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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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Mafia!Lance Stroll Headcannons

Warnings: Fake dating, you're an escort, Lance pays you to date him, wants his dad off his back about forming an alliance

A/N: Let's get it took me a while to find a plot but I did

good money, good money, you'd never have to work again money

your Madam handed you the contract as you sat in her office

Stroll

you knew that name, everyone in Canada did

The Stroll family, the largest, richest, most powerful

family in Canada that ruled it with an iron fist

you scuff throwing it on her desk saying no

no way would you go out with the leader of such an awful

family

your Madam chuckles, taking off her glasses and tells you it's

the son

you hate the way you second guess

you'd seen what the infamous Lance Stroll looked like

picture in the media once in a while

he screamed daddies money, but also had this soft edge to him

seeing your hesitation she knows she's got you

tells you that you'll be meeting him for dinner to get to know

one another

she refuses to tell you why he needs an escort, that he could

just looks at one and they'd gladly do whatever he wanted

arriving to the place you curse your heels hating them

they're new and started to dig into your skin

the door opens, a young man stepping out

He's wearing black dress pants with a silk royal blue shirt

the first 2 buttons undone

When the male looks up, you instantly know him

Lance Stroll

taking a deep breath you place that mask on perfectly

You say his name, drawing his attention you move to

plaster yourself to his side but he steps back

tells you that he doesn't need you to do that

escorts you into the restaurant to the back where a private area is

set up for the two of you

sitting down he gets right to business letting you know why

you are needed

faking dating

his father was starting to push marriage onto him and he needed

a way to stop it and that his brother in law gave him the idea

that dinner was 2 years ago

2 years of fake dates that started to feel real

fake touching that became private and reserved for the two of you

fake kisses that actually took your breath away

except that was all it was, fake

you still did your job going on smaller scales to make money

Lance hated it

he was paying you good money why'd you still need to escort

you scuff telling him this was fake and while he was paying you

when this ended you would need this job

It always leaves a bad taste in Lance's mouth

this relationship kept his father at bay not mentioning the

marriage contracts again

tonight was a family dinner one who've done a thousand times

yet the two of you were left unaware of the guests and who'd

be joining the dinner tonight

Lance's breath was taken away seeing you

wearing this gorgeous emerald dress, his favorite color

a set of emerald earrings and necklace adored your skin

he had bought you those jewels

Adjusting his pants he has calm him down

Lance couldn't help it, he always loved seeing you wear

what he bought you especially with how gorgeous

you made the pieces

noticing the movement your red wine lips tip up

you tease that you'll take care of that later

arriving to the dinner Lawerence meets you at the door

Kissing both cheeks and then hugging his son he ushers

you to the dinner table

Lance and his father talk, stepping into the room you freeze

coming face to face with a client you've been out with

multiple times but stopped when you noticed that he knew Lance

Lawerence clocks the reaction immediately but chooses not to

mention it

your stiff the entire dinner, waiting for the other shoe to drop

but it never does until dessert

Lawerence is the one who brings it up about how your client

keeps giving you these looks, he fakes the image

of a worried father, that his son's woman was being eyed like meat

Lance tells his father it's fine but he ignores Lance's words

The client just laughs saying he does know you but it's a secret

the man winks, you feel your stomach twist in knots

Lance's hand molding with yours squeezes it

Rage is forming Lance's usually indifferent face

it scared you how easily he could flip

Lawerence hums saying you probably knew each other since

your an escort

the sound of silverware on china stops, eyes moving to you

Lance licks his lips, cranes his neck ands sits back in his chair

Lawerence asks if he is wrong the air in the room changing

it was no longer relaxed, but a spoon could cut the tension

dropping your head you whisper that he's not wrong

He asks you if his son is a client as well and that he hopes

he pays his whore well

Lance slams a hand on the table furious at his father calling you that

Defends you, but you just settle a hand on his back

you whisper that you're leaving

Lance tries to follow you but men in black swarm him

refusing to answer his calls, texts, even knock on your door

fed up one day you rip the door open, ready to yell

but you snap your mouth shut seeing the large frame

of Lawerence Stroll standing in your doorway

Asks if you'll invite him which you do

slaps an envelope of money on the table

telling you that you need to disappear and never return

he slides a black box to you

you hate the joy and hope bubbling in your chest

tells you that you can marry Lance

that you had...tainted him for prospects of marriage

you can't help the laugh that escapes about you tainting Lance

he was long tainted before you bedded him

Lawerence watches as you grab the box, flipping it open

it was gorgeous

a small round emerald with tiny little diamonds around it

making the jewel look like a flower on your finger

Lawerence shakes his head and nods at a guard at your door

Lance stands there, eyes and hair wild looking like he hasn't

slept

Neither of you care for the audience as you launch yourselves

at one another

Lance has a few tears escape but hides them as he buries his

face in your neck

whispers how much he loves you as he holds you close

Lawerence might not approve of your relationship

but this one was one that Lance chose

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reallyromealone · 2 months

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May I request Leona K. x male reader? Reader is like Isabella Madrigal from Encanto. He is florokinetic, is beautiful and graceful in every way, and has a sass streak. Maybe just enemies to lovers? Thank you, and take your time!

Title: careful it's carnivorous

Pairing: Leona kingscholar x reader

Fandom: twisted wonderland

Warnings:

Notes:

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

Flowers.

Everywhere.

God Leona hated spring, it was when his least favorite classmate was fully... Himself.

Everyone knew (name), his floral magic was like nothing anyone had seen before and annoyingly perfect as he provided professor Crewel a flower he needed through magic.

"We will be pairing our all in groups of two, the names for each group are on the chart by the door" Crewel said simply as the class ended, each student going to check theit name on the list before leaving "oh you have to be kidding" (name) grumbled as he looked at the chart, his name was right beside the most insufferable person at this schools, Leona Kingscholar. "You better pull your weight!" (Name) seethed and Leona rolled his eyes "why don't you stop telling me what to do?" He drawled out with a catty smile, (name) fuming before storming off.

Leona grumbled as he walked into the greenhouse, (name) already gone to work at collecting things "couldn't you just magic the supplies? Or is your magic just good for making flowers" Leona said mockingly and (name) rolled his eyes "it would be unfair of us to do that, I'm not gonna cheat my way through this" now it was Leona's turn to roll his eyes as he looked at (name) "what are we even doing?"

"Luck potion" an extremely difficult potion, one mistake and they wouldn't even remotely have time to make a new one with its fermenting process.

"You think we can handle that?"

"If you stop lazing around, we absolutely could" (name) was self-assured, as always and Leona scoffed at him "god you're insufferable"

"I can't, I'm sorry" (name) said over the phone, it was known in the Pomefiore dorm that (name) had a complex relationship with his family, especially his grandmother who treated him like a trophy of sorts "I-im sorry, I have too many commitments here"

Another engagement offer.

He wasn't some bargaining chip.

After phone calls, he often found himself sitting in the greenhouse alone, frustration and hurt seeped through him as he let his composure slip, god he was just so done.

Being the eldest of seven, the responsibilities fell on him aways and he knew he made his grandma upset when he chose night ravens college over royal swords academy but he did it because he wanted this school, it had what he wanted.

Leona sighed as he walked through the halls of the academy, doing the patrols before bed when he saw a familiar figure walk towards the greenhouse "oh?" Well tonight was sure interesting to say the least, after all... "Wow, the perfect one breaking a rule? Isn't this funny" (name) turned to see Leona smirk down at him "just... Shut up" (name) whispered as he stood up "you can be cocky and shit but just... Shut up for once" (name) whispered as vines grew around the garden "can't you just leave me alone for once?"

"Wow, wheres the bite you usually have? Come on, pretty boy" Leona taunted and (name) felt his patience wear thin "can you just fuck off!" He yelled as cacti grew around them, the two stunned "you can grow those?"

"Apparently I can" (name)s grandmother always told him he could only grow flowers... "So why are you out here, little Mr. Perfect?" (Name)s mood shifted as he glared at him "oh shut up, you lazy ass!" He spat back and Leona grinned, there was the snarky flower boy he knew and hated "god you can't shit your trap! God if you could use that energy for being a shit maybe use it for our project!"

"And maybe you could stop being so annoying for once and I would actually want to do it!"

"Asshole!"

"Priss!"

And somehow, (name)s foul mood about his grandmother was gone as the two argued down the ball and a tiny cactus with two flowers on it sat in the greenhouse.

The following day, Leona grumbled as he felt vines grab his ankle "hurry up before I drag you!" (Name) said as he strutted down the hall, looking flawless as Leona glared but followed, other students admiring (name) as he passed and bloomed flower crowns on each of their heads.

"(Name)" malleus said softly, staring down (name) as he and Ace were leaving the lab "Malleus" (name) said coldly, leaning back when malleus got closer "absolutely not, we are not doing this again" (name) glared and waved a bunch of flowers at his face as he and Leona went into the lab, locking the door behind them "I know he's insufferable but what was that about?" Leona stretched and (name) rolled his eyes, taking out their supplies from the small lockers they reserved.

"My grandmother tried to have me engaged to him, malleus was all for it but I said no because god if I have to hear about gargoyles one more time..."

"He never shuts up about them, also how is it I manage to show up to things before him!" Leona fired back as they started the project, both talking heatedly about the fae prince.

It was the first time they agreed on something.

After that, their conversations were less hostile and Leona actually found himself enjoying (name)s company.

(Name) walked into the greenhouse later in the afternoon and saw Leona sleeping in a sun beam, rolling his eyes at this (name) grabbed a notebook he forgotten and went to walk out but before he did... "He's sleeping, he won't know" and like that a leaf grew right where the sun was hitting his eyes.

