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chandlerxfitzgerald · 4 months

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No Requiem // self para

Chandler never minded living in luxury's generous lap. He spent the money on designer clothes, owned the latest advances technology offered, and practically slept on silk sheets night by night. He even held the option being driven around the city by another, but today, this is something that required a trip alone. No private drivers means no one would judge him. True, he oftentimes enjoyed an audience of his flourishing dramatics, this time isn't the right moment for a performance.

He stepped out of the Rolls-Royce as soon as he pulled up along the edge of where he knew Douglas' grave sat and slung the duffle bag over his shoulder with a gentle huff. As he began the trek through the newly trimmed grass, he passed tombstones engraved by the names of the dead and placed aside the thought of how much he truly despised cemeteries. They were depressing, a reminder that a majority who ended up there had died at Urie's hands, at least that is what the young Fitzgerald imagined. Chandler finally reached the final resting place of the man who caused so much damage to everyone around him. The tombstone was tall, foreboding in a way, and a sculpted angel sat at the very top, looking down on him as if in mockery. Douglas was no angel in life, definitely not one in death. It may as well have been Lucifer's previous angelic form overseeing the former Hedgestone leader.

"Well, hey. Pops." Chandler greeted sarcastically, dropping the bag he hauled to the ground and sticking his hands in the pockets of his wool coat. His gaze briefly flickered the etching on the stone, the elaborate border lovely if it weren't for its place on a monster's marker. The header, Father, son, husband, dedicated leader forced a snort from the irony. Dedicated leader, Chandler's ass. "You're probably gazing up at me from Hell and wondering why I've wasted my time coming all the way here. I have a faction you cared more about than your own children to help run." He waved a hand dismissively and continued, "Personally, I think we should've cremated your ass and flushed what's left of your ashes down the toilet like the piece of shit you were. Would've been funnier."

"Morrigan's doing fantastic, by the way." Chandy couldn't deny the smug grin stretching his lips, glowing pride overtaking every inch of his being. "You underestimated her, Pops. She can be ruthless when she sees fit, she instrokes fear in an artful precision you never succeeded during your reign, and we both know who we have to blame for that. Don't we?" The thing they didn't talk about, those nights of torment and psychological warfare waged by their father leaving scars in different methods.

Chandler erased the memories from his mind for the moment. "She stole a page from your book, though. Messing with someone's head, forcing her victims to believe something that was not actually true just to make an example." He nodded once, "True, Momo knows you wouldn't have hesitated executing two traitors if you were still in charge, but she bloodies her hands when needed. She isn't the meek flower obeying under a dominate man that you thought she would be. The prize, the submissive whose only purpose was providing her husband a male heir. A sexual object incapable of thought." Morrigan rose above and proved her worth. "She's a kingless queen. And I her loyal second-in-command standing proudly through thick and thin."

His eyes hovered over the death date, practically burning a hole in the granite, as he fell silent for a long minute. "Do you know the day I remember often? I was fourteen. It had been about a month since I came to live in the mansion and you forced me to a suit fitting. You gave the spiel about how I was flying the Urie banner and shoved the responsibility of sharing duties with Desmond down my fucking throat." There was another pause. "That's also the time I finally understood how worthless you thought about your own daughter. You made me her replacement and I never asked for it." A sardonic chuckle exited Chandler's mouth at the next statement. "However closeminded you became, no matter my particular lifestyle, you'd rather suffer a flamboyant son than hand over power to a woman. I wasn't about to make it easy for you, Pops...I wanted you paying for it every goddamn day."

"Do you want to know a secret between us manly men with our superiority just because we have dicks? The same way you underestimated Morri, I underestimated you with your cruelty." Chandler began fidgeting with the sleeves of his coat considering the tightness those memories created constricting inside his throat. When most people experience severe trauma as the siblings endured, a brain would block out what causes the pain and buries it deep. Untouched, forbidding access until the person is ready if they ever reach the point in their lives. "Four days. You dragged me from my room to your office and subjected me to Morrigan's imprisonment. The whippings, every punch, I felt along my flesh as if I was there. You fucked with the temperature of my bedroom. Freezing cold with nothing to keep me warm but the sound of Morrigan's screams all night long as company. I couldn't sleep with that sound ringing in my ears. If I ever broke free from that room, I swore I would have hunted you down and separated your head from your body. Without question."

Chandler perceived himself as an overall friendly extrovert who could be bothered offering kindness to anyone that didn't deny his hand of friendship. He was the life of the party and welcomed the adoration, which made his interests of theater in his high school days reasonable. A temper tantrum and revealing the wrath wasn't synonymous with Chandler's personality, but as guarded as he is with emotions, he experienced them ten times stronger than most. "You were a suffocating presence in my life, Douglas. There was this," His hand hovered to the side of his temple, indicating his head, "This noise I couldn't silence. Your voice and her screaming repeating over and over like that fucking recording. I wanted to die. Believe me, those thoughts crossed my mind while I laid there in my bed. Shivering one night and sweating the next." The man's expression grew somber for a flicker and then drained completely of anything. "I was taunted by the pair of scissors in my desk drawer. The letter opener on my desk Dezzie gave me for my sixteenth birthday, it'd be that easy ending my suffering and spiting you in the process."

Another unspoken secret not even his psuedo sister knew and had she, it would break her heart surely. "I fought for Morrigan to stay alive, so I bided my time obediently. I knew the moment that diploma landed in my hand, I was gone. Away from Hedgestone, away from my responsibilities, from you. Running was the only option I had. Still...you didn't break me how you wanted." It sounded falsely confident and certainly, the sake of his self-esteem depended on faking until he could make it, and providing Douglas the gratification wouldn't ever materialize. "Then I arrive home to hear you and Dezzie perished in a car bombing. While my brother's death caused ripples of mourning in the community, yours was met with no deserving fanfare. As they say, the kingdoms never weep when the villain falls."

