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All in a Knight’s Work

Chapter 26

Summary: Madeleine has had enough of your moping around.

Relevant tags: Sylus x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Royal AU, Secret Relationships, Knights, Princes and Princesses, First Love

Chapter 1

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You sat on a lounge chair, book in hand. Reading seemed like a good way to distract yourself from thinking about Sylus. You had read the same paragraph five times already, until the words began to blur on the page. And yet not a single sentence had settled in your mind. As the days dragged on, you found your thoughts spiralling into worse and worse scenarios – catastrophising at every turn until you'd exhausted all of the worst possibilities. Conscious of how you could no longer hide your worry, you had begun to avoid company. The palace felt different too. The way the maids looked at you bothered you. Those quick, darting glances, the way they lowered their voices when you passed. The whispers and giggles were long gone, replaced by looks of pity. As if someone has died, you thought with annoyance, snapping your book shut. He’s not dead. He’s just… away.

Your brother had come to visit you shortly after you’d received Sylus’s final letter. Sebastian had written to Caine as well, explaining the events of the past days in greater detail than Sylus had.  

“You’ve been such a busy bee.” Your brother had pulled you into a warm embrace. “Why didn’t you come to me earlier?”

“I just didn’t want to bother you.” You’d answered with a small smile, melting into the comfort of his hug. The real answer was different, though. Because I stubbornly wanted to prove I could do it myself. But you didn’t want to admit that aloud to Caine. More doting and pity weren’t what you needed. 

Since that day, you had spent less and less time in the study. The sight of it only reminded you of Sylus’s absence, and the fact that there was nothing more you could do for him. It left you feeling helpless.

One morning, an invitation arrived from Madeleine. 

…it is of the utmost importance that you attend!!! And wear a dress that you won’t mind ruining.

You decided it wouldn't hurt to see what she was up to. So with Erin’s help, you found an old dress in the back of your closet – one you didn’t particularly like –  and donned it. As usual, you tied Sylus’s red ribbon in your hair and left for your carriage, your guards trailing behind you.

When you arrived at her home, a maid led you to a half-empty, well-lit conservatory. As you walked through the doors, Madeleine’s bright laughter greeted you, along with the sight of Master Rafayel wiping a stripe of blue paint from his cheek. 

“Good morning, Maddie.” You called out, drawing their attention. “And Mister -er, Master Rafayel.” You corrected yourself, remembering that’s how Caine had referred to the artist.

“It’s lovely to meet you again, Your Highness,” the artist bowed, slow and graceful. “Please, just Rafayel is fine.”

“Come, come!” Maddie hurried over to you, hugging your arm and leading you towards a wooden tripod easel. A blank canvas rested against it. 

“Is this what you needed me for?” You asked with a small laugh.

“That's right!” Maddie beamed at you. “You’ve been nose-deep in books for too long now. It’s time for a lesson in fine art,” she said, gesturing at the scene before you.

“Ooh, exciting.” Trying to push the negative thoughts away, you did your best to match her energy. Pulling a high stool over, you settled behind your easel. Maddie sat on her own beside you as Rafayel pulled over a side table between you, arranging various supplies – charcoal sticks, chalk, brushes in every shape and size, and some small ceramic dishes of vivid paints already mixed and prepared. 

You sat on your stool, hands on your knees, waiting patiently for the artist to finish his preparations, as Maddie’s eyes followed him with excitement. 

“Your Highness,” he turned to you eventually. “Is there anything you’d like to paint?” His voice was gentle, his Lemurian accent coming through elegant and melodic.

The question gave you pause. You thought about flowers, or a landscape. Or a portrait? Surely you couldn’t manage a portrait in your first attempt. Then an idea came to you – you wanted to paint an animal.

“I’d like to paint a raven, please,” you said, feeling a little bashful at your choice. Picking up a piece of chalk, Rafayel nodded, then came around to your easel.

“I will show you how to sketch it out first.” He made the first marks on your canvas with confident strokes. As you watched the rough outline of a bird take form, Maddie leaned in.

“Why a raven?” She asked. “Won’t you be bored painting only with black?”

“Well.” You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, heat creeping up your cheeks. “Prince Kaylen mentioned that Sylus has a pet raven.” 

“Then let us make this painting your fiancé’s welcome gift.” Rafayel glanced back at you, red chalk still in his hand. 

“I think he’d like that,” you mumbled with a small smile as you played with your hands. “Kaylen said the raven has been restless and attacking everyone at court ever since Sylus left. Even the king himself!” You attempted to steer the subject, hoping Maddie wouldn’t tease you for your choice.

“I can’t imagine that!” Maddie laughed as you both watched Rafayel work on your canvas. “A fearsome king like him, allowing a bird to peck at him sounds preposterous!”

“That bird likely sees the royal family as his flock,” the artist explained. “Ravens become extremely attached to their families.”

“Aww, poor thing…” Maddie cooed as she picked up a charcoal stick. “He must be so upset that his prince is gone.”

Her words sent a small pang through your chest. You were the same as that raven, waiting for your prince, not knowing when he’d return.

“And do you have any animal friends, Master Rafayel?” You asked the artist as he dipped a brush in paint and handed it to you. 

“A flock of seagulls like to visit my home,” he said, picking at his art supplies. “They can also be very demanding birds.”

You smiled at the image of seagulls circling his house, tapping on his windows and trying to steal his food. You began painting your raven with a shaky hand, trying your best to stay within the sketch that Rafayel had prepared for you. Your brush strokes were uneven and hesitant, but you kept going. The black paint was thick and rich, smelling faintly of linseed oil, and you focused on the simple task of filling in the spaces.

“Remember what I told you last time,” you heard the artist murmur to Maddie, and you sneakily side-eyed the pair beside you. Rafayel hovered beside your cousin, standing much closer than he did with you. She held a piece of charcoal, while Rafayel held her hand, guiding it across the canvas. You averted your gaze back to your own painting, biting your lip to stifle a giggle.

You had noticed that the artist had departed from your castle a while ago. Assuming that he’d returned home with your remaining guests, and consumed with Sylus's journey, you hadn't realised he was still in Solen. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to probe a little.

“Master Rafayel.” You piped up, interrupting their whispers as you glided your brush over your canvas. “I’m surprised that you’ve stayed here this long. This winter must be dreadful compared to the year-round summers of Lemuria.”

The artist straightened beside Madeline and tapped a clean brush against his lip as if considering his answer. “I’ve found inspiration here that I was missing in Lemuria," he answered finally.

“Hmm,” you eyed your cousin, who had suddenly gone uncharacteristically quiet as she worked on her own painting. “So it’s true that artists find their muse in unlikely places.”

“Indeed,” he answered, his voice warm.

You continued working on your artwork, making idle conversation. Rafayel wandered between you and Madeleine, offering pointers and guidance, occasionally taking your brush when you struggled. Whenever you made a mistake, he helped you correct it. You hadn’t known what to expect of a world-renowned artist, but Rafayel was surprisingly patient. Maybe Maddie warned him to be nice, you thought to yourself. At the very least, you were grateful that Rafayel hadn’t mentioned anything of the chaos he witnessed when Sylus first presented himself. Eventually your raven finally began to take shape. The body, the wings, the sharp curve of its beak - it was all coming together. Once all the black paint had been laid out, Rafayel guided you in adding some colour and highlights to the raven. A touch of blue, purple and pink – all leaving an almost iridescent sheen to its feathers. It seemed almost finished. All except his eyes.

“I’d like to paint his eyes red,” you announced. 

Rafayel handed you a thin brush, its tip fine and precise. “Eyes are the windows of the soul. Let's make sure they’re perfect.” 

You leaned in, holding your breath as you added the final touches. Kaylen hadn’t said anything about the raven’s eyes. No matter, you thought. I want them red. Like Sylus’s.

Once your painting class was finished, Madeleine squeezed you in a tight hug. Her arms were warm, and her faint, floral perfume had mixed with the scent of the paint. “You know you’re always welcome here.” She held, still not letting go. “Next time, we’ll invite the rest of the girls.” It warmed your heart seeing how considerate she'd been of you.

“I don’t want to interrupt you two.” You teased, patting her back lazily. She held you tighter, swaying with you for a moment, then pulled away. 

“Nonsense,” she answered firmly. “Once the painting is dry, I will have it delivered to you. So you can gift it to Prince Sylus when he returns.”

“If he does…” You mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Not if.” Maddie held your cheeks, squishing them together, forcing you to meet her eyes. “But when.” Her voice was decisive, her brows slightly raised as if she wouldn’t allow any argument. 

You smiled behind her hands. “You’re right. When.” 

She released you, satisfied with your answer.

Despite your initial reluctance, you left Maddie’s home in better spirits than when you arrived. You found yourself looking forward to presenting Sylus with the painting of his pet. Even though your raven had a certain… brainless look in his eye, you hoped that Sylus would like it. You wandered the palace, day-dreaming of how to frame it for him, imagining how he’d react to seeing your amateur painting.  

He's going to laugh his breeches off, you thought, smiling to yourself. 

You studied your finished, dried painting, holding Madeleine’s letter in one hand. A butler stood nearby, awaiting your instruction.

Erin stood beside you, arms crossed, inspecting it with you. “He looks very… special.” She tilted her head, her lips twitching. “I mean, the pose is quite nice.”

“Master Rafayel helped with that.” You clarified, a little embarrassed by your painting.  

“Ah, I see.” She cleared her throat. “Please don’t worry, my lady. Prince Sylus will adore it regardless.”

Your lips curved to one side into a half-smile. “I think it deserves a golden frame. What do you think?”

“My lady.” Erin couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped her. “I suspect Prince Sylus will ensure that your creation is displayed front and centre for all to see.” 

Resting your hands on your hips, you turned to your butler. “Please find a gold-painted frame to fit it. As extravagant as possible. If you can’t, then call for a craftsman.”

“Yes, my lady,” the butler stepped forward, carefully picking up your canvas and carrying it away with all the reverence it deserved. It may have been only your deranged-looking bird, but it still had Master Rafayel's touch.

You sighed, watching him go in silence.

“It has been a fortnight, you know,” you muttered, a sad smile tugging on your lips. Erin looked at you. “Since Sylus last wrote to me.”

“I’m certain that he’s well, my lady,” Erin reassured you as you linked your arm with hers and stepped out into the palace hallway. You weren't entirely sure where you were leading her – perhaps the greenhouse. It had become your favourite place to walk whenever your thoughts grew too loud.

“It’s a long time to go unheard of,” you said. “He should have gone in, seized that king, and come back. A couple of days should have been enough.”

“You said he would be gathering evidence, my lady.” Erin reminded you gently. “If something happened to any prince abroad, I am sure we would receive word immediately.”

“You’re right, Erin,” you hugged her arm tighter. “You always know what to say.”

You stepped out of the palace and into the gardens, heading towards the large greenhouse.  The cold air outside bit your cheeks, making you shudder. You huddled closer to Erin, your steps quickening. The large greenhouse drew closer, its glass panes catching the pale winter sun, steaming faintly against the cold.

Then a horn blared somewhere beyond the castle walls. 

The sound made you jump, freezing you mid-step. Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart seized, then began to pound against your ribs. 

You locked eyes with Erin. “Is that…” you whispered, afraid to finish your question. 

“Someone's at the main gates.” She breathed, the colour draining from her face. 

Without another word, you grabbed Erin’s hand, gathered your skirts, and took off running across the grass towards the castle walls.

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All in a Knight’s Work

Chapter 25

Summary: Time seems to stop as you wait for news of Sir Caleb.