Only Leona was awake and was smirking as (name) clicked the door shut.

After that, working with (name) was far more tolerable, the two actually not going at each other much to everyones surprise and when something strange happens... Rumors start.

"Apparently, you and I are engaged because you blackmailed my family" (name) teased as he looked over the sleeping hybrid "really? I heard we had a passionate makeout session after you confessed to me with a bouquet of roses" Leona said back and the two chuckled at the nonsense that their classmates came up with as they focused on their work-- well (name) did, Leona relaxed in the corner.

Then his phone went off.

Again

And again

"Hello grandma, yes I did hear--- well I am not interested in him! So I'm not marrying him! I don't care if he's a good connection!" (Name) angrily hung up And Leona raised an eyebrow "she sounds like a bitch" Leona said simply and (name) sighed "she isn't the best" (name) mumbled "she wants me to marry someone so she can get up in the social latter... But I would rather eat glass then be with the people she offered me to"

"Who would you want?"

"Someone who isn't pretentious, not going to put me in a box and doesn't make me act perfect"

"Act?"

"You think I want to be like this? Perfect? Unable to make a mistake?"

He just wanted to garden.

And that is when Leona fell.

(Name) was awkward after the project finished, looking over at Leona who was about to fall asleep but took notice of (name)s slight deflation "come on rabbit food" Leona grumbled as he dragged a confused (name) "where are we going?"

"Don't worry about it princess" (name) looked offended at the nickname, he was a prince at least!

And that's when it happened, in a forgotten corner of the school.

A kiss.

"Still think you're an ass"

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voltronisanobsession · 9 months

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Heyyy can you please do Keith Kogane x a reader who is a space princess?? I love your work btw!!

Keith Falls for a Space Princess Headcanons

Thank you so much, I’m so happy you enjoy my writing!!! I hope you don’t mind that I did headcanons💔 I found this so cute bro I CANT 😭

Also I got another request similar to this one so I’ll debate if I’ll write a different scenario or not!!

Keith’s first impression of you wasn’t anything too extraordinary

Lowkey believed that you would just be another person they rescued from the Galra💀

But once finding out that you were a space princess like Allura, coming from a long line of ancient alchemists and sorcerers, it really peaks his interests

Depending on if you meet before he finds out he’s part Galra or after, that’ll start off the relationship

If we’re talking before, it would be a relatively chill introduction

Being a space princess often gathers you a lot of recognition but Keith captures your attention because of his lack of interest

While you’re used to many treating you with high respect, Keith just treats you normally, with the same tough attitude he has with everyone!

He basically treats you like a normal person, something you haven't felt in a loonnngg time💔

But if it's after he finds out he's part Galra and reveals it, then things would be REALLY tense, on your end at least...

The Galra have made you and countless others suffer for centuries, so knowing one of the paladins of Voltron, who are working to rid of the Galra Empire, is galran himself 😶

Yeah you're especially tense around Keith, untrusting toward him which bothers him for some reason

BUT MOVING ON

Of course, your own curiosity toward the boy ultimately leads you to spending more time with him

At first, he might find your lingering presence somewhat annoying since he isn't used to someone giving him all this extra attention

Always asking him questions during his training, sticking with him when out on missions

At one point, Keith gets used to your presence, a sense of normalcy falling between the two of you quickly as the weeks pass quickly

He opens himself up to you slowly, giving pieces of himself and his life to you while you do the same :D

He'll give you slivers of what his life was like on Earth while you share your own stories of life on your planet

He learns more about your culture, your duties as a princess, and even the history of your ancestors (something which you take pride in)

Because of the amount of time spent together, you guys grow close with every new mission and planet Voltron visits

And with this, this means that Keith begins to grow kinda protective of you?

LIKE LISTEN

He starts caring for you as time passes and he doesn't know exactly when things have been changing between the two of you??

He doesn't know when he began staring at you more often, he doesn't know when he began anticipating your arrival every morning, and he ESPECIALLY doesn't know when his heart began fluttering at the mere sight of you

Maybe it was the elegance that seemed to permanently stick to you after years of being in a royal court

Or maybe it was your constant nagging whenever he was around, sneaking past the walls he built around his heart

Or perhaps it was the caring hand you placed on his shoulder whenever his emotions got the best of him

He would totally go to Coran about possibly courting you because why not LMAO

Coran knows how princesses are supposed to be courted (hopefully), Keith just wants to impress you the best he can and fully believes only Coran holds the secret

So you’re just witnessing him falling over his own feet trying to approach you with uptight mannerisms while Coran watches his every move from afar

“For you my, uh, lady?” *holds out flower*

Cue Coran whispering loudly, “Good, good!”

Despite how endearing it is to see Keith try and keep up with the traditional courting, you have to reassure him that you don’t mind that he isn’t apart some royal family (he’s lowkey insecure that you might prefer someone with a similar background as you)💔💔

You like him for him, not caring for his status at all

With that, you both have a good flowing relationship, his intense personality softening with your own pleasant personality

He learns to control his emotions because of you while you learn to show more of your own because of him!!

You also show him the sort of sorcery you’re able to do, having learned from a young age to harness the power that resided into, which he finds SUPER cool and kinda confusing

He’s trying his best to understand😔

He still sometimes feels like he isn’t enough for you though so please PLEASE make sure to tell him other wise😭🙏🙏🙏

He holds you in a high regard because of your status as a princess, he makes sure to tell anyone he comes across that so they treat with respect😭😭

You’re lowkey embarrassed when he begins bragging about your heritage like bro stop😭

Yeah despite this, he still manages to not associate you with only being a space princess, but an honorary member of Voltron

He’s super soft for you I can’t😭😭

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geekgirles · 3 months

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"I would've preferred it if Amalia were our Queen instead."

"Like many others, sweetie, but you can't say that right now."

"Where did Amalia go, Mum?"

"She's gone explore the world, like she usually does."

Okay, but this little piece of dialogue is crucial to understand so many things about the Sadida and their opinion on their royal family.

And we stan that little girl. Yes, baby, I, too, wish Amalia was queen instead. I don't trust Armand and Aurora as far as I can throw them.

It's already been established Armand resents his sister not only because of her wanderlust or the fact that their father seemed to favour her, but because so does their people.

The fact that there are apparently many who support Amalia, the younger princess, over her brother, the Crown Prince, comes to show that for the Sadida actions speak louder than words.

There is no denying that both royal siblings care immensely about their kingdom. Armand was in the front lines when Nox attacked alongside King Oakheart and many of Amalia's best, most mature moments were in relation to her wanting to protect and serve her people. Like when she decided to stand up against Armand and inform their father of Nox's attacks back in season one, or how she was more than willing to forego her chance to marry for love and marry Harebourg instead if that meant her kingdom would survive Ogrest's Chaos in the OVA.

The difference between the two of them, however, especially in the eyes of their people, is their actions or, more accurately, the consequences of said actions.

Armand is the Crown Prince, and he remains in their kingdom carrying out his duties while Amalia went off to explore the world and have fun, away from her duties. At first glance, that should make Armand the better choice in the eyes of the Sadida, except that also means they've probably been far more subjected to his less pleasant moments.

Having to watch your tongue out of fear of severe punishment or even death just because the prince is sensitive over his bad breath is overkill, plain and simple.

Not to mention, every time Amalia left her kingdom, her adventuring evolved into a life-or-death mission to save the world.

With Nox, the fact that she ran away allowed her to gain the intel needed to go back home and warn them of the upcoming attack. Something Armand refused to do anything about until King Oakheart entered the picture and took matters into his own hands, all because he couldn't believe his sister would ever be more than a spoiled brat trying to run away from her responsibilities.

With Quilby, what at first was a simple, humanitarian mission to retrieve his dofus and welcome the Eliatrope children eventually turned into a desperate battle for the survival of their world.

Again, in the OVAs, the entirety of the Sadida kingdom was aware and celebrated Amalia's sense of responsibility and selfless decision to enter an arranged marriage for their sake. I haven't watched beyond the Throne of Ice, so I don't know if the Sadida ever found out Harebourg's true plans for their forest, but if they did, all the more reason to respect Amalia for refusing to put her people in jeopardy.

Finally, people talk. In season 3, it's made apparent that since Aurora entered the picture (at the very least), the royal siblings' relationship has strained practically to the point of no return. And while Amalia isolated herself and mourned her father's deteriorating health, it's very likely the castle guards and servants bore witness to how the prince's treatment of his sister worsened each day. So I wouldn't be surprised if word got out and the rest of the kingdom sympathised with Amalia either.

Now, it is true that while Amalia does have a sense of responsibility and duty to her kingdom and a deep love for her people, despite her royal upbringing, she is not really made for the stifling life of royalty. Hence, her constant wanderlust. In that regard, Armand is indeed the most reliable of the two.

It just so happens that when it comes to personal flaws and his treatment of others he is wholly unreliable. It's his way or the highway. And that is a very terrifying quality for a king to have, to be unable to compromise.

But most importantly, what really sets these two apart in the way their people perceive them is that while Armand is a prince, Amalia is a hero. And she has proven time and time again that she will do everything in her power to assure everyone's safety and well-being.

And that alone speaks volumes of a ruler's true character.

