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malereadermaniac · 9 months

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Too Trusting ~ Ben Florian x Male Reader

You're a part of the VK's, Mother Gothel's son

Mal doesn't like Ben at all, but all the others do, you a little more than the others

Goodness class was awfully boring

But having your friends with you made it tolerable

What made it better was running into the soon-to-be king, Ben

Ben and you had a rocky friendship, Mal made it tough for you and the other VK's to get along with him

But you still tried your best, joking with him and having witty conversations before they were interrupted by either Audrey getting jealous or Mal dragging you away

But luckily the two of you shared 'history of magic' and sat by eachother after Ben generously volunteered to sit by you when you moved to Auradon

You two did pay attention to the class but you talked a lot

About the island, about your mother, about the VK's, and about relationships....

Ben felt comfortable around you

It was different to how he felt around other guys like Chad

And very different to how he felt with Audrey

He'd said he felt as if he "were walking on egg shells around her"

One day, after Ben noticed that it was always Mal that dragged you away, he decided to ask you about it

"Are you and Mal a thing?" Ben asked innocently

You blush

"What? Haha no way!" You chuckle at his question

"Was my question that ridiculous?" Ben asks, smiling but slightly embarrassed

"I mean, kind of? Because I'm gay, Ben" you say as you keep chuckling, writing down whatever the fairy-godmother was saying

"Ah- I never noticed!" Ben says with an apologetic look

"Don't worry haha.... The fashion on the island is very similar to gay Auradon fashion so it must be hard to tell the difference"

After class Ben and you kept chatting until Audrey shouted from across the hall

"Benny-boo! I'm waiting for you to walk me to lunch!" She shouts with that headache inducing high-pitched voice

"Guess I've got to go"

"I guess you do benny-boo~" you tease and the two of you laugh as he leaves

"You two seem to have hit it off"

"AH! M-Mal... ew no I'm like... just pretending haha" you jump as you notice Mal behind you

"Sure... Listen I have a plan on how to get the wand" She says in a mocking tone

"I'm listening"

"A little birdie told me that the King's partner sits front row at the coronation, and they bring the wand out during coronation"

"I don't get it.... ARE YOU GONNA DATE KING BEAST?! Mal he has a wife..."

"Are you stupid.... No I mean the King to be, as in Ben" Mal says with a smile

"Oh... Are you planning to date Ben? He's dating Audrey" you say with a confused look

"No I'm not, I can't stand him... You are! You're going to spell him!"

"WHAT!? I can't do thaf, you may not like him, Mal but I do and I don't wanna spell him to fall for me" you say with grimace on your face

"Oh come on! (Y/n) I can clearly see you like him, just indulge in your own desires for once! You're mother would be disappointed in how selfless you are" Mal went in for the kill with that one

"Oh shut up... Fine I'll do it, but you're helping me"

"Obviously, I can't trust you to make spelled brownies, I can't trust you to even make regular brownies" She chuckles and the two of you giggle as you walk away

The tub of brownies was in your bag, it was time for history of magic again

"Today's topic is Villain magic" you could feel everyone look at you when the fairy-godmother said that

"Can you do any, (y/n)?" Ben asks you

You blush at the question

"Good question, Ben! (Y/n) would you mind coming up here and explaining it to us?"

The FGM must be some kind of sadist because you were in physical pain as you walked up to the front of the class

You explained the basics of villain magic, and how it derives from their origins and was adapted to their own persons

Then you mention yours being the same as your mother's, deriving from the song she sang to rapunzel

After class, Ben questioned you constantly

"So how does it work??"

"Is it only one song or multiple?"

"Can you sing me a spell??"

"Why dont you sing more often?"

After answering most of his questions you see Mal out of the corner of your eyes, miming towards your bag

"Oh by the way! I made you something for the big game" you say with a smile as you pull out the brownies

"Oh thank you but I don't eat before games"

"Oh I get it don't worry"

"It's nothing against you it's just my-"

"No no I get it don't trust a villains kid and all" you cut deep, you and to, Mal was counting on you and so was your mother

"What no it's not like that!" Ben says with a worried look on his face, the last thing he wants to do is offend you

"Ben I understand don't worry abou-" but the blonde interrupts you as he takes the brownie out of your hand and immediately eats it

" *Shee I Twust Yew* " he says with his mouth full

After he swallows the whole brownie, you look st him with a worried look but quickly hide it with a smile

"So how do you feel? Are they good?" You test the waters

"I feel great... You look great- I mean they taste great!" He mumbles, his eyes never leaving yours

God was he attractive, the way he immediately ate the brownie after he felt he'd offended you.... He's too Trusting but that makes him that much hotter you

After the madness of the game and his love proclamation ensues, Ben and you start dating

You feel incredibly guilty

For spelling him of course, but mostly for enjoying it

So after many dates and nights together, you had enough

You loved him so much, and he loved you but it didn't feel real - probably because it wasn't

So one day, when he begged you to show him a spell, you decided to try break the spell on him

"Fine, I'll try and spell you, happy?" You say faking annoyance

"Finally!" He says happily and gives you a kiss on the cheek

You blush and smile, but feel ill on the inside

This was it, you think to yourself what the correct spell for this situation was and then began

🎶Isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me ~~~~ but something must've changed, it isn't pretty to think all the love from that golden string has been drained🎶

(Ignore me shittily trying to include taylor swift)

Ben goes quiet for a second

'Did it work??' You think to yourself

"So? Am I a frog now??" Ben jokes

"Haha... clearly I'm out of practice, the spell failed" you chuckle with s glum smile

"That's fine, my boyfriend doesn't need to be amazing at everything, just most things" he jokes

He kisses you again, on the lips this time

You hate that you love it so much

After more dates and more troubles ensuing, the day of the coronation arrived

You hadn't told Mal about trying to break the spell

But she had suggested to break the spell after taking the wand anyway

After the troubles of the coronation happening, you meet once again with Ben

This time at the enchanted lake

"I baked you brownies again! For after our date" you say with a smile

You wanted one last perfect date with him

"Oh I'm starving, I'll have them now!"

"W-Wait! Swimming on a full stomach isn't the best idea you know I-" you were trying to grab the brownies back as Ben chuckles

However he scoffs them down as quick as he can as he laughs

"Crap... Do youuuu feel fine?" You ask with a worried look

"Umm yeah I guess? But let's give the reverse love spell some time to work, let's go back to our date!" Ben nonchalantly says

"Yeah that's a good idea.... wait what?" You look into his eyes with a worried, scarred look

"How long have you know?!" You shout

"Since you tried to spell we with a song, I didn't expect you to reverse Mal's love spell" Ben says with a chuckle

"I'm so sorry, you must think so lowly of me and you should do it was-" you apologise profusely but get interrupted by a kiss

"I'm not mad, (Y/n)..."