Relevant tags: Sylus x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Royal AU, Secret Relationships, Knights, Princes and Princesses, First Love

Chapter 1

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That same night, you lay awake in bed, staring at the ornate ceiling, unable to find sleep. Shortly after Sir Caleb had departed, doubt had crept in, settling deep in your mind. An incessant thought gnawed at you that perhaps your discoveries were nothing but nonsense. That as soon as Sylus read your letter, he would be so disappointed with you. Or worse – he would believe you, act on your advice, only to waste his precious time chasing false leads while the real culprits slipped away. 

Maybe Sylus would finally see you for what you really were. A stupid girl, a sheltered princess playing with something she didn’t understand. Caine would be embarrassed too, for letting you mess around with his work. 

You hugged your pillow closer, pressing your face into the fabric. Even if I were terribly wrong, Sylus wouldn’t hate me for it, would he? 

A sudden urge to jump out of your bed and run to your guards seized you. You wanted to send them off to find Sir Caleb and bring him back. You would tell him you’d made a mistake and offer him a whole crate of gold and jewels as an apology. But it had been hours since he left. Depending on how fast he rode, Sir Caleb was likely already in Willowby, knocking on inn doors, searching for Sylus and Sebastian. 

It’s too late now. Trying to shake off the negative thoughts, you forced yourself to think about the day Sylus would return - the image of his face, the warmth of his arms, the sound of his voice. You clung to it like a lifeline until you finally managed to drift off into uneasy sleep.

The next day passed slowly and torturously. 

You leafed through documents without seeing them, your mind consumed by Sir Caleb’s journey. He was surely in Willowby by now. You wondered if he had managed to find Sylus. If Sylus had seen your letter. How he looked as he read it. What he thought of it. 

Knowing it was too early to hear back, you trudged on with your day. 

The day after, there was still no sign of Sir Caleb. Surely he would spend the night at Willowby, you reasoned. Let his horse rest at the very least, then ride back the next morning. You kept your hopes up, telling yourself that you shouldn't expect to hear from him yet. If he rode through the night, maybe he had collapsed in his own bed immediately and slept through the day. It would be irresponsible, you thought, but you’d let it slide. 

Day three was when worry truly set in. His instructions were simple: find Sylus, deliver the letter, and come straight back. What could be delaying him? As the days stretched on, you were plagued by the thought that Sir Caleb never managed to reach Sylus. And if he were attacked and killed on the road, it would be your fault. After all, you knew the roads were dangerous, and you sent a lone man to brave them. 

You tried to reassure yourself with other possibilities. Perhaps he did arrive safely, but he couldn’t find Sylus straight away. Sylus could have been out in the woods chasing bandits, and Caleb had to wait in the inn. But the hope felt thin.

What frightened you the most was that not only had Sir Caleb not returned, but your messenger had brought no letters from Sylus either. Maybe he had grown upset with you when the messenger turned up at Willowby without a reply from you. And refused to write again. He wouldn’t be that petty, you told yourself. And if Sylus were too offended to write, surely Sebastian would. Every day that passed without word, you spoke to your father, to Caine, to Lady Celia – none of them had heard from Sebastian either. It had turned into a daily ritual.

Then a different fear began to take shape. They received your letter, and they acted on it. They went to investigate the Hawthorne estate, and something happened to them. But where had Sir Caleb gone to, then? 

One morning, unable to wait any longer, you sent your guard to look for Sir Caleb at his home. He returned with no sign of him. You hadn’t dared to tell anyone what you’d done, except Erin. And every time you looked at her, you were overcome with guilt. But if she blamed you, she never showed it. She looked at you with the same gentle smile, and offered the same quiet reassurance that Sir Caleb was strong, and knew what he was doing. Still, occasionally you caught her staring out of the window as she arranged flowers or pausing mid-stitch on her embroidery. She hadn’t asked about Caleb, but you recognised the longing look in her eyes. You had also grown fond of watching Sir Caleb wander the palace looking for Erin, following her around like a big, loyal puppy. There was something so pure about the pair, and you wouldn’t forgive yourself if he didn’t return.

You came close to confiding in Caine and Prince Kaylen when you sat with them for tea, but the words died in your throat. You were too afraid of being scolded for acting without seeking advice, or being told what a huge mistake you’d made when it was already too late to turn back. Prince Kaylen had been growing frustrated in Solen, counting the days until he could return home. You had noticed the way he tapped his fingers against the teacup – the same restless energy Sylus had when he was pretending to be patient. You wondered whether he missed his wife. If he worried about her the way you worried about Sylus. Despite getting to know him better, you were still terrified of angering the crown prince if he found out you’d put Sylus at risk, or needlessly delayed his departure. 

You swung slowly in your seat in the greenhouse, watching your gardeners tend to some tropical plants that had been given to Sebastian as wedding gifts. The glasshouse was one of your favourite places in the palace. It was as large as a mansion and heated all year round to sustain plants from every corner of the world. A small fountain burbled in the centre, with benches and swings dotted around the space, along with a small dining area where you liked to host your friends. Your favourite swing sat beneath a canopy of wisteria, where you could hide from the world. When Sylus was only known as Sir Skye, he used to stand next to you and gently push the swing as you talked. And when the greenhouse was empty enough, you’d invite him to sit with you.

That day, you sat there, swaying gently by yourself as the head gardener pointed out the leaves on a young Lemurian palm tree to his apprentice. You could catch snippets of their conversation, the older man explaining something about patience, and how many years it would take for that tree to bear fruit.

You noticed a butler wander into the greenhouse, then as soon as his eyes landed on you, he made a beeline straight for you. He handed you a letter with a bow, and your heart began to pound. You took it, thanking him, your fingers trembling.

Seeing your name in Sylus’s handwriting sent waves of panic and relief both crashing through you. He’s alive and well. You repeated the words to yourself like a prayer as you opened the envelope with shaking hands. 

Darling,

You must be terribly upset with me right now. I promise that I did not intend to worry you with my silence, and you may scold and punish me as much as you wish once I return. But please believe me, I had a good reason.

Your knight arrived safe and sound and delivered your letter to me. The first thing I asked Sir Caleb when I saw him was how you were. He assured me that you were well, although he also noted that you looked like you hadn’t slept much. For my sake, please make sure you sleep and eat plenty. 

After reading your letter and studying your map, I must say – I am impressed with your findings. Sending Sir Caleb instead of a messenger was good thinking, too. I always admired your heart, and now I find myself falling in love with your beautiful mind as well. I suspect that when my princess sinks her claws into a mystery, nothing in this world would persuade her to let it go. 

The next morning, we set off to monitor Hawthorne’s toll bridge. We managed to intercept an attack a few miles down the road, but unfortunately we couldn’t obtain any proof. Stalking the bridge was becoming too time-consuming, and we were running a risk of being discovered.

I decided a more direct approach was needed. I sent the twins to break into Hawthorne’s home and search through his records. We couldn’t find any written proof linking him to King Edward, although the twins found a draft for a petition. He plans to request permission to expand his winery further east toward the Belrose estate. Sebastian will have undoubtedly written to your father about this, so I will spare you the details.

We continued to monitor Hawthorne’s estate - after all, even if he didn’t keep any letters, surely someone had to carry them. Late one evening, we spotted a messenger leave through the rear gates. We decided to follow him, and once he’d ridden past Belrose and south toward the border, we intercepted him and relieved him of his post. And would you believe it – he carried a request for ‘more men, gold and Philos swords’, addressed to none other than our good friend King Edward. 

This was proof enough for me.

Sebastian and I both suspect that Lord Hawthorne is driven by ambition for Belrose’s lands. Did King Edward promise them to him? I will find the answer once we ride south. 

We will soon set off toward the border, announcing a friendly visit by Prince Sebastian, while the rest of us will accompany him disguised in Sun Guard uniforms. I can’t say that I’m thrilled to wear the uniform again, but the twins certainly are. I will ensure that they’re on their best behaviour while in Sun Guard armour, so they don’t damage your royal guard’s reputation. Once we are inside King Edward’s castle, we will play it by ear.

I understand that committing my plans to paper puts all of your hard work at risk. Yet if the worst were to happen, I couldn’t bear the thought of disappearing on you without writing one last letter. Or at the very least, without telling you this – 

You were right. 

Whatever awaits us down south, please know that I have no regrets. If I could turn back time and begin this journey again, regardless of how it ends, I would still choose the road that led me to you.

By the time you receive this letter, we will have already departed. Once I pass the border, I will be unable to send or receive any more messages. So please, sit tight and wait for me – I promise to return with good news soon. And when I do, I will make sure that everyone knows that I couldn’t have done it without you.

Love you always, 

Sylus

P.S. I have decided to borrow Sir Caleb for the time being. Please apologise to Miss Erin on my behalf. If he happens to return a little banged up, she is welcome to blame me entirely.

You sat back in your swing, the letter trembling in your hands. Reading it several times over, your eyes kept coming back to the words.

You were right. 

Resting your head back, you stared up at the hanging wisteria flowers above you. You repeated the words in your mind. Sylus had believed you and immediately took action. And he proved you right. You felt a small flicker of pride in your chest. Deep down, you knew that wasn’t what mattered the most. But you couldn’t help it. You’d been useful. Perhaps for the first time, your efforts reached somebody beyond the palace walls.

Despite this, your heart clenched again. He was already gone. If the letter had left the night before, then Sylus would have crossed the border yesterday. He was in Edward’s territory now – possibly even at his castle gates. Your eyes searched the letter until they landed on “we will play it by ear”. These words terrified you more than anything else. Sebastian playing anything by ear did not bode well. Even less so if Sylus was involved. Sebastian needed a voice of reason, and Sylus certainly wasn’t that. Would they attempt to negotiate? Would they kick off and start a conflict? Would Sylus ambush the king at night and…

The questions spun in your mind, and you caught yourself anxiously picking at the skin around your nails. You realised that for the first time since Sylus had left, there was nothing more for you to do. Nothing else to investigate, no map left to unfold, no clues to follow. Just the unbearable weight of waiting, and hoping that somewhere beyond the southern border, Sylus would find his way back to you.

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All in a Knight’s Work

Knight!Sylus x Princess!Reader AU - Ongoing

Chapter Masterlist

❦ Chapter 1

❦ Chapter 2

❦ Chapter 3

❦ Chapter 4

❦ Chapter 5

❦ Chapter 6

❦ Chapter 7 NSFW

❦ Chapter 8

❦ Chapter 9 NSFW

❦ Chapter 10

❦ Chapter 11 NSFW

❦ Chapter 12

❦ Chapter 13

❦ Chapter 14

❦ Chapter 15

❦ Chapter 16 NSFW

❦ Chapter 17

❦ Chapter 18

❦ Chapter 19

❦ Chapter 20

❦ Chapter 21

❦ Chapter 22

❦ Chapter 23

❦ Chapter 24

❦ Chapter 25

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The First Taste of Heaven

Levi x fem reader

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Modern AU - smut - mafia Levi - first time as a couple.

It's the first time you're intimate as a couple and Levi shows you exactly how you should be loved.

Levi Ackerman possessed enough wealth to buy whatever he wanted, and enough power to make the city bend to his every command. But the only thing in the world he truly treasured was you, his quiet, cosy girl who had stumbled into his world and completely captured his cold heart.

He knew you weren't used to luxury, nor were you used to being loved with such overwhelming, worshipful devotion. So, he took his time with you. He spoiled you with soft clothes, quiet evenings, and endless gentle affection, making sure you felt entirely safe before taking this final, intimate step together.

