien has / is. What exactly makes Azriel deserving of Lucien's Mate at the expense of Lucien's happiness?

Why would SJM take away Lucien's one chance at a a sacred bond, forcing him to forever feel the echos of that loss? She could have made anyone else, anyone at all, Elain's Mate if she wanted her to reject it.

I love Elain but she is not better or more deserving of happiness than Lucien, being the one to essentially break his heart when he has shown nothing but respect towards the gift they were granted.

his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days.

“I’m a mated male now.”

Lucien breathed, “Where is he keeping her?”. I shook my head. “I don’t know. Rhysand has a hundred places where they could be, but I doubt he’d use any of them to hide Elain, knowing that I’m aware of them.” “Tell me anyway. List all of them.” “You’ll die the moment you set foot in his territory.” “I survived well enough when I found you.” “You couldn’t see that he had me in thrall. You let him take me back.” “I need to find her.”

“I’m getting my mate back.”

She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.

Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.

I'm not saying either Lucien or Elain have been ready to truly get to know one another but I find it nearly impossible to believe they won't be someday soon and when they do, I find it impossible to believe that Lucien will be left heartbroken or forced to live a life without his Mate.

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snifflesthemouse · 1 year

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Did I just get a Scoop in MY neck of the Woods?

DID A REAL SCOOP FALL INTO MY LAP TODAY?

Hello You Lovely Readers!

First of all, I need to say that this author cannot express all the gratitude felt for all of you. This mouse is close to 1000 followers!! I know that is a very big deal to this writing rodent, so thank you all! BUT I HAVE A SCOOP…

Now before I render the scoop, let me reiterate this is the first time I’ve ever heard of this instance. I would like to say that maybe Journalist Jey told Ashli from the DanjaZone (God, we all miss her, don’t we?) but I cannot recall for certain… I was shocked to hear these things today. Especially where I was and with whom. To find someone from the United Kingdom in my neck of the woods is rare… to find one with intel is a blessing.

I don’t know the credentials for this cat, but the stuff being said makes total sense. This man was a transplant from England, in my neck of the woods in the States! And his sentiment regarding the Duo was so honest, that he started telling stories I never heard as an American reading via the media.

IT IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING I AM RECALLING IS REHASHED OUT AT HOME, LATER. THIS CAT DIDN'T GIVE ME AN INTERVIEW LOL. I AM PARAPHRASING.

The first story I heard was something that proves Buckingham Palace was in fact protecting Harry and Meghan. This story never made it anywhere I can think of, and they must have a ton of these stories covered up somewhere. This is the story he told:

“In the UK, there is a factory that makes guns specifically for when heirs are born. There’s a 20 gauge and a 12 gauge, and they only make one of each for each child. The guns are given to the Crown Estate, as they are essentially public property. William had his when he was born, and Harry had his. Meghan allegedly forced Harry into putting the guns made for him at birth up for auction. Prince William was forced into buying the guns back at auction so that these very rare, and very publicly owned items, could be returned back to the family. As they had no business being sold, anyway.”

Then, he told us (my husband and I) about how the monarchy isn’t just some people who won the genetic lotto. He explained that monarchy is more about national identity and tradition, and that the entire nation hates them both. He then told us about this part next regarding Harry’s military services:

“When Harry wanted to join the military, they wanted him to go into something like the Coastguard or even like William did. No, Harry didn’t want that. He wanted to serve in the “real” military. Even though, as an heir to the Throne, Harry knew that he would be costing the taxpayers millions more than necessary. He was never alone in those helicopters. There was a team that went out before him, a team that went out with him, and then a team that came back after him to ensure there was no way he could be left vulnerable. He never once had a risk of life or limb or anything at all whiles over there. It was all a sham. The most decorated member of the Royal Family is a fraud and he hides behind his wife. He didn’t even have military uniform on for the funeral, and that is because he was stripped of it all. He and his wife denounced their duties. He didn’t earn any of anything he did have.”

Now you all have no idea how excited we were, as my husband knows and appreciates how much this rat loves the Royals!!

I travel often. I spend a lot of time on the road (compared to the average person), and I spend a lot of time meeting people from Michigan to South Carolina. Yet, I’ve yet to meet someone from the UK (and he and his wife were from Oxford City). My husband has served next to the men and women of the United Kingdom while in Iraq (He was deployed to Iraq twice and Afghanistan once). He already knows how cool the people of the UK are, but for me this was my first in-person encounter. Like I know I sound silly. But it was so neat.

I want to know what you all think. Does this make sense about the guns? I believe the second story, but I know nothing much about the guns (even though I want to say Ashli may’ve mentioned it).

The last thing he said though was that he was certain Harry’s kids aren’t getting titles for several reasons (not what you would think and I am paraphrasing here, this isn’t exact. I am remembering as well as I can):

“Harry is illegitimate. His real dad is Hewitt and everyone in the country knows it. Everyone passes him off as Charles’s because of his mum. His mum had an affair and Harry is illegitimate. His kids shouldn’t have titles because they refused them for the kids by choice. They chose to abandon their roles and duties and country. Those kids aren’t entitled to anything because Harry isn’t. This is why Charles doesn’t care that he left as much as you’d think. Optics is everything in the Royal Family. Charles loves monarchy more than anything else. He’s waited for that seat for too long, and he won’t let Harry knock him out of it. Bet.”

We also discussed the differences between our food and cultures, and I really enjoyed the conversation. My husband and I laughed when he said his wife almost left him like ten times in the first two months of being here.

He said, “She went to make meatballs and spaghetti. She didn’t know all the food here has been pre-seasoned and flavored. She’s adding all her regular spices and flavors, and she takes a bite and starts to cry. She said that was the straw the broke the camel’s back. It’s weird in America. You all think you can throw “ja-loppa-nose (his pronunciation of jalapenos)” on everything and call it spicy. I love this country, but I do miss the food and the culture of my home country.”

It’s amazing the things you find out and learn. He alluded to the fact that Buckingham Palace essentially protected them every step of the way, and they still do protect them.

So… what do you think about the guns or the deployment story or everything else? I’ve heard that Hewitt wasn’t around until after Harry was born, but who would really know for certain? Anything can be denied and covered over with a good story and a photo. It’s the game of optics, remember?

Remember, the plan was for Harry to leave after 10 years for the transition of the slimmed down Monarchy? It seems there is something going on we’re missing.

We’re missing something, right in front of our faces, too.

Bet… I bet the Telegraph will get a surrogacy dossier or something along those lines soon enough. Probably right after the coronation. Maybe even a day or two before, that way the sensationalism is there for action and Charles will finally have that forced hand he needs.

Until the next bit of cheese drops in the floor,

Your Mouse Sniffles.

#yankeewally #murky meg #according2taz #celtviews #uk royal family #megxit

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shipperofunderratedships · 2 months

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You shared your headcannons about johnny and kenshi, and while thats great, i wish you also did some for tanya and mileena, since theyre actually cannon (i hope this doesnt come off as rude but they are less popular somehow)

Hi there!! This is a very good request so i dont mind. Also dont worry, it doesnt come across as rude at all.

I dont have headcannons specifically but more like an imagining for how their relationship went. Also- this may not fit with the cannon since these are my thoughts :D

I imagine Tanya as the oldest sister among 5 or 6. I imagine her going into training as soon as she can walk- and being angry about it, which only makes her seem stronger. Why dont her sisters have to train? Why is she here? To protect the future empress? She never even met her. Shes living her life in training for a stranger- a possibility, of a kingdom to thrive. It isnt fair.

She still doesnt understand as the years go by, even if she only gets stronger- more resilient. But for what, she cant even know yet. All she heard were stories about Sindels daughters- mostly praise about Kitana. But what about Mileena, the actual future empress? Her hatred grows into curiosity.