Chandler dropped to one knee beside the bag and unzipped it, removing the only object contained within and rising to a standing position. The brand new sledgehammer he purchased for this specific visit came highly recommended by the hardware store he purchased it from. The clerk clearly knew who he was the moment Chandy strutted through the door and was right forgoing asking questions as to why a Urie elite required the piece of equipment. "No one lights a candle to remember you, Douglas. No one prays while your corpse rots, certainly not me." Chandler gripped the handle and inspected the metal piece attached to the top thoroughly, "I want you to know the punchline. That boy you mutilated and tossed in the river like garbage, the name you thought you beat from your daughter, wasn't the one Morrigan was seeing. His name's Julian Reese."

Chandler raised the sledgehammer over his shoulder, uttering the small sweet victory, "You lose." The mallet's first forward swing landed right in the middle of the epitaph, poetically making contact on Douglas' name. The satisfaction instantly shot down his spine and slowly traveled from limb to limb. A euphoric experience exploding from pent up aggression and placing feelings underneath the floorboards. He lifted the hammer and struck the stone again with a forceful grunt, sending substantial sizes of rock flying every which way. It was a miracle he wasn't hit by anything, but he didn't stop there. Watching Julian take out his rage on a batting cage sparked the idea and he wasn't pulling his shots with losing complete control like the other did. While Julian feared the strength of his anger, Chandy thrived on his. The hammer created contact several times, enlarging the cracks along the surface.

The pedestal in which the tombstone sat on finally gave way with Chandler taking a small step backwards as the remaining pieces collapsed in on itself and sent the angel toppling to the grass, shattering in two pathetic slivers. There is a certain beauty when destruction happens, chaos St. Cascadia brings out in its citizens. That even the most civilized man like him could become monstrous when facing a tormentor. If Chandler cannot kill Douglas, he would erase the last piece of the Urie patriarch's identity. "No one will remember you now, bitch." Shooting a middle finger at what was left of the gravestone, Chandy stuffed the sledgehammer back inside the duffle and looped his arm through the straps.

As Chandler moved away from the ruins after a long minute staring at what he created, he stopped at another gravestone that wouldn't suffer the same fate by a million years. "Hi, Dezzie. Don't mind the mess beside you. Though, if we're being a hundred percent honest, you were always a witness to mine. This is one I don't want you cleaning." The wrath previously dissipated and melancholy formed in its place. A heavy heart. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for the funeral. You'd want me not blaming myself, but the second I leave, I lost you. I was supposed to be at your side and I wasn't, Dez. I was supposed to protect you and I couldn't because of my cowardice. We needed you." Chandler did his best pushing back the tears no matter how they stung. "I still need you." The sentence hung in the air. "But I'll protect her like we've always done and I will spend every day making you proud. I promise." He reached out a hand and placed it on top of the stone.

"I love you, big brother."

And somehow by design, Chandler almost sensed Desmond saying it back.

#self para: no requiem #tw for the pain and agony and all around ouchie

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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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trust me i WILL be coming here just to rant with how it went since i don’t have any friend that likes kpop (i have one but she’s a bts stan and because of that we haven’t talked since almost a month ago jsjsj since she got mad for something i said (i actually praised nct and svt vocals lol) + i moved cities and none of my irls from here know i like kpop so yeah…) so i apologize in advance for the person i will become after the concert! thank you<3 and ofc safety is first!!

if (traitor) jeno has a million haters i’m one of them. if he has 1 hater it’s me. if he has 0 haters it means i have left this earth. and if he has 1 hater after i died then i crawled out of hell through fire and brimstone to hate again. so i don’t care if they fight me cause god gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers 😔😔

“so MAYBE there will be a small spin off about it.” WHAT ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH I TOLD YOU YOU WANT TO KILL ME!!!!!!!!

also what the other anon said about their theory… SADLY i had the same one since i saw the labyrinth spoiler and even before that i had the same one since /that/… i really hope i’m wrong tho because i refuse to believe haechan has no real opportunity left with mc 💔

p.s:#teamhaechanforever

p.s 2: i love the header from the masterlist, so cute and i love that you actually kept the sour concept its so creative cause i would have never thought of that!!

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feel you i only have one kpop stan irl luckily for me, she doesn't get offended when i praise my faves. no need to apologize i can't wait to read your rant!! are you going alone?

so i don’t care if they fight me cause god gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers 😔😔 this is me every time i defend a villain on twitter, can't believe you're fighting for your life to go against traitor!jeno

idk there's something about the header that doesn't convince me😩😩i like the concept too but ugh idk (i will probably never change it because i genuinely don't know what's bothering me rip)

put the second ask under the cut and also the 'answer' to the labyrinth theory but i don't think it's a spoiler

okay so in the previous ask i mentioned /that/ and i don’t know if it will be a spoiler so i didn’t want to ruin anything but i think since the previous parts ended with quotes from the songs i think happier will end the same (and you know how much i loved that) so that means haechan won’t end up with mc 😭😭😭😭 UNLESS the final narration is done by jeno so he’s the one saying “i hope you’re happy but don’t be happier” yk what… i think that’s right 😁😁 gtg now i need to gaslight myself with that second theory i just made!! (you don’t have to post this ask if you don’t want to!!) - 💌

that's all i have to say. i think it's clear i'm having fun???

if rose-colored glasses jeno is the king of gaslighting others you're the queen of gaslighting yourself i love you 😭

#anon answered #💌 anon #fic: happier #series: sour universe

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twickedwoman · 3 years

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The traitor queen

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heartlessmae · 3 years

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The Traitor Queen headers

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redhoodssweetheart · 3 years

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By the Sea Part Five

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Mermaid!Reader

Requested: No (Requests are closed except for a few, see pinned post for details.)

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Description: Y/N is a mermaid that longs for the land. Her friend Natasha tells her that she knows a human who will take care of her and leads her there, she only has one rule: do not under any circumstances fall in love with a human. But Steve’s friend Bucky is drawing her in, in ways she hadn’t expected. Will Y/N be able to return to the ocean once her stay in the human realm is complete? And what happens when Natasha learns that Y/N is betrothed to be married to their king’s son? Will she drag her friend back or keep her hidden amongst the humans?

A/N: Sorry I missed last weekend. I’ll post another part to make up for it in a little bit. Also the image header is not the reader It’s Natasha (pretend the hair is red). I also no longer do taglists if you would like to stay up to date on all my works please check out my sideblog @buckyismymainman

Tony slung his arm around Bucky’s shoulders, “Why did you run out on lunch the other day? You looked like the devil was on your tail.”

