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âąKing Baldwin IV x F!Reader arranged marriage work.
â ïžSmut Warning, 18+â ïž
This one came out a little bit longgggg. My apologies. đ«Ąâ„ïž
[[ You entered the King's chambers trying not to seem hurried but you felt cheated of grace in your entry where you were quick to rest your crown to his scribing bureau and then turn to find him.
Softly, you called his name after making sure the door had closed behind you for his privacy. You heard nothing in the first second, nearing the bed where he had the long sheer linens of his canopy drawn as he did when he took these early evening retires.
Your hand reached to separate the thin curtains and you found him in the bed where he called for you by name. He was lying there with his head upon the pillows, seeming at the end of his exhaustion with a vial from the apothecary still in his grasp having just drank to recover some of his strength brought on by the tiresome day and you knelt.
"My King.." you cooed, seeing as he turned to face you still in his silver mask.
"Y/N-" he said again weakly, having a haggard slur to his speech, waving you closer where you could hear him more clearly.
"I must confess." He began with a break in his voice, "It brings me shame to have spoken ill to your father his first night here. I should've strayed from the temptation of anger but I could not. All I could see was your veils wet with tears from his absence. I wanted him to know that your sorrow comes at a price. But that is not Godly. I'll ask your forgiveness before The Lord's."
You drew a breath when you stood, resting your weight on the bed at his side when you took his face in your hands, minding the head silk that always fell across your shoulder when you leaned close. Gently, you took his mask, removing it with the bravery you were proud of now after these months of loving him and you said to him wrapped in his bandages that lined his face,
"You won't receive forgiveness. Because you do not require it. Father believes Hadjari rests at the top of the world, rooted there by his own hand. He is proud and I knew that something of his doing would lead you to anger. But I am without qualm. He even found pride in your exchange. Because he knows you care for me."
Baldwin's torn lip curled up in a half smile and said slowly in a nod, "At least there will be some understanding between us in that regard."
You smiled back before easing your mouth down to his in a kiss that assured him he need not worry for your feelings if it came to animosity between him and your father. You'd been fighting for your father's approval all your days before this night and finally it was the last of your priorities now. Baldwin kissed in return sweetly, letting his eyes flutter for a moment that was meant to ease him.
But your lips against his always took their toll on his heart.
His gloved hands petted your jaw lovingly as your mouths moved together but his hands wandered again to place you atop his lap with your body curved to lie atop him in a straddle. You hummed to feel his arms hug around you closer before his weight shifted. He sat up slowly to make you gasp that he was using his strength to join you both closer.
Slowly, his kisses then traveled down your neck alike his breath that warmed your skin but gave you chills that shivered you into a soft state of arousal. Your head tilted to allow him the space to graze down to your collar bone before you spoke between you in a needing whisper,
"You need to rest, My King."
Your mouth moved to the shell of his ear hidden beneath his coverings and spoke further to ease him away from what you knew was coming when both of you shared an open, passionate kiss in privacy that led you both to being embraced in his bed,
"I came to see you have peace before supper. You're exhausted."
Baldwin purred against your shoulder, his mouth agape languidly to press more kisses that teased you but we're laced with affection. Yet, his words thrilled you as the gravel of his hollow, sultry tone most found at the hours midnight, found you now,
"My weariness does not stop meâŠfrom desiring you."
You wanted to ask more of what your father had told you about their discussion, but now your eyes were rolling back in a flutter of your eyelids to hear him whisper so sweetly. Your legs stirred and you said with a salacious smile coming to your mouth between gasps of air, playing into his teases with sensual jest,
"We'll be late for supper-.."
"My beloved, trying to seduce me before a meal with your father? Was it I that gave a kiss so sublime? I recall differently." He teased with a grin growing.
"No- I'd be taking my clothes off if I wanted to seduce you, Your Grace."
"You should do just that." You heard him say after a pause that stilled you and your hands gently braced to lie him back to the bed. He reached for his mask to place back to his face but you stopped him, saying with your eyes that he would be seen as your body would be.
Your hands still shook as you loosened the knotted string behind your nape to free your day gown and opened the small button from your tightened smock. As you shimmied the linen down your chest, freeing your curves only for him to see, you felt beneath you as his body reacted in time with his eyes widening.
"Oh, what a sight." He breathed heavily in what felt like a gasp before he swallowed,
"You want me to lie, don't you?" He asked, spearing his gaze up to see if you'd give him any leniency for this and he knew you'd do that slow nod to your head that gave no mercy.
"My King is tired. And I shall help him rest. I remain true toâŠmy intentions." You answered, feeling a jitter of nerves to realize this would be the first time he had lied completely down for love making- something you wanted since the first time he touched you.
He watched you raise the skirts of your day gown , unraveling and separating the under silk from the heavy textile atop and he took your chin when you looked away, taking your mouth for another kiss before the moment could turn to lust. You felt the first graze of his tongue across your bottom lip and you felt desperate to finally free your bottom half from under your dress.
As his mouth lapped with yours, more open and messy, he made effort to free himself from beneath you. His cincture belt became unraveled with a tug that you aided with prying fingers. His weight was propped onto one elbow and excitedly you felt your core become teased then by the tip of his cock.
He grunted to feel your arousal already meeting him with such a warm abundance and he said with a choked breath that lulled his words in pleasure,
"Don't hurt yourself, y/n. I've forbidden this because you're a new bride that's still learning my body and your pleasure. Do you understand?"
You nodded with half lidded eyes to assure that you weren't lost in your passion just yet and you promised to move slow atop him. He stayed planted on his elbow while your weight eased down to begin penetration that was careful and gentle- but agonizing to take so slowly in such a decadent heat that overtook you both.