Then she sees her for the first time- and she understands completely.

Its in her rough but quick fighting style- in the angry way she buries her enemies beneath her just how Tanya herself was taught to. She clearly cares- and thats all Tanya has ever wanted really- for someone to care about it. Even if she didnt care about her soecifically, this Mileena seemed to care about her role greatly- so Tanya didnt train for nothing.

Li Mei notices the way Tanya lets her guard down for the first time, the curve of her lips when Mileena stands into her victory pose, facing her future bodyguard. It seems like a demonstration from Mileena, to prove herself to her.

Li Mei scolds her to never let her guard down. As their duty wasnt just to protect themselves, but the royal family above all. Protect. Serve. Thats it.

Even if gentle, she puts Tanya back in her place, and even if Tanya knows she has good intentions, she hates her for it.

Jerrod dies, Li Mei takes the fall. Despite it all, Tanya still believes in her. She shuts down any attempt to denigrate her name. She trains twice as hard to fill out a role she never wanted to fill.

She hates her for her failure, but loves her for her honest heart. She hates her for not fighting Sindels accusations, but cant bring herself to throw her out.

She hates her.

She misses her.

The one saving grace in all of this seems to be Mileenas glances and soft words. She never expected the princess to be so…gentle with her. Even if its just words, Tanya knows she means it.

It makes her happy.

It makes her accept her purpose.

Sindel is even more stern then she heard. She tells Tanya to always defend Mileena with her life. To make sure she pushes her to do her absolute best- to make sure she doesnt grow weak enough to be replaced.

But how can Tanya help her, when she herself feels weak every time the Edenian smiles in her direction? She is the last person able to ask her to focus.

What was wrong with her?

They train. They train daily, Mileena always summoning her. Tanya cant help but feel a sense of pride that Mileena asks for her specifically.

One day, she defeats Tanya with an incredible ease, her two sai as sharp as a snakes teeth, her eyes like its venom. And she cant help but sigh at what she sees. She is so beautiful it actually pains her, because while she is only devoted to her princess, she knows its only obligatory on her side.

Mileena asks what she is sighing at, and before she can think, she tells her how beautiful and strong she is.

“Words wont help you get my graces Umgadi.”

But Tanya assures her her heart only sings about her. She even grabs Mileenas hand, and something in the way she assures Mileena of her deserving her empress title makes the Edenian quiet.

She leaves it at that.

She went too far. She went way too far.

Sindel will surely banish her once she hears of this. Mileena hasnt asked her to spar in the last few days. She ruined it.

Why did she ruin it.

Before it was just quick glances, at most a hug. Nothing like this. She was sick.

This went against everything she trained for, everything she believed in.

She decides to take another risky move, to go to the princess herself to apologise for her unusual behaviour. She knocks- no answer. She opens the door, seeing Mileena crumpled in a sheet, splayed across the floor, her eyes bright like fire and mouth strangely contorted. She looked like a monster.

But then why was her first thought to hug her? To hold her with no fear? Who cared what she had?

She needed her.

She needed HER. She said it herself through tears.

Sindel was deeply disappointed. Kitana was scared- but still held on.

But Tanya? She grabbed onto her like no other before. She would not let anyone harm her again.

“Im a monster- please leave me be. I dont want to ruin you. I dont want to infect you.”

Tanya only cradles her even closer to her body. Even if it took a while, Mileena understood she meant her words of devotion towards her.

Maybe she didnt want to be her guard at first. But the way she cries into her shoulder, or smiles at her hugs, or allows herself to sleep next to her… she wants this. She wants Mileena.

And Mileena wants her.

#mk 1 #mileena x tanya #tanleena #mk tanya #mileena #mk 1 spoilers

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A King's Choice Pt.3

➳ King!Seokmin x fem!reader x RoyalAdvisor!Joshua

➳ tags: angst, fluff, royalty!au, love triangle, childhood friends to lovers

➳ pt 3 wc: 5.1K

It had now been a week since you had been back in the palace, you simply put the first night in the back of your mind and threw yourself into working. It was an awkward exchange with Seokmin, nothing either of you were prepared for. You hadn’t seen him since then, you only heard from him through his advisor, Joshua. You could feel your head starting to hurt just thinking about Joshua, he was so arrogant, you could never imagine why the royal family was so loyal to him. The past week you had gotten in a few spats with him, he liked telling you how to do your job, and you didn’t like being told what to do by him.

It was a particularly early morning, as you and Mingyu prepared things for the day when Joshua had found himself in the kitchen. Mingyu dropped everything and bowed to him, you pushed him back up by the shoulder. “He isn’t royalty, he’s simply their pet” You turned to Joshua, “what could be wanting right now at the crack of dawn?”

“Well as his pet I am fulfilling an order by the king.” You felt your face get hot at the direct mention of Seokmin.

“Oh” you replied. Joshua smirked, you hated his smug face.

“You and the apprentice here are being summoned to prepare and serve afternoon tea today.”

“We aren’t maids”

Joshua’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer to you. Mingyu hunched his shoulders, feeling the air become thick with tension. You could smell Joshua’s musk, a particularly expensive perfume, as he leaned down to become eye level with you. He was intimidating and you could feel yourself shrinking under his gaze. “You will be whatever the king asks you to be, you will be whatever I ask you to be” He took a moment to look you up and down, like a lion sizing up his prey “is that understood, Miss y/n?”

You felt your sense of strength break completely, you knew he was right, and he could see he had won today’s battle.

“2 pm” that was the last thing he said before taking his leave, he didn’t even look back as he closed the kitchen doors. Mingyu let out a breath, had he been holding it? “I think he scares me more than the king and I haven’t even seen the king since we came,” he said, his eyes then widening, “oh my gosh i’m going to see the king.” You just huffed as you got back to your work, and Mingyu followed suit without another word.

You went about the rest of your morning as your father and more staff came in for work. You and Mingyu did as you were told and prepared the food and platters for tea. Soon enough the time came and you had to start making your way to serve it, you took a few deep breaths to prepare, you knew you would be serving the same people who had taunted you in your childhood.

You stood in front of the doors to the drawing room now, behind would be multiple members of the court, and Seokmin. You knew you had to go inside but you could not bring yourself to ring the bell, the kitchen was your safe place, your old cabin was your safe place. This room held too much of your past that you would rather forget.

Mingyu could see your discomfort and reached behind you to ring the bell himself. As the door opened you took in a deep breath, of course though it was Joshua who had opened it. Where in this place would you not see him? You forced yourself to push the tea cart in though, Mingyu following behind you with a large platter in hand. Sitting at a small table in the middle of the room was Seokmin, and one of the men of the court who was accompanied by his wife. You recognized them both, the man was Jeonghan, he had been appointed one of Seokmin’s advisors, and his wife was just a girl whose family had connections and was around the palace often in her life. It seems her father struck a deal with Jeonghan’s.

You rolled the tea cart to them, and Joshua took his place at the empty seat next to Seokmin. You and Mingyu set down the teapot and all of its fixings. The small sandwiches and scones. You always wondered what they conversed about at this time. Politics? Music? Art? Was their conversation as nuanced as you imagined or was it simply gossip about the other people in their circles. Either way you always wanted to know. As you set down the last of the plates Jeonghan stared. “Y/n?” he said. Dammit you thought, you were hoping you would be ignored. “I thought that was you, y’know I nearly didn't recognize you,” good grief please don’t say anything more, “you’re a pretty thing now aren’t you” He would not take his eyes off you as he began to sip his tea. His attention caused everyone’s attention. His wife shot daggers at you with her eyes, Joshua shot daggers at Jeonghan with his, and Seokmin looked at you apologetically. Mingyu just kept his head down as he placed empty trays on the cart, he was probably afraid you would explode and get them fired on the spot. You knew though that it was safe to just opt for silence, you could not let your temper get the best of you here, unless you wanted trouble.