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theroyalyandere · 11 months

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Hi, can i ask for yandere prince with a childhood friend maid

yandere!prince x childhood friend!maid!reader (smut 18+)

cw: dark content, murder, unhealthy relationships, violence, stalking, non-con (non-consensual) content, virginity loss, blood, kidnapping

you and the prince were exactly at the same age that makes the both of you inseparable despite the queen's concern with her son being too close to a peasant luckily the king did not mind especially when he saw how cheerful his son is whenever you're around

you both did different kinds of mischief together causing headache to everyone in the palace

it's always been you and him together sneaking through secret passageways to escape his lessons and you escaping from your worried mother

years passed by his affections slowly became an obsession

there is not a moment that you are away from him, he constantly needs you by his side

as he grows up to be a fine prince and you a young woman, everyone decided that you two should no longer be allowed alone by yourselves especially how you two are unmarried

it would be a tarnish to the royal family's reputation if you were always seen by the young prince's side

despite the order coming from his mother the prince did not listen and it did affect the two of you but he didn't care

everyone majorly criticized you saying how you don't deserve him and how you are aiming for the crown and it hurts

so you distance yourself from your dear friend

bad idea because as soon as you avoided him

he caused chaos and panic when he suddenly became irritable and snappy

he even punished a bunch of servants because they displeased him

you think it will pass but it got even worse to the point he got into a fight with a viscount to defend you

he beat the man into black and blue then fell unconscious and the guards had to restrain him from the feral look at his face

his erratic breathing as he feels adrenaline rushing through him

his eyes lands on yours and you felt a shiver as he flashes you a grin

the man was later declared dead from the bruises that he received from the prince

no one could ever change their opinion on their prince

his reputation was tarnished, the royal family had to take measures to ease the public

he was berated by his mother who's words he only shrugged off

his world stopped when the word 'betrothal' left the queen's lips

he began to protest saying he wouldn't dare marry another woman if it wasn't you

the queen and the prince argument rang through the room allowing any passerby to hear the rumours

the word then began to spread that he is to be wed and his obsession about you

you slowly felt unsafe with the stares and whispers but you had to endure it for the sake of your livelihood

you continued to ignore him but the prince manages to follow you around, watching you do chores and interactions

what you don't know is that he often sneaks into the maid's quarters to stare at your slumbering figure

he would caress your skin and hair then kiss you

he had to restrain himself from his thoughts to completely devour you

his stalking continues until he saw another man showing interest towards you with no regards to the circulating rumours about his obsession over you

he watched with rage filling him as he saw how you return the man's affections

he clenches his fist as he kept repeating in his head that you're all his

the prince meets his fiancee, the poor girl couldn't even capture his attention

his nonchalance brought tears to her eyes as she watches him look over you, a maid who's being courted by a knight

sometime later, your engagement to the knight was announced

people are congratulating you with the prince's intentions darkening every second

if he can't make you look at him again, he will have to resort to more... forceful measures

so he found you alone one night, cornering you

you struggle within his grasp as he looks at you crazily

burying his face into your hair, inhaling your scent

"mmmm.. I fucking missed you so much. don't you miss me my girl?"

you whine and plead for him to let him go but it only spurs him on as he tightens his grip around you

"you're only mine, you hear me? Mine."

you shiver as his voice drips with danger

he tells you how's he's gonna change for you if you take him back

but you try to reason with him saying you two are already betrothed

he doesn't give a fuck and forcibly kisses you

his kisses were so rough you tried to bite him which made his lips bleed red

he chuckles and grows even more determined

"oh how wrong of you to do that foolish girl, I want to be gentle with you but I guess you want it rough."

your eyes widen and shake your head no as he carries you to a nearby room

you cry as he strips you naked, exposing your body to the cold air

he licks his lips as he unbuckles his pants

he grabs his hard cock dripping with pre

the prince pulls you towards him but you scramble away in a futile attempt

he's much stronger so he looks at you manically while you cry with fear from what he is about to do

he smiles down as he spreads your cunny open cooing how he's going to take your virginity

you keep screaming "no!" and beat his chest which angers him

he aligns his tip with your entrance then plunges without warning

you wail with pain as he does not allow you a second to accomodate to his size

he continues to take you as you cry from the pain and the situation

he only leans down to silence your crying

the prince looks down to see blood and slick coating his cock

he coos at how well you're taking him while you lay there crying and thrashing around as he fucks you against your will

he later makes you cum which renders you motionless and he soon follows after

you keep crying and pass out with exhaustion taking over you

he only grins as he kisses you softly before carrying you away to a secret place

he lays your body down into a soft bed and cleans you

he chains your wrists and legs into the bed so you won't be able to escape him

he kisses you one last time before tucking you in

the prince looks back lovingly before leaving the room

the room is hidden away inside the castle and no one has any access to it except him

the moment you wake up, you thought that what happened to you was only a nightmare until you see the chains around you and an unfamiliar room

the prince enters holding a tray of food and only smiles as he approaches you

you try to get away but he only pulls you towards him kissing you like a lover would

"now no once can take you away from me, ever."

a/n: I made it even darker, I hope you don't mind!

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queenvhagar · 26 days

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It's interesting that Rhaenyra is consistently framed as being "not like other girls" in such an extreme attempt at feminism that it veers way over to other side in that all the other girls in the story, especially those who act differently than she would or who act in opposition to her wishes, are somehow not as good as her or even evil.

As the show loves to show us, Rhaenyra's not like other girls. She loves being a bit of a rebel. She defies the rules of the world and doesn't care what anyone's opinion of her is. She embraces her sexuality. She's bold and says what's on her mind. Now, these are fine things for her as a character, for sure. The problem comes when looking at how the other girls are depicted and how the show expects you to feel about them vs Rhaenyra.

Alicent accepts her position in life as the daughter of a second son and marries for her family against her wishes. But it goes against what Rhaenyra wants, so she's evil. She should have just been more like Rhaenyra! Defied her father, said no to Viserys, went against the patriarchy... except Alicent does not have the privilege that Rhaenyra has as a dragon riding Targaryen princess, the king's beloved daughter and heir to the throne. What power did she have to resist the wishes of her lord father and the king? She acted like any girl of her time would, given the circumstances of her powerlessness, and yet somehow the show wants you to believe that's a character flaw.

Laena is second to Rhaenyra, something the show made painfully obvious when depicting her marriage with Daemon (which sucks especially because there was no indication that this was the case in the books; rather, her and Daemon were happily married and both were extremely close to Rhaenyra the entire time). Her death is changed from its original and unique tragedy to prop up Rhaenyra's eventual fate and its "epic" quality, so when it eventually happens we can view it as a true "dragonrider's death." Then, on the night of her funeral, her husbands finally gets with his first choice Rhaenyra. Laena who? She is made to look less in comparison to Rhaenyra.

Baela and Rhaena, despite having huge roles in the Dance and the aftermath, are largely sidelined by the writers. Baela's a fierce dragonrider like her mother... yet the only scene allowing her to show any aspect of that is left on the cutting room floor. Rhaena wants a dragon and is the only one of her family who isn't a dragonrider... yet the writers have yet to give her any personality beyond that or explore this aspect of her character with any depth. The twins' adult versions barely have any screen time or lines. Even when they are betrothed, seemingly without their prior knowledge, they can only smile by the side.

Helaena is a dragonrider, a dragon dreamer, a mother, a daughter. Forced to use her Targaryen royal womb to make heirs. But the writers aren't interested in exploring any aspect of her character in depth or showing her relationships with her family.

One woman is the exception, as she does share some qualities with Rhaenyra in that she's also not like other girls and the audience should root for her too... it's Rhaenys! She's got a dragon! She'll put it in the Greens' faces (never mind hundreds of innocents killed - so cool!). She'll call someone out for toiling their life in the service of men (even though she's done no differently with her own life!). And because girls support girls no matter what, of course she's Team Black all the way (even though her daughter died a continent away because of Daemon and her son was clearly killed because of Rhaenyra). Rhaenys will hitch onto the Black train despite everything that's happened, and in supporting Rhaenyra she'll take away Baela's claim to Driftmark and instead link both her granddaughters to the people who are the reason both of her children are dead...

#hotd critical #hotd analysis #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black

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hyatoro · 11 months

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Augustine Carver

SecondMaleLead!Yandere

Appearance: 6’2”, Ashy blue hair, gray eyes, noble clothing, well dressed, buff. (Picrew image at bottom.)

Setting: Villainess Isekai/Reincarnation Genre style story.

Heads up, the reader made for Augustine is probably the most described one since it’s going to be transmigration. Meaning that the reader will be taking the role of the villainess from the original story. Like literally inhabiting her body. If you want more general reader inserts, you should check out Franklin Russell and Hwang Minsu. Kayden Nguyen also has a more general reader but his is a psychic!reader.

She won’t be described in extensive detail about her appearance or anything, other than that she’s the image of current trends and has a naturally ‘cold and vicious’ appearance, as is typical of the genre she comes from.

Augustine was part of a cliche romance story where he played the part of the other strong man in an unnecessary love triangle who the poor little saintess could rely on when the crown prince was off doing whatever. Sometimes he was doing royal duties so that the 2ndML had time to shine, to build up the readers’ affection for the 2ndML. Other times the crown prince was in conflict with the saintess for more story building and relationship growth.

Basically Augustine Carver’s existence was used as a tool for the growth of the main couple’s relationship.

He cared about her. Wanted her to be happy. Wanted to win her heart.

And they trampled on his feelings by discarding him for their happily ever after.

He even went to war for them. Not exclusively because of them, because he’s a reasonable dude who was doing his due diligence as a noble, but him going to war and fighting for the main couple’s ideals was played up a lot in the novel. And though he wasn’t owed affection simply for helping her, the way the main couple threw him away left a bitter taste on his tongue. The way they shoved him out of the way and belittled him so that he couldn’t rise to become a problem for them in the future instead of fairly compensating him for his efforts after the war was over? Disgusting.