Baldwin shut his eyes tightly, only breaking his gaze to feel your walls around his cock deliciously. His hand gripped your hip where he planned to stop you if you tried to move fast at first. His eyes cut the space between you to assure himself you were staying careful with yourself now that your bodies were joined.
You nodded, breathless with your lips already shaking to feel his length already so deep inside, throbbing and owning you silently. You then ground your hips across him for the first time with a slow and experimental pace to ease his caution. But you wanted his delight. As the bed began to groan beneath your movements, and you heard the uptick in your husband's breath, you reached.
Slowly, your hand took the bottom of his silver mask where you were met with hesitation that you planned for.
"No, my angel. Nngh, not yet."
His eyes were half lidded in a glaze of pleasure staring up to you and you answered while keeping your careful pace,
"I want to know what pleases you, my king. Let me see. And this mask will steal your breath."
He gave in when you tried again and you turned the silver disguise to the pillow where you saw that his mouth already hung open for air. He looked to you in yearning, hoping now that you wouldn't discover so soon as to why he had forbade this position thus far. Besides your lack of physical experience.
As your hips ground further, his eyes closed tighter where you felt him throb inside you so sublime. Your back arched to the sensation and he watched your body wind upwards in this divine bend of its liking. He groaned and finally once you saw him again, so washed in pleasure and begging in the eyes for you to continue, you knew.
"Baldwin-" you rasped as your hips rolled,
"You knew that we would like thisâŠ.too much. Didn't you? That'sâŠwhy you've denied this for so long."
He grunted and caught a breath with his tired head turned to the side where he stifled another swathe of bodily euphoria that would've made him call out. After a dry swallow, he said with his teeth nearly gritting to feel his passions beginning to climb.
"BecauseâŠI would like this too much. Because you would make me melt much too fastâŠjust from the sight of youâŠworking to please me."
You moaned to hear him admit it and feeling of his gripped hands at your hips only drove you further. Softly, beneath the sounds and whispers of your body moving the linens of his bed, you heard his quiet voice coaching your movements. His lips shook in muted trembles to tell you, to beg you to 'keep going-' or praises that were warm in a glow as he was becoming satisfied, 'yes, just like this.'
The groaning of the bed became more prominent as you then began to feel your own pleasure meeting you with a chill and you wished that someone wouldn't hear but you knew that everyone that passed his chamber understoodâŠthat the king never slept during his evening rests when you were requested to join him. It was something unspoken in the halls of the citadel that only his Queen could disturb his peace in the afternoon.
And you often did.
"Baldwin-!" You cried, unable to stifle the sharpness of your voice for the sake of others,
"My love-" you stuttered, trying to tell him that your body was nearing its great finish and he felt his legs twining, his muscles tensing in watch of your passion slowly beginning to unfurl.
"Do not stop." He told you, knowing your mind would try to convince your body to slow for his enjoyment to continue. And he forbade it.
"I wantâŠto sate you, Baldwin. Mm, my king." You purred until his gloved hands balled the loose fittings of your gown emphatically and his mouth hung open for air when he said, choking on breath to carry him to an orgasm,
"Your pleasureâŠsates me, y/n. Do as I've said."
Your hips rode and writhed for seconds more where you felt the release begin to chill you. In the sudden, jarring descent of the moment, your legs shook where you cried out for him with your head tilted back.
The King watched from below and felt as your body hugged around him, squeezing and gripping around his length that already throbbed as his ecstasy found him, making him grit his teeth and curving his back against the bed as it rocked him.
"Oh, my Queen." He breathed laboriously but with a smile creeping onto his face and you smiled the same, feeling like young lovers causing mischief in these moments alone and you were then lied carefully across his collar.
Your head was petted like a prize made of fine silk, encouraged to stay with him until morning and you agreed with a contented sigh.
"What else did father say? I remember now..of what I wanted to ask you when I arrived." You giggled softly and Baldwin had already begun in a slow drift towards peaceful sleep, but he answered in a murmur,
"I'll tell you in the morning. I think he was makingâŠa joke. Because he couldn't have been serious. Never âŠtook him to be a man of humor. But I indulge..in being wrong."
You smiled with a tired snicker that never left your throat and together you slept with the king until well into the early, pale blue morning. Just before dawn, you rose athirst for water but also you felt the need for fresh air away from his medicinal haze of frankincense that loomed heavy in the mornings.
You entered the large corridor after rising, tying your long silk robe to keep you decent in your stroll, minding the hair that had fallen astray during your time with the king and Sir Isaac came to your side once your presence was known in the King's Hall.
"Shall I accompany you on your walk, Your Grace?" The palace knight asked, having stood guard outside Baldwin's chambers in the night.
"No-" you told him, gesturing for him to stay at ease,
"Stay with the King. I believe he'll rise soon."
"Directly, Your Grace-" He said with a gallant nod, still grasping the hilt of his sword when you walked further to pass by the long open terrace between the gapped pillars where one could peer down into the sandstone below. It felt in the air that rain had fallen in the night but you could hear movement that made your head turn to observe closer.
Your hands met the half wall that lined the catwalk that would lead you to the gardens but you looked down to search with your eyes until finally you saw the cause of the subtle commotion.
Tariq, your father's lieutenant, swung his long spear in practice with the pointed blades on either side of the home crafted weapon swirling at his back, whirring the air in rhythms that you could hear even from far away. He spun on his feet to complete a turn made in offensive to the sparring opponent made of morning air but his back met you again.