Now, lying in his grand bed, your legs parted wide for him. He had spent the last hour devouring you, his tongue working between your thighs with such fierce, dedicated patience that you had already shattered into multiple breathtaking orgasms before he even touched his own belt.

And now, he was finally inside you.

Levi was buried to the hilt, his cock incredibly big and thick, stretching your walls just right so you wrapped snugly around every single inch of him. His normally slicked-back dark hair was damp with sweat, hanging messily over his sharp forehead. The intricate black tattoos covering his broad shoulders and muscular chest glistened like pure art in the dim light as his muscles flexed with every slow, deliberate push.

The pleasure was so overwhelming, so intense, that you instinctively turned your head to the side, shyly looking away from his intense, silver gaze.

Your eyes flicked down to where your bodies were connected. You watched through a haze of bliss as the base of his thick length slid slowly in and out, glistening heavily with your sweet arousal and his own slick heat.

Levi let out a low, gravelly chuckle that vibrated deep in his chest. "Does it look good to you, sweetheart?"

Blushing furiously, you looked away again, pressing the back of your hand over your mouth to muffle a needy, breathless moan.

Levi’s large, calloused hand left the mattress, gently caressing your hot cheek. He stroked his thumb over your skin, his voice dropping into a soft, velvety murmur. "Don't hide from me, darling. Don't be shy. I want to hear every sound you make."

He leaned down and rolled his hips in a deep, agonisingly slow circle, grinding his pelvis flush against yours. The sudden spike of friction hit your core so hard that your toes curled into the silk sheets.

You frantically reached down, grabbing his solid hips with trembling hands. "Wait—Levi, wait..."

Levi instantly paused his hips, his eyes melting with immediate concern as he looked down at you. "Why wait, princess? Am I hurting you?"

You shook your head quickly, tears of sweet pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes. "No... no, it's not that. It's just... it feels too good. It's too much."

A soft, devastatingly handsome smile broke across Levi’s face. "That’s how it’s supposed to feel with me," he whispered lovingly.

Gently, he reached down, taking your trembling wrists in his palms and slowly bringing your hands up, pinning them securely next to your head on the soft pillows. He leaned down until his chest was pressed against yours, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, intoxicating kiss.

"Can I keep going, sweetheart?" Levi asked softly against your mouth.

You mumbled incoherently, completely overwhelmed, unsure of what to even think or feel as your body throbbed around him.

"I can make you cum all night long with just my cock," Levi purred, his breath hot and sweet against your lips. "You just have to say yes for me."

A delicious shiver ran straight down your spine. "Yes," you whimpered softly. "Yes, Levi, please."

"Good girl," he rumbled.

Levi didn't rush. He kept the pace deep, heavy, and slow, rolling his hips with a masterclass in control. Every single thrust hit the exact spot inside you, making wave after wave of pure, throbbing pleasure shoot straight to your core.

"Ah... Levi!" you moaned out loud, dropping all your shyness as his name tumbled from your lips like a prayer.

"That's it," Levi praised softly, his eyes locked on yours as he watched you unravel. "Let me show you the joys of your own body, darling. Let me show you how good it can feel... how safe you are to just lose yourself in me."

Your moans grew higher, louder, and sweeter, filling the quiet bedroom. You pulled your hands from his light grip, your fingers digging your nails into the backs of his hands as another massive wave of intense heat began to coil tightly in your lower belly.

"Oh god..." you gasped, leaning your head back into the pillow, your throat exposed to him.

Levi leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he gave one final, impossibly deep, grinding thrust that hit your cervix.

"No god, princess," Levi growled softly, his voice thick with a fiercely possessive love. "Just me."

At those words, your mind completely snapped. Your inner walls slammed down around his thick length, locking him tight as a massive, soul-shattering orgasm ripped through your body. You cried out his name, your hips lifting off the bed to meet his as you came hard, the very first time a man had ever managed to make you climax during sex.

You shivered beneath his heavy, warm frame, completely losing yourself to the absolute bliss of his claim, knowing with absolute certainty in your heart that you were going to be addictively, hopelessly in love with Levi Ackerman for the rest of your life.

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All in a Knight’s Work

Chapter 24

Summary: You dive headfirst into your mountain of work, and Sylus writes like a Victorian man dying of heartbreak.

Relevant tags: Sylus x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Royal AU, Secret Relationships, Knights, Princes and Princesses, First Love

Chapter 1

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You sat back in your leather chair, staring up at the ceiling. A fresh pile of post sat on your desk, most of it already opened and screened by palace officials. Nearby, on a little trolley, sat a steaming pot of tea and a tray of biscuits, courtesy of Erin. To keep your energy up, she had said.

Over just a few short days, the mountain of letters had been reduced to a few neat stacks, arranged on a desk nearby. Your task had been tedious. Mind-numbing even. It made you wonder how long Caine had been putting it off, if he had allowed it to get this bad. Much of the incoming post consisted of lords and ladies seeking advice on rulings and legalities, land and property disputes, and surprisingly – petty squabbles. From a lost cow to a runaway wife to a dispute over the allowed height of a hedge, all of it went back to your staff to deal with. But it did give you a glimpse into the everyday lives of your subjects.

On a nearby desk, you had set aside a pile of written accounts of suspicious activities. A guard had seen a hooded man run into the woods a day before an attack. A shepherd came upon an abandoned camp up the mountains. You couldn’t be certain whether they were related, but you didn’t want to risk missing any detail. Another pile consisted of various complaints from merchants and townsfolk. Traders had been attacked on the main road, their gold and goods taken from them and their guards beaten. Recently, a merchant had disappeared along with his stock. The only thing left behind was an empty cart, while his horses were found grazing on some grass nearby.

Your most important letters had come from Lady Alice Belrose, who governed an estate in the south-west region of your kingdom, where most of the trouble seemed to brew. The Belrose family was one of the oldest and wealthiest noble families in Solen, second only to yours. Their vineyards were known for producing Dragon’s Blood, King Aylus’s favourite wine, and they sent crates of it up north every season. Her own daughter was now known as Princess Adeline, after she married your brother Caine. Lady Alice was also the only person outside the palace who knew that Sebastian would travel south. She had kindly compiled a list for you of disturbances and robberies that her subjects had reported to her.

As you went along, you marked each location on a map pinned to a wall nearby. You stood from your chair and marked another spot. Most attack sites were dotted along the southbound main roads, as well as the forests and rivers around them, seemingly gradually spreading eastward. You wondered whether these bandits were growing bolder. A lot of the local robberies were of food and produce, making you think they were congregating somewhere and venturing out into towns. But when it came to merchants, they only seemed to target Soleners heading south to Philos. The type of goods taken seemed to be random, as if they didn’t particularly care what they stole, as long as it hurt your family’s pockets. However, you noted that it was usually smaller, easily portable goods that were taken. Heavy shipments like building materials and iron passed through the roads mostly unbothered. You found that very strange, and yet you couldn’t form a link between the attacks. It was almost as if the bandits knew when and where to strike.

You had gone through the identities of the attacked merchants, but you couldn’t find anything significant linking them. Some were small-time merchants; others carried cargo for large traders. Some worked directly for the crown, while others seemed unrelated. The only thing connecting them was that they were all Soleners. Traders and travellers from Philos and Onychinus passed unharmed. You wondered whether Edward wanted you to suspect Philos, or if he simply didn’t want to provoke them.

You flopped down into your chair again, eyeing the new post. You reached and pulled an envelope, and ripped it open without looking, unfolding the letter.

Dear Caine

Oh. You looked at the ripped envelope properly, reading the words HRH Prince Caine II, stamped with Lady Alice’s vine leaf seal. You mentally apologised to your brother for opening his personal mail and stuffed the letter back into its sleeve, wondering how it had ended up in your pile. You reached for a different letter, but your eyes drifted back to it, curious what Lady Alice would be writing about. Maybe he won’t mind me reading it, you thought, looking around you as if someone would catch you snooping. He must have left it there for me on purpose. Satisfied with your reasoning, you took the letter again and scanned the contents.

I am pleased to inform you that Prince Sebastian and Prince Sylus have been disposing of pests around my estate with great efficiency. Despite this, scoundrels are still finding their way to travellers along the roads, even those venturing on different routes. My own merchants are still attacked, even after making last-minute changes to their arrangements. How is this possible?

Word has spread of their success, and people have begun to ask questions. This forced me to announce that I have sent my guards to patrol the roads. I hope you won’t mind me taking the credit for the time being–I thought it prudent to conceal the princes’ involvement for now.

However, I have some concerning news. The very next day after my announcement, one of my vineyards caught fire. Once the fires were contained, a servant found a note, stating: “Do not meddle in matters which you do not understand.” I fear that somebody does not want me to interfere, and they are likely within our borders.

I no proof of anything, but I would suggest looking westward. Whatever is poisoning these lands did not grow in mine.

P.S. Give Adeline my regards, and please send more portraits of my grandchildren. They must have grown already.

You stared at the letter, processing the information. Lady Alice’s property had been attacked. And she seemed to imply that someone had been feeding the bandits information. But how could one of your own people do this? You didn’t understand what they had to gain. You went up to your map, your eyes fluttering between the letter and the parchment, hoping that everything would suddenly click into place. She said to look westward–but what, or who, was that way?

You felt foolish staring blankly at the map, knowing full well this was completely going over your head. If Caine were here, you thought, he would immediately know what to do. Your shoulders slumped in defeat.

A palace clerk would do a better job than me.

Resigned that you would have to pass this on to Caine to unravel, you trudged back to your seat, dropping onto it with a huff, tossing the letter aside. You played with a trinket absent-mindedly, feeling a little bitter at just how sheltered and… ignorant your upbringing had left you. But then, you realised, you had never really asked for more, had you?

You grabbed a letter reluctantly, and your pout immediately disappeared at the sight of Sylus’s handwriting. You ripped it open with renewed enthusiasm, adjusting yourself straighter in your seat as you read the words on the paper.

My love

Your heart fluttered at the writing all over again, as if it were the first time he called you that.

I am so happy to hear that you are keeping yourself busy in my absence. I was half-afraid that you would be so worried for me that you might take off in the middle of the night to find me.

You laughed under your breath. You had been fantasising about doing exactly that.

I would like you to rest assured that your brother and I are getting along splendidly. There’s nothing like a few brawls and some nights in a dingy inn to set aside our differences.

We have successfully cleared four different caves and bandit camps together, although we’ve found no proof of who sent them yet. I have to say, though, you Soleners even give your caves magical, fairytale-like names. The Fairy Ring. The Crystal Deep. The Whispering Cave. Fascinating. In the north, we normally call them something like the Devil’s Backside, and call it a day.

You smiled at his musings. He was as intrigued by your customs as you were by his. You wondered whether Sebastian would argue against their newfangled friendship, though.

I dreamt of you last night. We were at the Onyx Keep. Wintertime must be making me think of Onychinus.

It was nighttime in my dream. We were standing on my bedroom balcony, watching the snow fall around us. You said you had never seen this much snow before. I drew a little cat in the snow, like so…

You lowered your eyes, smiling at the crude drawing of a cat. Its head was round and chubby, with a mischievous smile on its face.

You pouted and complained that it should have been a leopard instead. Then you offered to clear the snow from my hair, and when I leaned in, you stuffed more snow down my neck.

The last thing I remember before waking up was your laughter. I miss the sound of it. I wish I had recorded your voice in a music box so I could listen to it here.

But as I lay in bed at night, I can’t help but wonder–do you dream of me, too?