“Sir Jeonghan,” Joshua said, glancing between you and him, “you just got back from your honeymoon did you not?” Jeonghan shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his wife replied, “we did, it was lovely, he took me to his estate in the countryside.” Her face stayed blank though, probably still fuming over her husband’s comment. Joshua shot his signature smirk over to Jeonghan though as he raised his cup, “a small toast to the newlyweds then.” They all raised their cups and drank, Seokmin remained docile, not at all the demeanor one would assume from a king.

He only spoke to finally dismiss you and Mingyu, and as you two left you could only remember why you had become angry with Seokmin, he was a coward in front of his court. He only showed loyalty towards you in private that had always been the case, even now when he could say and do whatever he wanted, he still chose the easy way. Joshua being unafraid to say something in front of the king said all that you needed to know.

…

It was later in the early evening now, your day was done. Your father never allowed you to work past afternoon tea, he wanted you to have your free time. He would always say someone your age should be out mingling, you never did though. You spent your early evenings out in nature, the air was refreshing and the sounds of the birds and the creek relaxed you. So now that is what you did, you wandered back to the woods of your childhood home for a stroll. As you walked you passed the cabin, it was still intact, even though it was being used for extra barn storage. How many supplies did they need for those horses? You were still upset that you had been pushed out of that home but maybe it was best left as a memory, maybe living there would have been too painful.

You chuckled to yourself thinking again about what Joshua had said about you and Mingyu sharing living quarters. Inappropriate. Mingyu has entertained some maidens, but he’d begun to focus all his attention on the flower girl, and you’d never seen him that way. You wouldn’t even know what to do if a man approached you, you’d held hands with Seokmin as a child, and gave Joshua a peck in your early adolescence. That was the extent of your love affairs, you had never had anyone propose a courtship. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to get married, your father never pushed the idea on you, he didn't need money or status, and you had only ever met one person you thought you could love, and he was entirely unattainable.

As you meandered about on the walking trail in the woods, your head in the clouds you heard a clopping behind you. You turned to see none other than Seokmin on his horse taking a leisurely stroll himself. You prayed he wouldn’t try to speak to you, you had no interest after tea this afternoon. Unfortunately though as his horse approached he came to a halt by your side, there was no way to escape, it wasn’t like you could outrun a horse.

“What’s a lady doing all on her own in the woods?” he joked, you were in no mood for jokes.

“What’s a king doing all on his own without his posse?” Seokmin came down from his horse so that he was standing beside you. This is the closest he had stood next to you in years, that night in the kitchen it was dark and you were both standing some distance away, now he was right by your side. He was so tall now, the top of your head would probably only just reach his chin, he was broader too, you could only imagine how strong his shoulders would feel. You snapped yourself back into reality, you couldn't allow his looks to distract you.

“I apologize for Jeonghan this afternoon, I will have a word with him about the way we treat people in my palace.” You scoffed,

“Why bother? Joshua seemed to take care of him just fine for you.”

“Joshua has is own way of doing things”

“Joshua seems very unafraid of his king”

“His King” Seokmin said, choking on his words “does not want his people to fear him, I refuse to be my father.”

“I was under the impression your father was fair”

“He was but he also had a darkness to him, a side of himself that I don’t want to continue to live on through me” Seokmin held his gaze to the ground as he continued to walk with his horse on the path, you simply followed.

“He was tough then?” you asked, you knew the late king was strict but Seokmin never told you much beyond that.

“Uhm, yes you could say that.” he was smiling at you but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, he always tried to hide his sadness, he didn’t like his emotions to be a burden on others. You dropped your facade of anger completely, Seokmin was a strong person, but when it came to taking care of people he was filled with emotion. You still held grudges but right now it seemed he needed his old friend. You were willing to give him that. “I haven’t heard much about your mother since he passed,” You said, “How has she been?”

Still looking at his feet Seokmin replied, “She has certainly been better, and I can’t say I made it easy on her, when I decided to leave, it put a strain on our relationship, I mean I left a whole kingdom for her to deal with alone,” his words were starting to falter as his eyes welled with tears, “I am lucky I had Joshua then, he stayed by her side during those months and helped make decisions, I still feel like a coward though.” and that was it, the tears fell. His mask of happiness and ease that he always wore had fallen off. He turned away from you as if you couldn’t already see that he was crying. You lightly touched his shoulder and he turned back around, his ears red with embarrassment. “I apologize, this is very uncouth of me.”

You didn’t say anything though, you simply hugged him. He seemed to melt into your touch, his head leaned over to find a comfortable place on your shoulder. You stroked his hair as you allowed him to sob into you. You two stayed that way for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, this was something just for the two of you. Finally he quieted down and his breathing returned to normal. He pulled away from you and sniffled, “Thank you” he said.

“You know I didn’t want to talk to you when I arrived” you admitted “I am still holding onto grudges from the past.”

“I know” he replied “among all of the mistakes I've made so far, hurting you was one of my biggest, and I regret it everyday.” You just nodded as you kept walking the path with him, “I can’t say I was entirely fair to you back then either” you admitted “I think I was angry because I felt that in my time of need I didn’t have my best friend by my side.”

And your first love

But you couldn’t say that.

So you just walked and continued to talk to the King and remember the fun you two had when you were younger. You talked about when you were children. You teased him for embarrassing things he’d done, and he laughed along. You watched him as he did, he was undeniably beautiful. His skin glowed under the golden light of the sunset, the warm undertones of his dark hair shone through. What made him shine most of all though was his smile, it never failed to make you feel warm. He always lit up a room with that smile.

Neither of you realized how long you had been out until it was noticeably darker outside and the air had a slight chill. “Dammit” you muttered as you saw the sun was beginning to set, “I’m going to miss supper, my father is going to be worried” Seokmin gave his horse a pat, “I could take you back, it’s about time I get this old boy back to his stable anyways.” You nervously looked up at the horse, you’d never ridden one before and the creatures always made you nervous. You’d heard of people falling off and losing memories, or worse, getting stepped on. Seokmin could sense your hesitation, “It's okay” he said with a large grin, he then gently held your hand in his, your breath hitched at the gesture. He slowly lifted your hand towards the horse, “May I?” he asked, you were nervous but you wanted to trust him so you nodded your head yes. He put your hand on the horse’s neck and together you pet the large beast.

“Hmm” you said

“What is it?”

“Horses are much softer than I thought they would be.” Seokmin simply chuckled, the sound of his laugh, there was that smile again, making your heart feel so warm. “He’s very gentle I promise, may we escort you back now?” You nodded yes again, Seokmin mounted himself on his horse and then held out his hand to yours. As you grabbed his hand he instructed you on where to put your foot, once you seemed secure he began to pull you up. He managed to pull you all the way up, but before you could begin to mount yourself, your hand slipped out of his and you stumbled back a bit. With his free hand Seokmin grabbed you by the waist and then hugged you to him. Your face was inches from his now, you could feel his breath on your cheek. Your heart pounded, you told yourself it was just the shock of almost falling. Seokmin simply stared at you until suddenly his eyes grew wide and a pink tinge colored his cheeks. He helped you mount the rest of the way until you were comfortably sitting behind him.

“You uhm” he finally said “you have to…p-put your arms around me…so you don't fall off.” You did as he said and you felt him become tense as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

As you two rode Seokmin seemed to relax a bit and eventually it was a leisurely ride back to the palace. For the first time in a few years you felt calm, you would have never expected that you would feel that way around Seokmin again. You decided to put that to the back of your mind and allowed yourself to simply be. After some time you two finally made it back before dark, you suspected supper was just about to start so hopefully you would find your father before he began to worry.