Your feet turned to continue to the garden but his voice then spoke across the empty terrace, having heard even the soft drags of your morning robe across the castle floor.
"Your father missed you at dinner, Princess." He turned with a smirk you would've liked him to keep to himself but you made your discontent known when you corrected him thusly in your home tongue,
"I am Queen now. You will address me as such."
Your sharp and nearly spiteful turn only made his smirk grow wider and he watched you leave until he spoke again at your back, something that began to annoy you,
"Did your King husband grant your father's request? Surely not after merely hours. He will have to consider the risk he is taking."
"I know not of what you speak-"
"-Your father wants you to fight in this war, y/n." He said, polishing the end of his blade with a cloth from his belt as if the words held nothing but the weight of an idea in passing,
"If you're not child bearing, he wants you to bring honor to our country differently. Your mother gave him no sons. This is our way." ]]
âąAU Hiromi Higuruma x F!Reader (Priest/Nun age-gap romance)
âąJust a teaser for now!! Thank you for 500 subs â„ïž
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[ "I know you still view me as a child-" You said, letting one step break the space between you here in the long stone hall where it was only God standing in watch.
"-But you can speak to me candidly. I have no fragile feelings." You said with the burning in your throat to know that it was a lie. You crumbled before him each time with the fragility of a breath and Father Hiromi raised his eyes from the floor, becoming steady in heart as well as restraint when he knew what he needed to say.
You both knew you'd stand here. In the feeling of sin, in the wrongness of merely a glance.
"I know you're not a child. But you are still young, and your heart is still tender. I...don't want to hurt you."
Your lip quivered as you braced for him to remove all feelings away from his words, making them cold and indigestible in the stomach but he finished with a glance you didn't expect,
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
02: Who did you last say âI love youâ to?
03: Do you regret anything?
04: Are you insecure?
05: What is your relationship status?
06: How do you want to die?
07: What did you last eat?
08: Played any sports?
09: Do you bite your nails?
10: When was your last physical fight?
11: Do you like someone?
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
14: Do you miss someone?
15: Have any pets?
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
18: Are you scared of spiders?
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
26: What are you craving right now?
27: Have you ever broken someoneâs heart?
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
30: Whatâs irritating you right now?
31: Does somebody love you?
32: What is your favourite color?
33: Do you have trust issues?
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
51: Favourite food?
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
54: Is cheating ever okay?
55: Are you mean?
56: How many people have you fist fought?
57: Do you believe in true love?
58: Favourite weather?
59: Do you like the snow?
60: Do you wanna get married?
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
62: What makes you happy?
63: Would you change your name?
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
68: Whoâs the last person you had a deep conversation with?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
It might sound a bit silly, but I'm really curious, what could Baldwin's zodiac sign be, or what do you think?
Ooo, this is a delicious question. I love this.
I'll do you one better, babe. Let's do Baldwin's big three bc I am an astrology girlie through and through. đ âïž
For those that might be new some astrology lingo, I'll define it down to the bones so you don't have to open the Google machine beside Tumblr to decode what I'm saying.
Sun Sign: This is the sign that is decided by your birthday, it's the main component of your personality and demeanor, of course we may not know Baldwin's true birthday (I'll research that), we're gonna take a fat guess here as what he could be. Baldwin, portrayed to me, reads as a textbook Virgo. â
(Usually I consider Virgos as right off the bat serial killers but our King has class, I think đ) King Baldwin has a keen eye for perfection and he wants things aligned to be the most optimal for reaching his endgame. He's analytical to the core almost to the point he seems emotionless in nature. I think his drive for godliness and being forthright really make this a foreseeable sun sign for him.
Moon Sign: This is the underneath part of one's personality usually linked to your emotional and subconscious nature. For Baldwin, I think the underlying contents of his personality link him to being an Aquarian Moon. â
An Aquarius is linked with a strong desire for fairness, peace and truth. Still very analytical in nature to the point of seeming detached from heavy sentiments but having a keen passion for things like social justice. Baldwin wanted a city where Muslims and Christians alike could cohabitate in peace without religious discord and that is solely what brings me to this conclusion that Baldwin's inner core is linked to the subconscious belief that a kingdom cannot stand if not rooted in peace for all.
Lastly, The Rising Sign: The rising sign, or sometimes called an Ascendant in astrology is how you are perceived by others and what aura of the zodiac you put off to the world whether knowingly or unintentionally.
I think, if we did not know anything of Baldwin at all, and sat in his presence for the first time (I would still scream VIRGO to the top of my lungs but anyways-) but I think to those he's close with, I think they would see a Pisces â.
Baldwin is a king but to those who know him he is a lover of intellect and art, especially written art. I think they would receive that as Baldwin having a deep emotional nature and perhaps a creative mind instead of a brooding, iron hand that conquers an enemy. I think they would see someone strategic, empathetic and perhaps soft-spoken before being an extrovert.
Maybe I botched this entirely and if so, throw your opinion at me and we'll go lick for lick but I so enjoyed digging deep like this đ» Keep ones like this coming!!
[ Baldwin led your father into his master study, informing the other servants to leave them both unattended until the supper had been prepared. He urged the High Lord of Hadjari to please make himself comfortable and he did so, but kept a careful stare over the table between them. But his eyes did drift away from the matter at hand that had called him from the war front.
Your father, otherwise known as Hakim, The Desert Serpent, let his attention linger over the many accolades before him as he made himself comfortable seated before your King husband. But it wasn't jewels or wartime mementos that had caught his eye curiously. It was scrolls of ancient text, frankincense burning, and books with parchment older than his own father.