They say that soulmates share their dreams. If I happen to wander into yours, please don’t chase me away. I’m beginning to think that stealing a few hours with you each night would be the only way to survive this separation.

You sighed, gazing wistfully at the letter. You thought I would run off after you, you thought with a quiet giggle. But look at you… pining.

You pressed the letter to your chest and wiggled in your seat, imagining Sylus tossing and turning at night, thinking about you. You hastily cleared room on your desk and rummaged through a drawer, pulling out your writing supplies.

Of course I wouldn’t just sit around and wallow in misery…

You scribbled with a grin.

…but I do miss you every day. You must hurry and return soon – so that I can show you just how much I’ve missed you.

Has Sebastian told you the legend of the Fairy Ring? If a fairy tries to lure you deeper inside, you must not–

Your pen stuttered to a stop. You took Sylus’s letter again, gazing at the list of caves. You stood up slowly and walked over to your map. Dragging a finger up and west from Willowby, you located a small cave symbol on the map. The Fairy Ring was a well-known landmark; you were certain that was the one. You picked up a charcoal pencil from a desk nearby and circled it. Following the marking of the mountains, you found the other two caves, drawing a line between them. Further west was a fourth, and you placed a question mark over it. Was this the fourth camp that Sylus mentioned? Then, tracing your way back to Willowby, you circled an area known to be the Belrose estate.

There had to be a missing puzzle piece connecting all these locations. But you still couldn’t see it. I need more information. Setting your letter down, you began to rummage through a pot full of rolled-up maps.

Topological Overview of Solen

Natural Resources

Capital City And Surrounding Areas

Lordships and Administration of Solen

“Oh!” You whispered to yourself, pulling out the map. Pinning it next to your own, you compared the south-western regions.

“Lordship of Belrose,” you muttered as you followed the outlines, drawing them over your map. It encompassed all of Lady Alice’s estates, Willowby, and–you realised with a bated breath–most attack hotspots.

Then you inspected your new map, searching for who resided west of Lady Alice. Your eyes landed on Lordship of Hawthorne. Another winemaker lord. As you traced his lordship’s borders, you strained your memory for what you knew of him. You had always found him unpleasant, so you had never paid him much mind, personally. While he certainly couldn’t boast of being a king’s favourite, his vineyard did well. Well enough to gain significant wealth and expand his vineyards dramatically over the past summer.

With the back of your pencil, you traced the main trade route through Lord Hawthorne’s lands, into Lady Belrose’s, and south towards the border. Your eyes lingered on the Stara River, tracking your steps back up the river leading from Belrose and through Hawthorne. Looking over at the administrative map, you noticed a red line where the main road crossed the river. Pulling the corner closer, you inspected the legend–your eyes landing on the red symbol.

Toll bridge.

“Huh…” you muttered. “A traveller checkpoint.”

You placed your pencil across the checkpoint, separating the area into two sections and revealing a glaring distinction. All roads further into Hawthorne’s estate seemed safe, while past the checkpoint, the attacks began. Your eyes went wide in surprise.

Then a thought struck you. Every merchant was required to declare their goods and pay a toll when passing this checkpoint. Your breath caught. Hawthorne’s guards would know exactly who was on the move… and when. Thinking back to Lady Alice’s words, travellers were intercepted regardless of whether they changed their routes and travel times. It would seem impossible, unless they all passed through the same checkpoint first.

You took a shaky breath, trying not to get ahead of yourself.

You considered the possibility that one or more of Hawthorne’s guards were conspiring with the attackers. They could leak information, the bandits would attack, then share the spoils. Or somebody with access to toll records could be involved.

Could Lord Hawthorne himself be protecting them?

You shuddered at the thought. If he did, this would be way beyond you.

Chewing on your lip, you ran back to your desk, flipping open your log book. Standing hunched over the pages, you traced the table with names and occupations of all victims.

Independent merchant.

Aster family.

Fish merchants.

Belrose family.

Crown.

Belrose family.

You turned a page.

Wool trader.

Independent merchant.

Crown.

Valesse family.

Independent merchant.

Flipping through more and more pages, a realisation dawned on you. All nearby noblemen had reported losses over the past month. All except Hawthorne. Why wasn’t he suffering? Perhaps the bandits simply did not dare venture past the bridge, knowing it would be heavily guarded.

No.

That didn’t explain how the attackers knew exactly when to intercept merchants. A leak within Hawthorne’s lordship was becoming more and more likely. If this was true, every hour Sylus spent clearing another cave was another hour the real culprit remained hidden.

I need to tell Sylus everything.

You pulled out a pair of scissors from your drawers and walked up to your map. For a moment you hesitated, looking around, considering tracing the map instead. Eh… there's no time. Caine can buy another. Holding the lower left corner, you carefully cut out a square of your entire south-western region. Placing it on your desk, you looked sadly at your unfinished letter.

“I’m sorry, Sylus.” You set the paper aside. “I will write sweet nothings to you next time.”

Then you dipped your pen in ink and began to write a new letter.

Once you had finished writing all of your findings, you sat back in your chair, staring at the fat envelope. It was sealed with wax and wrapped up in twine like a Winter Festival gift.

“It’s all well and good that I wrote this,” you said. “But how will I get it to him?”

You thought of handing it to your messenger. He was a loyal man, worthy to be entrusted with their whereabouts. But a thought nagged at the back of your mind. What if your messenger was attacked on the way, and the letter was stolen? If this was true, and an enemy saw the letter, it would endanger Sylus, your brother and Lady Alice. Someone reliable and strong was needed. Briefly, you thought about Prince Xavier or Prince Kaylen. You shook your head. There was no way a prince would ride a horse for hours to deliver a letter. You had no proof anyway; would they consider it that important?

Brushing your fingers through your ponytail, you felt the red ribbon that Sylus had gifted you at the night fair. Twirling the ribbon absent-mindedly in your fingers, you wondered whether Doctor Zayne could find someone. The easiest solution was to ask Caine but… for some reason, you wanted to do it yourself. With a little pang in your chest, you wondered whether that was foolish and prideful.

A Sun Guard would surely deliver it safely. But would it not be obvious if one of your royal guards dashed south on a horse?

Who, then? You struggled to think of someone strong, reliable and inconspicuous.

The feel of your silk ribbon brought you back to the image of Erin handing hers to Sir Caleb at the jousts. The memory made you smile to yourself, filling you with nostalgia. It was bittersweet now, knowing you could never go back to that time. To your puppy love for your sworn guard, to Erin blushing at Sir Caleb’s display.

Sir Caleb. He was strong and fast. People said he could ride like the wind, as if he had wings on his back. You bit your lip. But was he trustworthy? Surely he would not betray you if he had affections for Erin.

You placed your palms on your chair’s armrests, lifting yourself and wincing at how stiff you’d become in your seat. Even with a cushion beneath you, your backside ached. Crossing the room, you swung open the door of your study abruptly, making your pair of guards stiffen and stand at attention.

“I have a task for you,” you spoke to them, eyes flitting between the two. “I need one of you to search for Sir Caleb, please.”

Your guards shared an uncertain look. “Apologies, Your Highness,” one answered gingerly. “Who is Sir Caleb?”

“Of the Xia Orchard,” you answered plainly. Their expressions remained blank. “Sir Apples?” You offered with a sigh.

Understanding washed over their faces. “I’ll fetch him, my lady,” one answered, stepping toward you.

“Please bring him to me as soon as possible,” you instructed. “And be discreet.”

“Yes, my lady.” He answered with a bow and turned on his heel, his heavy steps echoing down the long hall.

Several hours had passed since your guard had departed. Still glued to your desk, you waited anxiously, wondering whether he couldn’t find Sir Caleb, or whether the apple knight had refused to see you. You hoped that wasn’t the case.

Then a knock came to your door.

“Come in!” You called out, adjusting yourself in your seat.

The door opened, and Sir Caleb walked in. He approached your desk and dropped to one knee. “Your Highness,” he said politely, keeping his gaze low.

“Y-yes. Hi. Hello.” You stammered, wincing inwardly and wanting to slap yourself for your awkwardness. Unsure why you were so nervous, you cleared your throat, trying to recover. “Sit, please.”

Sir Caleb rose and took a seat across from you, worry etched all over his face. He was dressed in a nice, elegant outfit, and it was clear that he had been in the middle of something when your guard had found him and dragged him away. Oddly, it gave you relief seeing that he was more nervous than you. He waited for you to speak.

“I have a request to make of you.” You began, putting in your best effort to sound regal. “For a very sensitive issue.”

Sir Caleb’s face relaxed, and you wondered whether he had been expecting some sort of reprimand. Hmm, what for? You thought with amusement, fighting the urge to smile.

“What can I do for you, my lady?” He asked, the curiosity showing on his face.

“My brother and my fiancé are… away.” You explained, and his eyebrows rose a fraction in surprise. “I need someone to deliver an urgent message, and I need them to be fast and discreet.”

“You can count on me, Your Highness.” Caleb’s answer was immediate, placing a hand over his chest. “How far do you need me to ride?”

Doubting your plan, you hesitated, chewing on your lip for a short moment. Please don’t refuse.

“Willowby,” you finally answered.

Sir Caleb looked confused, questions visibly churning in his head. “What message do you need me to take?”

Opening your desk drawer, you pulled out the thick envelope and slid it across the desk. “It is very important that nobody other than my brother or Prince Sylus gets hold of this package.” You explained. “Would you do this for me?”

“I swear to you, my lady.” Sir Caleb declared, his voice firm as he reached for the parcel. “Nobody else will lay eyes on it.”

“You also cannot tell anyone that you’re meeting them.” You instructed. “No one can know that they’re there.”

“Yes, my lady.” He nodded. “And where in Willowby will I find them?”

This was what you were worried about. “All I know is that they’re staying at an inn.” You pursed your lips. “One described as dingy, with straw beds.”

“Not a problem, my lady.” He seemed unfazed. “I will find them.”

His confidence brought you relief, and you smiled. “Thank you, Sir Caleb. I promise I will reward you generously upon your return.” You reached into your desk drawers again, rummaging for your purse. “And of course, for your travel costs–”

“About this, my lady…” Sir Caleb’s voice came a little sheepish, making you pause and glance back at him. “I don’t require any gold. But I have one reward I would like to request.”

“Yes?” Your eyebrows rose at the sudden shift in his demeanour.

“May I ask..." He shifted in his seat. “Once Prince Sylus returns, do you plan to move to Onychinus with him?”

His question stunned you for a moment, and you blinked at him. “Yes, I will be going north.” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought.

“In that case, my lady,” he looked at you earnestly, his fists balling in his lap. “Please allow me to escort you north as your guard.”

You did not expect that sort of request. It left you at a loss for words for a moment. “You wish to be my sworn guard?”

“No, my lady.” He shook his head. “I would rather not swear such vows. But I would like to follow you north.”

“This is all that you want?” You narrowed your eyes at the knight. “I may not return here.”

“This is all the reward I need, my lady.” He answered firmly. Humming in thought, you eyed the man in front of you as you crossed your arms. You were starting to see the real intent behind his request.

“I will do you one better.” You offered with a knowing smile, as Sir Caleb perked up in his seat. “You may join me in Onychinus. And I will promise you that, if one day you require my blessing to marry a certain maid, you will have it.”

Sir Caleb’s eyes widened a fraction. “Thank you, Your Highness.” He answered, and quickly rose from his seat, tucking the envelope into his coat’s inner pocket. “I will leave at once.”