Bucky managed to remove Tony’s arm from around his shoulders and straightened his shirt, “I saw a new friend in town and she looked sad.”

“Oh?” Clint perked up from his spot on the couch. “Do my ears deceive me or did Bucky just say he was spending time with a woman?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “He was spending time with Y/N.”

All eyes were now on Bucky. “You’ve met Steve’s mysterious new friend that none of us have ever heard of?” Bruce had been begging Steve to let the group meet the girl, but Steve was still keeping her under wraps. Now that they knew that Bucky had met and spent time with her they would never stop bugging Steve.

“It was completely by accident,” Steve said in a lazy tone. “We were in town getting new clothes for her when I ran into Bucky. He accompanied me and got to meet her. It wasn’t as if I chose him out of all of you to meet her first.”

“What’s she like?” Tony asked.

Bucky tugged at his collar and wished that he were anywhere but in Tony’s apartment right now. “She’s sweet, a little shy, but she’s got this calming presence about her. Also, everything seems to surprise and cause a sense of wonderment for her. It’s almost as if she’s never seen these things before.”

“It’s just the new setting,” Steve said quickly. “She’s never traveled this far from home before and it’s almost as if she’s traveled to a completely different planet.”

“Where did you say she was from again?” Clint asked.

“Smeraldo, it’s an island that isn’t too far from here,” Steve cleared his throat and stood. “I need to get going, I have to meet one of the ships at the docks to make sure everything with my shipment is all right before it leaves for Spain. I’ll see you, gentlemen, later.” With that, he excused himself and hurried to the docks and away from his friends’ scrutiny.

“He seems very peculiar about his friend,” Sam said, his eyes on the door where Steve had just hurried through. “Almost as if he’s hiding something about her.”

“Maybe he is,” Thor said with a roguish grin. “Maybe she’s on the run from someone or maybe she’s a spy who’s seeking refuge from someone who discovered her secret.”

Tony snorted, “You’ve been reading one too many books here lately, Thor. I’m afraid that it’s filled your head with fantastical ideas about spies and crazy adventures that never happen.”

“What if she’s a mermaid?” Clint grinned. “You know how Steve always went on and on about mermaids.”

Sam groaned and leaned his head back against his chair, “Please, enough with the mermaids and the wild ideas. She’s probably just some regular lady from this Smeraldo place and Steve just feels a little protective of her because of what happened last time.”

The room fell silent and the others looked down, all except for Bucky who was looking between his friends. “What happened with Natasha?” He had been too young when she had been around and he didn’t know the full story. Steve never talked about her unless someone brought her up and asked him how she was doing.

His friends shared a look before Sam said, “We swore we’d never speak about it.”

Tony ran a hand through his hair, “He deserves to know, especially if Steve is going to be overprotective with Y/N.”

“Sam knows it better than the rest of us so he should be the one that tells it,” Clint said, glancing over at the older man with a concerned look.

Sam closed his eyes and knew that Bucky wasn’t going to let the subject go so he should tell Bucky before he said something to Steve and anger him. “We all met Natasha around four years ago….”

Y/N was in the water with Natasha, they were swimming just off the coast of Steve’s beach together. Natasha had come back that morning because she wanted to make things right with her friend and she wanted to explain a few things to the younger woman.

“First, I’m sorry for how mad I got the other day,” she was perched on the reef, her hands fiddling with a shell she had picked up. “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you and tried to force you to do something that you didn’t want to do.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have,” Y/N replied with a frown. “You don’t understand what kind of pressure I’ve been under since I found out that I was supposed to marry Loki.”

She nodded her head, “You’ve always been a free spirit and I can’t imagine that becoming queen would be appealing to someone like you.”

“It isn’t, and being forced to marry someone that I know I’ll never love as more than a friend isn’t a pleasant thought. It’s not that I don’t think Loki will be a wonderful husband, it’s just that I don’t want him to be my husband.”

“He’s been searching for you, he’s worried. He’s not mad and he’s talked his father down from marking you as a traitor before they know what’s happened to you.”

Y/N looked at her hands, “But I am a traitor. I’ve chosen the land over the sea, I’ve chosen to remain a human for the rest of my days versus staying a mermaid and marrying the future king.” She knew that if she were ever discovered in the village then she would be marked a traitor and be brought before the royal court. There was no way that she would be spared, even if Loki understood and tried to pardon her.

“I wish there was something that I could do to help you,” Natasha said honestly. “I wish there was some way to make them understand that it’s just a path you don’t want to take and that they could find someone better suited for Loki.”

Y/N knew the risk that Natasha was taking by coming to see her and having been the one that brought her to Steve’s in the first place. “Natasha, I think it would be best if you didn’t come to visit me anymore. If they find out that you were the one who took me here, that you’ve known where I was the entire time then they could lock you up for conspiring with me. I should have never dragged you into my own problems.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Natasha took Y/N’s hands in her own and gave them a gentle squeeze. “You’re my friend and I wanted to help you.” She sighed and said, “There’s something that I need to tell you about my time with the humans.” Y/N looked at her expectantly waiting to hear what had happened to her friend. “When I was with Steve there was a man in the village that I fell in love with. He was one of the reasons why I wanted to go to the human world so badly. I wanted to be around him and love him. Steve found me on the beach right as I shifted and offered to help.

“I told him about the man that I had seen and Steve took me into town once he had taught me how to walk properly in clothes and how to speak to humans. Together we went into town and searched for the man I had seen so many times before. I managed to find him and caught his eye and he approached me. I spent most of the summer with him, falling in love and thinking that he was the one for me. That was until I discovered he was betrothed. It broke my heart when I saw the woman run into his arms, she had no idea that he had been spending his time with me.

“I confronted him about it, demanding to know why he was using me if he was with another woman. He merely chuckled and said that I had just been easy because I had been so naïve to believe the lies he had fed me. He used me and hurt me all because his fiancé wasn’t around to stop him from being with someone else.”

“That’s why you told me not to fall in love,” the realization dawned on Y/N as Natasha finished her story.