"You're not?"

"Nope, clearly you liked me but Audrey was keeping you from getting with me"

"Yeah..." you say with a sad smile

"Honestly I'm kind of thankful, I never realised I also liked guys and also how bad of a girlfriend Audrey was haha"

"I'm glad! I'm guessing this means you wanna call off our date?" You say with a bittersweet tone

"Of course not! Didn't you hear me earlier, I said we should get back to our date"

"Really??" You say in shock

"Definitely, come swim with me, my dear boyfriend (y/n)~"

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vxntagedior · 1 year

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heyyy i love ur writing and have fallen in love with xavier so fast!! can i request xavier falling for tyler’s sister when she comes into the cafe while he is volunteering but she gets super shy around him? if u felt like writing something longer it could evolve into how she realises tyler is the hyde and she is the one to free xavier and help him get to nevermore to help wednesday

all good if not 🫶🏻🫶🏻

chai latte

summary | the monster in the woods brings you and Xavier closer than before

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | fluff, angst, xavier and reader dancing around their feelings

word count | 1.9k

You never really like drinking coffee, but having your twin brother working at the Weathervane, it basically means you get free drinks.

Walking across town after class, you saw how the town was preparing for Outreach Day, when all the Nevermore students came into town.

The bell on top of the door dinged as you entered through, you were surprised it was so empty but with everyone working for the day, you were glad you had most of the place to yourself.

“Xavier.” You smiled softly, not expecting to see him at the Weathervane, “What are you doing here?”

“Weathervane was my assignment for Outreach Day.” He leaned against the counter, “Can I get you a chai latte.”

You were surprised that he even remembered what you drank. The two of you had an odd relationship. Meeting for the first time last year during the last Outreach Day, you apologized for what your brother and his friends did to him.

It was a blooming friendship since you usually spent your time at the Weathervane, not wanting to go home any longer then you needed to and you got free drinks while you did your homework.

Xavier usually came into town every once in a while, always making sure to stop by and talk with you before he went back to Nevermore, always leaving you with a drawing he made while the two of you talked.

You never told Tyler nor your dad that you were friends with Xavier, both of them not liking the students are Nevermore, saying how bad they were for Jericho. There was nothing bad about Xavier, he was kind to you, never said anything ill about anyone.

“Here ya go.” He smiled.

“Y/n.” You looked over his shoulder to see Tyler coming out of the back, “What are you doing talking to him?”

You frowned looking back at Xavier, seeing how his face fell, he gave a small smile, saying nothing more.

“I was just making her a drink.” Xavier said, “Nothing else.”

“Go home Y/n.” Tyler sighed. You never knew why he was growing so agitated lately, but not wanting to cause any problems with him, you walked out.

Xavier watched as you crossed the street, cursing himself mentally for not asking you out, once again.

Since your mom had passed, your dad was barely home and whenever he was, he didn’t spare any attention to you and Tyler was always at work or school and now with Wednesday Addams.

You were noisy, something Dr. Kinbott seemed to notice while you attended therapy. Since her funeral, you kept trying to figure out why your mother died, though the coroner said it was suicide, you didn’t believe it, she wouldn’t you all like that.

Growing up, your mom never really talked about her life, keeping everything in the present, the only photo you saw of her when she was young was her wedding.

Before she died, she had given you a box of her mementoes. You never really looked at it, still overcome with grief but it seemed like she would answer some of the questions that were still unanswered.

There are many photos of you all as a family, a few things that she loved, but there was one that caught your eye.

Seeing the purple uniform, your eyes wide, pulling it out further. It was a Nevermore Academy uniform. Looking closer at the photo, you tried to figure what your mother was. Turning the photo around, you looked at the familiar cursive handwriting.

‘I’d never hyde anything from you’

You looked at it for a few more minutes wondering why she spelt hyde wrong.

“It’s not wrong.” You whispered to yourself, pocketing the photo, putting the box back in your closet.

Running over to your bookcase, your finger traced against the spines of the book before stopping at the one you needed, Jekyll and Hyde.

You remembered hearing Tyler talking with Wednesday about the monster being a Hyde. Pulling out your phone, your fingers typed rapidly to Xavier, wanting to know more about the Hyde.

The sound of your ringtone pulled you out of your mind, seeing Xavier’s name at the top.

“Do you know something?” He asked almost immediately.

“I think my mother was a Hyde.” You sighed, “I heard Tyler and Wednesday talking about it, that’s what that thing is that’s been killing people.

“Wednesday.” You heard him say. Assuming that he walked away from the phone without picking up, you couldn’t hear the conversation but hearing the doors slam open you jumped.

“Freeze!” You heard through the phone, you knew that voice anywhere, screaming into the phone.

“Xavier, Xavier!”

It was blurry from there, getting out of the house and running to the police station, forgetting all about your car.

“Dad, what’s going on!” Your eyes were wide, seeing the handcuffs on Xavier, watching him being pushed into the room where the holding cell was.

“I found who has been murdering all those people.” He said simply.

“You're joking.” You said in disbelief. Looking behind your dad, you saw Wednesday behind him. “What the hell did you do?”

Before you could get any closer, he had pushed you away from her.

“Y/n, you need to calm down and go home.”

“I’m going anywhere!” You screamed, “You just arrested someone who didn’t do anything.”

“Tyler, please take your sister home.” Your dad just sighed before walking into his office. You noticed how it wasn’t in the room, no one was, letting you slip into the holding room.

“Xavier.” You whispered, coming to stand in front of the cell.

“You shouldn’t be here.” There was no emotion in his face, like he had just completely given up at that point. “You can’t see me like this, go home, please.”

Tears started to water your eyes, wiping them with the back of your hand, you sniffled, “I’m gonna get you out of here. I promise”

Walking out of the room, you missed the tears that were streaming down his face.

Coming back home that night, you spent hours re-reading Jekyll and Hyde, trying to see if anything from the book gave you any sense of what this monster was.

You reminded yourself how genetics plays a role into many things, and if your mother was born a hyde, that genetic would pass down to you or-

Tyler.

Not believing yourself, it was the only answer that sounded correct, but you never wondered how he truly got it. Knowing the truth now, you had to get Xavier out, and get him to help you and tell the truth not only to your father but to Nevermore.