“One more thing, Sir Caleb.” You rose with him and walked around the desk. “You must avoid Lord Hawthorne’s men, and any of their checkpoints.”

He nodded firmly, and you walked with him out of your study, where your guards stood watch.

“Provide Sir Caleb with anything he needs.” You turned to one of the knights. “And let him choose a horse from the stables.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the guard answered swiftly and stepped towards Sir Caleb.

“Safe travels,” you offered Sir Caleb one last smile. After a deep bow, he turned and went on his way.

You watched him walk in silence with your knight, holding your breath, half expecting something to go wrong. Then, once they turned a corner, you let out a deep, long breath and staggered one step back, leaning into the door frame.

Please don’t let this be a mistake.

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You settled onto Sylus’s lap on the large leather couch. Resting back on his elbows, his eyes travelled shamelessly down your body.

“I knew this dress would suit you,” he muttered, his fingers reaching for your bare knee. The floor-length silken dress that he had presented you with earlier that night now sat gathered around your thighs.

“You love playing dress-up with me, don’t you?” You leaned down, slowly dragging your palms up his abs, over his chest, and up to the collar of his shirt. “Matching with me,” you whispered as you hovered over his face, your breaths mingling, almost close enough to kiss. “Showing them who I belong to.” You could feel his heart thrumming under your fingertips.

He inhaled through his teeth, his hand squeezing your thigh. “Almost as much as I love undressing you,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his in a fervent kiss. He responded just as hungrily, his hand travelling up your thigh to grip your hip. “You look gorgeous,” he muttered between kisses. “Mm… it sits perfectly on you…” His voice came out shaky, his palm sliding down your thigh again and slipping under your dress. “It’s almost as if you’re not wearing any…” He cut himself off, his eyes widening in surprise as he felt the bare skin of your hip.

You smirked at his realisation and bit his lower lip, pulling it gently with your teeth. Then you shifted and pressed your bare core over his lap. Sylus groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. You could feel his cock hardening, straining against his trousers. You bucked your hips slowly, sighing into his lips. Sylus’s free hand moved to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. Your lips met again, and his tongue danced with yours, easily dominating the kiss as you focused on your own pleasure. Holding onto him for purchase, you began to move faster, your pussy gliding over the smooth fabric of his trousers, leaving a wet spot in your wake.

Sylus broke the kiss, your lips parting with a wet smack. “That’s it, sweetie,” he whispered. “Use me...” He took a sharp breath, then kissed you again, deep and messy. “Use me to make yourself cum.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as pleasure built inside you, your soft mewls filling the room. Your hips were moving on their own, your slick core gliding over his hard cock, the ridges of the fabric intensifying the feeling. Sylus watched your face, his crimson eyes dark and intense, his lips slightly parted as he panted softly beneath you. As you got closer, your thighs began to shake, making you lose your pace. “Sylus… ah…” You gasped. “I can’t…” Your eyebrows scrunched in frustration as you tried to chase your climax.

A low, breathy chuckle escaped him. “It's okay, kitten…” he drawled, his voice velvet-soft with false sympathy, both of his hands holding your hips firmly. He began to slowly thrust from below, matching your pace, meeting you halfway. You pressed your forehead to his and clung to his shirt as you let him take over and guide your hips. The steady rhythm of his clothed cock driving again and again into your sensitive clit became too much, and with a choked moan, you let your orgasm crash over you in waves. Sylus stared up at you, drinking in your moans and gasps.

When your pleasure subsided, your body went limp, slumping against his chest, and he stilled. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, trying to steady your breathing. His hands left your hips and his arms wrapped around you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “Well done, sweetie,” his voice vibrated softly against your cheek.

You felt him shift beneath you, bringing his lips right to your ear.

“Ready for more?”

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All in a Knight’s Work

Chapter 23

Summary: No more wallowing. You have work to do.

Relevant tags: Sylus x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Royal AU, Secret Relationships, Knights, Princes and Princesses, First Love

Chapter 1

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“And this area here.” Lady Jade rapped the map with her wooden pointer. “Is the Frostlands. A vast, uninhabited, frozen wasteland. And Queen Vaelia is very interested in it.”

You dunked your pen in ink and quickly scribbled your notes as she spoke. “Why would she be interested in it? There’s hardly anything on the map.”

“Because,” Lady Jade adjusted her glasses. “She thinks there may be treasures or ore underneath all that ice. She offers pay to any adventurers willing to explore it and map it.”

“She seems very enterprising,” you mused, gently biting your fountain pen. “What is she like?”

The question you truly wanted to ask was: Is she difficult to impress? King Aylus was starting to seem less intimidating, and more… agreeable, the more you learned about him. But the queen was still very much a mystery to you.

“How shall I say this?” Lady Jade paused, crossing her arms. “King Aylus is known to leave a lot of the ruling in her hands.”

“But it is the king who comes from the Qin family, is he not?” You tilted your head.

“Yes, but…” Lady Jade sighed, “We’re getting off topic; we’re discussing Onychinus’s geography today.”

“No, please!” You leaned forward, dropping your pen. You were far more intrigued by Sylus’s family than by mountains and rivers. “Tell me more about them.”

Lady Jade looked conflicted for a moment, then sighed.

“Alright.” She gave in, knowing you would not focus on your studies otherwise. “King Aylus was not…” she paused, looking for the right words. “...meant to rule at all.”

“Oh!” You picked up your pen, but she raised her hand in protest.

“Don’t write any of this down.” She warned, and you dropped the pen immediately. “This is not a part that will go into the history books.”

You sat still, eager to hear more.

“King Aylus is the old king’s nephew,” she began, taking a seat opposite you. “Despite having no legitimate heirs of his own, it is widely known that the king did not favour Aylus. He was never in line to inherit Onychinus.”

“He overthrew the old king, didn’t he?” You knew that much. “His uncle was a tyrant. With our support, he rallied the nobles of Onychinus, took the crown for himself and started a new age of prosperity for Onychinus.” You recited the story, as it had been taught to all children.

“Well, yes.” She shifted in her seat. “That is the official story that will go on record. And it is true, the old king was as stupid as he was cruel. But that’s not why Aylus overthrew him.”

“Then why?”

“Queen Vaelia,” Lady Jade’s tone was flat, matter-of-fact. “In his youth, Aylus spent several years in her family’s duchy. According to rumours, they fell in love and wanted to marry. But her family had other plans for her. She is meant to be queen, they said, not just some lady.”

You listened without interrupting, your heart thrumming with every word.

“So, they refused." She continued. "Then Aylus declared to them that he would make her queen, if that’s what they wanted.”

You blinked at her, struggling to comprehend. “And that’s why he started a rebellion? All for Vaelia?”

“Indeed.” Lady Jade smiled. “Like father, like son, don’t you think?”

You flushed at her words, heat creeping up your neck.

“There’s another part to the story that will likely be forgotten once we’re no longer here.” She continued. “How did King Aylus manage to raise an army? Why did so many nobles join his cause? And where did all this gold come from?” She raised her hands, adding drama to her tale.

“Because…” you muttered, already expecting this would be the wrong answer. “Everyone hated the incompetent king?”

Lady Jade shook her head.

“No one has ever proved it, but many believe that Vaelia’s family supported him in secret.” She said, her voice quiet. “They claimed to be neutral, that it was not their conflict. But they wanted her to be queen, no? So, allegedly they gave him a push. Gold. Whispers in the right ears. And then he found himself here,” she motioned around her. “Training with your father.”

You sat back into your seat, stunned. “All this,” you whispered, astonished. “To make Vaelia a queen? He gifted her a kingdom.”

And not just any kingdom, you thought as you stared at the map before you. The expanse of Onychinus dwarfed every kingdom on the map, Philos being the only power on the continent that still matched their might.

“It was the only way.” Lady Jade shrugged. “Luckily for the people of Onychinus, Vaelia is much wiser than his uncle.”

“Do you think Prince Kaylen would tell me more about her?” There was so much more you wanted to ask, but you worried whether it would offend the prince. The mere suggestion that his family schemed in this way could anger him, whether it was true or not.

“I don’t see why not.” Lady Jade pulled you out of your thoughts. She grabbed the armrests and rose from her seat with a huff. “Alright. I’m going to show you where they make their gold. Grab your pen; you’re going to memorise every single mine.”

You groaned and picked up your pen again, dipping it in ink.

Marcia’s Emerald Mine.

Crow’s Hollow.

The Devil’s Eyes, a ruby mine.

Then the mines along the Old Mountains, starting with Nestor’s Mine, then The Sleeping Giant’s Cave, The Black Maw Mine…

And er…Vrana’s… something? Bird Cave? No…

Should I try to learn them in alphabetical order instead? It may be easier…

You walked the grand palace halls, reciting as many landmark names as you could remember under your breath, while your two gargoyles followed close behind. But despite your best efforts, you still found Sylus’s family much more interesting than their gold mines. From the way your family and the Qin princes spoke of them, King Aylus came across as fierce, driven and fearless. Passionate, almost to a fault, you thought. But you hadn’t learned very much about Queen Vaelia yet. If Prince Kaylen truly took after her, you feared that she would be more difficult to win over.

They all seem so extraordinary. Maybe I’m not doing enough. But how could I ever…

Lost in thought, you turned a corner and came upon two butlers. They were perched atop ladders, holding a large, heavy painting between them.

“Hmm, higher…” Your brother Caine stood below them, a stack of papers pressed to his chest.

The butlers hoisted it higher, as he hummed and tapped his chin with a finger. “A little higher…”

Then he noticed you, and his face lit up - or as much as it could, considering his injuries. He still wore a splint on his nose, the bruising now fading from purple to green, brown and yellow, spreading under his eyes like dark circles.

“What are you doing?” You stood beside him, gazing up at the painting.

“Sebastian received this piece from Master Rafayel as a wedding gift.” He explained, his voice still slightly nasal. “I’ve finally found a suitable place for it. The windows behind us will ensure it’s well lit.”

“Is this good, Your Highness?” One of the butlers managed with a grunt, his voice strained as they struggled to hold the large canvas steady.

“Ah, yes. That’s fine,” Caine called out. “Make sure that the oval painting above is lined up with the centre.”

The butlers carefully lowered the painting and began preparing the wall. You studied it as they worked - it depicted a turbulent sea, its waves violently rolling and crashing against jagged cliffs. The sky was red and angry, its colour bleeding into the foaming water below. On the cliff stood the figure of a woman with long, dark hair, gazing out into the storm without a hint of fear. You couldn’t explain why, but the painting gave you an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. Something about it unsettled you.

“Do you think Lemuria has red seas, then?” You tilted your head.

“I don’t think so.” Your brother muttered. “But the Lemurians speak of a pink beach.”

“A pink beach?!” You gasped, linking your arm with his. “I don’t believe that! You’re making it up!”

Caine laughed, the movement making a few papers slip from his grasp. You bent down to help him collect them from the floor. You picked up a piece of paper, noticing it was a letter.

…I humbly implore your assistance in recovering my losses…

“What is this?” You asked, still scanning the letter. “It looks like a petition.”

“That’s exactly what it is.” The prince sighed. “I’m cataloguing all letters of complaint, petitions and suspicious activities from the south,” he explained, as you handed him the letter, adding it to his stack.

“Are you looking for clues to help Sylus and Sebastian?” You eyed the papers, suddenly very curious to read them.

“That’s right,” Caine said with a warm smile.

You bit your lip, an idea coming to you. “Can I help?”

Caine’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Are you sure?” He leaned into you, lowering his voice. “You may find some, er… distressing details in those letters.”