“Thank you for the ride” You said to Seokmin after he put the horse back in the stables. “Of course, you are the last person I would allow to wander about the woods in the dark” You cocked a brow at him, “Oh really? Because I recall you daring me to spend five minutes alone in the woods at night when we were children.” Seokmin dramatically placed his hand over his heart as he sighed, “And I worried about you the whole time.”

The two of you chuckled and reminisced more about how you had played together as children. In the corner of your eye though you noticed two stable hands pass by as they whispered together, and that was when you remembered what Joshua had told you about Seokmin inviting multiple women to his bed. You realized then that if you were seen with him like this, people would gossip. Feeling self conscious you took a step back, “I should go to my father now and have supper.” you mumbled, as you began to walk away he followed after you. “May I escort you in?” He suggested. “No” you said as you kept walking, you know he tried to follow you but you did not turn around, you left him without another word and eventually he just stayed behind. You felt foolish for thinking things could be as they were before, that you could ever have a calm moment alone with him. Of course you couldn’t, if you tried people would call you all sorts of things, and not only would that reflect on you but your father.

You stayed deep in your thoughts as you walked through the corridors that you didn’t even notice anyone was walking towards you until you had bumped into something. You looked up to see Joshua in front of you, you had run right into his chest. How is it even possible for his body to be that hard? You just shook your head, not having any energy to argue with him today you gave a silent apology and tried to continue along until you heard him call your name.

“Y/N”

His voice sent a chill down your spine. You slowly turned around, “What?” You were in no mood to be polite. “Well you look glum for a girl who was just getting private riding lessons from the King,” he snarkily replied. “Who on earth told you that?” you had not even gotten off that horse ten minutes ago and already there was a rumor. “Oh please y/n, I know everything.” you just rolled your eyes, “Well i'm afraid to tell you that you have it all wrong, Seokmin happened across me while I was on a stroll and he simply helped me get back before it became dark, I think everyone here needs to mind their business.” You turned around to continue walking but you could hear Joshua’s footsteps behind you,

“Joshua please just leave me alone.”

“Y/n I promise I'm just concerned, I’m really not trying to aggravate you this time.”

“Ahh so you admit you aggravate me on purpose.”

Joshua smirked, “Only a little.”

“Idiot.”

“Snarky as always,” he chuckled.

“Well no need to worry” you said “I promise I don’t wish to ruin the King’s reputation by being seen with him.” Joshua shook his head, “The King’s reputation? No he is fine, honestly he would be wholly unaffected by any implications that he’s taken you as a kept woman.” He cringed at the idea “No I am worried about you I would not want to see your reputation sullied by such rumors.”

“Why do you suddenly worry so much about me?” You asked “You made sure I did not share a roof with Mingyu, you got Jeonghan to let me be at tea, and now this.” Joshua averted his gaze, “It is my job to keep all the staff in line.” You giggled “Well if keeping me in line is what you’re trying to do it is not working, in fact you encourage my bickering with you.”

“Well then let’s call it looking out for a friend“

“Your definition of a friend seems skewed.” you replied as you shook your head.

“Have we not been friends all our lives y/n?” Joshua asked, and you couldn't help but begin to laugh, “Joshua, please, you were perhaps my biggest bully then, you always teased Seokmin for playing with me and made fun of my clothes.” Joshua smiled to himself, as if it was a fond memory for him. “What on earth are you smiling about?” He was honestly beginning to look like a fool with how wide he was grinning.

“I think back then,” Joshua said “I was simply jealous of how close Seokmin was to a girl.” You clasped a hand over your mouth to keep from loudly cackling, you would never have guessed Joshua had a passing fancy with you. “It’s alright though” he continued “because eventually I got to kiss you.”

You snorted, “Seokmin never even noticed, I felt so silly.”

“Did you want him to?”

“Of course I did.” You then noticed Joshua’s face fell a bit solemn, “Well” you continued “I'm not sure it was really a secret that I had an infatuation with him as a child, so of course I was hoping kissing you then would make him a bit envious.” He just nodded, you couldn’t distinguish his thoughts, and the silence was becoming uncomfortable. “I should hurry to my father now, he must be worried I'm late.” and before either of you could utter another word you hurried away, the air around Joshua had become off. You were unsure of what had happened just then but you hoped it would not happen again.

As you and your father had supper that night in the server’s dining quarters you were silent, the entire day had been strange and eventful and you wanted to explain none of it to him, you didn’t want him to worry about you anymore. Your father had spent the better part of five years worrying about you. “So how was your day? I did not get to see much of you.” Your father asked as he placed some potatoes on your plate. You plastered on a fake smile as you told him your day was fine. “It was rather uneventful honestly.” Father seemed unconvinced though,

“Really? Because one of my cooks overheard you being seen riding on a horse with the King.”

“Where is Mingyu?” You asked to distract him. “Don't worry, I think it’s nice, I recall you being close with Seokmin as a child.” You didn’t look at him though as you cut your pork into bite size pieces, “He just found me while I was on a walk and helped me get back before dark.” You stabbed your meat with your fork and shoved it into your mouth, praying the topic would be changed soon. “Well” father sighed “it is good to know he’s stayed kind through his struggles.”

“So where is Mingyu?” you asked again. “Oh he went into town, I needed him to do some shopping, we were low on flour, sugar, you know the essentials.” He scrunched his eyebrows as he spoke, “though I do wonder why he’s not back yet.” You held back an amused smile, knowing full well Mingyu had stopped to see the girl at the florists. “I am sure Mingyu is on his way back now, you know how social he is, probably got caught up in a conversation along the way.”

“I suppose so” your father mumbled, as he chewed he looked deep in thought, and once he finished he asked, “What do you think of Mingyu?” You looked back suspiciously as you set down the glass of water you were about to sip, “Aggravating” you replied “but like a brother, he’s a good friend to me.”

“Ah I see, I was wondering since you two spend so much time together…” You knew what your father was getting at now, though he was trying to be subtle about it. “I do not wish to marry him, father, or any man for that matter.” You stated matter of factly. Father seemed a bit exacerbated, “I just worry about you-” but you cut him off. “And I will be just fine in the future, you’ve already stated that your assets will be mine. I have no reason for a husband.”

“But what about companionship?” Your father asked sadly. You had no idea what else to say so you decided to just escape. “You know what I am full, thank you for supper.” You cleaned your place at the table and left off to your private quarters. You hated seeing your father so upset like that but he would just never understand.

The rest of your evening was spent shedding tears in your room. You were sad because your father was sad, you were sad because you knew the reason you refused to seek out marriage was entirely ridiculous. It wasn’t something you could help though, you had unintentionally built a wall around your heart. Companionship with anyone felt impossible…if they weren’t Seokmin. You shoved your face in your pillow and groaned at your own childish mind set. How could you still have feelings for him after all this time, you kept telling yourself it was a silly childhood infatuation. He would never choose you regardless of whether he was the prince or king or what have you and not just because he was royalty but because he was now an experienced man. He must have met tons of women on his year long travels, no doubt most of them were rich, suitable candidates for marriage. Those women were fit to become his wife, not you.

After hours of tossing and turning you finally managed to get some sleep. It wasn’t enough though and you woke up not feeling the slightest bit rested. You forced yourself out of bed and groggily walked over to your makeshift vanity, which was just a small table and a mirror. You looked absolutely horrendous from the lack of sleep, at least your messy hair could be brushed but there would be no helping the dark circles that had appeared overnight. You put on your uniform for the day and combed through the tangles in your hair before putting it into a braid. You decided washing your face today might be a good idea to try and look somewhat freshened up. The water pump was down in the basement though and the thought of walking there in the moment was daunting. If you wanted water though you supposed it was necessary. You walked out into the hall with your bowl, as you walked down the stairs you passed Mingyu whom you haven’t seen all night. He stopped to say hello but his face dropped when he noticed how tired you looked. “Sleep okay?” He asked hesitantly. “Just some nightmares, I snuck some dessert too late at night.” You tried to sound nonchalant, you didn’t need anyone being concerned. He simply nodded, “I suppose I’ll see you for work then.” You nodded in response and kept walking with your bowl to fetch your water.