Knowing your dad like the back of your hand, he had kept a set of spare keys to the station and others needed in the building, hidden in a junk drawer in the kitchen.

You were slamming down on the gas, driving through town, getting to the station in a record amount of time. Slipping through the remaining officers in the station, looking around before going back into the holding cells.

“Xavier!” You smiled, pulling the keys out of your pocket, trying each one before it was unlocked.

“It’s Tyler.” Xavier saw how devastated you looked, as much as he was a monster, he was your brother.

“We’ll go back to Nevermore and figure it out.” He wrung his hands out, rubbing at his wrists, seeing how red they were. “Thank you, you saved me.”

Something felt bad when you arrived at Nevermore, you always had uneasy feelings for the school but it was different this time. Seeing the crowd of students running towards the entrance, you slammed down on your brakes, looking over to Xavier.

“We’re gonna have to run.” He decided, jumping out of your car.

Grabbing your hand in his, Xavier pulled you with him as he weaved in and out through the students. You could hear the terror in their voices explaining about how Crackstone had invaded the quad.

Though you had never been to Nevermore, you watched as Xavier ran away from the main part of the school down into the fields. Never speaking, you watched as he grabbed his bow and arrow before running back towards the quad.

“I need you to stay here.” He hid you behind a corridor. “If someone happens, run, and do not look back.”

“Xavier!” You screamed for him as he ran into the quad, from where you were standing, you couldn’t see, but all the commotion made you fearful. Hearing someone screamed, you choked on your breath, sliding on the wall, curling yourself into a ball, practically making yourself invisible.

Your eyes were closed, just listening, eventually, it quieted outside, and you heard footsteps approaching you. Covering your mouth with your hand, muffling your breath and your sobs, you pushed your head into your knees.

“Y/n.”

You let out a muffled gasp, looking up to see Xavier only a few feet away from you.

“Xavier.” You cried, coming up from the ground, running towards him. His arms were already open for you, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other holding the back of your head.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” His arm was still slinged around your waist, as he brought you out to the quad. You saw Crackstone and a woman, both on the ground dead, Wednesday and two other students standing above them.

None of you talked as you walked out of Nevermore, coming to the group of students outside the gates. The sounds of leaves crunching against your feet, you found yourself looking up at all the students.

“You okay?” You asked Xavier.

“Yeah.” He nodded, “I’m just glad you're safe.”

Coming home that night was dreadful, your dad had Tyler taken into custody, somewhere he couldn’t hurt anybody.

Hearing through the grapevine, you heard that Nevermore was closed down for the rest of the semester. You were a little glum that you wouldn’t see Xavier for almost two months before he came back.

Sitting in your usual booth at the Weathervane, you heard the doorbell ring, looking up.

“What are you doing here, I thought you left already.” You smiled, watching as he came over towards your booth.

“I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.” He said, “What type of guy would I be?”

You pushed yourself out of the booth, sighing softly, before wrapping your arms around his shoulder, resting your head on his chest.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You whispered.

“I have a phone, you know.” He laughed.

“Can’t you say you’ll miss me too.” You huffed.

“I’ll miss you too.” He said softly, his hand cradling your cheek, leaning down to kiss your forehead. Your eyes closed in content, feeling his lips linger for a second before pulling away. “Maybe over break, you’d like to take a trip.”

“Are you inviting me to your house?” You said in amusement.

“Something like that, can’t be away from you that long.”

“Course I will.” Hearing a horn honk outside, you both looked out to see a man who assumed who was Xavier’s father.

“He always knows when to ruin a moment.” He pulled away from you. “I’ll see you.”

“You too, Xavi.” You quickly kissed a cheek before settling back down.

Watching as he exited the Weathervane, seeing him walk towards the car, Xavier looked back to see you already watching. He just smiled before getting in. You waited until you couldn’t see him anymore, before settling back into your work.

fin.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x fem!reader #savier thorpe #xavier thorpe x normie!reader #xavier thorpe x galpin!reader #wednesday

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harry-sussex · 1 year

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This was, no joke, the best moment of my entire life. I have been waiting so long for this. I never thought it would happen.

I had originally planned to volunteer with the UK branch of my job today, but when I saw the announcement, I knew I had to do this instead. I decided to get dinner at the pub, Dog and Duck, last night to look inside and try it out - I got bangers and mash and some fish (sans chips) as an appetizer, and it was legitimately so good. I also tried the Timothy Taylor’s Landlord Beer – you can see William in the photos from today right behind the tap. My server’s name was Bernie, and you can see her in some photos with William and Kate today too – tiny woman, short gray hair cut into a bob.

I set earlier alarms this morning but due to the time difference / jet lag, I didn’t make it here until 10am. I popped into a Tesco Express on the way to grab some flowers at @avidroyalfan’s advice – yellow of course, the brightest bunch I could find.

I made it over to the area around the pub and there were barricades and policemen everywhere. There was also a black Range Rover parked at the far end of Frith Street – the street they mentioned in the press release yesterday. It thought it was mildly crowded when I got there, but it didn’t even begin to compare to the crowd that had gathered closer to their arrival.

I really had trouble picking where I was going to stand – I didn’t want to be behind anyone, I just wanted to be up against the barricade, but given that the crowd was so relatively sparse on Frith Street (as opposed to right across from the pub on Dean Street) when I got there, I wasn’t sure they were going to come my way. I was also praying that I’d be on Kate’s side of the road if they came by – you guys know I love William, but if I had a chance, this once in a lifetime chance, I needed Kate. I went with my gut, a little further down the road than where the crowd at the time had started to assemble, so I could be right against the barricades. From the moment I got to the barricade, I was literally shaking, and I am not exaggerating – you can see it in one of the videos.

I passed the time talking to some lovely people – some of whom planned to be there and some of whom happened to stroll by. I met a lovely woman, Cath, who took tons of photos without me even asking – she just saw how excited I was and took the photos to send to me. Another woman named Teri did the same – just out of the kindness of their own hearts. Those are most of the photos you guys are going to see – I took a bunch while Kate was walking around, but I didn’t want to put my own camera in her face if she was standing right in front of me.

I stood for more than four hours start to finish and I do not regret it in the slightest. I thought a lot about what I was going to say to her if I had the chance – I’ve thought about it so many times over the years, but what could I really say that would summarize more than 10 years of pure admiration and adoration in 30 seconds or less? What could I – an American in London all the way from New York – possibly say to the UK’s next queen to tell her how much she’s meant to me for all these years?