When he met the King of Jerusalem the first time, shut away in the palace of Hadjari when you were away with your tutors to the bazaar so you'd remain unaware of the King's presence, he saw a conqueror among mortal men. The defeat of Saladin did not come easy even by a man told to be prolific in tale. Lord Hakim did not see the scholar shut away behind screens and linens upon that first meeting. But he begged himself not to rush towards judgement.
"I must tell you firstly-" The King began with a gentleness that would touch upon the sensitive topic of your new marriage that was filled with affection and kindness unlike anything he'd known,
"Although this was arranged with benefits in line for both partiesâŠ.I find myself soft hearted towards y/n. It gives me great pride to tell you that I see her as my equal. In all things-"
"But she remains a maiden-" Your father said, making the assumption that because you had not fallen pregnant with an heir just yet, you remained untouched. Baldwin narrowed his eyes to the concept of leaving you in an indefinite state after making you his Queen and his bride in front of all of Jerusalem.
"You stand incorrect in that assumption, My Lord." He said plainly but latent with malice as to not paint a vivid picture to your dear father of how many attempts had infact been given for his lineage to continue.
Night after night.
âOur marriage is consummated, I assure you.â
He looked to your father with sharp, quiet eyes that spoke of discontent in being questioned and your father shared in the tension with a becoming scowl that curved his dark mustache. The room grew cold as both rulers felt the need to curse the other of what they believed was most beneficial for themselves and for you. But your father spoke justly to avoid ill words.
"I bring you a daughter of eighteen years, well fed and healthy. She should be pregnant. Hadjari wants an heir that will have Tu'undanian and Christian blood in its veins." He explained, thinking of his own daughter being the sole conduit of bringing glory to their homelandâŠ.if defeating this rebellion were to fail right in front of his eyes. Something he couldn't control. Merely attempt to prevent.
"My physicians assure me that providing an heir is possible for me. My strength and wellness has improved in these months of marriage. However, this is left to the will of the Almighty and I dare not sway him for earthly volitions." The King replied with growing malice threaded into his words hidden under the veneer of keeping this talk amiable.
Your father nodded but the pause spoke of something on his mind further and Baldwin adjusted his weight, telling the man silently that he was willing to hear more of the concern that seemed to weigh him down from across the table. He was willing to sate the worry of a daughter being led astray in a marriage that seemed to others as fruitless.
But the notion itself sickened him that anyone could dare assume such.
Your father twined the leather of his riding glove into a fist, contenting his mind in a fidget when he asked your husband in that rumble of that thick Tu'undanian royal accent he'd only heard from you thus far,
"Well, seeing that my grandchild is yet to come, I'd hope we could discuss something."
Baldwin felt his brow furrow from under the silver mask and waited for the man to clarify.
But he did not.
"Something that would make her country and her late mother proud. Now that she is Queen."
"First-" Baldwin said with his mask of poise and patience beginning to slip upon realizing your father came to Jerusalem without apologies. But with another ask of his great consideration,
"First, we will discuss the day of her coronation-"
~Meanwhile
You were enjoying the last meal of the day before the large supper planned in honor of your father and countrymen in the wide great hall of the Citadel. As one hour passed into several, you wondered where your father and The King had been all this time as you waited for their return. Your daily routine was something cherished and it was well past the time for Baldwin to have his afternoon rest which you always attended to assure that he found sleep.
"Has he taken his rest yet, Risha?" You asked the girl as she watched some of the dancers from Hadjari that had made show in the center table while drummers played in a driving rhythm as she rolled and spun in their silks.
"Who, Your Grace?" She asked over her shoulder, half paying attention as she clapped along to the rhythm with the rest of the castle that was awestruck by the immersement of the Queens own culture,
"The King!!" You said, trying not to be annoyed and Yasmeen chirped up from where she sat on a cushion at your side, telling you in your ear,
"The King asked that no one enter his chambers and the guards outside his door have not left their post. They have much to discuss, you know, Your Majesty. Your father wants to assure his daughter is being taken care of here-"
You scoffed and told her with a mention of what you knew to be true of your father's mannerisms when approaching someone others viewed as above him in rank, "Father is boastful. His bragging will bore Baldwin or anger him. Perhaps I should-"
You began to stand but the timing was unlucky as the song had just then stopped with a rain of applause for the decorated performers and you then pretended to have stood only to applaud as well as the dancers turned to bow in your honor.
"I think The King is upset. He has not acted himself all morning. He's never late to his rest." You said to no one particular, but making sure to keep your words pertaining to your husband hushed from the wandering crowd below you.
A castle harker then announced the return of your father to the large open hall and his captains and militants alike rejoiced in his presence that filled the room. Your hand maidens then noticed one man in particular at his side, one of youthful age andâŠunlacking in charm from his gallant appearance in his dark uniform that hung with cords and tassels that swung in his proud gait.
"Who is that, Your Grace?" Hana asked then as she took notice last and the other two paid close attention when you paused to answer. Seeming struck by the first glance of this manâŠwho you'd not seen since you were a child.
You blinked several times wondering why he was here and how ironic it was that this ghost from your past was your father's Captain of Guard judging by his decorated uniform.
"That's Tariq. He leads my father's squads in battle." You answered, unsure of how you even remembered his name as you watched him beam in a smile to slap your father's arm in jest.
The truth of his identity was fickle now in your position as a wife and as a Queen but you mentioned plainly,
"I would've been promised to him if my Father hadn't called to Jerusalem. We used to play together as children."