Forced to clean up their mess and then get out of their faces, any amicable feelings he had for the couple, especially since he had grown up as close friends with the crown prince, are extinguished. He’s not stupid. He knew what they were doing, as much as they wanted to play dumb whenever he spoke with them in person.

Reader, feeling rage and contempt for this, gets fucking yoinked into the world of the story.

The reader’s soul merges with the Villainess’, making them one and the same with twice the memories. So you’ll see me switch between “you” and “the Villainess” a lot, depending on current and past actions.

Ages during the story and after story:

Saintess 19 > 22

Crown Prince 20 > 23

Augustine 21 > 24

Villainess 20 > 23

2nd Prince 16 > 19

Setting Details:

Magic is real but sparse. We’re talking 1 in 300,000 kind of thing. Mages are given a lot of prestige, and many get employed by the royal family. Magic powers can range from just being able to light the stove, to massive fire balls, to insane weapons of mass destruction shit. There’s also healing too.

The Saintess is a figure that’s meant to fight off the miasma. A holy and divine power. Actually not a unique role, which is discovered when you enter the story. The author made it out to seem like it was, but it turns out that it isn’t.

Background and relationships between characters:

Villainess was the original prospective fiance to the Crown Prince. As the only daughter around his age from a ducal family, it was essentially set in stone that she was going to become the future queen. With latent magical abilities, she kept them hidden, lest there be trouble because of power imbalances between the nobles. She was already going to become the queen, so for her to also be a powerful mage? Shit would’ve gone down. So she keeps it hidden throughout the novel, keeping her family safe from political strife. Though she didn’t care for the Crown Prince romantically, she still thought they were good close friends. Until the Crown Prince becomes smitten with the Saintess and disregards her presence entirely and humiliates her by doing so. Villainess retaliates accordingly, but in typical romance genre fashion, her legitimate critiques are interpreted as harassment.

In the original story she goes on to be like “Fine. If you’re going to keep believing that I’ve been harassing your precious flower then I might as well have done the things you’re accusing me of.” And she goes on to actually commit to the bit. The reason why she isn't killed or banished is because the Saintess’ role isn’t unique. There are others, Saints and Saintesses. Think of it more like an RPG class. They just weren’t covered in the story. So despite being special and key roles to dispelling the miasma, the Villainess’ bullying is the same as if she were harassing a lesser noble. Still bad, but not enough to warrant such harsh punishment. This is of course, if the story goes according to the novel.

Augustine is also a childhood friend of the Crown Prince, making them and the Villainess a trio from youth. He never really thought of her in any romantic way early on because she was going to become the Crown Prince’s fiance. He knew better than to fall for the future queen. That mentality stuck around, though he is still fond of her as they grow up and go through school, and through life. Though he falls for the charms of the Saintess, he’s still good friends with the Villainess. They have a lot of side conversations too. When he sees how the Crown Prince treats the Villainess after meeting the Saintess he confronts the man. Asks him why the hell he’s doing this to their close friend and his fiance. The Crown Prince then describes the Villainess as a villainess, basically believing all the rumors of how she had harassed people.

Augustine is skeptical, because while he is fond of the Saintess, he hasn’t fallen so blindly and has faith in his friend. He does clear up the misunderstanding between himself and the Villainess. But he isn’t surprised when she hits her breaking point and actually follows through with the bullying. It’s after she does this that he turns his back on her and falls into the Saintess’ faction. Something he regrets later on. Not because he supported her harsh actions, but because he knew she was coming from a place of hurt and as her friend he didn’t do more for her. Also has a sense of camaraderie cause they were both done dirty by the royal couple, though he knows that their feelings about it are different.

Also he’s the heir of the Count. Some time between the 3 years of the story he officially becomes the Count.

The Crown Prince is young and naive. He wanted to feel like a hero and worshiped, but the Villainess wasn’t raised to be anything like that. He does however feel like that with the Saintess, which is how everything spiraled so fast. The Saintess being his first love and his dream girl is what makes him into one of those people that prioritize their romantic relationships above all else.

The Saintess is a white lotus bitch. She appealed to the Crown Prince intentionally despite knowing of his official engagement to the Villainess. She isn’t a reincarnator or anything of the sort herself. She’s just like that. And because the Villainess can tell that her schemes aren’t elaborate, it’s just a greater insult to her that this clown is meant to become the queen all because the Crown Prince fell head over heels for her. The country is at stake bro.

There’s also the obligatory 2nd Prince that’s younger than everyone else, but will serve to become the Crown Prince’s replacement once you get your fucking hands on that idiot Crown Prince.

Generic background aside, the reader gets inserted at some point in the story as the Villainess.

Now, here’s where I have two separate routes for this. Mid or post story. Mid story allows for more interfering with the original story and changes the outcome greatly. Post story means angst and comfort and revenge. I like both so I’ll differentiate between the two depending on the post.

Mid-story:

Reader becomes the Villainess after the Crown Prince meets the Saintess and falls for her, your memories mashing together as one. Here, you can either ignore or do something about the Saintess, but regardless, your goal (both mid and post story) is to side with Augustine. The Villainess was never an awful person, pretty great actually, so it’s easy to maintain that reputation and steer things a different way. Those familiar with the genre have probably seen endings where the reader would manipulate the main couple into ruin, which is the most likely route I see both options going. It’s just that one is preventative and the other one is revenge.

The Villainess remained complacent in terms of reaching out for higher help in the original story because she didn’t want to cause trouble for her family. You as the reader do not care and utilize all the connections to yank those two off their high horse and drag them through the mud. The way you clear Augustine’s eyes is by showing him just how much of a rat the Saintess is in reality.

The Villainess wasn’t stupid. She just fell into that mindset of “if our years of friendship wasn’t enough to earn your trust, I’m not going to fucking bother.” Which isn’t entirely wrong, but you’re more vindictive so you’re willing to take those extra steps to drive shit home.

Being the villainess means you have “evil” magic, which is just dark magic. Dark as in darkness and shadow, not evil in nature. You practice and hone your skill and eventually get to a point where you can conjure shadow servants to do your bidding at night.

Augustine is curious as to why the Villainess has changed, but comes to understand what major event would’ve caused it, and that perhaps she was just lying low all her life (not really but that’s what he thinks). He’s not surprised that the future queen is cunning. He thinks it’s pretty hot, but again, she’s still engaged so he doesn’t really continue that line of thought.

When his eyes are opened to how badly the Saintess schemes he’s eventually disenchanted by her and joins you on the ‘what the fuck are those two on’ boat. Normally you two wouldn’t be allowed to spend so much time alone together since you were engaged, but because everyone knows the Crown Prince did it first, no one really says anything. Again, you’ve basically kept the Villainess’ reputation intact so if anything everyone is still on your side.

With everything in motion you start to enjoy your time with Augustine properly. He’s drawn in by you and finds that you are his respite from serving the Crown Prince. He’s charmed. But he grew up with such a strong mental boundary that he shouldn’t see you as anything romantic that he doesn’t know what to do with himself once the engagement gets annulled and the 2nd Prince becomes the Crown Prince. At first he thinks that the engagement between you and the royal family is still in place, only being transferred to the younger brother, but you make it clear that you’re not interested in marrying into the family that disgraced you, and no one can really argue with that. Which is good cause he might of started a coup, even though you were trying to avoid him going into battle.

So now you’re walking through the gardens the night that everything went down, and his mind is whirling because all the feelings he’d held back are now bursting to the surface but old habits die hard and he bites his tongue before he can say anything stupid.

It’s up to you to make the first move, and when you do he almost collapses out of relief.

“Oh thank the gods… I didn’t think- I just- Are you sure? Me? You know you’d be marrying down, right?”

“No no no. I’m not refusing. I just- You were always engaged to him so I never-”

“Yes, I care for you. I feel for you more than I’ve ever felt for anyone. I’d be more than happy to send a formal proposal to your family as soon as I get home tonight.”

War is also avoided in this version because it was initially instigated by the couple.

Post-Story:

War is not avoided in this version and he comes home scarred and bitter when he sees what’s there to welcome him back. The couple started to plan their grand wedding as soon as the end of the war was announced. Garish, gaudy, and downright tasteless considering that the efforts should be put into restoration and support for the people. When his so-called friends don’t even greet him all his fantasies of being welcomed back warmly go crashing out the window. He has to schedule an audience with them. Schedule.

And when he does he’s delegated a lot of the tasks that they should be doing to help the people while they make themselves busy planning their dream wedding that could probably feed multiple cities.

You as the reader drop into the Villainess’ body at this point. You find out that you’re in the outskirts of the kingdom, laying low and chilling. Ties are tense between her and her family, but they don’t hate her or anything. Just want her to stop causing trouble, which is frustrating considering she’d been doing that all these years until then.

Once you get settled and used to the new life, you find your way to Augustine, who is also on the outskirts of the kingdom helping the affected areas recover.

When you two meet again he doesn’t know how to react. He’s not hostile, but the way you casually waltzed back into his life leaves him a bit confused. You look at him and your gaze softens when you see how much he’d been through, reaching to hold his cheek and brushing your thumb across his scars. The ones on his face were minor and would likely heal to the point where they were unnoticeable, but looking down, seeing his sleeves rolled up, you could tell that there was more than what was shown.

He stiffens when you reach for him, but you’re a familiar face, and you were never really a threat to him, so he gives into his urge to relax into your touch. Deep down, even when he was at war, he missed the Villainess. His good friend.

Then you welcome him home, thanking him for his efforts in the war, and the man almost breaks down crying right then and there. His throat closes up as he nods, whispering a simple “I’m back,” and a “thank you.”