There was a policeman right in front of me – his name was Thompson – who was subtly dropping hints about what was going on. He couldn’t say much but he did hint at the time we could expect them to arrive – about 12:45pm. He ended up pretty close – he told me that he got randomly assigned to the event today and that he (and basically the entire police force) would also be at the coronation. He also confirmed that they would be walking down Frith Street, where I was, though he wouldn’t hint at which of them was going to be on my side of the street.

By the time they arrived, the crowd had literally quadrupled – maybe even more. People were on the rooftops and hanging out of windows. Very few of them had flowers. Businesses let people go on their steps to get a closer view. A helicopter was circling above for security. There were policemen and RPOs everywhere. I thought William and Kate were going to drive right up to the pub but instead they walked from the far end of the street – I suppose because they took the tube. Speaking of the tube, that’s the exact line I took this morning. That’s also where the (absolutely enormous) press pack was assembled.

I could tell when they arrived, even though I couldn’t see them right away, because the roar of the crowd and the sound of dozens of cameras clicking said everything I needed to know. As I was a bit further down the street, I didn’t get the greatest view, but it didn’t matter – you could see Kate from a mile away. That jacket was bright in and of itself but she literally glows. There’s just an inherent radiance about her that cannot be explained unless you see it in real life – she’s ethereal in photos, but they don’t even begin to do her justice. She’s radiant. Also, you can see that her hair is perfect no matter how far away you are. As they turned the corner to get to the pub, I was able to crane my neck a little bit to see them get closer to the door, and I saw The Hand with my own two eyes. William placed his hand on Kate’s lower back to guide her inside – we’ve seen photos millions of times, but seeing it with my own two eyes was unreal. Completely surreal.

They spent far less time inside the pub than I would’ve thought (unless time was flying because I knew they were coming), but again, you could hear them come out the door just by virtue of the roar of the crowd. Thompson the policeman then told me that Kate was coming to my side of the street. I thought I was shaking before – nope, not even remotely compared to how I was when I heard that she was coming my way. I saw William first across the street – he went through relatively quickly but I could somewhat hear him saying “nice to meet you” over and over, shaking hands, laughing, the usual. He’s huge – I always knew he was tall but he’s massive, tall and broad. You could tell from twenty feet away - he’s huge. At one point, I literally blurted out “he’s not wearing blue!” once I saw the brown coat. He was on the side of the road that had more people, and he moved along at a solid pace - it’s definitely true that Kate is a chatter, no wonder they gave her the side of the street with fewer people. She would’ve been outside for 3 hours if she was greeting the amount of people on William’s side. He’s honestly such a good sport – he was shaking hands, standing on his tip toes and craning over the barricades to greet as many people as possible. I could very clearly see the faces of the people looking directly at him – you can tell they absolutely love him. Such genuine smiles. The pure adoration and happiness in their eyes said everything one needs to know – those people absolutely love him like their own.

When Kate turned the corner from the pub towards where I was standing, I swear to god my heart jumped right into my throat and my stomach dropped. God, she’s beautiful. Like I knew this, it isn’t news, the entire world is perfectly aware that she’s one of the most beautiful women on the face of the earth…. but she still managed to stun me anyway. She’s radiant. Absolutely gorgeous.

Somewhere along the way, as she moved down the line of people in my direction, it occurred to me that I was legitimately going to meet, or at the very least greet, Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, after all this time, after so many years… I am not exaggerating when I say I was physically shaking. You can see it on my face in the photos even as she approached, before she came near me – I wasn’t panicking, I was just in awe. I’ve always known she was real of course, but she’s… actually real? Do you know what I mean?

She was moving so slowly compared to William – I swear he was already 75% of the way through his side of the crowd by the time Kate got to me. That’s when I really noticed that she is just so chatty – I didn’t notice her just greeting someone and then moving on quickly. She was so engaged. Every single person I could see was like entranced by her very presence - she’s literally such a vision. It’s not just me, it’s not just us – people are completely fascinated by her.

And then.

She came closer and closer – as I was on her left, I could see the ring. It’s huge – like, it’s big on camera, but the thing is enormous. I could not believe for the life of me that she was right there. I made sure to stick the flowers out enough and stand up straight and believe me when I say I didn’t have to remind myself to smile or make eye contact – I could literally feel myself beaming (right before she got to me):

When she came over, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Before I knew it, Kate was reaching to shake my hand and saying “nice to meet you” and I literally still cannot believe it. I handed over the flowers and I said to her:

“It’s nice to meet you, I just wanted to tell you that I have admired you for so long and that I also studied Italian Renaissance art history just like you did.”

When I said that I admired her, she said “oh, thank you!” as I continued to ramble about the art. She was still holding the flowers. I cannot believe that there are so many pictures of Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales holding bright yellow flowers that I got for her while smiling ear to ear – she handed them off before she moved onto the next person, so she is definitely smiling at me in those photos.

She then asked me if I liked studying art, and I said of course – she responded “me too!” After that, she asked me if I used it in my career, and I said no (which I don’t) but my master’s was a passion project. She then asked where I flew from (the accent, I guess) and I told her that I came from New York. She said that it was such a long way to come and that she was surprised at how many people have traveled so far for the big weekend. She touched my arm so sweetly for like the quickest second; she then said that it was going to be such a big event and that she was looking forward to joining the celebrations and that it was going to be good for everyone.

The last thing I said to her was “also, I ate in the pub last night because I heard you were coming!” and she responded with “oh that’s great, how was the food?” It was legitimately fantastic – I told her so – and she said that they would have to come back and try it when there were fewer people around.

It was then time for her to get moving so I just said “it was so nice to meet you” again and she said “nice to meet you, have a nice day!” Right before she moved on and as she was saying goodbye, she handed off the flowers and went on her way.

The whole thing lasted maybe two minutes, but I will remember it for the rest of my life. Her eyes are so green and she’s just so stunning up close and I just cannot believe she was that close to me and that we were able to talk and she is everything I have ever dreamed she would be and more. Just so sweet and gorgeous and engaged in what we were talking about – she didn’t just say “hi” and “bye,” you know? She listened to what I said and responded back without generalities… everything I ever dreamed of and more. I thought I couldn’t love her more – I do now. She has made my entire day and my entire life and I will literally never forget the vision of Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, Catherine Elizabeth, someone I have adored for more than a decade, standing in front of me.

I am so happy I could cry. I was stunned after - literally could not believe what just happened to me. Take a look at the video below - you can see part of our conversation and then just the pure shock at the end. My hands were literally shaking.

Once the shock wore off, I did in fact cry. They say never to meet your heroes – why not? How could you go wrong meeting someone you have idolized when that someone is Kate?