She nodded her head, “I just didn’t want someone to use you as he had used me. That same night I went to his home with the plans of murdering him while he slept, but Steve followed me. He knew how hurt and angry I was. He knew that my trust had been broken. He stopped me before I could do anything and I returned to the ocean that very same night, never to return again.”

“Steve misses you,” Y/N said. I know you don’t want to risk running into this man, and I can understand why, but Steve seems lonely and he had his friend Bucky do this picture of a mermaid. I think it’s meant to be you.”

Natasha dropped her head, “I know, I saw it the other day, but I didn’t say anything about it. And I know I should see him more because he misses me and I miss him as well, but it’s still too soon.”

“Just visit him more, I think it would make him happy,” Y/N said before glancing up toward the surface. “I should get back. It’s getting late and Steve told me that the boys are coming over for dinner later. They’re eager to meet me.”

Natasha chuckled, “Ah the gang still comes over for Friday night dinners, tell them I said hello.”

“You could tell them yourself,” Y/N prompted. “It’d be nice to have someone else there besides Steve and Bucky.”

“I don’t know,” Natasha said hesitantly.

“Please?” Y/N pouted and batted her eyes at Natasha which caused her friend to laugh.

“Fine! I’ll come, but I’m leaving as soon as the others are gone.”

The two of them swam back to shore and Steve was surprised when Natasha walked into the dining room wearing one of her older dresses. “Natasha? What on earth are you doing here?”

“Well that’s not the welcome I was hoping for,” she teased.

Steve shook his head and walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, “That’s not what I meant. It’s just… you haven’t come to one of these in a while. I’m surprised you came.”

“Y/N wanted me to come, she said it would be fun and it’s been a while since I’ve seen the others. It will be nice to see them all again.”

The doorbell rang and Steve pulled away, “And wonder who’s first tonight. Natasha, do you mind finishing setting the table while I get the door? Y/N can you help her?”

“Sure,” Y/N responded with a smile.

“Natasha, as I live and breathe,” both girls turned to see who had come first only to realize that they had all arrived at the same time. Bruce had spoken first and was standing there with a large grin on his face. “Long time no see.”

Natasha walked over and hugged him and the others, “It’s so nice to see you all again.” She paused when she reached Bucky and said, “I’m afraid I don’t know you.”

“This is Bucky,” Steve said. “Bucky meet my old friend Natasha.”

Bucky stuck out his hand and shook Natasha’s, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Steve and the others speak about you all the time.”

“All good things, I promise,” Steve interjected.

Natasha narrowed her eyes at him, “I feel like you’re lying, but I’ll let it slide this time.”

Bucky’s eyes landed on Y/N, he hadn’t seen her since Steve had barged into his studio that night and taken her home with him. As Natasha said her hellos and got caught up with the others he made his way toward Y/N. No one but Steve was really paying attention to the two of them. He noticed the way Y/N’s face lit up as Bucky approached.

“I’m sorry if I got you into trouble the other night,” he whispered as he came to a stop before her. There was a sheepish smile on his face and he looked down at the ground for a second. “Would you like to come back one day? You can come with me in the morning and I promise I’ll have you back before dark.”

“I’d like that,” she whispered. “I had fun before Steve barged in on us.”

“So did I,” Bucky was relieved to hear that she hadn’t been bored out of her mind.

Steve suddenly clapped his hands, “We should eat before the food gets cold.” He shot Bucky a look, but didn’t say anything else as everyone slowly gathered around the table and took their places.

Natasha watched Y/N as she took a seat beside the young man she hadn’t met before tonight and grew worried as the two of them laughed quietly and talked to themselves. She caught Steve’s eye and mouthed, “We need to talk.” He merely nodded before steering the conversation toward the upcoming summer festival.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader #Bucky Barnes x Mermaid!Reader #Bucky Barnes x Reader fluff #Bucky Barnes x Reader angst #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes fanfic #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes angst

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ghost-town-story · 3 years

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(For the WTW Prompt Bingo, but I’m probs gonna be going about a bingo in a very roundabout way lol. Anyhoot, have some more Traitor Queen Pirate AU)

“Well,” a voice said right over Charlie’s shoulder, “don’t you look pretty when you’re all dressed up.”

Charlie’s breath caught in his throat as he whirled around. “Eclipse?” he breathed.

Eclipse smirked back at him and winked behind his mask. “Hey.”

Charlie threw himself at Eclipse, who caught him with a laugh and spun him around. When Eclipse set him down, Charlie took moment to catch his breath and properly appreciate the man now standing in front of him. He had to admit the pirate cleaned up well, especially considered he had managed to sneak into a royal gala without raising any suspicion.

“Like what you see?” Eclipse teased.

Charlie could feel his cheeks heating with a blush, but he reached out and smoothed down one of the lapels of Eclipse’s jacket. “You don’t look half bad yourself,” he responded.

“Half bad,” Eclipse scoffed, leaning down to kiss Charlie. He tasted like the ocean, like drowning, like freedom. Charlie couldn’t help but cling even as Eclipse broke the kiss. “Thought I would get a little more than just half bad.”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at Eclipse’s poorly disguised pout. “Fine. You’re very pretty tonight.”

“Damn right.” Eclipse smirked down at Charlie. “Only the best for you.”

Charlie let out a soft huff of laughter. “Which raises the question,” he said. “Why are you here tonight?”

Eclipse raised an eyebrow. “You really think that I’d let you go that easily?” he asked. “That I could watch them drag you away and not do everything in my power to come after you?”

Charlie didn’t like to get his hopes up. In his experience, it usually only ended in heartbreak. But deep down, he hadn’t been able to completely kill the hope that Eclipse would come for him. “Eclipse—”

“There you are Charles.”

In a fit of panic, Charlie shoved Eclipse away from him, scrambling to stand without the support of the man he’d been unconsciously leaning against. “Jen!” he gasped.

“Full name, love, we’re in public,” Charlie’s sister said lowly as she reached out to fuss with Charlie’s hair. “Anyways, Mother has been wondering about you, and—I’m sorry, can we help you?” The last part was aimed towards Eclipse, who hadn’t moved since he’d regained his balance.

The only response Eclipse gave was an easy shrug and a nod of his head that could be mistaken as a bow if one was lenient.