It’s at this moment that he mentally swears his allegiance to you. He already had time to reflect on how stupid everything was while he was off at war, the distance helping him take a step back and cringe on how ridiculous he was when he was fawning over the Saintess. The guilt and regret mix in with the comfort and familiarity you offer and he can’t find it in himself to deny your outstretched hand.

You help him with his work. When he tries to stop you, saying that noble ladies aren’t meant for this kind of stuff, you give him a deadpan look and he shuts up. You then explain to him how if he’s good enough for this kind of work then you are too.

You two spend the time talking and catching up on the time apart. You tell him about your time away from the capital. What you’ve been up to for the past 2 years. He tells you about what happened after you left, how shit went downhill and his time in the war.

Your reader’s brain knows what happened to him, but hearing him pour his heart out in person just strengthens your resolve to give the couple real hell. The Villainess’ harassment of the Saintess was child’s play compared to what you were going to do to them.

Similar to the mid-story route you hone your shadow magic and work behind the scenes extensively. You mend your relationship with your family, and even have some audiences with the king. The king still cared for you like his daughter because of how long the engagement was, and he was always understanding of the problem. It’s just that as the king he had to dole out a fitting punishment without any bias, which is why you were banned from entering the capital for years, until the duchy made an appeal for your audience with the king.

Lots of discussion and political intrigue that I’m too dumb to figure out happened.

The royal couple are on edge, seeing as how you found your way back to the capital and were talking to the king privately, making the two immature rats act out. They were right to be nervous however, as you scheme behind the scenes to rip away every single luxury the Crown Prince had due to popular demand from the people, infuriated with his conduct.

Augustine is by your side the entire time and was initially on the fence until he discovers that their idiotic plans to essentially lock him away in the outskirts because of the Crown Prince’s jealousy. Then he’s all aboard and adding to your resources.

The entire time he was appreciative of your efforts and liked spending time with you in between moments. When you brush your hand against his grabbing a pen, or place a hand on his back as you squeeze past him in an alley, his breath hitches and he has to do a mental reset as he reevaluates what he’s feeling.

Older him is actually more in denial of his own feelings because he wanted to kill off his romantic desires, but you poured oil on the flickering embers and now it’s a full-fledged flame that threatens to engulf him whole.

When you grabbed his hand and pulled him against you to hide in the shadow of night he had to stop breathing or else the scent of your perfume would drive him insane. The warmth of you pressed against his chest was enough to do it already, and he was barely clinging on by a thread.

It’s up to you whether you confess before everything is resolved or after. The entire time he’s going to be hopelessly pining and pathetically hiding his feelings until you make that step.

His claim on you is still like, ridiculously obvious to anyone with eyes. And those without honestly. He’s glued to your side and quick to asserting himself if literally any other suitors present themselves.

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/32223

He doesn’t have the scars mid-story of course.

#sub yandere #sub!yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #SecondMaleLead!Yandere #Augustine Carver #dom!reader #dom reader #this one is LONG #villainess #villainess isekai oc #villainess isekai

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intoanotherworld23 · 1 year

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Princes Choice

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: None

Summary: Everyone knows about the royal family the Evanses, especially their promiscuous son, Chris. Then one night they invite all the women, and their parents to a ball to make a major announcement that will change your life forever

"Y/N dear are you almost ready?" Your mothers screeching voice called out to you.

"Yeah mom I'm ready." Responding to her as you took one last look in the mirror.

Tonight you and your family were invited to the royal family the Evans castle. Nobody knew exactly what it was for just that it was mandatory for every family that had a daughter over the age of eighteen to attend.

Some people had suspicions as to what this party was for, but of course nobody dared speak a word about it. Everyone in the town would be glamouring up their daughters, and hoping they would catch a certain man's eyes.

You've never met the Evans but you've heard many stories about them. There were rumors they were cruel and heartless, and then there was some that were sweet and down to earth. Nobody really knew what they were like expect for what people wanted to perceive them as.

Now their son Chris on the other hand everyone knew about him. He was notorious for being a womanizer and a drunk. Having a new woman warming his bed each month. Kicking them out whenever he was bored with them. He wasn't married, and never intended to marry.

Scaring any woman off that his family tried to arrange. He was the only heir to the throne, and they didn't know what else to do. His parents were at their wits end with him, and knew he needed to grow up sooner or later.

Thing is you've never seen the prince or what he even looked like. Not even in pictures. So for all you know you could meet him tonight and then have no idea. You knew what his parents looked like, but you were clueless to him.

Which is what made you even more nervous when you heard about the letter. The last thing you wanted was to secretly meet the pompous prince, and then he falls for you and wants you all to himself. Then demanding you leave your family behind to come live at the castle.

Of course when your mother received the letter from the castle she about passed out. Screaming through the house about how you were going to get married dancing around the rooms by herself. Your mother wanted you married off to a wealthy man as soon as possible.

You were the only child so of course she was extra pushy with you. No man had ever asked for you to marry them, and you certainly didn't expect that to happen any time soon. You were never lucky in the art of love. Disappointment after disappointment with each relationship you've had.

"Get your ass down here now we're going to be late." Rolling your eyes as you adjusted the straps of your dress.

Grabbing your phone and putting it in your purse you carefully walked down the stairs. Both of your parents standing there waiting for you. Turning up to look at you all dressed up your mother clasping her hands up to her mouth as she smiled widely.

"You just look so beautiful."

"Yes honey you look absolutely perfect."

Both your parents complimented you as you sheepishly looked down at your heeled feet. You've never been one for getting all dolled up like this, but of course this was something different and lord knows what was actually happening tonight.

"Do I really have to wear this dress?" Looking down at yourself in emphasis. "I mean don't you think it's a bit much?"

"Absolutely not you have to look your best when visiting the royal family." She nodded her head at you.

"I look ridiculous mom." Tossing your hands up just wanted to go back upstairs and change.

"You look just like a bride." Frowning at her words hating how she chose the lightest colored dress she could find. "Doesn't she look like a bride?"

"Yes dear she does." His tone unamused as he just gave you a sly wink making your smile.

"I'm changing." Turning to head back upstairs her voice stopping you.

"Oh shut up you're going and that's final." Waving her hands around as you father laughed to himself.

"Can't I just stay here and you guys act like I don't exist?" Suggesting keeping your fingers crossed.

"That's ridiculous they know we have a daughter." Your mother argued back. "They know all the families."

"Then it would be a shame if I were to run away." Teasing as you saw the look of panic strike across her face.

"You wouldn't dare." Pointing a finger at you a stern look on her face. "I will drag you to this party with a gun to your back if I have to."

She threatened as you tried not to burst into laughter at how serious he expression was. This was one opportunity you guys had to meet the Hansens, and your mother especially wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

"Okay honey we should probably get going." Your father looking at the time on his watch.

Your father grabbing your mothers hand leading her to the door just wanting to get this night over with. Starting up the car as he took off down the street. Sitting in the back looking out the window watching as everybody else was leaving as well with their daughters strutting to the car.

The goal being that you would stand in the back avoiding the Evans and their son Chris as much as possible. Since the party would only last so long, and maybe he'd find some girls to distract him and he wouldn't even take notice of you.

Maybe you'd see your best friend Natasha there, and the two of you could mingle together and make the most of things. She always had a way of cheering you up and making you feel better. She was always their for you every time you got your heart broken. The two of you were inseparable.

The castle wasn't far from the town as several minutes passed by, and you looked straight ahead to see it just over the hill. Sighing to yourself wishing you would have seen the letter before her, or simply just ran away.

"Oh look there it is." Your mother exclaimed she she clapped her hands together. "My god it looks so stunning."

"Wow." Was all your father said as he tried not to swerve.

Crossing your hands over your chest as you drove to a gate with armed guards everywhere. They asked for a name and checked off the list letting you guys through. Low key hoping they denied you access and you had to turn around and go back home.

Driving down the extremely long driveway you finally pulled up to the castle. Looking out the window and looking up in amazement with your mouth hanging wide open. You've never seen a house this big, and certainly not one like this in person.

Pulling up to where more guards were standing, and people were being directed inside. Taking a deep breath when you parked and someone was opening the door motioning for you to get out. A hand helping you out as you fixed the body of your dress.

"Smile." A voice sneered at you realizing it was your mother.

"I am." Keeping the same face not wanting to be here.

"Smile or I will do something that will even embarrass me." Hearing those words had you straightening up plastering a huge smile on your lips.

Your mother was willing to do or say anything to her what she wanted. She didn't care if it made her look ridiculous it took a lot to embarrass her, so when she made that threat you knew it was serious, and that you should probably listen to her at this point.

As you walked up the stairs to the castle your heart was beating faster. Your palms felt like they were slippery and wet. For some reason you were more nervous than you intended to be. All you needed was some fancy wine in your system and you'd feel a whole lot better.

Walking through the double doors your mouth almost dropped to the floor. This was just the main entrance and it was massively huge. Multiple chandeliers hung on the ceiling as well as many paintings no doubt that were drawn by famous artists.

It felt like you were walking into a museum rather than someone's house. Everything was shiny and clean, and you were afraid to even touch anything. No doubt the maids had their work cut out for them cleaning this place up. Surely this place got dusty so easily and was a pain in the ass.

Following the other guests as you were all being led into a huge ballroom. There was light music being played and the room was filled with laughter and chatter. The king and queen sat in the front of the room watching their guests mingling and talking. Waiters and waitresses walking around with drinks.

People were waiting in line to talk to them and presenting them with what you assumed was gifts. Shaking their hands and bowing to them which just made you roll your eyes. Sensing they were a snobby family, and expected everyone to approach them instead of walking out to them.

