Because it somehow mischaracterizes both of the characters included due to it being based on a singular interaction between random players. Nothing connects the characters in the lore or in-game dialogues, there is no substance to the pairing except it being "cute" at the expense of the characters not being themselves. Literally you could randomly pick any 2 characters and get a better and more thoughtful pairing than dvattra.
Chapter Seven: Say You Are Mine, Admit You Like This
Only on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53797552/chapters/171605392
Rating: Explicit | Warnings: Drug Use, Brutal Murder, Modern Reader, Rape/Non-con Elements, in a mess ft naib, kinda based on the stageplay
Summary:
The days after your last match did not get better.
You had hoped to get away from Jack after the fiasco caused by his having fun with you during a match with everyone alive.
There was no privacy, and worst everyone, at least only the survivors, knew of the unwanted affair between you and the night stalker.
Sleeping with Naib Subedar did not help, you kept trying, but in the end— Good as the sex was — You felt tainted…
It horrifies you how Jack has done so much to you that you come to want the roughness— The knife play, blood play, breath play, anything that has you on the edge of life and death while crying. The bastard loves it when you cry in pain.
However, you also realized something, something you kept replaying in your mind. That night with the Mercenary is something you will keep deep in your memories, untouchable by the Ripper.
You felt respected — Probably not the detail you would think to latch onto, but it is true. Naib Subedar had respected you both as a person and your body.
You hope Naib understands he deserves better, a weak excuse, but you have not been in the best mindset since the whole you and Jack thing started— Jack, who, by chance, you have not seen of late or had letters sent to you by him. Part of you wants to believe this is a chance to escape this strange tango, yet you are also paranoid that this is a trap to sink his blades into your back when you do not expect it.
confession: i was once pinned in a corner by the enemy ramattra in nemesis form and his "show me what you got" line played and it turned me on
Being Ramattra's human companion often had it's perks, though not many knew what sort of relationship really festered beneath the surface and they never lifted the blanket to check lest they face the omnic's wrath. Yet there was always a sneaking suspicion that your arrangements were never just strictly business.
Symbiotic, Akande had offhandedly called it. Intimate, Maximilien had snorted.
Ramattra had no interest in their fickle musings. But when his acute hearing is piqued past your door one day, soft sounding breaths and mewls he'd only ever heard from you whilst hurt or exerted - and well, Ramattra never really was one to knock. (Not when it came to you, at least.)
You certainly weren't injured. Exerted? Maybe. Soft lips parted and eyes scrunched shut in concentration as you sink yourself down onto a fat, girthy dildo, the thick silicone forcing you to part your thighs wide enough for him to catch a slight glance of your slick coating the toy. The purple toy, with little black accents dotting the bulbous tip and sides.
He supresses a laugh at the all too familiar colour scheme, ever mocking and arrogant - but oh so pleased with his new discovery. Settling into the armchair across as you squeal and fumble for your bedcovers, humiliation and arousal written ever so prettily on your face.
Ramattra simply spreads his thighs wide, beckoning you closer as a panel shifts and reveals an all too similar make, only so much larger and ever more intimidating, pulsing a soft purple. A terrifying match in comparison to your own.
"By all means, come." He purrs, patting his expansive thigh, voice staticky with want, “Show me what you’ve got.”
Looks at you with pelting eyes…. May i request a (preferably nsfw+fem reader) writing for Antonio Paganini(idv)… please im begging im so DOWN BAD FOR ANTONIO IM IN LOVR WITH HIM😭 people need to see thye vision for him hes so FINE but anyhoo… go wild ill take anything….!!! Have a amazing day/night!!!!(o^^o)
Rated Mature | Warning: Antonio's demon knows how to swim
There is a risk to being in love with Antiono Paganini. The story about the devil in the violin is very real, and at times, the devil will make his presence known outside of matches. When in matches, you know the man is not in control; he is only a monster who feeds on misery using his face. Still, you love him, kiss his nose and lips, and adore his music when he plays the violin. In the manor, a place of chaos and questions, you found a chance for love in the abyss.
Shadows that swallow the light, the devil who comes out as it believes everything Antonio has he must share, especially when you are both the salvation and the vice of the Violinist.
Tonight, the devil is drawn out by you, feeding into the delicious lust for you and your lust for Antonio.
But you are prepared! You figure if that imp is going to co-occupy your beloved then you are going to meet it. It already tried many times to make a move on you during matches.