…

You felt a bit better after washing your face, the dark circles of course didn’t leave but at least you felt like you had rinsed some of the sleep off. You went off to work and had a very typical morning of preparing breakfasts and scolding Mingyu for sneaking bacon off some plates. Getting into your normal routine was comforting and working kept your mind from wandering too far. You made a point to seem lively and joke around with everyone in front of your father so he would forget about your behavior the night before. He seemed content enough and didn’t mention any of the conversation you’d had. Once the breakfast preparation was over and all plates had been handed off to maids and butlers the staff dispersed to have a short break before needing to prepare for afternoon tea.

You moved yourself to a small garden located outside of a servant’s door for your break. Being outdoors on a sunny day was always refreshing, and this garden had some berries growing that you wanted to check on, if the strawberries were ripe you wanted to use them in a tart for tea time. As you checked on some of the produce you noticed Mingyu approaching you from the corner of your eye. “Can I help you or have you come to disturb my peace?”

“Bright and cheery as per usual.” You could feel his sarcasm hit you,

“I just wanted some fresh air.” Mingyu assumed a comfortable position on a bench in the garden which looked a bit funny as he was so tall and the bench was so low to the ground. With his knees so high one might think he was squatting. “Hey” he continued “do you think we will have to serve tea again? Because honestly that was an awkward exchange, and I’m not really sure how I feel about that Lord Jeonghan.” Mingyu cringed thinking about the events from yesterday.

“I don’t think so” you said “something tells me the king won’t have it happen again” “more like Joshua” Mingyu chuckled “he truly commanded that situation.” “Seokmin is just…he’s not all there right now…” you sighed.

Mingyu gave you a bit of a side glance, “y/n please he stayed completely silent while Lord Jerkhead made you and his wife uncomfortable” he tsked “not at all a way to treat ladies.” You giggled as you plucked a reddish looking strawberry to inspect it, “oh am I a lady now.”

“Well to the general public at least, I know you’re an absolute troll though don’t worry.” You spun around and chucked the strawberry at his head. “Hey that’s fresh food!” he exclaimed. “Don’t cross me and I won’t waste these berries any further.” You smiled a bit as you went to share the bench with him. “Thanks for being my friend Mingyu.” You said quietly. “Thanks for being mine.” He said. You both sat silently, content with each other’s company. A moment later Mingyu checked his pocket watch and stood from the bench, “Unfortunately break is over.” He said as he stretched himself out. You sighed as you stood up as well, “I don’t even get to make my strawberry tart” you tsked, “I threw the only good one at you.”

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 3 months

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Beyond the Kingdom

Being a Princess in a peaceful kingdom has led to a quiet life.

Until you are kidnapped by a man from a magical kingdom that you had no idea existed.

Read on AO3 here

Once upon a time, in an expansive land filled with green, rolling hills and endless blue, cloudless skies, there was a kingdom that had known peace for endless centuries. The kingdom had flourished over the years, thriving on trade with adjacent realms to the North and never embroiled in any conflict. The people were content, happy to wake up every morning in its lands and happy to serve under their rulers.

The King was known for his infinite wisdom, ready to spring a solution onto any problem that may arise. He had friendly eyes on an aged face, his long, dark hair slowly fading away and losing its vibrant color. He ruled with a gentleness that was quick to change into anger, as his kingdom always came first.

The Queen, renowned for her beauty, was also known for her heart of gold. She had come from a long line of wealthy merchants who had long served the Royal Family, and she quickly caught the heart of the King. She was a ruler of the people, often going into town to visit citizens and inquire about their wellbeing and needs. The Queen and King shared an immense, deep love for each other that extended to their only child.

You were their only child.

As Princess, you had heard the way your people spoke of you. According to them, you were the perfect combination of your parents: wise like your Father, and beautiful like your Mother. You knew that, as Princess, you were going to inherit an unbearable amount of responsibility, having to quickly take over when your Father decided it was time for you to inherit the crown. Since you had turned five, your entire life had been spent preparing you to take over the throne, a concept that had been difficult to grasp as a child and a concept that was still difficult to accept. With your twentieth birthday approaching, you knew you were closer to ruling the throne and becoming the sole ruler of your kingdom.

But, as Princess, you had also heard whispers of other things.

While growing up, you had only ever heard about the kingdoms to the North, an alliance of smaller countries that had sworn fealty to your parents. You had visited the North various times to continue the diplomacy, getting to know the other rulers and your potential suitors. The castle, however, was to the South of your Kingdom, which meant that you had to travel through town to leave the border and enter the Northern kingdoms.

However, the South was never discussed.

A thick, heavy forest surrounded the castle due South, seemingly always covered in darkness. There was no fence, no border, nothing to separate the castle from the forest, minus the soldiers who constantly patrolled it. In your free time, you loved to explore the land around your castle, reading in quiet areas and painting the landscape around you, yet you were not permitted to approach the forest. Anytime you were stopped by a soldier, you always asked why you weren’t allowed to enter. Instead of garnering a response, the soldier would pale, shaking their head and simply replying it was your Father’s orders.

After constantly being told the same thing, you had marched to your Father and demanded an answer. He had just finished a Council meeting, sitting at the head of the table shuffling some papers together. Upon hearing your question he had paused in his movements, eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. You had stiffened, taking note of the way his eyes had hardened as they took you in.

“Royal Highness, have a seat.”

Whenever your proper title was used, you knew you were in trouble. Sinking into a seat close to you, you waited for your Father to speak. Sighing, he put down the papers and interlaced his fingers, placing them on the table.

“Tell me, why do we enforce rules, dear?”

“Rules are enforced in order to maintain control, to ensure that our people are safe and avoid danger,” you responded, remembering all the lessons you had received about law making.

“Correct. Without rules, people would always be out and about, making reckless choices and putting themselves at risk.”

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“The same applies for you. We ask the soldiers to protect the forest border to keep you safe. There should be no questions asked.”

“But, Father, what lies beyond that forest? Why must we avoid it?”

“That is enough!”

His hand slammed down on the table, eyes wild with anger as he glared at you. Flinching, you gave a stiff nod, bowing your head in apology until he addressed you again.

“There will be no further questions about the forest. You are to avoid it and that is final. Do not question me again.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” you whispered.

Satisfied, he nodded, gathering the papers again and standing from his seat. You waited until he shuffled past you, leaving the meeting room into the hall. Fear and anger coursed through you, and you forced yourself to stand and return to your living quarters.

One day, you would get your answer.

#haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio imagine #kageyama tobio x reader #medieval au #tw kidnapping

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dumpster-fire-deluxe · 11 months

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The prompt is (thank you @asdeadasasquirrel): A conversation or a scene where Padme thinks she understands Palpatine better afterward but we know differently

Writing a character I've never written before + balancing the inner world of two characters who both have a very different perspective of the situation + incorporating dramatic irony (the reader knows something which the main character doesn't)?

The last time Padmé had been in Palpatine's apartment, it was as a refuge; when she was queen and her mentor a senator. Now, she was the senator, visiting the chancellor of the Galactic Republic.

“How have you been settling in?” Palpatine asked, reclining in his seat, two freshly brewed cups of caf on the side table between them.

“I’m almost done unpacking,” Padmé answered. “I’m waiting for a few more belongings to be shipped over, but I’ve already made myself at home.”

