Prince Oikawa Tooru x reader x knight Iwaizumi Hajime
You walk through the marble floors of your wedding — everyone is silent, save for soft murmurs echoing through the grand halls of the Kingdom of Aros. The only sound truly reaching your ears is the echo of your own footsteps, heavy with dread.
You're in a ball gown so tight you can barely breathe. Your mother forced you into it, laced up with no mercy, as if appearance could mask the pain in your heart.
Since your father's sudden death, nothing has felt the same. Everything fell apart so quickly. No one had expected it, and in the chaos, the only solution to preserve the kingdom was an arranged marriage — a political union with the prince of Aros.
The charmer. The flirt. Everyone knows him — not just for his good looks and dazzling smile, but for the way his eyes always seem to linger a little too long on someone else.
Everyone whispers about it. About the way he looks at Iwaizumi Hajime — the vice commander of the knights. Stoic. Powerful. Loyal to a fault. Known for his brute strength, feared and admired across the realm.
You glance at them as you walk. Oikawa stands at the end of the hall, smiling like this is just another game, another show. And right next to him is Iwaizumi, silent and serious, as always.
Their smiles don’t fool you. You can see straight through the masks they wear. They don’t want this — not you, not the crown, not the ceremony. Just each other.
Your head is bowed. You only look up when you see your mother, her expression sharp as a blade, signaling you to smile — fake it. Like you always do. She’s the same woman who tightened your corset this morning until your ribs protested and you almost collapsed.
Beside you, your best friend — your lady-in-waiting — tries not to laugh. She's the only thing keeping you sane, the only one who knows the real you. You clutch her presence like a lifeline.
You lift your eyes to the prince. He smiles down at you with practiced fondness. He’s beautiful, infuriatingly so, with his perfect hair and broad shoulders. He holds out a hand, firm, steady, warm. You take it.
He lifts you onto the small altar for the ritual. He smells good, like expensive oil and lavender. He leans in for the ceremonial kiss — short, sweet, perfect for the crowd. The kingdom erupts in polite applause.
But from the corner of your eye, you catch Iwaizumi watching.
Let them have their secret, you think. Let them play their games behind closed doors.
You’re not here to fall in love.
After the ceremony, a grand party was held for all the higher-ups.
“Well, that was a long day,” Oikawa said, being the first to speak to you.
“If you want, my knights — Matsukawa and Hanamaki — can take you to your chambers so you can rest.”
“That won’t be needed,” you said.
You weren’t going to sit in your room and do nothing. You loved the thrill. You wanted to talk to everyone, get to know them — gain social standing, learn the rumors, and uncover secrets. If they thought you were going to sit back and look pretty, they were definitely wrong.
And that’s exactly what you did.
You couldn’t get much from the guests — most just offered congratulations and smiles. But then one old duke came forward with his even older wife. You and Oikawa tried to help them walk, but they waved it off.
“Oh no, no! I want to greet the handsome husband and the bride the old traditional way,” the old woman said. “Sorry if it takes a while to reach you.”
You may not have found anything valuable tonight, but this moment was enough.
“Ooooh, my pretty girl’s married,” your best friend whispered in your ear. “Sooo, what you gonna do to the prince? Doggystyle? Missionary? Or maybe a threesome with the knight?”
“Shut up. I’m not doing anything,” you hissed.
“I’ve got different plans.”
Your best friend smirked knowingly. “Knew it. That’s why I love you.”
“You’re supposed to say that to your husband.”
The celebration dragged on, music swelling as nobles toasted to your new union. You smiled when expected, nodded through empty congratulations, but your eyes were always moving — scanning, reading the room.
Your best friend whispered in your ear, “God, if I hear one more 'may your union be fruitful' I’m gonna throw a wine glass.”
You snorted into your goblet. “Control yourself. You’re supposed to be the respectable lady-in-waiting.”
“Ugh. That’s you now. I’m just here to make sure you don’t stab someone.”
You laughed under your breath — only for your moment of joy to be cut short as Oikawa suddenly appeared at your side.
His smile was polite, his tone smooth but curt. “Walk with me for a moment?”
You blinked, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice, but nodded. He didn’t offer his arm. He simply turned, and you followed.