“Jenna,” Charlie pulled his sister’s attention away from Eclipse. “It’s alright. We were just talking.”

Jenna, thankfully, let Eclipse’s lack of a response go. “Very well. Come along Charles. After all, there’s only so long we can make the Queen wait for us.” Charlie wondered if he was imagining the emphasis she placed on their mother’s title, but the thought was quickly banished as Jenna took him by the hand. Once she was sure he was moving, she let go in order to forge a path through the swarm of people crowding the hall.

Before Charlie could take more than two steps to follow his sister though, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“You can either stay on the ship,” Eclipse murmured into Charlie’s ear, “or you can jump.”

Charlie hesitated, watching Jenna disappear with every step she took. “I could drown,” he whispered back.

“I’d pull you out of the water.”

Charlie finally tore his gaze away from Jenna, turning back to Eclipse. “Eclipse…”

“Just say the word.” Eclipse twined his fingers with Charlie’s.

And looking into Eclipse’s blue eyes, Charlie found the decision was surprisingly easy.

“Okay.”

(Bingo card beneath the cut)

Prompts: Royalty + Pirate

Word Count: 596

#writing #in which i write #snippets #traitor queen #new tq #wtwbingo

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vivilove-jonsa · 4 years

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Yours Before I Knew

Again, since we’ve got some lovely new Jonsa-themed headers for WIP Wednesday, I’m dusting off some old drafts to share some things. I can still call it a work in progress even if I’ve only completed two chapters in a year, right? *sighs* (You can find the lovely Canon-themed headers here if you want to use one)

This is a Rhaegar Won/Arranged Marriage AU that I’ve been wanting to write for ages but am easily distracted from and it may never see the light of day on ao3 so here’s the first two chapters in case anyone wants to see what I’ve got. Fair warning, it’s all set up for Jon and Sansa marrying with a side of scheming so probably pretty dull :(

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Chapter 1-ELIA

The queen sucked on an orange wedge relishing the sunshine as the clacking of wooden swords silenced the morning songbirds. She did not mind that. All her life, she’d known the sounds of boys and men training every morning.

The stone walls of her little courtyard had been baking in the sun since it rose three hours earlier. Touching those walls might lead to a burnt hand now. But Elia would not touch them. She was content to enjoy the radiated warmth of them as she broke her fast and watched the boys, her son…and Lyanna’s.

Not everyone loves the sun as the Dornish do and the Sun does not love everyone.

The Dornish had been infuriated with her husband of course, none more than her brothers, but they had stayed true to the Iron Throne. When Robert’s Rebellion had ended with the usurper’s death outside the city walls, they had remained Rhaegar’s subjects though silently sullen over the insult he had done their princess.

Heeding the advice of others, Rhaegar had chosen to avoid single combat with Robert Baratheon and instead made overtures to Tywin Lannister, appealing to the man whose ego his father had wounded more than once with promises of a better reign in the future.

And despite his melancholic outlook in general, her husband chose not to dwell overly long on his part in his father’s removal from the throne nor the circumstances surrounding his death. Lord Tywin’s men had done all the dirty work for their new king and the unpleasantness had been swept away like filthy rushes to be replaced with fresh, sweet ones.

But not everything had been forgotten and not everything had been swept out the door either.

“Do you yield?” she heard Aegon cry, an edge of triumph in his childish voice.

“Nay!”

Elia scowled and continuing sucking on her orange wedge. The boy was stubborn. Aegon was a year older. He was taller and a bit broader. But Aemon would not yield until he was on the ground and pinned, usually with Aegon shoving his face into the stones if the master-at-arms did not stop them quick enough. Always determined to prove himself, Aemon fought like a wolf. No doubt the stigma surrounding his birth and his questionable place at Court plagued him.

Like a wolf. Elia smiled despite herself. That was what he was. He is no true dragon.

“That’s good, Jon!” the master-at-arms said as the tempo of the clacking wooden swords increased.

Jon. He preferred to be called Jon. It was the name his uncle had given him when he’d taken the child and his sister’s bones out of Dorne before he’d learned of his friend’s death.

Lord Stark had been spared by Rhaegar. Some whispered that he should’ve met a traitor’s end but their shared grief over Lyanna had stayed her husband’s hand. Elia did not object to it though she would’ve thought Rhaegar might’ve stripped him of his title and lands at least. However, the Northman had been allowed to return to his frozen forests, grateful to be reunited with his wife and young son. He’d only been south of the Neck once since the end of the war.

Rhaegar had permitted the boy to be fostered in Winterfell as a babe before sending for him when he was six. “The North is in his blood. It is where he will fight his greatest battles…and where he will die someday perhaps,” her husband had once said. Rhaegar’s obsession with prophecy had only grown with the passing of years.

The North was a place that held little interest for Elia but she was aware of their own discontented murmurs. Nevertheless, Lord Stark had kept the vast kingdom under control and helped stop Balon Greyjoy’s ill-fated rebellion recently even though many of the Northmen held no love of the Crown. And why should they? Aerys had killed Lord Eddard’s father and brother after Rhaegar had made off with the Stark girl inciting the rebellion to begin with.

The fact that Rhaegar had married Lyanna in a secret ceremony, pressuring the High Septon to allow the practice of polygamy as the Targaryens of old had, had not tempered their displeasure. Most did not believe Rhaegar’s talk of prophesies or Aemon’s potential role in some war to come but no one said as much to the king.

“My lady? May I join you?”

She tilted her head in acquiescence. “Have you come to watch them?” she asked once Rhaegar had taken a seat and kissed her hand, his courtly manners undimmed despite the strained state of their marriage.

He looked towards the courtyard for a handful of seconds, watching the battle below with an indifference she couldn’t understand. “I’ve spent my morning closeted with the Hand arranging betrothals.”

“Whose?”

“The children’s, both mine and my father’s.”

Elia swallowed her disquiet and brushed her hands along her silk skirts. “Did Viserys have objections?”

“Objections to Arianne? Why would he? And it was agreed to long ago.”

“And Daenerys will marry Quentyn?”

“She will.”

“Doran will be pleased.”

He hummed softly in response. She knew the young princess’s opinion would not be sought. Elia felt sorry for the girl and her own daughter but it wasn’t as if she’d been given any choice in the matter of her own match. It was the lot of all highborn girls whether they carried the title of lady or princess. And besides, Quentyn is a sweet boy.

