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Could I request a story where Jonah is jealous of how close Alice gets to Lancelot to the point where it's affecting his work? And Lance notices and tries to find out what's going on with his Queen?

Thank you so much for being my request!! I hope you enjoy this little story! To be completely honest... I first wrote something completely different which was also kinda nice so I’ll pos it soon! But it wasn’t this prompt hahah at all. Here’s my second attempt, please enjoy! (With a read more!)

“May I have this dance?”

Lancelot’s gloved hand was the very essence of elegance. Dressed in that crisp red suit, the color of swooning hearts and cupid’s arrows, golden hair and golden crown and golden smile - it was no wonder all eyes were on him. Even Jonah couldn’t help but admire his natural grace, a true Prince Charming.

Alice blushed ever so slightly and smiled, placed her dainty hand in his and he pulled her to the center of the ballroom, swaying and twirling already in time with the music. The string ensemble with their lively waltz seemed to bring the very moon to life - it peeked through the windows with curiosity, as if yearning to join the ball.

The first dance, of course, was reserved for Jonah. As her beau and her escort, they spent most of the night together, a true prince and princess in their matching color outfits. When they tired, he brought her wine and she fed him macaroons and they giggled like schoolchildren in the quiet of the balcony, having snuck away from the party for the relief of a moment to themselves.

The second dance was Edgar’s. He’d bowed low before her and extended his hand, a perfect gentleman. She’d looked at Jonah but he didn’t mind, at least not openly, and she’d taken his hand and lost herself, for the moment, in the beauty of the dance.

The third dance, a little clumsy, she spent with Zero. His smile put her at ease and they laughed when she accidentally stepped on his foot, no hard feelings. And so she danced, with each of the Red Army Officers, one by one.

Alice, their very special guest.

The dancing didn’t bother Jonah. They were all perfect gentlemen, and loved Alice like family. But as he watched her and Lancelot together, her skirt billowing around her legs with every carefully placed step-

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

“They’re like a prince and princess!”

“Ah, how romantic!”

“I wish that were me…”

“Do you think they’ll get married?”

The idle whispers and love-struck sighs of the people around him, for some reason, set a pit in his stomach. They stung. It was physical, somehow, like an itch deep inside of him that he could not reach. And yet, it was not ill will he felt towards them, no, but rather- an unsettling sort of acceptance. Like snow in October, out of place and a promise of dread. He couldn’t even find it in himself to bark at the whispers, to clear things up, to tell them that Alice was his and no one else’s. He could do nothing but stare.

Jonah looked at them, beaming smiles and dainty touches. Two of the most beautiful people in the world, in his eyes. The whispers all around him were right - Lancelot and Alice were a perfect, beautiful match. And standing aside now, Jonah couldn’t help but wonder about the world without him. Would it be as beautiful as the one before him? His silver replaced by gold. He wouldn’t blame her. Not at all.

She came back to him out of breath and full of smiles. “That’s the last one, right? I don’t think I could keep up with another dance! Let’s get something to eat and drink, I’m parched!”

Jonah returned her smile and took her hand, laughing at how her gaze immediately returned to the buffet at the end of the hall. He buried his thoughts deep inside of him and prayed they would suffocate, and they spent the rest of the night together.

~*~

“You wanted to speak to me?”

Jonah stepped into Lancelot’s office. He knew the room well, but never before had he shown such reluctance to enter. Even when he had just stepped into his role as Queen, he’d been nervous, yes, but still wore his pride and awe like his heart on his sleeve.

“I did.”

Lancelot eyed him evenly, unreadable. Jonah always wished he could be as level-headed as his king, as the Clemence heir he was raised to be, but he knew all too well how his emotions showed on his face. How his temper got the better of him, how he could never really fake a genuine smile.

“It’s about the quality of your recent work. I was skimming through some of the reports and noticed…”

Jonah knew from the beginning what he was going to say. Always meticulous, he made sure his work reflected the deep pride of his position. Every detail accounted for, every t crossed and i dotted in perfect handwriting.