Antonio understands you are trying to accept all parts of him, and though he can appreciate your bravery, he fears the demon is not as accommodating as he is. The demon only sees flesh and will feast upon you in any way it can.
Here you are alone in the Violinist's room on the hunter's side of the manor, dressed in red. A scarlet dress with a low-cut breast line and the smooth fabric rips where it needs to when those nails become like claws.
“Mortal.” It addresses you while sharply inhaling your scent as it uses the violinist’s body to hold you within its grasp.
You raise an eyebrow at that word, “Mortal?” Pushing it back so you look at the familiar face but the eyes are not the same, “I have a name, demon. Use it or I'll send you away for a long nap.”
It laughs, the mocking sort of way as if figures you jest, “Mortal, you amuse me.”
“(Name). You say it or else.”
“You have no power over me.”
“Correct! I don’t but I do know two people well aware of how to deal with the tomfoolery of the arcane, so.”
“And risk hurting your dear maestro?” It leans forward but you shove it backwards.
“Antiono understands and trusts my judgment. That is the only reason why I am entertaining you, demon.” You play with the tie around his neck, “Thus why do you get to touch me tonight.”
“Prideful and arrogant. I knew you would be a feast.” It remains in its place sitting on the chair, “(Name).” A purr that you can feel dance across your skin. “You will permit me to take you.”
“After. I like to warm up Antiono before we start, hellion. We are using his body and he deserves to be treated with the same kindness I always give him.”
There is an eye roll.
“You can do what you like to me after,” Your other hand stops the devil from kissing you, “Within my human limitations. I'd rather not die.”
Merry Christmas and happy New Year to everyone celebrating ✨🎄 a little gift from me, my wife and our Marvel Rivals brainrot. Not festive in the slightest, just a rare well-rendered non-commissioned art that I have so little time to produce now.
-screaming in writing nov- 4k omg we going guys! Anyway here is a fic based on @/jackthepeeper's amazing art of richard ft his other form -feral sounds- LETS GOOOOOO
art links: one, two, three, final (nsft)
“Good morning, Your Highness,” Richard greets you with a bow as you walk down the stairs in your night robe and yawn. “Rest well?”
You raise an eyebrow at him as he knows you slept late because of him. He and his insatiable needs that left you touching yourself in your room, the wall is the cruelest barrier between him and you. He has taken to sneaking his way over from his balcony to yours, an experienced jump over a small distance and he is on your balcony, the glass door slightly ajar for him.
Every night, Richard slips into his princess' room to be in her bed, to have you gripping the sheets and biting into your pillow so you do not make a sound— The servants know the unruly adopted children of the Sterlings are not so sibling-like. They have never been since Richard Sterling became part of this family.
Your daily recording of your days with your brother, as they told you to address the stranger, is written in your diary. Each strange thing you noticed was documented, you kept a close eye on him.
“Good morning, dear brother.” Waving him away once you reached the bottom of the stairs, “Are mother and father home?” Another yawn and this time you followed it up with a stretch. Richard's eyes go from head to toe taking in your body, the slight bounce of your breasts as you relax and groan in minor discomfort.
“No, they left for a holiday an hour ago.” He leans on the stair banister, “France this time, sister” A growing mischievous smirk on his pretty lips.
“Figures.” You shrug, “A bit of trouble and they go into hiding and leave us.” This is not the first time they left to let things simmer down but in doing so as you both got older, responsibilities fell onto you— Well, Richard as he is the boy here, but you do the work as you know well how to talk down the investors and gossiping ladies. “Must be bad if they are going to France…” Thinking out loud as you fold your arms over your chest and your finger tapping your chin.
“Fret not, princess!” Going over to you and taking your hand, “Let us use it as time for us to enjoy our freedom.” Kissing your knuckles.
You sigh, “I suppose that is all we can do.” Going to pull your hand away but he pulls you into his arms causing you to gasp as you nearly trip onto him. “Richard!” About to scold him for his actions.
“I smell us on you.” His nose is buried in the crook of your neck.
“Of course you do, your damn cum was still dripping down my legs this morning!” Whispering your words for maids and butlers not to overhear an intimate conversation. “Don't you be proud of yourself! I told you not to cum inside of me.”
“My deepest apologies,” You cover your mouth as he backs you against a wall, “Shall I clean my mess?” His hand tugged on the silk string of your robe.