All three of the girls looked to each other with words unspoken, even hiding their expressions under their sheer head silks made in the Queen's dark, foreign shade. Before one of them could say something that could've been heard as a negative remark about your Father's choice of guard, your husband's chamber servant requested your ear with a bow and gesturing hand.
"The King wishes to see you for his rest, Your Majesty."
You nodded and your servants and handmaidens stood in reverence for you to come to your feet. They arranged the long train of your royal gown behind you and there was a silence in the room when you lifted your chin to begin towards the open large doors to the corridor. Your father met you hand in hand before you could turn your back to the room and you kissed his cheek, telling him that The King had called for you.
Quickly, you began an apology for leaving the celebrations of his arrival to the city that was all but haunting in the many ways it reminded you of parties at your home in Hadjari but he stopped you with a firm shake to his head that nearly reprimanded the very thought.
"You must obey your husband. We will talk in the morning, sweet one." He said in your language, then taking a moment to turn as if his next words should be said in confidence, "I must warn you. I think my discussion angered The King-"
"Papa-" you gasped, wondering what could have possibly been said to provoke Baldwin to anger but your father stopped your worry again by saying to you sternly in assurance that you mustn't feel concern.
"Your husband scolded me for not attending your coronation, y/n. Like a master to a hound. Had I not admired him so, I would've cursed him to speak to me such a way."
"Father, he feels this way because-"
Your father took your face in his gloved hands, reminding you of the childlike gleam in your eyes when he told you Tu'undanian fables, only that this time it was entirely real.
"But I must thank God that I have given you to someone so caring. I welcome his anger. It speaks to love. But we discussed something else that soured our parlez, I'm sure. But I want to make my Queen daughter the jewel of her homeland. Go speak to the King and then come see me in the morn-"
You didn't know what exactly was said between them in this conversation that needed to be hidden from your knowledge. But you wanted to know about Baldwin's show of anger towards your father. One that he himself found so profound that it was only admirable from a man now holding his daughter in marriage.
You kissed your father again as the sun finally crept low below the horizon, washing the walls in the orange that saturated the stone pillars lining your way to the King's chambers.
You didn't want to be kept from anymore conversations with your father. Because Baldwin's anger felt entitled to you now as his wife instead of a foreign princess who must practice speaking the tongue of a country she was destined to rule. ]
Hey, I hope you're doing well. I wanted to ask if you're going to continue writing.
I actually do plan on posting a new chapter to my Levi x Reader fic soon. I went back through the swathes of time ago that I started the latest update and had a lot more done with it than I assumed. I'm like maybe a few paragraphs short of it being completed to my liking. đ
I'll try to have that up soon. I've rarely abandoned fics completely.
(Literally lost a character on my keyboard where I upgraded my phone..what kinda shit is that? I don't like stars T-T)
{Hope you guys aren't mad at how long this took but your coronation is here my Queen!! đ€}
{When you entered the cathedral, the air laid inside the room heavy in a white haze of frankincense. It was thicker and less palatable than the kind you were used to inside of Baldwin's chambers. As you moved towards the decorated steps, you felt weightless but so very grounded to the Earth as your heart seemed to be the only thing keeping you planted on your feet.
The veil covering your face blurred your vision but you knew that you'd only have it for a moment longer. In one final step before placing your foot to begin the ascent up the tall dais where Baldwin awaited you with the clergy and footmen. You bowed your head to silence your mind of the Gregorian echoes that sang in long, hollow hums of Latin dissonance and your hand maidens then rolled the sheer veil away from your face, layering it behind you with a drop where for the first time, all of Jerusalem took sight of you.
The king had never allowed you to be seen by men alone until now and the moment felt to be hung in the balance of time. You raised your chin where knights then kneeled, hierophants prayed and noblemen bowed as you began upwards towards the king slowly. You wanted to look out at the vast sea of those who might've believed Jerusalem would go another century without a female monarch. To watch the disbelief wash away from their face in this moment would've contented a part of you.
But not now.
You looked up to see Baldwin awaiting with that silvered gaze that left you motionless in wait to become closer and finally you had climbed the final step to reach the altar where he was joined at the pulpit with members of Jerusalemâs sacred clergy.
Softly, you were instructed to kneel where Baldwin then took hold of the crystal vessel of holy oil that washed every king of the holy city with God's blessing. He uncapped the top where you felt his gloved hand take your chin in a grasp to turn your eyes to meet the breaking light given by the painted glass.
You looked to him one last time before you closed your eyes, preparing to be anointed by the blessed oil and become coveted in its promise to Heaven's great city.
âRecite the sacred covenant. Then riseâŠreborn again.â The King said, his eyes narrowed in focus as the first drop of sacred oil then trickled down your face from the top of your head slowly in reverence to anoint a new ruler into the world in the sight of God.
Softly, your mouth moved to say the words the kings of Jerusalem had said before you, lulling the Hebrew off your tongue like you were born to speak it and your eyes remained closed as the thick oil lined down your nose and both eyes like marks given from the Almighty himself.
When you arose, you became cloaked in a thick silk mantle to symbolize God's protection upon you as you stood and a clergyman then kneeled where you were presented with a ornately jewelled sword meant to be ceremonially placed inside the sheath at your hip.
Your hands did shake upon taking its hilt into your nervous grip, but you remembered Baldwin's instructions to ease your wrist to wield it with grace. You turned in presentation towards the church so all insight could watch the light shimmer from the fine steel of the weapon forged only for you on this day and you sheathed it with reverence.
As you then held the fated orb and scepter, hearing the crowd begin to chant your throne name, Queen of Jerusalem and Holy Mother of the Citadel, you felt a weight upon your head and knew that this was your crown being carefully placed as your kingdom rejoiced your titles like songs sung in victory.