“And who are our children to marry?”

“Rhaenys will marry Willas Tyrell.”

“You’d marry my daughter to a Tyrell?” she asked sharply, her earlier acceptance of the fate of highborn girls quite forgotten.

“The enmity between your family’s house and the Tyrells should end. Willas bears no ill will towards your brother nor Oberyn towards him. It’s time the rest of you follow suit.”

Elia bowed her head, knowing that any argument would be fruitless. Rhaegar was not his father but he would not be talked out of a decision easily either.

“And Aegon? Who is to be his queen?”

“I had thought to heal another breach. The North is vast and anger lingers there.”

She could not be silent on this. “You will not marry my son into her family!”

Rhaegar’s eyes moved from the boys below to his wife, that strange distance in him so visible. If he was blood and fire, why were his looks always so cold? She contained a shiver but dropped her eyes. She rarely spoke so heatedly towards him. Her rages would do her no more good than her sweetness in this case regardless, she feared.

“I had thought to. I’ve decided differently. Tywin has been a faithful servant and Cersei serves you well.”

Tywin had decidedly differently is what that meant. And Cersei... “She hates me.”

“Nonsense.”

“You see her beauty and her smiles. You do not see her contempt. You do not hear her barbed words.” You only see what you wish to when you bed her, the wife of your best friend. She would not dare speak those words.

“She won’t be marrying Aegon, her daughter will.”

“Myrcella?”

“Yes.”

“She’s only three.”

“He’s only eleven. They’ll marry after she flowers.” He softened marginally. “It is only a betrothal, my lady. If things change, things change,” he shrugged.

She stewed over that before asking about Rhaegar’s third child. “And Aemon?”

“It is my hope that match will end the rumbling in the North. He will marry his uncle’s daughter, the eldest girl.”

“Lady Sansa?”

“Um…yes, that’s her name.”

Did he know it to begin with? she wondered. No matter. This arrangement did not matter to her. It suited her. She’d have Lannisters and Tyrells as her children’s good-parents. Wasn’t that enough to worry over?

Who cared if Aemon, or Jon as he preferred, went North someday? It wasn’t that she disliked him. It was just that he was a constant reminder of things that Elia would rather forget. He’d go North and marry the Stark girl. Maybe she’d never see Lyanna’s son again if he did.

But Rhaegar had other plans as always, it would seem.

“Aemon will marry Sansa Stark once they’re of age, get an heir by her and then…we’ll see where I need him most.”

“Where you need him most? I don’t understand.”

Rhaegar did not answer.

“Well done! Well fought, boys!” the master-at-arms cried a moment later.

Elia’s expectant smile curdled when she saw Aegon clutching his hand, his wooden sword on the stones at his feet and Aemon doing a poor job of hiding his delight. The North could have Lyanna’s son. She could not say she’d miss him here.

Chapter 2-JAIME

Ser Jaime Lannister of the Nights Watch strolled along the corridors of the Red Keep towards the chambers occupied by his twin sister Cersei. He caught his reflection in a mirrored panel. He didn’t look half bad in black. He felt no more soiled in it than he had in his white cloak.

Due to his father’s role in winning Rhaegar his crown, Jaime had not been beheaded for his own rather hands-on part in seeing an end to Aerys’ regime but he had been discharged from the Kingsguard and sent to the Nights Watch for killing his king.

He hadn’t stayed there very long.

It was cold and inhospitable and his fellow brothers in black had all loathed him. He hadn’t gone out of his way to make any friends there to be honest. They were all beneath him, none could hold a candle to him with sword or lance and the North was clearly not for him.

So, when Lord Commander Mormont had been lamenting the lack of able-bodied recruits to fill their numbers and man the Wall, Ser Jaime had graciously offered to go South to the king and his father the Hand and see to it a regular supply of warm bodies were sent the Lord Commander’s way. It didn’t matter that most of them were the excrement of the lowest pothouses or the ague-ridden sweepings of dungeons, Jaime knew Mormont would take them, desperate as he was. And so long as the recruits kept arriving, Mormont did not recall Ser Jaime to his post. That suited Lord Tywin and, since Jaime avoided making a nuisance of himself around Rhaegar, it seemed the king was content for him to remain and ignored him for the most part.

He gave me a life sentence meant to humble me for killing his father but knew it was necessary if he was ever going to ascend to the throne himself. Besides, he’d have no city to rule from if not for me.

He had fallen into a little place here at Court. He competed in tourneys here and there, not enough to draw too much attention to himself though. Mostly, he assisted the master-at-arms in drilling young guards as well as the young princes. Occasionally, the Small Council would ask him questions about the Watch. He was as ignorant as most of them but he spoke the words he thought they wanted to hear given the current mood.

It was infinitely preferable to stalking along the top of the Wall or overseeing the digging of new latrines in the frozen shit hole that was Castle Black. He wasn’t even sure what the Nights Watch’s purpose was anymore. The ragamuffin Wildlings who made it over the Wall once in a while weren’t any true threat to the Seven Kingdoms and it’s not like that could all breach the 700 foot edifice in their way.

As for his pupils, Viserys was quite hopeless and Jaime had been glad to see the back of him when he’d left for Dragonstone a couple of years earlier. Aegon and Aemon, or Jon as the boy preferred, had some promise though, the younger boy more than the older.

His twin sister Cersei was at Court as well, one of the Queen’s ladies, while his father had chosen to leave Tyrion behind at Casterly Rock, out of sight and out of mind.

He rapped upon his sister’s door and entered when a maid answered. Cersei stood before a mirror adjusting the emerald green gown encrusted with gold she wore which highlighted the eyes which matched his own, whilst her golden hair shone in the sunlight.

“What do you want?” she asked irritably as her maid clasped a great diamond and onyx necklace around her throat.

You, he mouthed, earning him a scowl. Theirs was not a typical brother-sister relationship to say the least.

“Connington’s here,” she said in a conversational tone next. “His ship arrived in the harbor last night.”

Her husband, Lord Jon Connington, was one of Cersei’s least favorite people to see. Gratefully, he spent most of his time in his castle while his wife spent most of her time at court.