You do not get a chance to speak as you push him off when one of the maids comes out of the door beside the wall, a cart of cleaning supplies before she can see what you both are doing. “Make sure you have a copy of our father's scheduled clients ready by brunch, brother.”
Oh, you are very cross with him if you are using that annoying title that holds no weight between you both.
It is a joke! This game of playing house when you both are not close nor related.
You look nothing like your adopted parents, a stolen child because they wanted a cute little girl to dress up.
Richard, who does favor their late son, though the mismatched eyes are different.
A fucked up family, you hate them yet you love Richard. He protects you… He is true to his oath to you as your knight.
A shapeshifter, from what the book said about them, usually are witches or limited to only turning into creatures. Yet, here is Richard posing as a replacement. You have long since given up trying to get rid of him as you feared he would eat your parents— He will when the time is right— But you have your hatred. Hatred for being stolen away, for your kidnappers to force your real parents to never send you letters, and for having Richard at first keep you on a leash with him.
You walk to the dining room as you are in a foul mood, there is work to be done, and Richard needs to focus on other responsibilities and not being at your feet like a dog. However, you do find comfort in his changed desire for you after he shows you how beneficial it is to be his princess. You are unsure where that idea came from but he was right… The clever creature knew you were smart enough to do your research on him, close to finding a way to kill him, you were doing it for yourself in fear.
The first order of the day is breakfast, return to your room to bathe last night you properly, get dressed in something comfortable and nice for outside brunch treats and then see about taking a nap before evening tea.
The first and second day you allow yourself a chance to relax, the quietness of the house a comfort… And Richard not having to sneak his way into your room is a bonus.
When you are in a very foul mood, you have Richard take you to your kidnappers’ bed for long hours as a twisted form of retaliation (he is all too pleased to give you a long night of heavy passion). Of course, the butler cleans the sheets after.
Breakfast is light, mostly fruits and freshly baked bread with butter.
Next, take a bath and you drag it out until your fingers are nearly pruned. Richard, damn him, the bite marks are not noticeable but there are so many! His fascination with your breasts and thighs was getting the worst of it.
Next, you go through your closet.
A blue dress? No. Pink? No, the season is fall. Oh, red is lovely. No, you aren't in the mood to look too fancy. Your eyes then drift to another dress you touch with great care. Richard bought you this after posing as you to see your parents in secret. Mother, your real mother, picked this out for you. Richard had bought it without your mother knowing the money she gave him wasn't enough. The money was used to pay off the debt at the local store that was kind enough to let your parents use credit, they always paid as much as possible at the end of the month before the next month's rent.
This is a dress you find pretty and you will wear it when the Sterlings fall at your feet.
You choose the blue dress.
The gardens are well known to you for three reasons.
Tea time, hiding, and now Richard.
Looking at him while reading some of the paperwork he found left behind by the shared father. There are two sets of schedules he keeps, one for public clients and one for private clients.
Private clients’ schedule list was taken with him to France meaning business will go on as usual but not in England. So it seems the holiday is a business trip.
Your eyes are taking in the sight of your knight's body, the style of clothing he has not changed much from during the shared childhood here.
You try not to think about how many childhoods this creature has had over the years of its life, shapeshifters are an odd bunch with little information about them due to being masters of deception.
“Do you truly love me, knight?” You had not meant to say it out loud while leaning your arm on the table and using your hand to hold your face up, “Will you not eat me when the time comes to move on?” Your eyes are not on his face, you rather listen to lies of comfort right now.
“Of course, not, princess.” You wonder if he truly can experience love or grief, maybe he mimics it like he does with faces. “I am bound by my oath to you, I will protect and adore you, your highness.”
You hum as your other hand traces the rim of your teacup with mild interest, “Would you kill for me?”
“Yes, of course, I will.” No hesitation as he has killed for you in order to keep you safe, he will not fail you. Such loyalty, fierce and unwavering, has you question him; nothing in life is free.
“Hmm,” Looking out to the garden, a quiet morning with singing birds and the warm glow of the sun, and the beautiful creature who dares to appear concerned for you. “Richard.”
“Yes, my princess?”
“Strip for me.”
That must have eased him as he moved from standing by your side to sitting on the chair to have your view of the bushes cut off by him.
“Shall I give you a show, my princess?”
You look at him with a coy smile, “Of course. Slowly.”