#my post #katie goes to london pt. 2 #prince william #prince of wales #kate middleton #princess of wales #I’m sorry for the shitty quality I did this from my phone in a Starbucks lol #also thank you all for being so sweet I literally could not ask for anything more #I love you all so much #Kate and Katie

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princesscatherinemiddleton · 4 months

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The Wales Family in 2023 ♛

So, coronations are less fun than I thought they'd be. Despite that, the coronation gave me some incredibly fun moments, from the Wales family volunteering together to the walkabout on The Mall, from seeing various royal families interacting (including besties Kate and Felipe!) to seeing the Princess of Wales on coronation day itself! In fact, we saw a lot of royal family interaction this year - William and Catherine travelled to Jordan for the wedding of Crown Prince Hussein to Rajwa al Saif, they hosted both the Crown Princely couple of Norway and the Crown Princess couple of Sweden at Windsor Castle, and long-time best buds Catherine and Felipe reunited at the Wimbledon Gentleman's Finals. Sport was another highlight of the year, with the Wales family attending rugby matches (x, x, x), tennis tournaments (x, x, x) and even appearing on a sporting podcast! Both William and Catherine gained several military positions during the year (x, x, x) and have had a go at driving armoured tanks. As well as working with their patronages, William and Catherine have been able to support their own interests. William has continued to promote the Earthshot Prize, and also started Homewards, an anti-homelessness initiative. Catherine, meanwhile, launched the next phase of her early years work with Shaping Us. And in a twist expected by no one, the Princess of Wales finally debuted the Strathmore Rose Tiara. On a personal level, William and Catherine gained a new nephew - little Inigo Middleton - as James and Alizee Middleton welcomed their first child. Next year, I am asking anyone who is listening for a week-long tour (or two!) because they have been sorely lacking this year! If not, I'd love to see William and Catherine continue to flourish in their new roles as Prince and Princess of Wales.

#mine #royaltyedit #yearreview #cambridge family #kate #will #george #charlotte #louis #shaping us: campaign launch #hmm meeting 23 #the coronation of king charles iii #coronation volunteering #eurovision23 #hussein and rajwa #ey symposium 23 #christmas carol concert 23

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thewales-family · 4 months

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Princess Charlotte of Wales's outfits in 2023.

•Easter Sunday church service at St George's Chapel in Windsor Castle on April 9th 2023 in Windsor, England.

•King Charles III and Queen Camilla's Coronation on May 6th 2023, at Westminster Abbey in London, England.

•8th birthday on May 2nd 2023, at Adelaide Cottage in Windsor, England.

•Coronation Concert on May 7th 2023 in Windsor, England.

•Big Help Out, during a visit to the 3rd Upton Scouts Hut in Slough on May 8th 2023 in London, England.

•Trooping the Colour on June 17th 2023, at Buckingham Palace in London, England.

•Father's Day on June 18th 2023, at Frogmore in Windsor, England.

•Visit to the Air Tattoo at RAF Fairford on July 14th 2023 in Fairford, England.

•Day fourteen of the Wimbledon Tennis Championships at All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club on July 16th 2023 in London, England.

•FIFA Women's World Cup Final on August 19th 2023.

•Volunteer at a baby bank in November 2023, to support struggling families ahead of Christmas, in Windsor, England.

•"Together At Christmas" Carol Service at Westminster Abbey on December 8th 2023 in London, England.

•Christmas card on December 9th 2023, in Windsor, England.

•Christmas Day service on December 25th 2023, at St Mary Magdalene Church in King's Lynn, England.

#princess charlotte #british royal family #england #2023 #december 2023 #year in review #year in review 2023 #outfits #princess charlotte of wales's outfits #the wales #my edit

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inkwardspots · 1 year

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you know. this bloke on the BBC called the coronation a once in a generation event.

but within the next twenty or so years, if charles even lives that long, we're gonna have another one.

the same pomp and circumstance and anointing in the name of a protestant god (lets not even mention the fact that prostentism is about being closer to god through scarcity. which the coronation was not.)

well done for inviting nhs nurses and volunteers as guests of honor. well done for getting a hindu prime minister to read a biblical verse. well done for getting peers of different faiths to present your ornaments.

well done for being so inclusive and understanding of your kingdom's needs. well done to the monarchy for being a reassuring presence during this period in our history of poverty and political and social upheaval.

well done for being an utter cad who couldn't read the mood of entire bloody country.

#uk politics

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paperback-rascal · 10 months

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I wonder WHO put the notice into the system... hm?

what if two schools of thought clashed together during Clone Wars - due to the high demand for clone trooper production, Kaminoans had to cut corners but also didn't want to do it because they're perfectionists BUT also ever since the war begun the cloners had to work more closely with Jedi who are humanists, and were very displeased how rigorous Kaminoans approach clone production (<- A/N of course I'm 80% sure it's part of canon/legend).

To humor the Jedi (and dodge possible inspection from their employers - the Republic) special evaluation board was created to settle whenever "problematic" clones should be decomissioned due to their mutations/defects/injuries/etc. or not.

Kaminoans didn't treat this idea seriously - it was just for the show. The cloners didn't treat Jedi seriously in overall - at best they viewed them as nuisance that interfere with their job. Also since Jedi are now heavily involved in warfare, it was believed the evaluation board meetings would be a minor setbacks in clone production.

Having to choose between Shaak Ti and Ro (Two Jedi masters stationed at Tipoca City), Kaminoans chose Ro for the job as they believed they found themselves an ally - a man of science amongst the Jedi.

Ro is Jedi healer who is very skeptical of the Force (especially Force healing) due to him being terminally ill (no amount of healing trances, healing crystals and mediation could cure his progressing illness). Thus having nothing but wait his approaching demise, desperate, he turned to science to deepen his knowledge of death and is now renowned coroner.

However working at Tipoca City morgue, Ro found a lot of… discrepancies. Not ALL of the cadavers at the morgue came from battlefields… and some freak accidents at Kamino training facilities… were more… suspicious than accidental.

Still kaminoans, especially at the beginning, didn't treat Ro seriously as well. Thus the second person recruited for "defective clones' physical and combat ability evaluation" was Kaminoan scientist - doctor Tanga Sa-Nayon. Tanga was young (barely graduated his internship), naive, full of himself and simping for Nala Se. He volunteered to work with Ro just to be noticed by mistress Se.

Ro immediately picked up Tanga's aloofness and he retaliated accordingly by being difficult just out of spite. Also Ro personally hated when he was taken lightly especially when judged by his deepening disability. Not to mention he can't stand incompetence and Tanga Sa-Nayon leans more toward being a buffoon.