Only five years older than the bride he’d been gifted as a reward for his faithful services during the rebellion, Connington appeared a withered old man when stood next to Cersei these days. Jaime highly suspected she was slowly poisoning him…or having someone do it for her. He honestly didn’t care if it was so. The oaf did not deserve Cersei. A good thing the children weren’t his.

“And did you entertain your husband when he arrived last night?” Jaime asked mockingly, his gloved hand tracing her pale throat when the maid was dismissed at last.

“There was no need. He was eager to spend as much time as possible with the king.” Connington would rather lick the king’s boots than his wife’s teats. That suited Jaime just fine.

“And who was the king eager to see last night?” he whispered in her ear, the hand at her throat squeezing ever so slightly.

She jerked her chin and stepped away from his touch. Jaime clenched his fist and told himself it didn’t matter. The children weren’t Rhaegar’s either.

Saying no to Rhaegar after carefully flirting and teasing her way into an affair with him would be foolish though. Cersei had her reasons, no doubt. Regardless, she was still his. She was part of him. She would always be his in a way the others never could be, not her husband who she spent less than fifteen minutes at a time in the company of if she could help it and not her current and practically acknowledged lover, the king.

Deciding he didn’t wish to quarrel today, he asked after her children. My children.

“Myrcella will be queen someday. Father has arranged it,” she told him, clearly pleased.

He nodded. It was neither here nor there to him. Cersei had warned him not to get too close, not to appear too doting so as not the raise any awkward questions and he’d followed her lead. He hoped Myrcella would be treated well by Aegon but that was the extent of his interest. They were only little children for now.

“That will be something…for you to be the mother of the queen.”

A dangerous glint appeared in her eyes as a cold smile formed upon her crimson lips. “Yes, the mother of the queen might be enough for some.”

The door burst open a moment later. “My lady! The Queen!” the maid from earlier gasped.

“Oh, dear. Whatever is the matter?” Cersei asked, the sweet concern in her tone not fooling Jaime for an instant. “Forgive me, brother. I must go to her,” she said once all had been relayed, a sudden pain in the stomach and the queen had vomited blood after breaking her fast.

“Of course, sister,” he bowed. “You are one of her ladies. You must attend her.”

And I will follow you.

Outside Queen Elia’s chambers though, he was halted by the youngest member of the kingsguard. Cersei hastened within and he took up a post of sorts opposite the knight, Ser Garlan Tyrell.

“Has the king been notified?”

“He has, Ser Jaime. He’s expected to arrive soon.”

The pounding of feet soon met their ears but it was not the king rushing to his wife’s side. It was her children and the king’s other son.

“Let me by, Ser Garlan!” Princess Rhaenys shouted, her dark curls bouncing as she stood. The knight bowed and stood aside as the princess and her younger brother headed in. But before Jon could pass the threshold, Rhaenys rounded on him. “Not you!” she hissed. “She won’t want to see you!”

The boy’s crestfallen expression was quickly hidden by a jerky nod. He would not be wanted by any of them. It shouldn’t surprise him. He really shouldn’t allow it to wound him by this point and yet it was plain it always did. Jaime might almost feel sorry for him…if he was much given to sympathy for others outside of himself and Cersei.

“Come along, my prince,” Jaime said affably, putting an arm around the boy’s shoulders to guide him away. Out of sight, out of mind. They looked nothing alike but Jon always reminded Jaime a bit of Tyrion, a motherless boy, unwanted and unloved by most everyone. Jaime had an undeniable soft spot for his little brother so maybe he had a touch of one for this boy as well. “It’s been a fortnight since I’ve seen you practice with your lance. You can’t be a knight if you never master it, you know.”

“Yes, Ser Jaime,” Jon said, looking back over his shoulder once before he allowed himself to be led outdoors.

All morning, he drilled Jon in the lance and then swords. He was getting quite good…for a boy of ten.

When the bells began to toll, they had just stopped to sup on roasted hen, shallots and crusty bread.

“What are the bells ringing for?” the boy asked.

“You know, don’t you, Jon?”

The queen was dead.

Those dark grey eyes widened and the long pale face grew paler. He looked remarkably like a Stark to Jaime. There was little of Rhaegar in him.

A member of the kingsguard came to share the news as night fell. The king was said to be in seclusion and Elia’s children were with their attendants. No one came for Jon so Jaime sat with him. The boy cried bitter tears for the step-mother who had never loved him but never treated him unkindly either.

Jaime allowed him a second cup of wine and soon the child was dozing in a corner while Jaime wondered how his fair sister was managing her performance, the aggrieved courtier and friend, so concerned for the welfare of Elia’s children whilst maneuvering and plotting for the day she might be Rhaegar’s queen.

Mother of the queen might be enough for some…but not Cersei.

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S U R E F I R E: CH VII

summary: amicea has been a queen since her eleventh day of life. with the first order’s shadow beginning to grow, and with the love of her life joining on the opposing side, while thrown into in an engagement with the newest commander in the first order. she begins to feel her control on her own life spiral.

pairings: poe dameron x original character x kylo ren

header made by the lovely @whirlybirbs !

Ch VII. the opposition (AMICEA)

The Queen’s meeting hall was a large room with stone walls, and grand windows. It was meant to seem larger than life, to intimidate, to inspire, even. The chairs at the main table were simple, nothing about them was special. The head of the table though, had a large velvet chair with gold adornment. It was a visual reminder that only one person wore a crown in this room.

She felt like her neck was going to break from the metaphorical weight of it before this was all over. Kylo sat at her right, a few trusted advisors scattered around, and the vultures in recycled Imperial uniforms filled the empty chairs. One of them, pale and red haired, had worn his wool great coat and thick trousers, sweat was brewing on his brow already from the sun.

Good. She thought. Let him be uncomfortable.

This meeting wasn’t one of happenstance or coincidence. First Order troopers have been scouring the outer mining villages for weeks. Amicea was waiting for them to have enough gall to ask for what they wanted. So here they were, troopers shifting in their boots, and officers standing as she made her entrance.