He has done this before, and many times this has caught your attention. First opening his legs to give a full view of what you soon will be revealed, oh you know well what is underneath those clothes— You bite down on the corner of your lips as he removes his vest placing it on the clear side of the table. Smoothly with practiced skill, he slips out of the chair posing playfully as a gentle breeze blows the petals of flowers past him.
You can't help but laugh at how dramatic that looked.
Next, he unbuttons his shirt, eyes locked on you, he leaves it open as he slips off the sash, the sound fabric slipping off and you lean back in the chair as he tosses it to you and you catch it.
When he sits back down with a smirk on his face as sees you shift in your seat, next are his trousers and calf-high boots. His bare hand slides up his chest as he lets out an exaggerated moan, “Princess, shall I take you here?” When he stands leaning on the table to let his shirt slip off his shoulder, you reach out your hand for him to take and kiss the back of your hand. You grin as you get up and walk around the small tea table over to him, he stands at attention, “Shirt.”
Letting go of your hand, he turns around and one sleeve falls off his arm then another, Richard looking behind him when your hand touches the center of his back. “Princess.”
“Now you are going to be a good knight and go to my room,” Kissing his shoulder, “You are to be ready for me once I finish my tea.”
“Like this?”
“Just like this,” Your hand slid down his back then around to cup his hardening cock, “That is my order,” You want him to suffer a little, “Sir Richard.” Your other hand takes his shirt out of his hands as he shivers in delight.
“As you wish, Your Highness.” This is all part of the game.
You release him after giving him a good squeeze on his cock, the breathy moan of your name has you grinning. You are enjoying watching him walk away, he will have to find a creative way to get to your room without the servants finding him.
Then your expression goes neutral, “Agatha,” The old woman appears from behind the rose bushes.
“Yes, miss?” Agatha is the only maid, the head maid, you trust. She would help you sneak out to see your family before Richard came along. She is an old woman, who used to be a wet nurse too for the original children of the Sterlings before they went missing (a secret they were murdered).
You touch your heart, “I fear you were right about my heart.”
“Love is a powerful force, miss.” She says, “Shapeshifters are masters of drawing all types of emotions from us. It is in their nature.” The old woman had been the one to guard you as best she could from the strange man. Listening to you ramble about his behaviors and connecting him to the creature you read about from a book you bought from an oddities shop.
The truth did not get you killed, the truth got you loyalty in a house of wolves
“Did you find… What we discussed?”
“Yes, as well as I found a way to make it tasteless.”
“Good,” You sigh with a small smile on your face, “He will be my end, his hunger will kill me but my love for him will haunt him.” Looking up at your balcony, “Forever until death brings him to me.”
Agatha nods, “I pray your heart captures his before this happens, miss.”
You chuckle, “Of course.” Taking the teacup to finish it, “My thanks, Agatha. Please, take the day off if you wish.”
She bows as you gather Richard’s belongings and go inside to meet him in your room.
Though you do not enter your room immediately, you listen to him touching himself for a good minute or five through the door. Giddy as he sounds desperate for you.
The creek of your door opening didn't stop him from touching his cock, nor did the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor stop him from saying your name, but he did stop to watch you remove your dress.
Only your dress.
Oh, the gem he found in this place is dazzling. What fools they are to always leave him alone with you, it is their fault the precious daughter found love in her brother. Richard is going to laugh in their faces when he devours them!
The consequences they reap are a product of their foolishness and greed, parents are so easy to manipulate to care for the parasite they willingly adopted.
Richard is quite happy here as he found his golden ticket, he enjoyed being given a life of luxury before killing his adopted parents. Richard, the current name he is using, found shaping himself to appear similar to a missing or dead child of a family, getting him targets faster.
He is enjoying the benefits of riches until they run out, then he will destroy everything to cover his tracks before starting all over again. A perfect cycle.
“Come now, princess,” His plan however has a minor complication, though he likes surprises, “Enough teasing,” There is always the chance of a clever human seeing past his facade, “Making your knight strip all the way…” On the bed on full display for his princess to see. This is your bedroom, your sanctuary, he knows this room like the back of his hand. “It's your turn.” Begging to be granted the affection of one moral he found himself attached to.
Crawling on the bed has him twitching, you are so beautiful and deadly as a lioness.
You shake your head, “Not yet,” Kissing his cheek, “I want you to show me your devotion.” Your hand wanders his defined chest. “Do this for your princess.”