“That’s good to hear. I can tell you from experience that the transition from Naboo to Coruscant can be rather… jarring.”

“I do think I will miss the lakes.”

“What helped me back then, was frequenting some of the parks around here. Of course, it doesn’t compare to the sprawling nature you and I are used to, but it might help ease you into the city.”

“Thank you for the advice. I do think I’ll be taking you up on it.” She picked up her cup.

“Good.” Palpatine took a sip of his own caf. “How are you feeling now that you’ve officially taken on your new position as senator?”

“I'm excited to get to work. Though, I must admit that I'm a little nervous.”

“Understandable, yet unnecessary. There is not one person I would rather have representing our dear homeworld than you. I’m delighted to be working by your side.”

Padmé tried not to blush at the compliment. “I can only hope that I will serve our people as well as you did.”

“You have nothing to worry about. Someone as brave as you to run straight into a battle has enough strength to face a room filled with diplomats.”

��But what if they think I’m too young? I might be inexperienced compared to them.” It was a concern she hadn’t voiced to anyone else. But Palpatine had mentored her for so long. If anyone could advise her, it was him.

He didn’t speak at first and Padmé wondered if he was about to deliver an uncomfortable truth, a confirmation that she wasn’t ready after all. He’d be gentle about it, of course, but it would hurt nonetheless.

“Did I ever tell you about how I ended up in politics?”

Padmé thought about it. It was public knowledge that Palpatine was an orphan from a royal bloodline who had become a rising star in legislation following his family’s demise. It was an inspiring story, but one she didn’t know many details of. “I don’t think so, no.”

He took another sip and set his cup down. “I was seventeen years old when my whole life got turned on its head. At the time, I was at a youth legislative camp. I’m sure you’re familiar with those.”

“I am, yes.”

“My family went on a trip, but during their travel, disaster struck. Pirates. Not a single one of them was spared. When I heard the news, I was devastated.”

“I can’t imagine what that must have been like.”

“Suddenly, I was thrust into a different life." He looked off into the distance, a pained expression on his face. "I was lost and had to rebuild myself from the broken pieces that were left behind. I carried so much anger. Eventually, I learned to pour that rage into something more... productive.”

“Politics?”

He looked back at her, the same determined expression in his eyes that she'd seen many times before. “Precisely. I was still in the legislative program and I noticed that the only thing that made me feel better was to make a difference; to improve society from its very core and give everyone the life they deserve. And it’s that drive that has gotten me to where I am now."

Padmé nodded. She knew that feeling all too well; it's what made her get up every morning.

Palpatine leaned forward and put his hand on her arm. "Your age doesn't matter. What matters, is your passion for what we do here. You have a burning desire to make the galaxy a better place. I have seen it since you were very young, and it’s why I’ve always believed in you. And it’s what will make you among the best politicians the Senate has ever seen.”

Padmé smiled, comforted by his words and the warm encouragement in his eyes. “Thank you. It means a lot to me.”

He sat back. "I am here for you if you ever need anything. Senator Amidala."

The last bit of doubt faded from her mind. She was ready to serve in the Senate. "I'm looking forward to working together."

Palpatine smiled. "So am I."

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When Putin invaded Ukraine I did not get an email in my inbox telling me the Homeland was in trouble and what I could do to help—Ukraine did not take it as a given that I, some 130 years removed from ancestral emigration from family line with over a century of settled citizenship in a different country, felt intrinsic kinship ties. Equally a few weeks ago when Parliament honoured a WWII Ukrainian war veteran, only to backpedal in a panic when they realized he'd served in the volunteer Ukrainian division of the Waffen-SS, nobody found me guilty by association when the discourse turned to a broader discussion of the realities of the Ukrainian alt-right.

But a couple days ago when Hamas breached the 6 billion dollar boondoggle of a border wall that imprisons Gaza, they didn't say they came to kill Israelis—a diverse group comprised of first-to-fourth generation immigrants from Europe, the Americas, and Africa; Mizrahim; Samaritans; Arabs; and Druze (among others). They just said they came to kill Jews. When Pro-Palestinian marches broke out in major cities, many had to be publicly reprimanded for their antisemitism: it wasn't a march against Israelis, it was a march against Jews. And when my rabbi sent out emails about supporting the 'Holy Land' it was to donate to an IDF Veterans charity because the IDF—the armed forces of the Middle Eastern nation-state of Israel of which I am not a citizen— have done 'so much for Jews worldwide.' I have never been to Israel. I have never had a desire to visit Israel, it being semi-arid, dry, and singularly uninviting place. Some 40 generations back the ancestors of my ancestors of my ancestors would have departed the region—perhaps after the loss of the Second Temple in the year 70, or the failure of the Bar Kokhba revolt in 132, or perhaps even further back, in one of the diasporas centuries before (over the last three thousand years most Jews have spent more time everywhere but Israel.) I am not an Israeli: not by birth, not by citizenship, not by any of the normal, standard criteria we culturally attach to immigrant status centuries upon centuries removed. But I want you to imagine if the United Kingdom got invaded tomorrow and you woke up to an e-mail asking you to support the Royal Marines because your ancestor was a charcoal burner outside of Londonium in the reign of Domitian.

I am not an Israeli, but the anti-Semites chanting in the streets and my rabbi treat me as functionally indivisible from one anyway. Consciously or unconsciously you probably do too. A Catholic might be asked to answer for the crimes of the Vatican, but a sixth generation Catholic from Boston isn't going to be asked to answer for the crimes of Spain—or Ireland, for that matter. But a 40-generation removed Jew cannot escape answering for Israel. You know, my great-grandfather lived through his Ukrainian relatives being slaughtered in a pogrom before the end of the first world war. His own Yiddish-speaking father never learned more than few words of English, had to go out of his way to have shabat and seders with the handful of other Jews who lived in Nowhere, Northern Ontario, but my great-grandfather became so afraid of his own Judaism that he threw himself into one of the stranger and more noxious Christian cults of the 19th century, one that would kill many of his children—and left it to his grandchildren and great-grandchildren to try and pick up the pieces puzzle-out why they had a last name that made Eastern Europeans frown when they heard it. He left us a diaspora within a diaspora within a diaspora, groping blind to find our way back to some kind of identity. It feels hard enough at times to accept the label of 'Jew' when you don't have a Hebrew name, when you mumble your way through a mahzor squinting at the phonetic prayers (acutely aware that you don't know the right times to sit or stand, much less bow), when your sense of lineage—your sense of tribe, of a past—ends in the burnt rubble of a synagogue on the banks of the Smotrych. It feel impossible, some days, to be a Jew simply within the framework of 'being a Jew,' whether you are practicing Judaism as a religion or go about your life with the genetic markers of ethnicity. It feels forever like there are so many ways to get it wrong, that it is all in some sense a performance that—if you fuck up even a little bit—you're diminishing Jews as effectively as any pogrom. The degree to which self-hating Jew as a term is weaponized is astounding, the degree to which 'being correctly Jewish' is a conscious act of will at times exhausting. I struggle to find my sense of place as a Jew, as a descendant of Jews, who were often hunted, slaughtered, oppressed, and extinguished. And to all this is added Israel, is added ethno-nationalism, is added the genocidal constitution of Hamas and the bombs and jet planes of the IDF. Three days ago Hamas committed mass-murder: a thousand dead, others kidnapped, children gunned down in the streets. In three days since the IDF has displaced over 230000 Gazans by bombing their homes, children blown-up in the streets. The street marchers shout 'death to Jews.' My rabbi wants me the beef-up the bombers pensions. All over a plot of land I have never visited and have no wish to see. This doesn't come to any kind of cathartic or intriguing rhetorical finale. I have no doubt it reads as nigh-incoherent. I've been writing it for hours, picking away at it, poking and prodding with an anguish I can't articulate. I sit here and write it on the knife-edge of privilege: I am not an Israeli under threat of a Hamas bullet, nor am I Gazan under threat of an IDF bomb. Yet the privilege is still a knife-edge, still a liminal state—because when we set-up for the Hanukah celebrations this winter, the police presence around us will be there for very different reasons than they were at the Santa Claus parade the week before. To be Jewish is already to live with conditional assimilation: I am not Israeli, I have no desire to be Israeli, O hold Israel and its policies against the Palestinians these past decades to be an incalculable injustice. Yet none of that matters to the white supremacist tomorrow who feels that now is the best time to kill some local Jews to preserve the purity of his ethno-state—because he's drawing on the biggest up-swell of antisemitic sentiment in a generation.