Irritation prickled under your skin, and you exhaled sharply through your nose. “I am more than capable of reading distressing details!” You held your chin high, crossing your arms.

“It’s long, tedious work.” He looked unconvinced that you were up to it.

“Yes, but…” You lowered your gaze, feeling ashamed of the words that you were about to say. “They’re risking their lives out there. I want to help them, rather than sit here useless and wallow in self-pity.”

Caine pursed his lips, visibly beginning to waver as your pleading eyes seemed to strike him right through the heart.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Caine exhaled, defeated, and shook his head with a warm, placating smile. “Follow me.” He motioned for you as he turned on his heel.

The smile quickly returned to your face, and you took off after him, leaving the butlers behind to finish their task. Caine led you to a study and placed the stack of papers on the desk… atop a much larger pile. The desk was positively overflowing with paperwork.

“These are all complaints from the south?” Your eyes went wide as saucers, making Caine chuckle.

“No.” He shook his head. “This is every single letter that we received this past month.” He walked up behind you and gently pushed you forward by your shoulders. “Your first task…” He continued, sitting you down on the leather desk chair, “is to sort any relevant letters from the rest.” You looked up to find your brother smiling brightly down at you, looking too pleased to leave this task to you.

“That sounds easy enough…” You said with an awkward laugh.

“Letters bearing a royal stamp have already been actioned by palace officials. You can set them aside for archiving.” He patted your shoulder reassuringly. “Anything irrelevant that still hasn’t been seen to, you can hand back to Lord Aster. He’ll find someone else to deal with it.”

“And anything relevant to our issue?” You asked, a little nervous to hear his answer.

Caine tapped a log book that lay closed among the piles of letters. “You must record every detail that stands out to you. Names, locations, complaint details. Follow my notes or do it your own way.”

You reached over and gingerly opened the large log book. You flipped through the pages, skimming your brother’s handwriting. You found pieces of information neatly arranged into rows and columns. Then you slammed the book closed decisively and turned to him, excitement already brimming in your chest. “Leave it to me, brother!” You beamed at him. “You go focus on your princely duties and broken nose!”

Caine laughed at first, instinctively touching the splint on his nose. Then he regarded you thoughtfully for a moment, as though weighing your words. Finally, he nodded. “I will have the incoming post delivered to you, then.”

As Caine made his way to the door, you dragged your chair closer to the desk and rolled your sleeves up, eager to begin your work. “I will leave you to it, before you change your mind,” he said, quick to make his escape.

“C-Caine!” You called to him before he could close the door behind him. He looked back at you over his shoulder. “Thank you for trusting me. I won’t disappoint you!” You said, a little flustered.

“Of course.” He gave you a warm smile, then eyed the mountain of paperwork. “Don’t curse me later if you regret this.”

You peeked at him over the stacks of letters. “I might do.”

For a brief moment, neither of you spoke. Then laughter filled the room.

“Call for me if you need assistance.” Caine shook his head as he turned to leave.

You nodded vigorously, and he closed the door behind him, leaving you in silence with your mounds of paper. You stared at the letters and still-sealed envelopes scattered before you, unable to hide the awe on your face.

For the first time since Sylus had ridden through the palace gates, the waiting no longer seemed so daunting.

I have a job.

A real job.

[ladycheesington]

All in a Knight’s Work

Chapter 22

Summary: Sylus leaves for his mission, and you don't know what to do with yourself.

Relevant tags: Sylus x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Royal AU, Secret Relationships, Knights, Princes and Princesses, First Love

Chapter 1

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You stood in the palace courtyard, wrapped in a warm shawl, watching the men around you ready their horses. Sylus wore a black outfit - all wool and leather, something that looked like his men had brought from up north. You watched him attach his swords to his belt, his brow furrowed as he fiddled with the straps. Nearby, Sebastian was helping a knight finish loading supplies onto a cart.

There were surprisingly few men and horses out. There wasn’t an army. No crowds gathered to send them off with fanfare and celebration. Instead, they were leaving before sunrise, slipping away while the palace and capital still slept. You recognised the red-haired twins and a few other men from Prince Kaylen’s entourage, all wearing plain, black armour.

Sylus glanced over his shoulder and caught you watching him from the steps. He crossed the courtyard slowly and stood before you, a forced smile on his face. Noticing the small clouds of your breath in the cold morning air, he reached up and pulled your shawl tighter around you. His hands found your shoulders, his thumbs stroking you gently. You stood in silence for a long moment, neither of you knowing what to say. He sighed and pulled you into his chest, resting his chin on top of your head. You burrowed into his embrace, sniffling lightly. It’s only the cold, you told yourself.

“Send a messenger as soon as you settle in Willowby,” you muttered into his chest. “I want to know everything.”

“Mmhm.” His arms tightened around you. “I promise you, the messengers won’t get a moment’s rest.”

You wrapped your arms around him, imagining climbing into the cart and setting off with him. By the time they found you hidden in their supplies, you reckoned, it would be too late to turn back.

“Why are there so few of you?”

“More will join us as we pass through the capital.”

You sighed and fell silent again, melting into his arms, trying to squeeze every second you had with him.

“Please be safe.” Your voice cracked. “No showing off, and no taking risks.”

“I promise to be careful,” he whispered above you. “I’ll come back before you know it.”

“And you must eat well, and–”

A flash of white caught your eye, halting your words, and you pulled away from Sylus, glancing toward the palace steps. Lady Celia ran down the steps and threw herself at Sebastian. He caught her, lifting her into the air, and she clung to his shoulders, hiccuping and sobbing words that you couldn’t make out. Not wanting to stare, you took Sylus’s hands, lowering your eyes.

“See?” He said softly, and you looked up to find him gazing down at you with a sad smile. “Could be worse. At least they’re not interrupting our honeymoon.”

“If we get to have one at all…” You mumbled, your eyes stinging with tears.

“I’ll make sure that we do. It’ll be the honeymoon of your dreams.” He squeezed your hands. “I swear to you.”

“You’re making a lot of promises.”

“And I’ll keep every single one.” He answered without a hint of hesitation, and you cracked a small smile through your tears. With a sigh, you reached into the neckline of your dress and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to him. He held it to his face with a small smile, closing his eyes for a moment. “It smells like your perfume.”

“And when it fades, it means it’s time to return,” you said, dabbing your eyes with your sleeve.

“I’ll treasure it,” he murmured, folding it carefully and placing it into his coat’s inner pocket.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, letting them linger for a moment before pulling back. You whined and chased his lips, grabbing onto his coat and pulling him back toward you for another kiss. You squeezed so tight your knuckles turned white. When you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling together in the cold morning air. He looked toward the horizon, frowning at the pink and orange rays bleeding into the sky.

“It’s time to go,” he whispered, reluctant to move despite his words.

You gripped the fabric of his coat harder, your voice coming out small and weak. “Not yet.”

Gods, you sound pathetic, you thought as your vision blurred again.

Sylus cradled your face in his hands and pressed one last, tender kiss to your lips, like he was trying to imprint the feel of them into his memory. When he pulled back, your hand shot out, catching his before he could step away. For a breath, he held on, his fingers curling around yours. Then slowly, reluctantly, he stepped away from you, his hand slipping from yours. He turned and headed towards his horse, pulling his gloves on as he went. He climbed onto his horse, and set off without looking back. One by one, his men followed after him. With one last kiss to his wife’s lips, Sebastian peeled himself off her, and hopped on his horse, galloping to catch up with Sylus.

Lady Celia approached you and stood at your side, eyes puffy and red with tears, as you watched them ride off in silence. In the distance, you caught Sylus leaning toward Sebastian to say something, who seemed to bristle like an angry cat and hissed something back, gripping the reins tight. Sylus laughed in response as they rode on.

“See? They’re getting along already.” You linked your arm with hers. She laughed weakly, dabbing her tears with her sleeves. Watching Celia desperately try to hold it together made you remember Sylus’s words.

At least they’re not interrupting our honeymoon.

You felt an odd sense of comfort by the thought that you weren’t the only one going through this. Sebastian and Celia had their own story, and the knights and henchmen were likely sent off with similar farewells.

“I’m so sorry.” She sniffled beside you. “I’m such a crybaby.”

“Look at me, I’m just as bad.” You said with a small laugh, wiping your own tears. You watched the great castle gates close shut, the men disappearing behind them.

A chill went through you, making you shiver.

“Let’s get inside, then,” you squeezed Celia’s arm. “Before everyone sees us blubbering.”

Once you were inside, you managed to keep a straight face until you reached your bedroom. As soon as the guard closed the door, you flopped onto your bed with a heavy sigh, kicking off your shoes. You grabbed a pillow and hugged it close, curling your body into it. You could still feel his touch, his warmth on you. You pressed your face into your pillow, letting it muffle your sobs and soak up your tears.

Your thoughts wandered back to the last time you cried like this in your bed, when Sir Godwyn had retired.

All of my guards seem to leave me behind like this. You laughed bitterly at yourself. I’m never taking a sworn guard again.

Except the first time you’d been crying over losing your glorified babysitter, as the servants called him. This time, you were crying over your fiancé.

Eventually the fatigue from your sleepless night caught up with you, and you succumbed to the warmth of your bed.

You woke up to a soft knock on your door. Wiping your face with a hand, you pushed yourself up, confused and disoriented. When you peeled your eyes open, they felt dry and tender, the feeling making you wince. You couldn’t tell how long you’d slept, or what time of day it was. You instinctively patted the bed beside you, reaching for Sylus, and then you remembered. He was gone.

“Come in,” you called out, your voice thick with sleep. After some rustling on the other side of the door, Erin entered, carrying a tray of food.

“Your Highness.” She placed the tray down and sat beside you, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Do you want to talk?”

Ugh, do I look that pitiful? You thought, seeing the look in her eyes. You placed your hand on top of hers.

“Thank you, Erin. For now…” You tried to give her your best reassuring smile. “I’d prefer a distraction.”

“Yes, my lady,” she said, deciding not to press. “How about a bath and some food? I made your favourite."

“You’re a star.” You patted her hand gently before letting go.

The rest of your day passed in a daze. Erin told you various stories and gossip from around the palace as you soaked in your bath. You listened for the most part, but your mind kept drifting to Sylus, to his mission, and the danger he was walking into. You wondered whether he had already reached Willowby.

“Sir Caleb says his family has acquired apple seeds from a faraway kingdom,” Erin said, as she patted your hair dry with a soft towel.

“I wonder if they taste good.” You leaned your head back into her hands.

“I don’t know about that. But he says that they’re supposed to bloom into lovely pink blossoms in spring.”

“They sound beautiful,” you muttered absentmindedly. “He’s trying to impress you.”

As Erin protested behind you, your mind drifted to Celia. You wondered if she had made any friends at the palace yet.

“Erin.” You looked at her in the mirror. “Would you please invite Madeleine and Eleanor to dinner?”

“That’s a great idea, my lady.” Erin seemed genuinely pleased as she reached for your hairbrush.

“And…” You paused. “Please invite Lady Celia, too.”

When you first ventured out of your room that day, you discovered that you had not one, but two guards. You stared at them for a moment. They stood, expressionless, at each side of your door like a pair of gargoyles.

Father, you sighed. He really meant it when he said I’m not going anywhere.

Then a second day came without your Sylus.

And a third.

Then a fourth.