"Easy on the wine." She eyed you as soon as you snapped a drink from the tray.

"Bite me." Walking away before she could respond looking around for your friend Natasha.

She was nowhere to be seen which was a major disappointment, but maybe she just hasn't arrived yet. She was the only thing that would keep you sane here otherwise you'd be pounding back the wine until the room would begin spinning.

Finishing half the glass already as you slowly walked around the room hoping you could at least spot someone you liked. Surely there had to be a familiar and friendly face in this ginormous room. You certainly weren't going to stand by your parents the whole night.

Not really wanting to be here and looking at it as an excuse to get drunk. Watching the mingling guests as you already finishing your glass. The liquor already taking its affect on you, but that didn't stop you from grabbing another one. Sipping on that as you looked around wondering if any of these men that were walking around were the prince.

Maybe he was a good looking man with a heart of gold, and you were just too quick to judge. Or maybe he was like what everyone said he was and was the complete opposite of what you would hope for. Upon hearing those rumors he was probably with a woman right now taking her in an empty bathroom.

There had to be a legit reason as to why they sent letters to every family that had a daughter. Maybe it just went over your head, but you really had no idea. At first you thought it was cause they wanted everyone in the town to see what it was like to live in luxury, but that didn't make sense cause only the families with daughters were invited.

As more people filled the room you found yourself becoming overwhelmed. You needed fresh air fast otherwise you were afraid you'd get sick. Your chest was starting to hurt as your breathing became more scattered and shallow. You knew this feeling and you just needed to get out of this room fast.

Spotting a hallway you sneakily took off down there. Looking around to see no guards so far which was incredibly surprising. Assuming they would be posted on every corner of every room.

Not knowing exactly where you were going as you turned down random hallways. That's when you spotted what looked like a balcony. Making your way over carefully opening the door as the breeze brushed on your skin. The fresh air filling your nostrils calming down your nerves.

Leaning against the rails as you over looked your view that looked like their garden. From what you could see it looked spectacular and the kind of garden anyone would be envious of. There was lights shining down on the path with gazebos and benches along the way.

You really hated to admit it, but this place was breathtaking. It would be awesome if you could live here or simply visit here all the time. You weren't the type of woman to want fancy stuff like this, but now seeing it you were exactly complaining anymore.

"You lost?" Jumping hearing a deep voice intruding your daydreaming.

"Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me." Placing a hand over your chest feeling it beating rapidly beneath your hand.

"Sorry I just didn't think anyone would have been out here." The man stepped forward so you could get a better look at him. "Everyone else is inside."

"I'm sorry do you own these balcony's or something?" Arguing with the strange man suddenly becoming defensive.

"No I don't." He had a look of amusement on his face smiling showing off his white teeth.

This man looked like pure perfection to you. His hair was a dark brown that was wavy but slicked back. He had little scruffs of hair across his jaw, and some scars on his cheek. His suit was a dark navy blue suit with matching navy blue suede shoes. That color really suited him even more so when you took notice of how thick his arms were.

This man looked like he was sculpted by God himself. Trying not to drool over him as he now stood in front of you. Maybe coming to this party wasn't such a bad idea after all. If that means you got to chat with the most handsome man you've ever met.

"Why are you out here?" Throwing back in his face.

"I came to get some fresh air." He answered as he crossed his arms across his chest. "Why are you out here?"

"And don't use the I was looking for the bathroom excuse." Quirking an eyebrow at you with a smirk on his face.

"I had to get out of there." Motioned back inside as you sipped your wine. "It was becoming too much."

"Yeah it seems to already be getting pretty wild." He agreed leaning his right elbow against the railing.

"I'm not into these kinds of things anyway." Admitting to the man as he nodded.

"Yeah I'm not either I hate large crowds like this." Agreeing with you as he was leaning forward a bit.

"But of course my crazy erratic mother insisted more like decided for me that I should come." Joking as he chuckled at your choice of words for her. "She practically threatened me to come."

"Are you serious?" He asked through his laughter.

"Yeah I swear she did." Nodding as you took another drink.

"I kind of know the feeling." Looking down at his feet as you cocked your head.

"She thinks I'm going to marry the prince." Shaking your heard as you laughed at the thought.

"You don't think you will?" His question was one of genuine curiosity.

"Absolutely not." Scoffing again raising his eyebrows at you. "He seems like a pompous, rude and womanizing type of man."

"How do you know that?"

"I mean come on he's the prince for crying out loud he's bound to be what everyone thinks of him." Ranting to the man now.

"Maybe he's changed and is a new man now." His tone didn't change but he seemed a little offended.

"Please I've heard the rumors he'll never change." He nodded his head as he listened to you and thought about what you said. "Besides I heard his parents tried to force him to marry."

"I mean if I were him I'd certainly hate someone telling me who I can and cannot marry." That was true and you felt bad about ranting over someone whose life you knew nothing about.

"You said earlier you knew about knowing that feeling?" Softening your tone even more as he nodded his head.

"Your mother pushing you to marry as well." It came out more as a statement than a question.

"Oh yeah for several years now."

"Yeah my moms been planning my marriage since my birth."

"I doubt that sincerely darling." A skeptical look on his face.

Hearing the pet name that he gave you leaving his lips had your body feel warm. It's been so long since anyone that wasn't your parent call you something like that. Trying not to lean even closer, and possibly do something tonight that you would later regret. For crying out loud you just met this man, and you hadn't exchanged names.

"Yeah well you don't know my mom." Which hopefully he didn't have to otherwise he'd agree she was crazy.

"I'm sure she's a wonderful woman." This time you scoffed.

"You don't have to be nice you haven't met her yet." Shaking your head at him as you finished the rest of your wine.

"If she's anything like you I'm sure she's a lovely woman." He stepped even closer to you making your breath hitch at how close he was getting. "Beautiful, charming, funny, sweet and delectable."

His eyes lingering on your lips as they parted open as he spoke. Even with the warm air the goosebumps still appeared on your skin. This man was flirting with you and it took you this long to realize it. Judging by the way he was staring at you now it was becoming more obvious.

You could smell his intoxicating cologne as it filled your nostrils. It smelled so warm and inviting that you wanted to smell it all the time now. His forest green eyes were sinking in your face as neither of you spoke. His compliments left you speechless for some reason.

Who was this guy anyway? He didn't even tell you his name. There was a couple questions you had since mainly the people here were older people with their daughters, and he wasn't any of those. He had to be someone that worked here in the castle.

"Are you a servant or something?" Blurting out a question hoping it didn't sound rude.

Before he could respond what sounded like vibrations started to ring catching both your attention. Pulling out his phone as he sighed putting it back. Usually people would say saved by the bell but that wasn't the case for you.

He certainly knew what that signal was as he grabbed your hand and placed a soft and gentle kiss on top of it. This man certainly knew all the tricks and was pulling them all on you tonight. He already had you swooning and he was still a complete stranger.

"It was nice to meet you." He paused for a minute not having got your name.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." Introducing as he smiled at you before letting go of your hand.

"Well it was a pleasure to meet you Y/N darling." Walking out of the balcony taking off down the hall.

Standing there frozen on the spot as you thought about what just happened. A complete stranger a handsome one at that was flirting with you at the Bradshaws castle. Even if he was just a servant he still worked with the royal family, and you had caught his attention.

He couldn't have been the Chris everyone talked about cause he was too sweet and well mannered. Chris would have probably had you bent over this railing before you could even get one word out.

This guy had you feeling like some young girl who got her first ever crush. Butterflies were floating around your stomach as you smiled to yourself wishing now you would have gotten his name at least or his number for that matter.

Surely you would see him again when you got back to the party. Now you had an excuse to actually be out there then you could have a reason to gaze at him. Knowing your luck the man was probably already seeing someone and was just being nice.

That's when you heard trumpets playing and thought it was time to get back to the party. Quickly walking down the same halls following the noise of the loud chatter. Standing in the door way hoping nobody noticed you. Taking another look around to see your friend Natasha was still nowhere to be found.

"Ladies and gentlemen." The king blared out as they both looked out to the crowd. "And beautiful daughters of our kingdom."

Scanning the room to see if you could find the same man, but he was also nowhere in sight either. Feeling disappointment hit your body as you saw a waiter walk by with a tray full of wine making sure to snag one. Looks like you were still going to have to get drunk.

"Thank you all for coming out this evening we greatly appreciate each and every one of you." He continued to speak as everyone was focused on them.

"Tonight we have brought you all here for a special reason." The queen spoke up this time a huge smile on her face. "Tonight our son will be choosing a wife."

Audible gasps and squeals rang across the room from the parents and daughters. Certainly your mother was dancing and bouncing up and down at the point. You on the other hand were frozen and your eyes went so wide. This was the worst scenario that could have happened for tonight, and now your fears were coming true.

"Now we'd like to introduce our son Chris to you all." She looked to the side as she invited her son to come out.

Moving your head from side to side to get a better look as some tall men were standing in front of you making it harder to see. Standing on your tippy toes as you saw what looked a navy blue suit walking towards them. Hearing the girls squealing like little seagulls the sound like nails on a chalkboard.

That's when you saw his face and you swear your heart dropped to your stomach. You didn't know whether you wanted to scream, throw up, pass out or run the hell out of that room. The room felt like it was getting smaller as he stood there looking out into the crowd.

That whole time you were out on the balcony talking to the strange men you were actually talking to the prince. You were in absolutely disbelief right now. Feeling like an absolutely idiot for not realizing who he was. He could have told you but he decided not to.

The thought angered you that he listened to you speak with such honesty, and he could even admit who he was. You even ranted to him about him, and he just laughed. Maybe he wouldn't see you again, and he's already forgotten about you.