He groans as the hand on his already hard, pre cum dripping, cock starts moving at a slow pace. He wraps his arm around you as you push him against the headboards of your bed, a sharp intake of air when you bite his nipple before licking it to soothe it.
“How cruel you are, my— Agh!” You stop him mid-sentence by biting his neck, a good hard bite on the spot that makes him feel claimed. “Princess.”
“Richard, faster. Move your hand the way I do.”
“But,” If he does then he won't last long and he rather cum within the princess of his desire, “Please.” Richard knows he can simply talk his way between your legs, taste you until your mind is fuzzy, and then give you his cock. To live the fantasy of breeding a human to make more like him, to keep you forever in this fairytale illusion; you are his to keep like a dragon with his hoard.
“Is my knight denying me what I desire of him,” Words whispered into his ear, “Is my order too much for him?” Your hand goes down his naval, fingers brushing against his tamed bush of hair, his cock twitching as your fingers slide over his fingers and cock.
“N-not ah all! An-Anything you wish of me is ah yours.” Long ago he would not give you this power over him, his vice of control demanded you to behave how he saw a princess. As time went on, he found you far more willing to betray your adopted parents (both parents could not have more children and they wanted a daughter); where he enjoyed the caged benefits, you wanted freedom from those who stole you from your parents.
“Good boy.” Licking the shell of his ear before biting it, “You are so beautiful.” You moan, “Part your legs a bit wider.” He nods as he loses himself to the very drug he used on you, lust. You hush his whine when your hand moves away, then he groans when you sit on his thigh so he can feel how wet you are, “Richard.” Moaning his name as you rock your hips to grind yourself on his thigh. His eyes lock onto the sight of you, the underlings are damningly blocking his view yet adds to the scene. Your breasts bubbling over the corset you are wearing, your petticoat skirt spread out over his leg, your hands on his shoulders as leverage.
“(Name),” He wants to rip everything off of you and sink himself deep within your quim already! “Princess, please.”
“Not yet,” You say between moans, “Let me see you fall apart.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, the hand around your waist grabs your ass through the underskirt, his growling as you kiss him. You open your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.
The shared taste of sweets from brunch is because your knight can never say no to an opportunity to make you smile.
Anything for his princess.
His hand goes behind your head, fingers in your hair before a sharp grip, he always wants more, always more— Devour you whole so you may never part from him. You try pushing him back to breathe but he is relentless in kissing you. Richard only pulls away to bury his face in your breast as he cums all over his hand and stomach. The tremble of his body, sharp rip of fabric as the hand on your ass grows out his claws, you hiss as his fangs bite into the top of one of your breasts; you pump his cock as he tried to stop himself from cumming too much by squeezing the base of his cock.
“Stop,” Growling his want, “I need to—”
“What you need to do is please your princess.” So close, you want to cum but you need him to stop holding back. Sharp gold and red eyes look up at you, you know he is fighting to retain his visual of Richard Sterling.
“Richard!” Pinning you down on the bed with your petticoat torn off and tossed away, “Ah!” Diving between your legs not caring as you pull his hair trying to gain your control back. Instead, your hands go to your pillow and sheets as he returns the favor with his tongue.
Longer, you can feel it deep with your cunt— He is losing his shape all because of you. There is pride in that.
Your thighs squeeze against your chest, feet curved and toes curling in your shoes, you cannot keep your voice down, “Richard, Richard, Richard!” Chanting his name over and over, your hair ruined from how much you have been tossing and turning.
Richard grins when he tastes your essence spill into his awaiting mouth, drinking you as if you are made of ambrosia, consuming you until you are whimpering his name. He is out of breath, “Allow me to be inside of you once more.” Sitting up as he keeps your legs pinned down thus you as well.
You nod your head quickly.
“Say it, confess it.”
“Richard,” You are a mess, a mess in love with this monster. His eyes are still mismatched with one is gold and the other red, his hair white with the tips red like fire, his skin paler, and you want him to consume you so you never part from him. “Take me, I need you, my beloved knight.”
And he does.
The shared moan of his cock sinking into your hot cunt, the way you have become home to him. You feel complete, he is your missing half the Gods divided and had you seek out. Romantically you both believe your hearts are in sync in this moment before the high of lust demands movements.
“I love you!” Said midst of you cumming as Richard is merciless, he let himself be consumed by desire, “Richard, more!” It will never be enough, you will never have enough of him, and that should make you hate the monster.