Your best friend raised an eyebrow, mouthing Oooohh, before following a short distance behind with the knights.
As you walked through the quieter corridors of the palace, the music and chatter fading behind you, Oikawa finally spoke again — low, clipped.
“I’m taking you to see my mother.”
You glanced at him, caught off guard. “Now?”
“She’s in the west wing. It’s isolated,” he said flatly. “For safety. You’ll keep your distance.”
“She’s ill. And whatever it is, no one’s been able to cure it. They say it’s contagious. I don’t believe that, but the court…” He exhaled sharply. “You’re not obligated to see her. Just—don’t get too close.”
There was no warmth in his words, no room for discussion. Just a warning. You nodded.
Your best friend leaned in beside you. “Harsh much? It’s like he wants to get pegged tonight.”
Matsukawa seemed to have heard her. A quiet chuckle escaped him. She gave him a glare
Iwaizumi walked beside Oikawa, and you were just behind them. Hanamaki and Matsukawa followed behind you, along with your best friend, as you walked toward the old part of the castle — the part no one visits anymore.
Oikawa knocked on the door. A frail, soft voice answered, “Come in.”
He stepped inside. “Wait here. Let me speak to her first, okay?”
why is she this part of the castle... u frowned
“She’s been outcasted,” Iwaizumi said, his voice low. “They believe her illness is contagious. But we know better.”
“So, if you want to believe the others, you may leave,” he said coldly. No sugarcoating. His eyes were hard.
“No. I want in. I want to see the Queen of Aros,” you said firmly.
They were surprised. No one called her queen anymore — just “the sick one,” “the forgotten,” “the weak.”
“You may enter,” Iwaizumi said quietly, still in shock.
You entered a large, dark room. A frail-looking woman lay thin in her bed.
But you could see it — the pride, the dignity. Though her body was weak, her spirit still burned like a true queen.
You walked closer and knelt gently at her bedside, your eyes meeting hers.
Her eyes, though dulled by sickness, still shimmered with the sharp intelligence of a woman who once ruled an entire kingdom without flinching. The scent of old herbs and dried roses filled the air. Though she was gaunt, she radiated an aura of unwavering grace.
“You are the new one,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, but steady. “The girl who did not bow.”
You blinked. “I’m sorry if I—”
“No,” she interrupted with a faint smile. “That was not a scolding. That was... refreshing.”
A silence settled — thick with tension and unspoken history. You could feel it in the room: years of exile, betrayal, and whispered rumors. And still, she sat proud, her back slightly propped by pillows, like a lioness weakened, but never broken.
“I was once like you,” she said. “Hungry. Curious. Dangerous.”
You swallowed. “They say you’re sick. That no one is allowed near you.”
She chuckled — it sounded like crumpled paper. “They always fear what they do not understand. That hasn’t changed.”
Your fingers itched to take her hand, but you waited. “What don’t they understand, Your Majesty?”
She turned her head slowly to meet your eyes, her gaze dark with something ancient. “That I remember everything. Every betrayal. Every lie. Every secret that built this kingdom higher while burying its heart beneath stone.”
Goosebumps spread across your arms.
Her voice lowered. “And I know you are not here just to play the pretty bride. Are you?”
You shook your head. “No. I’m not.”
Her eyes gleamed. “Then we will get along just fine.”
You could feel Oikawa’s presence at the door — a storm waiting to crash in.
“I’ll come again,” you promised.
She closed her eyes, but a soft smile stayed on her lips. “You’d better. I’ve waited a long time for someone like you.”
You stood, but leaving didn’t feel like stepping out of a sickroom — it felt like exiting a chapel. Sacred. Full of secrets. And now, destiny.
When you stepped out, Oikawa’s face was unreadable, but his jaw was tight. “She spoke to you?”
You nodded. “She’s stronger than they say.”
He said nothing, only turned sharply. “Let’s go.”
Your best friend leaned in and whispered, “Girl, what was that? I thought I saw ghosts in there.”
You only smiled, your mind spinning.
Because now, you had your first real thread in the web of the kingdom’s lies.
And you were going to pull it until everything unraveled.
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