Unbeknownst to you, until his gloved hands met your shoulders, it was Baldwin placing that glittering power against your head with pride. You smiled softly, trying to keep your regal poise that this wasn't a moment you felt you were destined to bask in from the moment you were born. His thumbs brushed against you pridefully as you listened to their voices chant for their Queen but his mind went elsewhere in that first moment of your Queenhood.
He thought of a wife, and a companion that finally God had answered to him from the many prayers he skinned his knees in the night to pray. You were so strong, so kind and full of virtue that he knew in that second of seeing the oil mark your face and the light catch your profile, that even if he couldn't bear children- you would be the chance again to resolve his legacy once broken by sickness.
You were the Queen he could stand behind in all things. In duty, in faith and in love.
At long last, a beautiful resolve.
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Months Later, Early Summer.
You sat with the King in his outside terrace where you sat beside the throne in your designated place at his left hand. An advisor whispered in his ear that there were Tuâundanian entourages seen entering the city only minutes before and he nodded before instructing that this side of the citadel need be emptied of servants.
He wanted you to be alone with your father instead of rejoining with him in a herd of noblemen. But that wasn't the only reason he wanted privacy.
He wanted discretion from his reprimands being heard by others.
âYou're nervous-â Baldwin told you as he readjusted in his seat, leaning forward to see your face closer.
He noticed you wore warmer, more foreign tones of dress today that might've closely resembled a Tuâundanian fashion, but you twined your silks in your fist impatiently before you looked to the king, your golden circlet chiming as your head shook,
âI'mâŠnot that nervous. I justâŠdidn't expect him to come. ThisâŠwar he spoke of sounded-..important.â
Baldwin was silenced when he knew now that your sense of your own father misaligning his priorities was clear to you, and he said with a nod as to not give away too much of his disdain for the ordeal since you still were unaware that this visit today was arranged by himself in the first place.
âIt will be good for him to be here. The rebellion he fights has come to a great stand still and his armies are returning to Hadjari. He no longer will be distractedâŠ.away from his own child becomingâŠa Queen.â
Your eyes cut over to the king saying that just before the citadel harkers announced your father outside of the tall gates leading into the King's terrace. You wanted to stand but a Queen never rose from her throne unless to speak and you watched as those Arabian stallions tall and painted in your home jewels entered with clapping hooves to the palace ground.
The silk of your father's regalia upon his saddle billowed in his approach and other riders began dismounting as only himself approached the throne. Baldwin held up his hand for his guards to help your father begin dismounting, taking his long curved scabbard and leading his horse away. But you finally caught his eye just then.
He looked to you unwavered in the face by the crown you wore but spiritually he became shaken to see his only child adorned in royalty to God's own city. With intent, he took from the haversack upon his horse and approached the throne. Baldwin then reached for your hand when he neared the bottom step of the dais stairs and you knew what was being asked of you.
Slowly, you stood. The long mangles of silk dropped behind you as your feet moved closer to begin down the steps. But with every foot fall, your heart was moved to the palace where you grew up as a girl. You'd tug your mother's skirts awaiting your father on his horse and needling through his countrymen to jump into his arms when he'd return from riding. The years divided you from that girl now, but it seemed merely minutes when your steps took flight to crash yourself once again into his arms where he greeted you with a hearty, loving grunt.
Bowing his head before the King of Jerusalem had to wait just one moment. He took the small bundle in his hands that came from his horse and wrapped you...in your mother's head silk that she wore as Queen in Hadjari. It was sheer, regal and bled in the colors of your home. He tucked it under your chin as she would in her days of styling it in her Muslim fashion and you smiled widely in remembrance of her beauty.
âYour mother smiles upon you, y/n. Oh, my child.â
He said in Tuâundanian as his arms wrapped around you, pulling away to see your tears welled up and kneading them from your eyes before they could fall.
âWhy did you not come, Papa? Everyone was there.â You said still tearful but glad to be seeing him before you nonetheless.
âI was fighting for God and Hadjari. I must make sacrifices to defend our home where your mother lies sleeping. I know my absence was hurtful. The King is not happy either.â
Your face furrowed to hear that he'd received previous word from the King between now and your coronation, which was still unknown to you but your father stopped your train of thought by placing his hand to your stomach. He felt that your womb still lay empty and his eyes turned up where you began to tell him thatâŠit was taking time.
Until Baldwin stood, disfavoring the question before it was asked.
âCome forward, Sire. Let us be properly introduced once again.â
You felt something strange in the air between your father and your husband. An unspoken conflict that you didn't understand and you walked with him arm in arm until he gestured for you to return to your throne, kissing your temple before letting you go from his grasp.
âEscort the Queen to her chambers where she can rest and prepare before the meal. We will parlez elsewhere more closely, Your Grace.â
The King instructed, keeping his eyes neutral of all disdain but with strife as one could hear in his low tone that he held a strong discontent.
You watched as Sir Isaac gave you a cordial nod and held out his hand for you to be led, but your head turned, having your first wonder of what it would mean to be regarded as a wife first instead of a daughter. }
I work hard to make my writing as descriptive and curvaceous as possible in terms of imagery. I hate flat story telling that's why I will probably never write first person pov bc I find 3rd person Omni so much more filling for the reader.
Might I ask when our coronation is scheduled? My crown is ready and I am more than eager to claim my place as the Queen of Jerusalem.
To all of those asking, Yes I am still continuing writing. Just took a little sabbatical for the winter bc yuck, my will to write hates the cold and nasty.