"Hello everyone I thank you all for coming tonight." Speaking as he had his hands clasped in front of him.

"Our son has already made his choice for his future wife." The king walking over to him as he patted a hand on his back.

His eyes were scanning the crowd as he was looking for someone in particular. That's when they landed on your shocked ones a wide grin on his face as they remained on yours. Shaking your head as you realized what was about to happen. You knew whose name they were about to call out, and you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

"Yes I have mother and father." Nodding his head still keeping his eyes on you. "Her name is Y/F/N Y/L/N."

The only sound you could hear was the frantic screaming coming from your mothers mouth as you stood there like a deer caught in headlights. Holy fuck were you in trouble.

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melverie · 6 months

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Okay, but you guys do realize that the reason Mephisto behaves the way he does is because he has been raised with the intent of only being beneficial to the future demon king and nothing else, right?

(Buckle up because this is going to be a loooonnngggg post)

Mephisto comes from a family that has been serving the royal family for ages. He mentions multiple times that his family has always acted as their knights, their advisors and their protectors to them, and it won't be any different with him. It shouldn't be any different with him. Being beneficial to Diavolo has literally been decided to be the very meaning of his life even before he was born. He's been forced into the role and he's following it to a T because he's never known anything else, and because he can't afford to lose that. Without it, what else is left of him? What worth does he hold other than being essentially a tool for Diavolo?

And then the brothers fall and suddenly his position is at risk. Lucifer and Diavolo have already gotten along fairly well back when Lucifer was still an angel. Both Diavolo and Lucifer (as well as several others) mention that they go way back in their Nightbringer homescreen dialogues, and we see them having mutual respect by the end of the 'The Glory Days' Devilgram in the original game. Mephisto and Diavolo meanwhile might be childhood friends, but here's the thing

Diavolo wants a friend. A real friend. Someone that genuinely appreciates him for who he is as a person instead of focusing on his status as the future demon king. And that's something Lucifer can give him. They often hang out for the sake of it (apparently even eating dinner at Ristorante Six together regularly), they regularly engage in lighthearted banter, and Lucifer isn't afraid to give Diavolo his honest opinion

But that's not really the case with Mephisto...? He was never meant to be on equal footing with Diavolo; Diavolo even calls him "mini-Barbatos" at one point. He is literally still calling him 'Lord Diavolo' all the time, requests to speak his honest opinion first and waits for Diavolo to allow him to do so before actually giving it. That's why Mephisto keeps pushing down his own feelings and keeps showering Diavolo in praise any opportunity he gets while he adjusts every aspect of life to be beneficial to Diavolo in a way. Sure, he might be popular, but as long as Diavolo doesn't want him to get married he doesn't even waste a thought about relationships. He might have no real interest in journalism, but of course he'll take over RAD's Newspaper Club. After all, Diavolo asked him to! He's part of the House of Lords because as the future king's right-hand man that just makes sense. He was always just meant to be a tool for the crown prince to use, so he doesn't know how to treat Diavolo as anything but. He was literally groomed to be dispensable, so he's obviously going to act like it

And that's also where Mephisto's dislike for Lucifer stems from—he can only watch as Lucifer slowly grows closer and closer to Diavolo, and threatens to take the role that was always made up to be his. And so Mephisto keeps challenging Lucifer over and over again, trying to sabotage their friendship any way he can in hopes of winning back his position as the crown prince's right-hand man

That obviously doesn't make the way he treats Lucifer (and the rest of the brothers!) right. Lucifer isn't responsible for any of this, and blaming him for it is misguided. But it still doesn't change the fact that Mephisto has the right to be hurt at the situation at hand. His entire purpose of existence is just being ripped away from him right before his eyes and all he can do is watch. That must hurt. Especially when your entire familiy's purpose has been to serve the royal family, and you are the first one to lose that

Also, I feel like something else we need to talk about is how his fight only ever really seems to be with the brothers, especially Lucifer? Again, part of the reason is the entire Diavolo situation, sure, but I feel like it also has to do with the situation in the Devildom at large? I already vaguely talked about this in a different context a few months back, but ever since the brothers have been cast out of the Celestial Realm and arrived in the Devildom, the entire situation has just been super unstable. We as a player have a unique perspective on the events because we only have a limited outsider view to on the actual politics going on the the Devildom, while also being aware how things will play out in the future. We know that ultimately letting the brothers stay is the right choice, but that's not the way a regular denizen who has to live through all this sees it. I mean, just the way Mephisto describes the brothers really puts things into perspective:

The entire realm is super destabilized, they just semi-lost their current king, and there have been multiple very real threats of war—first when the Devildom took the brothers in in the first place, then when "Raphael" showed up and told the brothers to return, and Lucifer rightfully points out to (a comatose) MC that they are bound to go to war should the Celestial Realm ever find out that Diavolo turned Lilith into a human. There's just a lot of tension in the air, and the brothers—extremly powerful as both angels and demons—seem to be at the root of most of it in one way or another. From a the House of Lords' perspective, it makes sense to want the brothers gone, same goes for a denizens perspective. And while it is a delicate situation all around that can't just be blamed on the brothers, it makes sense for Mephisto to also see them at the center of it all. Again, that doesn't make the brothers' treatment right, but it's at least understandable given the circumstances

On a side note, when discussing his beliefs, I think it's also important to remember that he to this day is incredibly sheltered. He just accepts all this as normal because to him it is normal, but as we've seen in lesson 31 hard mode Thirteen was so shocked by his views that she immediately decided to drop everything and play therapist for him (absolute Queen for not just blaming it on him btw 💖). I know this was just a throw-away line, but this paired with him basically excisting to serve Diavolo already says so much about his character:

And with everyone else he seems to be generally pleasent? I mean, he says he doesn't want anything to do with angels or humans, and yet he risks getting injured in order to save Luke from falling. Yet he actively seeks out MC to solve one of the 666 Mysteries of RAD together with them, and saves them from tumbling on the floor because "anyone else would have done the same" (they wouldn't have. The season 1 brothers would have laughed straight in MC's face). He literally complained to Thirteen about how he was just about to go home and how he doesn't have time for her, yet diligently carries all her things for her as rain is pouring down on him. His actions always end up betraying his words

Also he has a massive sweet tooth which alings perfectly with one of the headcanons I had for months and is RAD's local horse girl so we stan! <3

-> more character & relationship analyses -> masterlist

#i'm in desperate need of several character analyses for the entire cast and if i can't find any i'll write them myself #anyway if you stumble across any character analyses could you tag me? thank you <3 #him saying he has no interest in persuing journalism is from the 'lead on mephisto!' devilgram btw #which i don't have so i unfortunately couldn't share a screenshot of it #anyway THE PROMISED MEPHISTO POST #I'M FINALLY SCREAMING ABOUT HIM WUUUUHHH #post is looonnnngg so i decided to add some screenshots to make it look less like a pure wall of text #which is also why it ended up taking longer than promised to post it i'm sorry^^;#i actually wrote a lot more but i had to cut a lot of things because it just didn't flow well #NEXT UP: another solomon mega post #obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me mephistopheles #obey me analysis #obey me character analysis #;mel's analyses

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lathalea · 11 days

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Entangled 2/10

The first question I'd like to ask you today is: Do you remember a little fic called The Best Day of My Life I wrote a while back? Don't worry, me neither ;) It simmered in my head and what started off as a standalone ficlet, grew into something bigger. Back then, it was written in the first-person narrative, but as it grew into a longer story in my head, I decided to change the subsequent chapters to the third-person perspective. This story was born from an inspiration I found when researching certain medieval traditions, especially when it comes to arranged marriages in royal families, and the role women played in these arrangements. It inspired me to wonder what it would look like in Dwarven societies of Middle Earth. I hope you enjoy it! Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf OFC (The Hobbit) Rating: G (subject to change) Warnings: ANGST Summary: Arranged marriages are common among the dwarven nobility. After reclaiming the Lonely Mountain, the Kingdom Under the Mountain needs to be rebuilt. Thorin agrees to marry a lady from the Blue Mountains, securing a mutually beneficial alliance with the Broadbeam Dwarves. Lady Mista is said to be a practical and hard-working dwarf-woman, willing to give him an heir who would secure the line of succession. A decent queen material, his advisors say. If only Thorin could let go of his past… You can find this fic on AO3 (search for lathalea). Special thanks for @legolasbadass for all your help and support 💙 ✨ Chapter list: Chapter 1 (Prologue) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 ...

Khuzdul: Azsâlul'abad - the Lonely Mountain (both the mountain and the dwarven kingdom known among Elves and Men as Erebor) Uzbad ra zabdûna undu ‘Urd - King and Queen Under the Mountain

TA 2942, one year after the Reclamation of Azsâlul'abad

“Your Majesty, My Lady, brothers and sisters in stone, we have all eagerly waited for this moment,” The High Priest’s sonorous voice rang out in the festively decorated Great Hall of the Lonely Mountain. “May the Pleating Ceremony commence!”

It was happening.

Mista swallowed. It felt as if the eyes of every single person present in the cavern were on her. As instructed earlier, Mista took off the veil that had covered her hair which was unbraided and adorned only with minuscule diamonds, and stepped stiffly towards the King. Her hands were clammy, and she tried not to stumble. The slippers and the opulent ceremonial gown she wore were incredibly uncomfortable and heavy. What a blunder it would be if she landed on the floor face down at that very moment! The court etiquette did not forbid her to wear her glasses, so at least she could see her surroundings clearly… including the crowds that gathered for the ceremony in the Great Hall.

Closing her eyes, she focused on her breathing, then something brushed against her temple. Mista flinched like a startled pony.