I am not an Israeli, I have no wish to be, and yet every Jew outside Israel the world over will still feel less safe tomorrow and in the days to come—because to the world at large, that doesn't matter.

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Praise thy king, Praise thy king...

I ADORE PRINCE GREGORY X COMMONER CHRISTOPHE SO MUCH NO ONE KNOWS WHY. 🥰🥰 I have a lot of stories about them- None published but stuck on Ao3 ofc.

I've grown a liking to this because it seems clear that just by the way Gregory moves, Gregory talks, and how he has extremely fascinated talents (Being able to literally start a revolution, Being able to skate, Obtaining a 4.0GPA), He just seems like a prince or a king instead. 😱😱😱 Of course, Christophe is the polar opposite— Opposites Attract(?) He would be either a commoner, a blacksmith, a thief, or literally just a typical village boy who knows nothing of the king vice versa.

I'm about to make a short story regarding these two, so if you wanna read it scroll down. I'm not that good at writing so- forgive me 😭👍

"The Prince, and The Village-Boy"

The noises of a sweeping broom could be heard echoing in the corridor, it seemed a village boy was cleaning the palace for money, or respect. both could be the reason.

nobody really knows, considering the village-boy is Christophe DeLorne, or more commonly known as Mole because of how completely mistreated and rude he is to anyone.

It was a shock when the prince had chosen HIM to be his personal guard, But they couldn't stop him either way.

The prince was none other than Gregory, Prince of Yardale.

He and Christophe are not close. He and Christophe hate eachother.

At first, of course.

As time went through, Christophe developed unnecessary feelings for the Prince. While the prince, chose to forbid and hid his own feelings from the village-boy.

After all; why would a prince, waste his time for a village-boy when he can get a princess?

He didn't want a princess, or a goody-two-shoes.

He wanted the village-boy, The commoner, The guy who insults him when they are alone, yet serves him when there are royals around.

Their relationship started complicated; A Prince, and a Hired-Village boy constantly arguing, hating eachother, insulting eachother, and not being obedient.

Until one showed light to the other and their own personal wish for the whole world.

Gregory wasn't of course in control of what his own royal family would do to the village; Enslave the people, Kill them, punish them, and so on.

He just wished they could be equal.

And he wanted that wish to be fulfilled when his own guard-boy suggested he disguises himself just like he; A village boy, for one hour just to see how everyone is.

of course not everyone was nice, some were cruel, Yet Gregory grew to see the kindness and the dazzling part of their village.

Which came the thought of; "Is this really how a kingdom treats their people?.."

"Hey, Christopher." Gregory called. "It'z Christophe. And what do you want." The french boy replied.

"I can't deny our relationship is completely horrid and confusing;" He said, standing up from the chair he was sitting on and placing down the empty cup of tea on his desk. "Once, We hate and insult eachother; I tell you to do things i demand, you be obedient and do as i say."

"Oui, Like zeh dog i am." Christophe interrupted, despite hating being called a 'Dog'.

He was terrified at the sight of seeing his dad get killed by a feral dog when he was only 4.

"..And another, we are loving to one another; Holding hands, Feeling each's warmth, and just having a pleasant time.. Closed doors." The blonde said with a soft voice.

Christophe was taken completely over with Gregory's choice of words. He was used to his speeches, and everything; But seriously.

That was sappy.

It was like coming out of a sad romance story.

He thought to himself.

"What are you saying."

Gregory sighed.

"What is your point? So what, You and me, secret fucking relationship, What's the deal?" Christophe toned down his voice a bit. "..Iz something zeh matter."

"What would you do if i.."

"If you what. I wouldn't care if you're going to marry the Princess from London."

"..No-no," Gregory chuckled. "What would you do if i held out a revolution just for you and i."

What? A revolution?

"First of all; You'd fail and we'd get in trouble."

"Ah, But what if we fake my death first, forward it to you disappearing and some blonde angry boy starts a revolution for the king?" Gregory said with a smirk.

It seemed he had a well thought off plan.

"How are we gonna get a entire fuckingh village to believe some village boy who's a prince in disguise."

"Though it seems impossible, it could work out."

And it did.

Once they faked the death of the prince, They started a revolution.

A way to change the royal kingdom's ways; Everyone going feral, Cannons, Guns, everywhere.

All families with their children hid in their homes for safety.

This was a revolution they'd surely won't forget.

They'd yell; PRAISE THY KING! PRAISE THY KING! LONG-LIVE THE PRINCE! LONG-LIVE THE PRINCE!

And before they knew it;

The revolution fell.

Every single one of the men apart of it; Dead.

Christophe and Gregory? Both were attempting to flee the village.

until they were cornered.

"Mon cherri."

"Mon Ange."

"I love you, always and forever. Death or alive."

"J'taime. Always and forever."

Were their last words until only gunshots were heard and only gunpowder could be smelt around the area.

The previously-supposed-to-be-dead prince, now dead.

Along side his guard, or a village boy, loyal to him ti'll death.

And that, was the end of the Prince, and the village boy's story.

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Chapter 57

Pan'er knew why the Crown Prince would say that, because the eldest son born to the Crown Princess was not in good health.

It was said that from the time he was born in his mother's womb, several times in a row, the imperial doctor had been called. Since the birth of the eldest son, there have been several letters from the capital, some sent by the Crown Princess and some from Fulu.

Most of the letters from the Crown Princess were good news but not bad, saying that the eldest son had grown up and gained weight, while the letter from Fulu reported all the recent events in the East Palace. He did not go into details, but the prince already had a concrete idea of the eldest son's health.

This was his long-awaited first-born son, but he was in such a state. The prince's emotions had always been unobtrusive, looking gentle and mild, but in reality they were separated by a fog that was impenetrable. Pan'er could not tell if the Prince was sad and disappointed, except that every time he received a letter, he would sit alone in his study for a long time.

Well-being?

This was probably the only thing the Crown Prince wanted at the moment. "Master, don't worry, I will give you a healthy child."

When she first gave birth to Little Sixteen, Pan'er was already quite old, but she had done everything she could, and even the Emperor had ordered the Imperial Hospital and the Xianfu Palace to take care of her, so she was quite experienced in nurturing a baby.

Pan'er was still a little uneasy, but now she had a little more confidence. Having said that, she remembered how the Prince had returned. "Master, you were not at the banquet, why did you come back?"

This matter also goes back to a eunuch named Xiao Qianzi under Zhang Laishun's hand. Aunt Qing sent eunuch Wang out and he heard him when they were talking. He knew when it was most desirable for the servants to please, so he ran to Cuiyunzhu to report to the Crown Prince. When he heard about this, the prince didn't even eat the banquet and rushed back.

But the prince would not let Pan'er know about this, lest he damage his own dignity."Too boring. I can't think of anything else to say except that it is extravagant and lascivious." Pan'er didn't think much of it, and just assumed that the Jiang family had again shown their wealth to the Prince's heart.

Afterwards, they dined together and took a walk, and when it was time to rest for the night, Pan'er arranged for someone to prepare the Prince's clothes for his bath, and had the bed made.