I have the coronation written and FINALLY I am down to the new branch of the plot where Baldwin shares some words with our father đ
To answer your questions: I am not dead. Nor kidnapped. Nor in a coma.
Just out of hibernation ;)
Love you guys and I'll have the update soon. Within the week hopefully!!!
âȘïž King Baldwin IV x f!Reader arranged marriage work
ă I am so glad I finally got this shit done. Respectfully, ofc. Because I am so amped to do the coronation scene then finally, at long fucking last, get to the conflict following the Reader's coronation. I won't spoil too much but...Baldwin ain't too happy wit ye Daddy, and there's a big ask coming that is a little hard for him to agree to. O.o
Ugh, I can't wait for y'all to read it!! But enjoy this!ă
ă âBaldwin-â you said to steady him as he placed you to his liking upon the bed. Trembling and shaken from the first images of his face but more so the thought of being made his bride here in this moment made you reel in shivers.
He huffed to place himself on the bed, removing his cinch from around his waist again before he made a glance of hesitation. You watched some of his wrapped and bandaged body become revealed. He was rolled in the cloth keeping his skin protected from even his clothes but you saw his body peeking beneath that was still lively and beautiful from his youth.
Slowly, he moved his mouth low to your collar where he made sure with trembling fingers that you were free from your bedclothes as he kissed now down your sternum. Your eyes closed to feel him travel his mouth down the line of your body, firstly enveloping each risen, flared nipple with his lips- an act that only made your knees fall open as his tongue swirled in languid lust. He moved his head further but then hesitated again, looking away but he wriggled his hips between your legs and said upon grazing his touch to your open sex,
âI cannot resist and delay this anymore. Tell me that you're ready for me. For the last time.â
âI'm ready-â you answered with your mouth agape and it was one fluid, yet slow motion when his hips began to lower down while his head rested beside yours on the mattress. His cock penetrated you again, becoming slick by one deepened thrust that only made him hiss words in delight,
âYour bodyâŠ.is familiar to mine now. Yes, our night was not spent in vainâŠâ
Your back arched upon the beginning of his first gentle drive to put himself deep within you and your mouth opened only to choke on a moan from becoming one again. You felt his hands lock around your hips, steadying you as he began a churning, slow pace that dug and explored you deeper.
Tightly, your hands grabbed the cotton sheets in response. His length was claiming you in his divine possession and your head tilted back to finally cry out for him when you felt your pleasure beginning to arise. He heard you, but he knew the reserve you had in the daylight- servants and handmaids were already about in the corridors and you were being modest.
He couldn't have cared for discretion. He wanted your body to blossom- to unfurl in bloom as his own sacred possession.
He tilted his head as slowly, torturously he continued to feel you and said through broken breath,
âLoudly. Proclaim thyself loudly as mine.â
âUgh-!!!â You said with your face reddened from the sensations overcoming you, only making him watch you closer, wanting to know when he should begin owning and branding your body as his holy bride.
The thought alone was making him shake in the wrists that were weakened from sleep but he moved to ready his weight and you felt as he seemed to be. . preparing. Your head moved up, watching as he carefully assured both your legs were flush to the mattress and that when he rose his armsâŠhe could secure a grip to the bed just above you.
â...myâŠmy k-â you stammered before his next desires couldn't allow you to finish.
In the next moment, he began hammering his hips to be inside of you with the help of his supported weight against the bed. His fists gripped the linens forcefully to drive his passion as wildly as he felt. When your eyes rolled back and your hands wrapped around his shoulders so unintentionally, you cried out again with your once cries of a virgin, now becoming the sounds of a wife.
He was gentle, his thrusts and ministrations were loving- but you were being made his own. You were being broken in.. divinely. The sounds of heaven you listened for in the night could be heard now in the soft morning blue as your body was fitted and worked to his liking. There was a roughness, a needfulness that took you by surprise but you clung to him as you felt his deep indulgence.
Softly, in passionate drags, you heard his breath heaving above your shoulder. Your heart shuddered to think of himself over exerting himself and you said in his ear hiding behind his wimple cloth,
âBaldwin, you mustn't tire yourself-â
âNo-â he argued, gasping for air,
âI must do this. I must- i- i have never feltâŠmore..like a man, y/n.â
The moan you cried in response, urged him to move and he sat slanted on his knees, minding his weak state but fighting for his pleasures from your body.
He pulled your hips into his own rhythmically yet determined. His night robe slipped more freely from his shoulder, revealing his bandaged skin across his torso- you saw more defined now his faint lines of youthful muscle down his abdomen from the parted fabric and your eyes softened to see him in such passion.
His mouth hung open in ragged breath, his eyes searching behind half lidded stares down to you as you took him so well for a girl only first touched the night before. The drives that shook your marriage bed, even in his weakened state, never slowed- only leaving you in amazement to see, if not to feel. Your back curved and arched in tune to the feeling of his generous length grinding so sublimely inside of your body. You knew just by the look in his eyes, the one that you often found hiding from the veneer of his mask that he was enjoying the sight of you submitting to his pleasure and you couldn't deny that it was thrilling.
Softly, between broken heaves of air, you heard him speak in a laborious plead, that you firstly took as a passionate demand,
âFind your pleasure, y/n. Let me see thee washed in delightâŠ-â
He was begging you to climax. To reach a peak for him to witness for the first time as your spirits were becoming wed in this meeting of sacred intimacy. His mouth smacked, stifling a grunt of his own pleasure when he said,
âShow meâŠyour ecstasyâŠso that I may reward you, My Queen. Oh- my sweet wifeâŠI feel my end nearing.â
Your body writhed, and your breath remained shattered in the air by your long drags that were aiding the sensations in your flesh. You needed the orgasm that you felt crawling within your skin and you turned your face to the linens to try and focus but his grip turned your chin in need. His eyes once hidden behind the royal mosaic of that blessed disguise begged for you to keep him in your gaze as you unraveled and you couldn't deny any longer.