It felt so… odd, not having him around. It didn’t feel right spending your days without him leaning against a wall, humming a tune, pulling out some blade from god-knows-where and inspecting it. Your new guards were twice as many, yet twice as quiet. Most of all, you missed the banter. The way he teased you. Not even Maddie dared say half the things he said. On a few occasions, out of pure habit, you turned to your guards for comment, and all you received was a hesitant “yes, my lady” or “no, my lady”. The awkward silence afterwards felt so wrong. Your family checked on you often, with hugs, words of comfort and encouragement, and eyes full of pity.

Anxiety crept up on you each day that you’d received no word from Sylus. Willowby wasn’t that far, and the roads were decent. Your mind raced with scenarios of what could have delayed his letter.

They were ambushed by bandits.

He’s been injured.

The messenger was attacked.

“Argh, you’re ruminating again!” You spoke to the quiet library, slapping your hands onto your cheeks. “His mission is more important than belly-gazing and writing lovesick letters!”

Your words brought a sudden realisation. Sylus couldn't afford to lie down and feel sorry for himself, and neither should you. He was working for your future. You ought to do the same.

But what do I do?

You looked down at books spread out on the desk before you. The Intricacies of Statecraft by Magister Thaddeus lay open. It was a book so tedious that a palace official had allegedly set fire to his own beard out of frustration. You slapped it closed and pushed it away.

What’s the point of studying this? Neither Sylus nor I will be inheriting any thrones. I’d be better off learning about Onychinus.

You paused. That was an idea. It wouldn’t do to arrive in Onychinus ignorant of their customs, traditions, and history. You only knew as much as anyone did, which wasn’t nearly enough if you were going to be marrying their prince. You had your tutor, and you had Prince Kaylen; they were plenty enough to prepare you.

“No more dodging Lady Jade.” You declared, slapping your hands on the desk and standing up from your seat, ready to hunt down your tutor.

Then the library doors swung open, making you jump.

“My lady!” Erin barged in, waving a stack of papers. “The messenger’s here.”

You gasped, beaming at her. She hurried over to you, and you took the letters, heart thrumming in your chest. You threw yourself back in your seat and opened the first one you saw, ripping the envelope.

Dear Sister,

Oh. It was your brother.

I thought you should know that all is well. Everything is going according to plan, so please do not worry.

You relaxed back into your seat, flooded with relief. You felt like a weight you’d been carrying for days had finally lifted.

However.

That fiancé of yours is one royal pain up my backside. He is near impossible to work with. Every hour he tests my patience. He is arrogant. He is aggravating, and I believe he does it on purpose. How do you tolerate him, dear sister?

As soon as we arrived, he disappeared in the dead of night. One evening he returned with some scoundrel who’d been sniffing around the village. I’ve never seen a man dragged by the foot like that.

Now that he is not hiding his identity, it’s as if he’s unfettered. He can be downright terrifying, if I have to be honest. Not to me, obviously, but to others. I am glad we are not his enemies.

I must say, your taste in men is appalling.

You clutched the letter to your chest, a small giggle escaping you. “That’s my Sylus!”

“Are they well?” Erin hovered near you as you quickly read the rest of his letter.

“Yes!” You handed her Sebastian’s letter excitedly. “See for yourself!”

As Erin read your brother’s complaints, you looked at the second envelope. You peeled the seal off and pulled the letter out, suddenly feeling oddly nervous to read it.

My love,

I can imagine that you’re upset that I didn’t write sooner. We’ve had to be discreet in Willowby - it’s only a small village, and we’ve already encountered a few suspicious characters.

Unfortunately, none of them carried any proof of where their orders come from. I managed to squeeze some information, however, about a cave where bandits are supposedly hiding like rats. I hope that at least one of them will be literate enough to carry written orders.

You imagined Sylus capturing enemies and squeezing information out of them. Venturing into dark caves and clearing out bandit camps. Rescuing captured merchants. You wished you could see that side of him.

I miss you terribly. All I have is a straw bed, your handkerchief, and my memories of you to keep me going. It still smells like cherry wine - did you already know that it’s my favourite?

“Silly man.” You let out a small laugh. He was speaking as if he’d been gone for years, rather than mere days.

I can’t wait to return to you. If we’re lucky, we won’t linger here for much longer.

And once I’m back, you’ll never be rid of me again.

Love you always,

Sylus

You stared at the letter for a long time, feeling yourself become emotional again as the memory of his departure came flooding back. You wiped a stray tear with your sleeve, then folded the letter carefully and pressed it to your chest. Erin gazed down at her hands in silence, not wanting to intrude.

“I need to write to him.” You blurted out as you rose suddenly from your seat, making Erin scramble up after you. “Please make sure no messenger leaves yet.”

You looked over your finished letter one last time. Your desk was littered with bunched-up papers, all discarded for various reasons. Your handwriting wasn’t pretty enough. You misspelt a word in your excitement. You changed your mind and scribbled a few words out, then started all over again.

Noticing your bottle of perfume on your vanity, you remembered Sylus’s words.

…did you already know that it’s my favourite?

Chewing on your lip, you grabbed the bottle and spritzed your finished letter, the familiar scent of cherry and spices filling the air. Then you folded it carefully and stuffed it in an envelope. Placing the letter down, you began to write his name.

His Royal Highness Prince Sylus of Onychinus

You stared at the words as the ink dried. His full name and title still felt unreal.

Pulling your desk drawer open, you took your personal seal and inspected it. You’d received a seal of your own when you had turned thirteen, and despite its age, it still looked pristine. You rarely ever found use for it. You dripped some hot wax onto the envelope and pressed your stamp in, leaving a seal in the form of a rising sun with a blooming rose beneath.

Once you’d handed your letter to a guard, you threw yourself onto your bed, giddy with excitement. You pulled Sylus’s letter from your bedside drawer and read it again. Even his handwriting was so distinctly his. It looked a little rushed, too. You could almost see him scribbling it in some dimly lit inn room. If this had been an official military campaign, they would have travelled with their own great tents, proper beds, and all the comforts befitting princes. This mission afforded no such luxuries. You wondered whether Sebastian grumbled about it. You couldn’t imagine Sylus complaining about the lack of comforts. He always took things in stride, and if he did complain, it was usually only to make you laugh.

You hugged the letter to your chest, imagining the look on his face when he read yours. You wondered whether he was waiting for your reply, or if he was too focused on his task.

Gripping the letter tighter, you shook your head.

Sylus doesn’t sit and wait. He takes action. So must I.

[m-jelly]

The Impossible Nap

The glow of your phone screen was the only light illuminating your dark bedroom. It was well past midnight, but sleep eluded you. Your apartment felt too big, too quiet, and far too empty. For the past week, you and Xavier had been testing the waters of living together. It had been seven days of shared mornings, tangled limbs, and Xavier effortlessly falling asleep on your shoulder, your lap, or the sofa.

But the trial week was over. Xavier had gone back to his own apartment last night, and right on cue, he’d been pulled into a gruelling, long-standing mission today.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, a new message popping up.

Xavier: I’m back from the mission. Finally.

You: Welcome back! You must be exhausted. Go get some sleep! 🥱✨

Xavier: I tried. I’ve been staring at the ceiling for an hour. I can’t sleep.

You blinked at the screen. Xavier? The man who could take a nap on a literal park bench during a mid-day stroll couldn't sleep in his own bed?

You: Are you okay? Maybe try drinking some warm milk? Or listening to white noise? You need to rest, Starboy.

Xavier: I know how to rest.

Before you could type a reply asking what he meant, a soft, hesitant knock echoed from your front door.

Your heart skipped a beat. You quickly threw off your blankets, padding softly across the cold floor in your favourite fluffy pyjamas. When you opened the door, your breath hitched.

There stood Xavier. He was dressed in his softest, most comfortable casual clothes, his usually neat blonde hair a bit messy from tossing and turning. He looked defeated, his beautiful eyes heavy with exhaustion as he looked down at you.

"Xavier?" you breathed. "What are you doing here?"

"I tried. I really did," he confessed, his voice a low, raspy velvet that made your chest ache. He stepped a fraction closer, looking at you with such cute vulnerability. "But I can't sleep without you anymore. It's impossible. My apartment... it's too quiet. I need you. Can I please come in?"

Your heart melted. Instead of answering with words, you gently reached out and took his hand. His fingers were slightly cold, but they instantly warmed as you pulled him inside, closing the door against the night.

"Of course you can," you smiled softly, squeezing his hand. "You look frozen. Come on, let's wind down. I'll make us some hot chocolate, and I actually baked some cookies earlier."

Xavier let out a soft, relieved sigh, following you into the kitchen like a faithful shadow. Within a few minutes, the two of you were curled up on the living room couch, the rich aroma of chocolate and vanilla filling the air. Xavier was pressed tightly against your side, his shoulder glued to yours as he held his mug, finally looking like he could breathe again.

As you took a sip of your cocoa, you looked at him sideways, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "You know... if you're going to break into my apartment every time you have a long shift just because you miss your human pillow, maybe this is a clear sign." You nudged him playfully. "Maybe we just need to live together permanently."

Xavier froze for a fraction of a second. Slowly, he leaned forward and placed his mug on the coffee table. Before you could ask what he was doing, his fingers gently wrapped around your mug, setting it down right next to his.

The space between you vanished. Xavier leaned closer, his shadow falling over you as he caged you against the cushions. Your heart began to race, a heat flaring in your chest as his soft gaze locked onto your lips.

"You shouldn't tease me about things like that," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

He didn't give you a chance to reply. Xavier leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss that was incredibly sweet, deep, and filled with all the longing of the past twenty-four hours. You melted into him, your hands finding their way into his soft blonde hair. He pulled back just an inch, his breath warm against your skin.

"My little bunny," he whispered against your lips, a breathtakingly tender smile brushing your skin before he kissed you again, deeper this time, making your head spin.

When he finally parted from you, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with a quiet, fierce devotion. He wrapped his arms securely around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

"Can I live with you?" Xavier asked softly, his thumb tracing a soothing circle on your hip. "Your home is such a cosy burrow... and it's perfect for two bunnies in love."

You couldn't help the joyous laugh that bubbled up from your throat. "Yes, Xavier. You can live with me."

He didn't say another word. The sheer relief washed over him so quickly that within seconds of laying his head down on your lap, his breathing evened out into a deep, peaceful rhythm. The impossible nap had finally begun, and as you ran your fingers through his hair, you knew neither of you would ever have to sleep alone again.

[m-jelly]

A Boundless Will

The elevator ride up to the top floor of the EonCore Tech headquarters felt like it took an eternity. You clutched your tablet tightly against your chest, your heart racing so fast you thought you were going to pass out.

Just an hour ago, your supervisor at the Hunters Association had called you into the main office with baffling news: Chairman Valko personally requested you for a high-priority collaborative research project on Wanderer outlier data. You? A standard admin and data researcher? It didn't make any sense. But looking out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the sprawling, hyper-modern city below, reality was sinking in. You were really here.

The doors chimed open, revealing a breathtaking, sleek penthouse office.

"Ah. You’ve arrived."

A deep, rich voice cut through the quiet, and your breath hitched. Standing by a massive desk was Chairman Valko. The promotional holograms didn't do him justice. He was so tall and massive, easily 6'2", with broad shoulders that filled out his expensive, tailored suit perfectly. He wore a pair of sharp, silver-rimmed reading glasses that gave him an air of intellect.

But as he stepped closer, your eyes darted to his mouth. When he offered a faint, polite greeting, you caught a glimpse of them: slightly elongated, incredibly sharp canines on both the top and bottom rows. They were undeniably dangerous, yet oddly adorable.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Valko said, his voice smooth and velvety. He stopped just inches away from you. Up close, the sheer size of him was overwhelming, casting a warm shadow over you. He smelled incredible, like expensive cedarwood, rain, and a faint, untamed hint of something wild and electric.