A monster you can see the beauty of as your hands hold his shoulders, where some of his red scales are exposed. You have seen them a handful of times, mostly when he was shedding, you find them pretty like rubies.
“I love you, (Name).” The cruelest poison, it is as thick and sweet as honey, you swallow it without a second thought. Yet, the creature means it— Repeats it over and over as he changes positions to you lying on your side. One leg on the bed bent towards your chest and the other over his shoulder. One hand is on your leg while the other is rubbing your sensitive clit.
Both cumming again.
“My princess,” He groans as the position is changed again to you on all fours, hands gripping the top of your headboard, his hands on your waist as he fucks you from behind, “Just a bit more, hold on for me.” He isn't done yet as his stamina is a blessing and a curse in these moments.
The next position is one you begged for, the scene outside changing as the sun is now high in the sky, you do not want to stop. You want to keep going to forget everything painful and just stay in the illusion Richard created, be only the princess and her faithful knight.
“Richard, cum, please!” You are on his lap as he holds you, his mouth on your chest and hands on your ass to help you bounce on his cock. “I need it,” Drunk on sex makes it easier to expose parts of your yearning heart, “I want your bastard,” Sobbing as you are so close again, “You can't leave me. I won't let you.”
Richard stops you moving and pulls back to see his weeping princess, glowing from sex and her heart bare for him to see, “I will never abandon you.” He is serious as his hands touch your face as you choke out whimpers and shake your head, “My sweet princess.” Kissing your tears away, tears because though he can cum inside of you as many times as he wishes… Shapeshifters can't impregnate a human.
“I love you.” You want to believe him, he wants you to believe him.
“Show me,” Glossy eyes on his face, “Show me everything you are.” The highest form of trust to show the monster she once feared and now loves, a monster you have in your bed every night. Richard lays you down as he pulls out of you, kissing your hand as he wants you to see him completely. You place your hands over your stomach, your overused cunt leaking out the generous amount of cum he released inside of you, your eyes locked on him as sheds the final part of his false approach.
The face and body remain the same as he modeled himself into the persona of the dead son of the Sterlings, but you can see the differences between the creature and pictures of the dead son (the few that remain untouched by the knight). The decorative scales on his arms and parts of his chest, a tail that wraps your chest, and when he takes your hand to feel his cock— The barbs are different and you know it is going to be a very interesting sensation. The black tendrils leak the sticky substance of cum, there are others within the parted skin— The ungentle reminder you are bedding a monster— You find him to be the most fascinating thing in your life.
“You are the first to see this.” Groaning as you sit up and start exploring him with your mouth and hands, “Are you not—” Surprised at how you kiss him and eagerly explore him.
“Richard, if you ever think I would find you hideous, I will tie you to this bed and ride you.”
“Careful, princess, such a promise might not work in your favor.”
“I believe it will. After all, I know how to handle my knight's sword quite well.” Kissing his nose as he lets out groans as you make your point with his cock, the main tendril that has a barb-like base. “You are going to take me as if you can breed me, understand?”
“Of course, how beautiful you would be carrying our child.” A fantasy he can play into.
You appreciate him going slow but it makes the feeling of his size and barbs nearly too much, your nails scratching deep into his skin close to cutting it, he whispers the sweetest of praises and amazement at how well you are taking him. The idea of having him take you like this all the time is brought up though realistically he can't, the risk of being caught both as your brother and a monster would not end for either of you.
You cling to him desperately as the kiss shared between seals your fate to him as it did many years ago.
It is late afternoon now, Richard is awake with his fingers playing with your hair. His eyes looking up at the ceiling, you are sleeping on him sharing your warmth with him. His eyes will glance over at you from time to time, enjoying the peace sleep gives you; though his eyes would drift to your neck to where the fresh marks you will have to hide with a high collar.
The knight kisses your forehead before going back to thinking… The end will come soon.
Upon their return from holiday, these loving parents have arrangements to meet a matchmaker to marry you off. A young woman at your age is perfect and the family has already set their eyes on a young man from a family friend.
Richard met him once, he is an idiot. Perfect for them to use you to control the idiot. They believe they can simply ship you off, to take away the princess from her knight. You have no idea about this, Richard aims to keep it that way until the time is right.
Soon.
Soon you will be free and he will remain by your side until the end.
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