âB- oh- oh- Baldwin-â you said, feeling your pleasure nearing its end.
The tightening of your body overcame him and his trembling mouth fell slack at the moment he knew that he'd finally pleased you.
âBaldwin-!!...Oh-! Oh-! Oh-!â You cried in time with your waves of decadent release, only drowned by the haggard, yet indulgent grunts from his witness of your body unfurling from so much lust wound tightly in a choke between you for days that felt like years.
When the air was only broken by your sounds of gaining breath, he looked down to you with his chest still falling from labor. His lips smacked with a parched tongue and he said, trembling in a sight you wanted to savor,
âMy LoveâŠyou mustn't move.â
You didn't understand his discretion and you asked, only to be brought by the ear to his lips that explained tenderly,
âI don't want the seed to spill yet, beloved. Stay and let itâŠ.take.â
You blushed so deeply to realize that he meant for hisâŠ.warm passion to be kept inside you undisturbed by any sudden movements so that you could more possibly become pregnant. He laid directly behind you, even being sure that staying inside you wouldn't lose any of his seed to the open air and he wrapped you in his arms.
He turned your chin again, still short in breath but clinging to need for approval that he performed to your very liking,
â...Are you satisfied, y/n ? Tell me the truth you would share with only God. After today, my sacred duty will include keeping you pleased and indulged as any husband should. Your beauty could grant you any man, so I know this is a slippery trifle- but you will have nothing but devotion to your needs from me. I swear it and God will honor it.â
âYes-â you said breathless, feeling as though your heart still hadn't recovered from such an act of love carried by the flesh. Your lips trembled and you told him more in the crest of his ear you saw risen through his bandage,
âYou will never have to questionâŠmy devotions.â
Your eyes became wet, unsure of what feeling had come over you in a moment holding you tenderly against him, perhaps the nerves of being crowned in merely hours and you spoke brokenly in tears,
âDo you not know that I love thee?â
You'd said it the night before and you meant it even before it left your tongue. But you had yet to hear them return from his mouth. Your heart needed release now, like a breath choked in the throat to be free in proclamation of air and he only kissed your head before finally he spoke,
âOf course I know-â
A smile began curling onto the crest of his jagged lips and he said with a nod as he acknowledged that perhaps he'd always known,
âIn many ways, God has allowed you to tell me without words. And his blessings to me have been in abundance. I shall never want again.â
He rested his head to yours and said in reassurance in the small chance that maybe you remained unconvinced of his feelings in return,
âI love thee, y/n. We shall hold the Holy City like a hand..togetherâŠyou and I.â
Before you could kiss him, you heard the clamor of the King's servants making entrance to his room just by the sounds of feet moving beyond his heavy door. He instructed you to return his mask and you were quick to do so with one turn to retrieve it where it lay in the linens away from you.
âI'll not see you until we stand in the cathedral. Rest before they prepare you.â
You kissed him for the last time after feeling the tug of his hand for you to do so, cradling your chin in loving softness as your lips met- just as the doors to his chamber opened.
Quickly, you feigned sleep as they entered, Sir Isaac at the front of the voices that bid The King good morning. You sensed that Baldwin had silenced them in a gesture to keep your âsleepâ undisturbed and he was dressed amid hushed voices, then gone from the room in minutes. But you felt their silence holding more than a command. It was the unmentioned realization..that the King's marriage had been consummated.
Somehow, you did find a small spell of sleep before you heard the door move again- only rousing you for a moment before your eyes opened fully.
You knew it was your handmaids but you were so used to their morning routine of braying and jeering like a thunder cloud at every dawn but they were quiet- observant it sounded. You looked around, unable to see them as you peeked up over the messy covers that still hid your naked body and suddenly you heard from the bedside where you saw them now kneeling,
âYour Majesty, Good Morning.â Risha said, only holding a facade of quiet, submissive obedience that lowly servants gave to a queen.
A smirk crept onto her face and her earrings swung in metallic chirps as her face turned up in a snap where you saw her stifling a laugh of joy.
They joined you in the bed where you fought to keep the linens around you to stay decent and your own laughter roared with theirs as they rejoiced that you were in fact a Queen now and they could no longer call you princess. But you were still a princess on the outside, you still had yet to look the part.
Your preparation began immediately and there was a fleet of seamstresses and needleworkers that saw to your fitting of the gown you'd worn only days before. But there was much more to do this time at hand. You were embellished in fine lace coverings more elegant than you'd known or seen. Before you were asked to face the large folded mirror, your head was adorned in a veiled caul that was lined in clear crystals that you could only describe in your mind as diamonds cut from water just by their clarity alone.
A thin, sheer veil then was placed over your face and your hand maidens helped you find your way to turn and maneuver in your heavy cloth that dragged the citadel stone behind you like a long, regal tail in white. In solemn, breathless steps you were led to the doors of the cathedral and allowed one small gasp before the doors opened.
The heavy air of looming frankincense and unearthly Gregorian voices preceded you, flowing through the halls as servants, maids, and even onlookers alike bowed in reverence as finally their Queen entered the cathedral, catching the stained glow from above that perhaps spoke as Heaven's witness to her coronationâŠ