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Hardest working royals of 2023 revealed

Princess Anne tops list with more than 450 engagements with the King also increasing his time spent at public events

Patrick Sawer, Senior News Reporter and Hannah Furness, Royal Editor for The Telegraph

Princess Anne was the hardest working royal this year, carrying out 457 engagements as she lent steadfast support to her brother in his role as monarch.

The King was ranked in second place, having taken part in 425 royal engagements, while his brother the Duke of Edinburgh was third, with 297 engagements.

The Queen was fourth with 233 royal engagements and the Duchess of Edinburgh fifth with 219.

An analysis by The Telegraph of public events and official meetings based on entries published in the Court Circular showed that the Princess Royal continued to be the most industrious member of the family.

Princess Anne and the King were among members of the Royal family to increase their workload over the past year, after taking on many of the duties and engagements previously conducted by the late Queen Elizabeth.

A separate analysis last year by Reboot SEO company showed that Princess Anne carried out 214 royal engagements, while the King took part in 181.

In a typical average week this year, Princess Anne undertook between 12 and 14 engagements.

Her busiest month was February, when the Princess Royal undertook 57 engagements, which included trips to Australia and New Zealand.

Richard Fitzwilliams, a royal commentator and former editor of The International Who’s Who said: “Anne is one of the best advertisements for the Royal family because she is hardworking, she is dedicated and she is popular because people look at the way she handles things and they like it.

“The public see Anne as someone who is grounded, I think the institution does need her very much.”

The King’s workload over the past 12 months included a state visit to France in September as well as his own Coronation on May 6.

Some of his busiest days have involved back-to-back meetings at Buckingham Palace with ambassadors and other dignitaries and politicians, while the King has also undertaken numerous smaller-scale engagements in the community, visiting local projects and businesses.

Typical of this was his visit to the Broke Not Broken charity in Kinross in September, where he viewed its food bank store, and vegetable garden and met volunteers and members of staff, before visiting an art exhibition and a day centre.

The Court Circular shows that over the past 12 months both the Prince of Wales and the Duke of Gloucester carried out 172 royal engagements each.

The Princess of Wales undertook 128 and the Duchess of Gloucester 111. The Duke of Kent carried out 69 engagements.

An analysis of the number and type of royal engagements raises questions about the future of the monarchy, with the Prince and Princess of Wales taking a very different approach to that of the older generation.

The majority of day-to-day engagements are now carried out by those well into or approaching retirement age, with the Duchess of Edinburgh now 58 and the Duke of Edinburgh turning 60 next year.

The Waleses have deliberately chosen to focus on fewer patronages, hoping to use their power to shine a light on issues close to their hearts to make a bigger difference.

Traditionalists have raised questions over who will pick up the numerous daily visits around the country in the newly slimmed down monarchy with the Duke and Duchess of Sussex departed and the children of the Princess Royal, Duke of York and Duke of Edinburgh not working members of the family.

Dickie Arbiter, the royal commentator who was press spokesman for Queen Elizabeth from 1988 until 2000, said Princess Anne provided invaluable support to the King.

“She just gets on with it, often carrying out multiple engagements in one day,” he said.

“Of course much of what the King does is behind the scenes, in meetings and going through his red boxes, which doesn’t warrant a mention in the Court Circular.”

Mr Arbiter added: “Anne is a tremendous support to the King. He bounces ideas off her. For an ageing monarchy they are doing pretty well.”

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His first and only love

Abstract: If before Rhea Royce there was Y/n, the only one that Daemon really loved.

Pairing: Daemon x Fem Chubby Reader

Author’s note: Hello, I just finished writing this one shot, I hope you like it, if there are spelling or conjugation errors, I’m sorry I would correct them as much as I can.

Trigger Warning: fluffy, a little anxiety and mention of blood and death. (Yes, I know, it’s a strange mix.)

For all those who knew Daemon during the reign of Viserys and the dance of dragons, the only person he ever loved was himself or for some Rhaenyra. For all those who knew him before the coronation and could not speak now would tell you, that this was not the case. Daemon did not know that to drown his own grief, that he was only a shadow of himself, that he wanted only one thing, and it was not to marry anyone, Rhaenyra was only a piece of the giant chessboard in which Westeros was found.

During the reign of Jaehaerys I, life in King’s Landing was different, The days seemed to be clearer. The population of King’s Landing was less aware of crime, the guards doing their job properly.

You lived in a small house in King’s Landing, your parents worked in the city, they ran a small business, in which you worked to help your parents while you were engaged or to have enough savings to open your own business. You did not live in the noblest part of King’s Landing, nor in the poorest. You rubbed shoulders with people of all backgrounds except the nobles of the castle, although for some deliveries of goods, your father went with an employee to the castle, but no interaction other than with two or three servants took place.

You had never left the city, the journeys were dangerous and required a lot of money, although in your being you wanted to be able to travel freely, to discover the islands of several travelers passing through King’s Landing told the stories. See even from afar the gardens of Highgarden, a winter in the north under the snow mountains, islands and warm lands east of Westeros. When dragons flew over the city you could not help but look at them, imagining what it could be like to travel the world. The only trips you were allowed were when you exchanged goods with a city near King’s Landing, more generally it was your father and an employee, armed in case of possible conflict on the roads, their journey lasted at least a week on good days.

Your first encounter with Daemon took place on a great hunting day.

The big hunt was organized by the king, some merchants were called to provide materials, food and drinks for the duration of the event. The palace placed an order in your parents' shop, asking for goods to be delivered on site. Your parents had organized the trade for the week that made up the big hunt. Your mother would stay at King’s Landing, doing the business, with an employee and an apprentice. You had volunteered to help your father, even though you were a young woman, you had become versatile in your business, whether it was for sale, organization or even repair what had to be done when no men were present. You knew where your goods were placed, their cost, how to move them and place them on the wagon. It wasn’t a burden to you, just normal.

You followed your father when he put the goods in the wagon, explaining that the trade was in good hands, that you were independent enough to help him. You brought him all the arguments that came to mind, you ended up helping him to place wooden crates, placing them so that they take up the least space on the wagon, so that you could place more goods.

You watched your father get on the wagon, take the reins in hand, employ him who went with him sitting beside him. You sighed, ready to turn around and go home. When you heard your father.

“You can come, you have ten minutes to prepare. If you’re not back by then, we’ll be gone.”