“No need to be alarmed, My Lady.” A low, rumbling murmur reached her ears. It was the King’s voice; she could have recognized his calm, confident manner everywhere. “Allow me to choose a suitable lock of your hair.” “By all means, Your Majesty,” Mista mumbled, feeling how close he stood to her, his arm brushing against hers, and how his fingers slowly ran through her hair. She did not know that a male touch could be so gentle. The only people allowed to touch her hair before this day were her mother, sister, and personal maid.

“Thank you, My Lady. Would you allow me to compliment you?” the King said and, not waiting for her reply, he added. “I do not think I have seen such exquisite hair before.”

“I… thank you, Your Majesty,” she whispered, attempting to calm herself. Did the King himself truly think her hair was exquisite? A realisation dawned upon her. Of course not; he must have referred to its uncommon length, that was all. It was the only source of Mista’s pride — perhaps the colour of her hair was plain and common, but she had always kept it long, and currently it reached almost to her knees. And now, the King’s nimble fingers ran through it, once, twice, and then began pleating her hair slowly, each of his movements deliberate. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation, but even then, she did not dare to open her eyes especially when the tips of his fingers lightly brushed against her cheek, making her tremble at the sensation.

“It may help you to imagine that there is only you and me here.” His quiet voice reached her again.

“Pardon?” Mista’s breath hitched.

“During straining official functions I tend to imagine that there are only stone statues around me, carved in amusing poses. It helps to tackle the nerves.”

Mista’s eyes fluttered open and met the King’s azure gaze. An encouraging smile danced on his lips moments before he returned to braiding.

“I did not know someone like you could feel… nervous, Your Majesty,” she heard herself say.

“My coronation felt ten times worse than facing the enemy during the Battle of the Five Armies.” His reply made Mista chuckle. His smile widened, making his handsome face even more alluring. For a heartbeat, she forgot how to breathe, simply staring at him.

Click.

The King clasped his bead around her new braid. Gold encrusted with onyx contrasted with the plainness of her mousy hair, but the pattern made it somehow more refined. She took the braid into her hand and admired its even, elegant weaves.

“It is beautiful, Your Majesty,” she whispered.

The King gave her a thankful nod. Mista felt his intent gaze on her. His Durin’s apple bobbed. Something was not right… Why were his features so tense?

It took her a moment to understand. With her cheeks burning, she took a step towards him. How could she have forgotten that now it was her turn?

“May I…?” Her voice failed her, but no words were necessary. The King lowered his head towards her, his hair flowing freely in front of her eyes.

With trembling fingers, she picked a thick lock of hair on his left temple and divided it into four parts. His hair was smooth and thick, making her think of a wolf’s fur, but it smelled like sweet oils from faraway lands in the South. Mista wanted to keep on braiding it for as long as she could. She thanked Mahal that she knew her personal pattern by heart — otherwise, she would have surely entangled his hair or ended up with a bunch of knots instead of the braid. Focused on plaiting it, she forgot about everything around her — there was only the King, Thorin, the Dwarf who unknowingly captured her heart a long time ago. Now, with every weave, she was willingly bestowing her whole self upon him.

Her bead was made of bronze and tiny sapphires from the Blue Mountains. For some reason, it refused to close around the King’s braid, making Mista sigh, but then one of his large, warm hands encircled her fingers that held the bead, and pressed it harder together.

Click.

It was done.

Mista’s heart beat faster and faster as the King Under the Mountain took her hands into his. They were facing each other in a way that allowed everyone gathered in the Great Hall to see them from the side.

“Foreheads,” the High Priest whispered, barely moving his lips, holding something in his hands that glinted in the light of hundreds of lanterns.

The King squeezed her hands gently and lowered himself towards her once more. Mista took a deep breath and stood on her tiptoes so that their foreheads could meet.

His skin was pleasantly warm against hers, his nose brushed against hers, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. Instinctively, she closed her eyes, but the last thing she saw were his lips, slightly parted, and so close, so very close to hers, and there was his beard too, and she wondered how it would feel if…

“What Mahal has joined over the marriage anvil, no power shall break apart until the end of days,” the High Priest exclaimed, his voice loud and clear, like the sound of a gunmetal bell, drowning all of her inappropriate thoughts.

“Thorin, son of Thrain, Mista, daughter of Milva, you are now husband and wife. Uzbad ra zabdûna undu ‘Urd!”

Loud cheers filled the spacious cavern as the white-bearded priest bound their hands together with a thin but unbreakable mithril chain — a symbol of the eternal bond they forged a moment ago. This was one of the most revered traditions of Mahal’s Children: Dwarves married only once. Mista read a treaty once that explained the origin of this ancient tradition: one of the oldest Dwarven legends said that each of the Seven Fathers of the Dwarves had one spouse, and that each couple was made from one piece of stone, destined to be always together, as one mind, body, and heart. A long time had passed since Mista was an overly romantic lass who believed that each Dwarf had their beloved Other Half somewhere in the world. Now she was over one hundred and thirty years old, and during her lifetime, she saw too many dalliances, clandestine affairs, and broken promises to believe that her people were capable of loving only once and only the right person. Dwarves were a fiery race, with molten lava running in their veins rather than cold pieces of rock. Nevertheless, their marriages were the cornerstones of society, crucially important to every family, and so a wedded couple was supposed to be like a rock: steady and unbreakable. That was Mahal’s will, as the priests said. Therefore, the dissolution of marriage was impossible. If a Dwarf broke their marital vows — which, as dishonourable as it was, happened from time to time — they would still remain married to their spouse. Even death did not end it, as her people believed that they would remain married even in the afterlife, in the Halls of Awaiting. That was why Dwarven courtship would often last many years so that the future spouses had ample time to know each other well before they made this irreversible decision.

Mista’s courtship lasted one month. That was how much time Lord Tair, her father, needed to finalise negotiations with the King Under the Mountain. During that time, she never saw her future husband. That was to be expected — the Blue Mountains were almost half a world away from King Thorin II’s kingdom, Azsâlul'abad. Instead, his envoys arrived with the marriage contract signed in his own hand and a chest filled with customary gifts for his future bride: jewellery, hair combs, and a traditional courtship cloak. There was also a letter addressed to her. It contained all the obligatory niceties along with His Majesty’s apology for his absence due to the fact that his kingdom was being rebuilt and needed all of his attention at the moment. He assured his bride, however, that he was looking forward to meeting her in person and offering her as much hospitality as he had received in Tumunzahar years ago.

He remembered.

Over one hundred years had passed, and he still remembered his visit to her home city. Precisely like Mista. She never forgot how gallant and handsome he was, how his words dried her tears, and how he made her feel as if she, the ugliest girl at the feast, were the only woman in the whole world.

Perhaps that mawkish idea of Dwarves finding their Other Halves was not true, but she was certain of one thing: she still loved the same Dwarf as she did all those years ago. Her heart belonged to Thorin Oakenshield.

And now she was his wife. Her eyes were still set on the glistening links of the mithril chain that joined her hands when she heard the High Priest’s words.

“My King, My Queen.” He bowed with reverence, “It is time for your wedding feast.”

The only thing she could think of at that very moment was how good her hand felt in her lord husband’s reassuring hold.

***

The feast that celebrated their nuptials was an event like no other. Mista had never seen any revelries that were full of equal splendour. Countless guests from all seven dwarven realms were entertained by minstrels, musicians, dancers, and other performers. The food was delicious; wine and other liquors flowed endlessly, like the River Running, and everyone was merry. Mista sat on a grand chair placed on the King’s right hand. Now, both of them wore their crowns and royal insignia, and together, as the newlywed ruling couple of the Kingdom Under the Mountain, they accepted countless toasts and congratulations from the well-wishers throughout the evening. Mista tried her best to act with decorum worthy of the queen she had become hours ago, and she even managed to appear unflustered whenever the customary “May Mahal bless your union with countless heirs!” reached her ears.

From time to time she managed to steal a glance at the King’s – her new husband’s – majestic profile, struggling to believe that this day was not a dream. But then she remembered the marriage braid hanging at her temple – and a similar braid in his hair. She truly was the great Thorin Oakenshield’s wife.

It was two bells after midnight when the weariness started to creep up on her.

“Is the feast to your liking, lady Mista?” the King turned to her, clearly noticing her attempt at stifling a yawn.

“Indeed it is! Forgive me, the celebrations took a toll on me, I’m afraid,” she explained, feeling the growing heaviness of her crown on her temples.

“It is perfectly understandable,” Princess Dis, the King’s sister, said. “It has been a long day. Perhaps it is time for you to repose.”

“May I…? Does the protocol allow it?” Mista took a hopeful look around the Great Hall where the feast was as lively as it was at its very beginning.

“May I remind you that now you are the Queen?” the King offered. “You may leave whenever you wish to do so.”

“And my brother will accompany you,” Princess Dis interjected, and then addressed the King. “Tonight you are only allowed to leave together.”

Mista caught a strange look they exchanged, and – after a noticeable pause – King Thorin said, “Very well.”

“Shall we, then?” He rose from his chair and held out his hand to Mista.

Leaving the Great Hall was not as easy a task as Mista expected. They had to endure another round of the official farewells, wedding toasts and felicitations from their numerous guests.

“Have a wonderful night!” Princess Dis exclaimed in a sing-song voice as they were stepping over the threshold.

“Aye, and a long one, too!” Dwalin, the King’s Captain, added, and they both laughed.

Their words sounded innocently enough for Mista at first, but they made the King clear his throat in visible embarrassment.

And then it dawned on Mista. One more thing awaited her.

The wedding night.

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