It was just about two weeks since the night of the ball, and Jonah had thrown himself into his work. Anything, to get his mind off of those thoughts that seeped like poison through his blood. The ones that nagged him with every breath that he just wasn’t good enough.

He trained until he was sore and black and blue. His nights were made up of laboring over papers and reports until his eyelids grew heavy and he couldn’t stop himself from falling asleep on his desk. His reports were often smudged, written in a shaky hand, and sometimes - full of mistakes. Still, he submitted them, accepting their imperfections as the price of mindlessly throwing himself into his work. The bags beneath his eyes were enough to make his Heart Defenders fuss in hushed whispers.

Alice had noticed too, of course, but he pushed her away, saying that he had a busy spell and had to focus on work for a bit. She’d bitten her lip in worry but didn’t prod him any further, opting to enjoy, instead, the little time they did have together. He hated himself for putting such an expression on her face, but- Jonah couldn’t, just couldn’t deal with this right now. He had to sort out his feelings before bringing her into this mess

“Jonah, what’s going on? This isn’t like you.” Lancelot said, looking at him with a rare display of open worry. Not just as king- but as a friend.

He was too tired. Jonah couldn’t keep this up anymore, this empty facade of hollow emotions, not when they were burning up inside of him like a forest fire, destroying everything in their path. He didn’t have the strength to cover everything up with another lie.

“It’s Alice-”

“Alice?” Lancelot cocked an eyebrow.

“Nothing like that! She’s wonderful, of course, but I just-” Jonah looked around the office, focusing on each fold in the curtains as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Anywhere, just not at Lancelot. “Sometimes I feel like she- deserves something more. Someone better.”

Lancelot smiled, amused, “Better than you? Where would she even find such a person?”

Jonah’s gaze fell on the king, cold and hard and yet embarrassed, and Lancelot’s smile faded. Oh. If there were two men in the world he genuinely admired, it was his brother and Lancelot, no doubt about it.

“Sit, Jonah. I would never come between the two of you, you know that.” Lancelot spoke patiently. “Have you talked to her about this?”

“How could I possibly-?”

“Then, you don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?”

“Alice is worried sick about you. I came upon her in the hallway late last night. I was surprised that she was still awake at that time. It looked like she’d been crying. So I sat down with her and we talked.”

Jonah listened with a furrowed brow and worried lip. Where was he last night? He’d been working on reports again, and woke up at his desk come sun-up. He hadn’t even made it to their bedroom yesterday. Had she been up all night, waiting for him? Worried to the point of tears, to the point of finding comfort in another man’s arms?

What he’d been so afraid of… had he himself incited it?

“She said you’ve been distant since the ball. That she’s worried you fell for someone, someone better, and that you’ve lost interest in her. Jonah, you are my right hand and so I say this out of respect- if you break her heart-”

“No! That’s not- I would never!”

He was still trying to process the information. Did Alice really think that? Had he driven her to tears and countless nights of worry? What sort of partner was he, to let these awful thoughts take root in her mind? She was the most wonderful person in the world and never in his wildest imagination could he conjure up someone else he’d rather be with. He wanted to rip his heart out and place it at her feet, so desperately he needed to right this wrong.

And… did she care for him so deeply that the thought of losing him was this painful? All of this was making his head hurt. He didn’t know where to start - but he knew he had to, somewhere, and fast.

“That’s not it at all.” Jonah insisted.

Lancelot nodded slowly, that shadow of a smile surfacing once more. “So I thought. I figured this was just a misunderstanding… but you shouldn’t underestimate the dangers of simple misunderstandings, either.”

“Yes. Of course. Thank you. I’ll- I’ll go talk to her. Excuse me!”

He rushed out of the room without waiting to be excused, with only one thought on his mind.

Alice!

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