You hastened to take a bag where you placed a few clothes, the essentials, a dress, a pair of stockings, a long shirt, a clean ribbon to bind your hair if it were likely to fall before your eyes (if it was of no use to you, it could still be used as a bandage in case of injury), and a pair of underwear (mainly a panty, the long shirt serving as underwear of the upper body at the time). It wasn’t a tourist trip but for work, you don’t allow yourself any frivolity.

In less than 10 minutes you took what you needed and ran towards the wagon, you went up to the back and sat on one of the big crates, placing your bag on your lap, your mother said goodbye from afar, just like the employee and the apprentice staying with her. Your heart was palpitating, for the first time you would see the outside of the city, even if it was going to be just from the road and the forest, it didn’t bother you.

The trip took only one day, you could see the walls of the city moving away. The path was rocky and unpleasant, but it didn’t take away from your good mood. As night fell, you had to set up the little tent made of linen and wood. While beginning to unload the wagon, other traders had arrived before you and others continued to arrive, the servants of the noble houses also arrived, placing the large tents of the noble houses that participated in the great hunt. It was only late at night that you stopped, sleeping in the tent, your father sleeping in the wagon with your employee.

The next day at sunrise, you helped the employee to undo the tent, your father had gone to the king’s servant, with whom he used to work, to explain to him that everything that had been asked was delivered.

The nobles arrived at the tale tasted, you recognized certain coats of arms, several knights serving houses other than Targaryen were customers, growing up, you recognized several easily. The few Lannister representatives had arrived first, followed by the Baratheon house, and so on, coaches arrived or more simply simple horsemen. A thud in the distance made you stop as you started loading the wagon with the tent materials. You looked into the forest, but saw nothing. A violent gust of wind caused the hair to shake, Aube, the youngest of the hair pulling your wagon, moved a little violently, he was on the alert. The more the minutes went by, the more he agitated, your employee tried to calm him down. Your heart beat a little louder than usual, you were concerned about the stress of Aube, it was of a calm nature, something must have frightened him.

A cry made you land on earth, Aube had just put it on the ground while freeing himself. You went after him when you saw the man get up.

For several tens of minutes you walked the path that Aube had taken, the minutes turned into an hour and then into two. You end up getting lost, if at first you weren’t afraid, the more time passed, the more fear would engulf you. The forest was not a place that was customary to you, you did not know how to spot yourself, for nearly an hour you had left the path, noticing traces of hooves turning away from the road to rush into a much denser part of the woods. You had walked alone in the forest, although with time you said it was stupid to have rushed so much into the vegetation. The sun almost did not pass the foliage, some rays that reached the ground allowed you time although difficult to move. All of a sudden, a whimper froze you on the spot, you recognized Aube, you went towards the whimper, to discover Aube in what seemed to be a hole in the forest, the sun was dimly lighting the place, the trees forming huge shadows on the ground. You wanted to approac Aube but was caught hearing a loud noise, a feeling of warmth running through the place, as if the temperature had increased by tens of degrees in an instant.

The thud seemed to resonate, you slowly turned your head in this direction, afraid to see a wild animal, ready to jump on you at the slightest movement.

Opening your eyes, you were greeted by a big yellow eye split like the eye of a cat, scales of a purple red and lighter surrounded it, the scales became larger as you moved away from the eye, you saw his mouth open, letting through a warm wind, on the end of its head was larger scales. Your heart was pounding, you weren’t moving, hoping you’d disappear from his sight if you didn’t. A man’s voice moved the enormous beast in front of you.

“Caraxes, Henujagon zȳhon”

The head moved, you could see that it was attached to a long neck, followed by a body and two wings two legs and a long tail. You breathed out the breath you were holding, trying to see who had spoken. You saw a young man with long silver hair and pale skin, your heart missed a beat, never had you thought of meeting a Targaryen, much less in a moment like this. Aube was out of your head, just like everything around you.

Your return to King’s Landing was tumultuous, your father had worried, he had gone looking for you, to meet you a few hours later. You held Aube by his tether, and walked on the way back to the camp. He had spent the hours that followed questioning you, worried, but you reassured him, nothing had happened. He could smell a slight burning smell on you, but he said to himself that it was due to the fire of the night. You didn’t tell him about your meeting with the Targaryen prince. How you spent a few hours talking to each other, how the discussion seemed so simple, so accessible. Or questions about dragons, about life in the city. The prince had been very courteous in your company, to the point where your heart was racing when Daemon smiled at you.

The weeks passed, and the thoughts around the prince continued to fill your mind. Your mother was watching you, seeing that you were thinking for long minutes at times. But that was your little secret.

One evening just before closing the shop a messenger came through the door, he brought a suckling letter destined. Fortunately you had learned to read and write due to the future keeping of the commercial storybook. Your mother introduced you, you came out of the back room to get the message. When you took refuge in your room, you opened the seal on the letter, sealed it in the shape of a three-headed dragon, and you were hoping for a message from Daemon.It was the beating heart, sweaty hands and the ball in your belly that you began to read the letter.

In this one, Daemon was asking you to join him on one of the streets adjacent to your parents' store that night.

This small night getaway was the first of many.

The first escapades took place in the streets of the city, at night, in the middle of street shows, street plays or puppets, fire-eaters and acrobats. You weren’t drinking alcohol to the point of being drunk.

During the next outings, Daemon took you to see Caraxes, wanting you to be more comfortable with the dragon for your next encounters. He had in his mind the desire to please you with your intention to travel, to leave at night for a destination of your choice, for destinations he knew or not.

Daemon for the first time in his young life felt fulfilled, when he was at your side, the ambitions of the throne more encumbered his mind. His heart beat at a frantic pace when he saw you smile, he felt as if he was losing his words by dipping into your eyes y/y/c. Your rounded shapes made him want to take you in his arms and spend the night there.

The more time passed, the more Daemon became infatuated with you, he found it harder and harder to separate himself from you, so hard that he was ready to sneak you into the Red Keep. You became over time the person he cared about most in the world.

The change in Daemon’s behavior was becoming more and more visible at the castle. To the point that the king’s hand undertook to have the prince followed, not that the prince could not go where he wanted, he was not a young woman, but the expenses to which he was inclined to make him questioned. The prince had already had adventures but during none of them he bought jewelry, or fabric from Essos, never the servants of the dragon’s Pit had come to report that the prince had taken a young woman during the night on the back of Caraxes. Although Daemon was not the first choice for ascending the throne, future votes for the succession of (king) began to cross the mind of the king and Daemon was one of the possible choices. He couldn’t afford to fall in love with a commoner.