If the prince still didn't understand what she meant, he wouldn't have to live, but on second thought, she was pregnant at such a young age and was already a timid girl, and she was afraid to sleep alone at night.

On the other hand, Jiangcheng's father and son were embarrassed by the Crown Prince's sudden departure.When they heard that it had something to do with Su Fengyi, they sent someone down to ask about it. It wasn't hard to find out, as there was no intention to hide it, so Jiang Cheng and his son soon received the news that the doctor had checked his pulse and found that Su Fengyi was pregnant. "Father, look at this--"

Jiang Cheng frowned: "The Crown Prince does not have many children, only a newborn first son, it is said that his health seems to be bad, if Su Fengyi can give birth to a royal son this time ……" He suddenly patted his son's shoulder and said: "Order the following The people below you should serve you as carefully as possible, as meticulous as possible, and try to satisfy whatever she asks for, treating her like your father, as for the matter of Qiong'er, forget about it for now."

Jiang Fu was a little surprised, "Father, Qiong'er is the most outstanding daughter in our family, if she can be sent to the Prince's side, we won't have to be so careful in the future when she has made her mark." Jiang Cheng waved his hand and stood up, pacing back and forth.

"You are still too young to see the doorway here. Although His Highness is the first born of the middle palace, she is not loved by His Highness, and His Majesty is just a few years into old age now, so there is no telling what the future holds.""

But you clearly told me that the possibility of the Crown Prince's reign is the greatest."

"I've said it's possible."

"But ......" Jiang Fu hesitated for a moment and said, "If you are afraid of getting involved too deeply, why do you go to such great lengths to take care of the succession if there is an eventuality in the future?"

Jiang Cheng turned around and looked at his son, "Receiving the Emperor is a matter of duty, we recognize the Crown Prince, no matter who it is, as long as he is the Crown Prince, he is the master of our Jiang family. This is the kind of thing that no one can find fault with, but if there is an in-law relationship, it is not something that you can set aside whenever you want.

After a pause, he added: "Your mother is also a woman's opinion, it is better for our Jiang family to play it safe now." Jiang Fu disapproved: "Everyone else is digging in their heels, but we are alone in remaining stagnant. Father, you probably don't know who that Su Fengyi is?" Jiang Cheng froze and asked, "Who is it?"

"She was sent to the Eastern Palace by that eldest of the Pei family, through the Pei family's in-law relationship with the Crown Princess' mother's family. That Pei family only married an unpopular concubine daughter of the Chen family, and they have been flaunting their power in Yangzhou city. Because of this, father, you have been quite tolerant of the Pei family, so how many advantages have you let the Pei family take advantage of? It's a pity that they fed a white-eyed wolf.

If you find a way, what if they marry an unpopular concubine daughter of the Crown Princess' mother's family, but they can't help but climb on board."Jiang Fu was a bit upset when he said that although Pei Yongchang was nearly ten years older than him in terms of seniority, he was of the same generation as him and had a better reputation than Pei Yongchang in Yangzhou, but Pei Yongchang had a weak old man who made his son obvious.

The Pei family is not as much as the Jiang family, but let's just say that in recent years, the Pei family has not gained less momentum than the Jiang family. If we still follow his father's idea of playing it safe, I'm afraid that in a few years' time the position of chief merchant of the Jiang family will be surnamed Pei.

"I only found out about this in the afternoon, when Dazhong came to report that the Xu family, the Chen family and the Wang family were all here, and they had missed this. Pei Yongchang did go to the capital in March last year, and that was the time he sent someone to the East Palace."

In fact, Jiang Fu was still not completely honest, he was curious about the Su Feng Yi because of his father's noon remark, so he ordered someone to find out where he came from, thinking that he might be able to go through the path of this Su Feng Yi. The person who ordered him to do so happened to be Dazhong, who then blurted out what Pei Yongchang had said in the gatehouse earlier. If one comes to Jiang Fu is more curious, who knows that this investigation does not matter, although the investigation is not too specific, but should not be far off.

The first time he heard Mrs. Jiang Fu's words, he originally intended to send two thin horses to test the Prince's temperament, and if he was a good sport, then it would be his sister Jiang Qiong's turn to play. Unfortunately, his father had poured cold water on him several times in a row, which made him feel unsettled, and that's why he contradicted his father at this time.In fact, Jiang Cheng had been quite hesitant, but his desire to play it safe had prevailed, so when he heard his son say it, he really had to move his mind, but...

" It is not that we have not sent people before, do you see one out there now? The palace is not as simple as you think, and those who can make it in the palace are really no match for anyone like Qiong'er." Jiang Cheng pinched his beard and said, his tone a little wavering.Jiang Fu lowered his head and did not speak.

"Strike, there's no rush anyway, it's better to take another look and make a decision in a few days." "Yes, father." Jiang Fu answered with his mouth, but in his heart he did not think so. Jiang Cheng also knew his son's nature and sighed, looking up at the moon in the sky. --

Pan'er had felt drowsy earlier, and had eaten more than ever.

Now she had found a reason to do so. For the first three months, she had no inhibitions, and since the Jiang family's cooks were really good, she ate and drank with great appetite, not fearing that eating too much would spoil her body. She ate and drank happily here, and she didn't forget to enjoy the scenery in the garden and go to the opera from time to time.

It has to be said that there are advantages to being rich. Whenever she wants to eat, the Jiang family can bring her anything she wants. She could order whatever she wanted to eat and the Jiang family would bring it to her. The Pavilion was also open to her, so she could just order what she wanted to hear.

The Prince's power is a good thing, and as long as she is in good hands with him, she might not only be able to rely on his power now, but also for decades to come.For the first time since she was reborn, Pan'er felt that her future was bright, and when she was in a good mood, she looked good, and within a few days she had gained weight.

She used to have a melon face, but now, although she still has a melon face, her small face is much rounder. These days, the prince is a bit busy, the Jiang family has been leading several elegant gatherings, the prince has used this to meet a lot of talented people, famous scholars, great scholars and even local gentry in the Jiangnan area. He was not aware of this as he was leaving early and returning late, and was a little surprised to find that Pan'er's face had rounded.

His surprise made Pan'er a little sensitive and she subconsciously wondered - "Do you think I've put on weight?"The Prince did not think she was fat, but her reaction made him laugh. He looked her up and down, then reached out and pinched her oily red and white face, and said seriously, "Yes, you are a bit fat."

Even in her previous life, when she was pregnant with Little Sixteen, Emperor Jianping had always disliked her for being too thin, saying that she had only grown her belly but not her flesh, and that her body looked too thin, and he had even reproached the imperial kitchen for not taking care of her.She used to be the only one who disliked him for being old, not him for her, but now it was his turn to dislike her. Pan'er was a bit discouraged for a moment.

A pregnant woman's moods are already volatile, and this was probably a subconscious feeling, knowing that she was pregnant, so she deliberately indulged. When she was unsure if she was pregnant, she did as she pleased, but she was spoiled. When he saw that she was not smiling anymore, he was a bit uncomfortable, and after taking a look at her, he was busy putting away his jokes: "I really don't dislike you, but I used to think you were too thin."

That's why people are spoiled, if you don't spoil them anymore, they will wilt. "Really?" "Really." In order to emphasise that it was true, the prince's tone was extra firm, and he added, "I just like you to eat fatter, I used to worry that you were too weak to raise a child, but now I am not worried."

It was obvious that the prince's argument was very convincing to Pan'er, and it was probably because of the word "like" that Pan'er looked better and became a little more delicate again, taking his hand and saying shyly, "Actually, I haven't eaten much either, maybe the water in Jiangnan really nourishes people." "It seems that the water in Jiangnan really nourishes people."

#yingchong #mtl

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