She wore another white gown, her own act of rebellion against the wolves swallowing her palace in black. Her lords were first to rise, followed by Kylo, and then the generals who needed some reminding of their manners. She took a seat at the head of her table, and the room filled with silence as the rest of her guests sat. She waited, finally looking over at Kylo, before starting to speak.

“Are we going to talk or?” She turned back toward the men. Her hands folded neatly in her lap. She felt like she should be nicer, but all she could think about were Kylo’s words in the gardens.

“Your Majesty.” Lord Vadik, spoke first. “The people in the capital have felt unnerved by the First Orders presence.”

“I believe we talked about this?” She furrowed her brow and Kylo sunk in his chair. “They were supposed to pull out weeks ago.”

“The Supreme Leader thought it best to leave the troops in the Capital…” Kylo began

“The Supreme Leader isn’t Queen, Commander Ren.” Her tone was cold, and ice-like. The officers in the room were shifting in their seats at such a remark about their master. “Pull all marked troopers out of my city, please.” She cleared her throat. “Is that it?” They all blinked, wondering how to word their next comments.

“The First Order needs access to the mining villages, your highness.” The red headed one spoke first.

“What is your name?”

“General Hux.” He smiled with pride.

“Well, General, your highness is reserved for Princes and Princesses. And I haven’t been a princess since I was an infant.” She forced a smile back, quickly letting it fade. “I was also under the impression that the First Order was already in the mining villages.” She quirked her head. “Unless I have my facts wrong.”

“We have sent out preliminary patrols to confirm…”

“Why wasn’t this told to me?”

“It was a secure project -”

“Security? You can’t possibly be doubting my loyalty when I’ve already agreed to marry your commander.” She scoffed.

“The mining villages have a rare crystal.” Kylo interrupted the banter. “We need them in order to continue operations. It’s nothing that your economy considers of value, you won’t notice it’s gone.” She nodded slowly. He was a breath of fresh air in this room, the dark robes and pointed glances felt like they would suffocate her.

“There is one more matter.” Hux stood. “About the title of our commander upon marrying her Majesty.” She smirked at the correct use of her title.

“Prince Consort, as all husbands of Adroran Queens before him.” Lord Vadik responded and Amicea turned to a very uncomfortable Kylo.

“We believe that this is not suitable for a man of his achievement.” Hux smirked. “King consort is more appropriate.” Every lord in the room choked. The once soft and kind queen that was hidden during this meeting, truly died at that moment.

“King?” She laughed, and stood.

“We believe..”

“You believe what, General Hux?” She tilted her head. “The was a Hux that was part of the Empire as well, if I’m not mistaken. And he only had one son, which was a bastard.” Her face fell flat. “I would rather burn then let a bastard boy lecture me on titles.”

“Your Majesty.” Kylo gestured softly, offering his hand, as if to calm her. Maybe in the garden weeks ago, it would have worked. But now, here was a room full of vulturous Generals trying to take what was hers, and she couldn’t be calmed. “You were born to lead your planet, to protect it.” His voice rang in her ears.

“In case you all are unclear, the title of King goes to the male monarch of Adrora. The title of Queen goes to his wife or the female monarch. The title of Prince consort is exclusively reserved for the husband of the Queen.” She placed both her hands on the table, leaning forward. “Whatever you believe in, whether it be some magic energy that binds us or your Supreme Leader. Being Queen is my birthright.” She growled. “You try to undermine that again, Generals, I will give the New Republic what they need to burn you to the ground before you can even blink.” She nodded and folded her hands back in their place, turning and exiting the grand hall.

Amicea sat on her balcony overlooking the ocean, she had been crying for a couple of hours. Her family had ruled this planet for generations, her father held it strongly in the face of the Empire, and all she could feel was her grip on her people loosening the longer the Destroyers stayed in orbit.

She felt like she might lose it completely when she goes through this marriage.

“If it helps, I didn’t know Hux was going to try that, I am sorry.” Kylo spoke from behind her, she jumped, only to relax when she saw his face. He pulled up the second chair next to her.

“Considering that it’s not the reason I’m crying, it’s not much solace.” She half smiled and pulled her knees to her chest. She felt so informal, but she felt so lost, she just wanted to feel normal for once in her life.

“Why are you, then?”

She sighed, how does she put into words that her system is rapidly spinning out of her control, and she felt like the best shot she had feeling at ease in her life stormed out of her chambers months ago. “It’s complicated.” She finally responded.

“I do apologize for any part I’ve played in it.”

“I’ve done it all to myself.” She sighed. “You should get back to your ship, I doubt your Supreme Leader would appreciate you associating with such a traitor.” She responded, staring at the shoreline.

“Amie, I am sorry for the way I acted..”

“You had no right.” She snapped.

“I think there was some justification to it all.” Amicea whipped her head to stare at him.

“You cannot be serious, justifying going through my things, reading notes that were personal to me, from someone who came long before any proposal was ever suggested..” Her volume was going louder with each word as she stood.

“The Order would have laid waste to your planet if they had caught you.” He began to yell to match her.

“Why?! He’s just a republic pilot, who cares what his opinion of the First Order is?! It’s the same as everyone else on Hosnian Prime.”

“Because he’s not just a Republic pilot anymore, he’s a commander in Organa’s Resistance.” She felt all the air escape her lungs. Poe Dameron was her grey area, her neutral zone and he had officially stepped over the line. “This is so much bigger than you realize. Snoke has a plan, and he will crush whoever is in his way. I know you love your people, and I care about you, so please, get rid of the notes, and anything else you have. If you are named a sympathizer your life will become so much harder.

“Like it’s already so easy? Your troops are going to land in the villages tomorrow. I am not naive, Ren, they are not going to be courteous to my people. They will take what they want and leave them to die.” She pressed a finger into his chest. “I am trapped in a life I cannot control, and am losing more and more of my planet everyday, because you and your precious order have your sights set on me and my people and no one will tell me why.” Kylo opened his mouth to speak and she kept going. “Unless whatever you are about to say is the entire truth, I suggest you take your leave, and do not come back until I call for you.”

He simply bowed his head and left the room, too struck to speak.

Amicea stared out at the sea. She turned to her glass cups on the outside tea table and threw them against the stone, and she screamed.

A queen's life is never her own. Her mother’s words rang in her ears. It will always belong to her people.

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