The days became weeks and months, and eventually years. And while your relationship was secret at first, you and Daemon seeing you in some hostels, or late at night in the streets of King’s Landing. But as time passed and your meetings were less and less discreet, more and more people in the city witnessed your relationship, just as the servants of the castle, who in the morning could see that you had spent the night with the prince, whether it’s talking by the fire, or Daemon reading one of the Library books lying on his bed with your head resting on his chest. Questions about your relationship became more and more present, the king’s hand had heard of your origins, you were not a prostitute, which reassured him for a time. But the attachment of the prince worried him, it had to cease, for the good of the crown, a vulgar commoner could not be in such a long relationship with a Targaryen without risking the loss of title held by that person. It also meant losing a dragon in a major conflict and risking having it as enemies. His plan was simple, everything had to happen quickly and in no time Daemon would have forgotten you. But it didn’t happen so easily.

The plan was a simple bargain, your relationship for gold, so you could leave King’s Landing and leave the prince. But you refused with enthusiasm, it had touched your pride. The second plan was an assault and a strong intimidation.

You were in Daemon’s chambers, lying next to him. Caressing his chest, you had not told him about the bargain, not wanting to worry Daemon. The beating of his heart soothed yours. The ambient silence was serene. Nothing could disturb you. Daemon delved into his thoughts, imagined how to make your union legitimate, how he could convince the king, imagining you in the temple of Baelor, dress up in a dress in Targaryen colors, then flee, that you are equal in the eyes of all. His decision was as clear as the purest water. You would be his wife, his equal, his queen. Rising up he put his lips against yours.

“Do you have to get up, my love?”

“I won’t be long, Byka zaldrīzes, I’ll order a servant to help you get dressed and wait for me.” His voice was soft, his words were only a whisper.

“Did you have in mind Daemon?” You were intrigued, he liked to surprise you, although some did not come without trouble.

"Aren't you serious, Daemon?"

Daemon put on his pants, his shoes and a shirt, he didn’t worry about having knots in his hair, that he wasn’t the most presentable. But his request was important.

Jaehaerys had become paler. Daemon's words seemed to resonate in the room.

“I want to get married. If you don’t agree, I would do it without your consent.”

“Your own children would be bastards. You would lose your title of prince.” Jaehaerys was trying to reason with Daemon, all this could not be true.

“I don’t care about a title or a castle, the whispers of the corridors make me understand that I would not be chosen as your successor!”

“Whether she is a merchant or a prostitute will not change my decision. You will not marry a common person.”

"Fuck the throne and your choice." Daemon’s eyes were darkened, his head high and his back straight, he looked at the king.

Daemon turned around, approaching the door, and heard the king speak to him, but he had no intention of listening. He opened the door sniffing what startled the knights guarding the door. He went out and walked in the corridors full of the king’s words. He paid no attention to a servant running towards the wing of his apartments, nor when a first knight ran in the same direction. He was so immersed in his mind that it was only when three other knights passed him in gleaming armor that thought something was going on. At first he thought of a dispute between several lords present at the castle. But this thought was swept away in a gust of wind when he recognized screams.

Daemon’s heart was pounding, he first walked quickly before starting to run down the corridors and stairs.

The corridor leading to his apartments was guarded by two guards, he passed them by force, a ball formed in his belly, a horrible one now invaded him. The presence of several mestres was not a good sign. He could see a man held by several guards, the servant who was to help you was kneeling on the side of the door, she was in tears, when she aimed Daemon, she was panicked.

“I’m so sorry… my prince… I couldn’t…”

Daemon’s heart was palpitating to break everything, something serious had just happened to you, his throat began to tighten, his chest would have gotten closer to the open door. A maester stood between him and said door.

“Prince Daemon… This is not a scene you have to witness,” he put his hand on Daemon’s shoulder. “We couldn’t do anything.”

Daemon’s blood was freezing, his temples were beating to the rhythm of his heart, his ears were whistling. He pushed the maester and all the others who wanted to prevent him from entering.

The room was in disorder, several books and furniture were overturned on the ground, the large curtain hanging from the window was torn off and on the ground. A smell caught his nose, he knew this smell, he had already experienced some battles. He smelled blood. Looking down on the ground, he was caught with a hiccup, his hands shaking, he approached the very large pool of blood running through the ground. With tears in his eyes, he fell to his knees, the vision before him, ended by breaking his heart.

You were lying on the ground, the long shirt you wore was soaked in blood, the men present had tried to stop the bleeding, in vain. You were staring into the ceiling. Daemon came closer to your body, tears running down his eyes, he took your body still warm against him, it could not be true, you were not dead.

"My love, wake up. I beg you." He began to flip over himself, as if to rock your body and reassure himself. “Y/n, you’re alive I know, you know I don’t appreciate his jokes.”

For several hours Daemon, you had kept in his arms, his long silver hair was soaked with your blood.

“My prince… she died…”

A young maester had just spoken, but Daemon was not moving.

“Who did this…” the prince’s voice was just a whisper, the people present were not sure if they heard correctly. “I said! Who did this?”

The maesters were petrified by the anger emanating from the prince. They were afraid that the least of their words could lead them to be cruelly executed. Daemon raised his head, his purple eyes were so dark that they were black. The younger men trembled, while the older men tried to find the appropriate words.

«We were called by the young maid, she had heard noises of struggle before entering» A guard posted in front of the door had just spoken. “When we arrived, the man was still there, he had just stabbed her, we were able to catch him before he had time to escape.”

"Who is he?"

"We know not my prince."

"Where is he?"

"He has just been taken into the dungeons, my prince."

The anger that devoured Daemon was not enough to multiply tenfold, the mestres hard to negotiate to recover your body. But after several attempts, Daemon let you be taken away.

It was covered with blood that he went to the prison in the dungeons. He must have known why you had been taken from him. Knowing who he had to burn, rip off his head and torture.

The cell was extremely dirty, he paid no attention to the foul smell. The man in front of him was covered with blows on his face, his beard was covered with blood, the arches cut, the split lip and several missing teeth. Daemon took it out on him.

"Why did you do that? I wouldn’t repeat myself!"

“I… I have been paid…”

"By whom?"

“T… the hand of the king… the new hand of the king…”

Daemon had his blood both burning and freezing. Realizing who had ordered your execution. And though he did not know why the hand wanted your death, Daemon was going to take revenge, in the most cruel way, he was sure of it.

“Otto Hightower….”

Traduction : Henujagon zȳhon / Leave her

Byka zaldrīzes / Little dragon

#daemon x reader #Daemon x chubby reader #Daemon Targaryen x chubby reader #Daemon Targaryen x reader #House of the dragon fiction

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