Before you could stammer out a professional reply, he reached out, his large, warm hand gently engulfing yours. He didn't shake it. Instead, he bowed his head slightly, lifting your knuckles to his lips.

But the moment his lips brushed your skin, he paused.

You watched in confusion as his eyelids fluttered. Valko closed his eyes, tilting his head just a little, and took a deep breath, openly sniffing the pulse point at your wrist. His chest expanded, a low, rumbling sound vibrating deep within his throat, like a lock clicking into place.

The sensation of his warm breath and his sharp nose tickling your skin was too much. A small giggle bubbled out of you.

Valko’s eyes snapped open. The cool, detached demeanour of a billionaire CEO cracked. A breathtaking cheeky smile spread across his face, his sharp fangs fully on display. To him, your giggle was the most beautiful music he had ever heard. The instinct inside him howled with absolute certainty: Found you. Mate.

"My apologies," he murmured, his thumb gently smoothing over the back of your hand, completely unwilling to let you go. "Your...energy is quite captivating."

Valko gently guided you over to a sleek, state-of-the-art workstation that had been set up right next to his. As you took your seat, his hand slid to the small of your back. Even through the fabric of your clothes, his palm felt incredibly hot, radiating a soothing, grounding warmth that chased away your lingering nerves. He lingered there for a long moment, completely intoxicated by how comforting your presence felt against his side, before reluctantly pulling away to get to work.

"Let's get you caught up on what EonCore has uncovered so far," he said, a spark of genuine excitement lighting up his eyes.

He shed his pristine suit jacket, tossing it over the back of his chair, and slipped into the crisp white lab coat you recognised from his public profiles. The change was instant; he looked less like a distant board chairman and more like a brilliant, hyper-focused scientist.

For the next hour, Valko was a whirlwind of energy. He pulled his rolling chair right up against yours, discarding all sense of corporate personal space. He leaned over your shoulder to point at complex holographic charts, his deep voice washing over you as he broke down data with a level of genius you had never encountered at the Association. He provided more information, more hidden patterns, and more profound insights into Wanderer outliers than you could have possibly imagined in your entire career. He was beautifully brilliant.

When he finally paused to take a breath, tapping a finger against his silver glasses, you couldn't help but feel in awe of him, you just had to say something.

"Valko... this is absolutely incredible," you breathed, turning in your seat to look at him with wide, admiring eyes. "The sheer depth of your research... You are so incredibly smart. The Association has been looking at this all wrong, but your data changes everything. Your hard work is just amazing."

Valko froze.

The high-and-mighty Chairman, the fierce leader of a hidden clan stopped breathing. Your soft praise hit his chest like a wave of pure, bright euphoria. His heart thudded wildly, and before he could suppress his inner wolf's sheer, dizzying happiness, poof.

Two large, incredibly plush wolf ears suddenly snapped into existence right through his hair, twitching nervously before pinning back in an attempt to look innocent.

You blinked, completely freezing as you stared up at the top of his head. The glasses, the lab coat, the billionaire title and now, a pair of undeniably soft, twitching wolf ears.

A handsome wicked smirk spread across Valko’s face when he noticed where your eyes were locked. He didn't try to hide them. In fact, his inner wolf was begging for it. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, rumbling purr.

"Do you want to touch them?" he murmured, his gaze dark and heavy with a desperate, unspoken plea: Please touch me. Let me be close to you.

"Yes," you whispered, the word leaving your lips before you could even think to be professional.

Slowly, you raised your hands, your fingers sinking into the thick, impossibly soft fur right at the base of his ears. The moment you gently rubbed the velvet tips and began to scratch right behind his ears, a low, rumbling sound vibrated from deep within Valko's chest. His eyes fluttered shut, his shoulders completely dropping as he leaned his massive frame heavily into your touch, defeated by how good it felt. You were in love with how adorable they were, and Valko was putty in his mate's hands.

Valko let out a soft, breathy groan as your fingers kept up the steady, gentle scratching behind his ears. He completely abandoned his rolling chair, shifting his massive frame forward until he was practically in your lap. He leaned down, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck.

The heat radiating off his body was incredible, and you gasped softly as his sharp nose began to nuzzle against your sensitive skin. He took a deep, shaky breath, inhaling your scent directly from your pulse point, completely marking you as his in his mind.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

A heavy, rhythmic sound began to echo through the quiet, high-tech office. Intrigued, you kept your hands gently buried in his soft wolf ears and peeked over his broad shoulder.

Right there, brushing against his immaculate white lab coat, was a thick, incredibly fluffy wolf tail. It was wagging so hard and so fast that it was repeatedly smacking against the side of his sleek leather office chair. The fierce, intimidating Chairman of EonCore Tech was overjoyed.

Valko nuzzled your neck one last time, a low, contented growl vibrating against your skin before he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His silver glasses were slightly askew, his plush ears were still contentedly twitched forward, and that breathtaking, fanged smile was stretched across his face.

"I have a feeling," Valko murmured, his deep voice thick with affection as his thumb gently stroked your cheek, "that I am going to thoroughly enjoy working with you."

[m-jelly]

Chill Factor

Wolf Levi x fem Bunny reader

The current heatwave was officially a biological hazard in your shared estate.

As a rabbit hybrid, your thick, fluffy ears and tail were practically traps for the sweltering humidity. But as miserable as you were, Levi was ten times worse. Wolf hybrids naturally ran hot, their internal body temperatures mimicking a furnace even in the dead of winter. Right now, in the middle of a record-breaking summer, Levi was a walking radiator.

"Brat. Come here," Levi grunted from the bedroom.

You slowly shuffled to the doorway, panting slightly, your long rabbit ears drooping flat against your back. When you looked inside, you almost couldn't believe your eyes. Despite the suffocating air, Levi’s heavy instincts were flaring. He had dragged every plush blanket, silk sheet, and pillow from the closets, meticulously building a massive, neat nesting circle in the centre of the bed. He sat right in the middle of it, his dark tailored trousers discarded for loose shorts, his wolf ears twitching with anticipation as his dark tail swished against the sheets. He held his arms open, completely expecting his mate to crawl in.

"Levi, are you completely insane?" you whined, your fluffy white tail twitching in pure distress. "It is thirty-five degrees outside! I love you, but if I get into that mountain with a walking radiator, I will actually pass away."

"Tch. It’s a nest. You're supposed to be in it with me," he growled softly, a line forming between his brows.

"No way." You turned right around, marched into the living room, and collapsed directly onto the hardwood floor. You spread your arms and legs wide, lying completely flat on your stomach right in front of the massive, roaring electric fan you had set to maximum speed. The artificial breeze barely cut through the humidity, but the cold floorboards felt like heaven against your sensitive skin.

A moment later, heavy, quiet footsteps padded into the room. You tilted your head to see Levi standing over you. His wolf ears were pinned back against his dark hair, and his tail was hanging low and completely still. He looked deeply offended.

"You're rejecting your mate for a plastic machine," he muttered.

"I'm not rejecting you, Levi," you groaned, burying your face back into your arms as the fan blew your ears back. "It’s not you, it’s the weather. I am literally melting. For my health, and honestly, for yours, it is best if we stay completely apart until this heatwave goes away. Go sit on an ice pack or something."

Levi stared down at you for a long, silent heartbeat. His ears flicked sharply. Stay apart? Until the heatwave goes away?

Absolutely not. He was the head of the city's most powerful syndicate. He controlled millions, ran the entire underground network, and commanded hundreds of men. He was not going to let a bit of weather separate him from his bunny.

Without a word, Levi whipped out his phone, his thumb flying across the screen as he dialled his chief lieutenant. "Furlan. I need the absolute best, industrial-grade air conditioning unit money can buy. I don't care if you have to bribe the distributor, rob a warehouse, or buy out the entire installation company. Get a crew to the estate in twenty minutes, or I'll start breaking fingers. Move."

He hung up, glanced down at your sprawling form on the floor, and let out a small, satisfied Tch before walking away.

True to his reputation, the power of mafia funding worked miracles. Within two hours, a team of professional technicians had swarmed the estate. They worked at lightning speed under Levi’s watchful glare, installing a state-of-the-art, central air conditioning system that could probably cool an entire commercial skyscraper.

By the time they left, the apartment didn't just feel cool, it felt like a refrigerator.

The white-hot, suffocating air vanished, replaced by a crisp, wintry chill. On the floor, you let out a long, blissful sigh as your body finally stopped sweating. The cool air washed over your fur, and after a while, the intense chill actually made you start to shiver. Sleepy and dazed from the sudden temperature drop, you pushed yourself up from the floor, your ears twitching as you looked around the empty living room.

"Levi?" you called out softly, rubbing your arms.

Following the source of the chill, you walked back into the bedroom. The new AC vent was blasting ice-cold air directly into the room, making it feel like a cosy winter wonderland. Right in front of the vent, Levi had rebuilt his nest. He had piled up the plush blankets, and he was sitting right in the centre, looking smug.

Your heart melted at the sight. It was the most ridiculous, adorable, and wildly extra thing he had ever done just to get a hug.

"You are unbelievable," you giggled, stepping onto the bed.

"Shut up and get in," Levi muttered, though his wolf tail gave him away, immediately starting to thump a happy beat against the mattress.

You crawled right into the nest, instantly shivering as the artificial winter air hit your back. You spooned right up against him, curling your body against his broad chest. The contrast was heavenly, the room was freezing, but Levi’s skin was a perfectly warm, comforting furnace. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck.

"Thank you, Levi," you whispered softly, kissing his jaw. "You're the best mate ever. This is perfect."

Levi let out a low, deep purr of contentment, the rumbling vibration soothing your instincts instantly. He wrapped his powerful arms securely around your waist, pulling your frame tightly against his front, trapping you safely in his embrace. He shifted slightly, leaning his head down until his lips brushed your long, soft rabbit ear.

Gently, carefully, Levi opened his mouth and nipped the plush tip of your ear, holding it lightly between his teeth. It wasn't a painful bite, but a deep, instinctual wolf comfort thing, a territorial, loving gesture that meant you were his, completely safe, and precisely where you belonged.

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All in a Knight’s Work

Chapter 21

Summary: The truth is finally out.

Relevant tags: Sylus x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Royal AU, Secret Relationships, Knights, Princes and Princesses, First Love

Chapter 1

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You arrived at your father's study hand in hand with Sylus. The entire way there, you didn't dare let go of him, still nervous that he might be ripped from you at any moment.

“I’m scared to go in,” you whispered. 

He pulled your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.  “We’ve made it this far,” he murmured. “And they didn’t immediately throw me in the dungeons, did they?” He gave you a confident smile, and you couldn’t help but laugh. He was still so optimistic despite the state he was in. The cut on his lip had finally stopped bleeding, and the bruise on his face was turning a nasty shade of purple, while his eye was already starting to swell. When Doctor Zayne had made him remove his coat and roll up his sleeves for examination, his arms had been blooming with bruises as well. But to your immense relief, the doctor had concluded that bruises were the full extent of his injuries.

You whined softly as you traced the edge of the bruise on his face with your fingertip. “It looks horrific.”

“Worth it, if it means you’ll fuss over me,” Sylus said, brushing his lips over your knuckles again.

“I ought to find Sebastian and…” You trailed off, not even sure what you’d do. You’d give him a piece of your mind again, at least. Your blood boiled every time you looked at Sylus, all beaten up. “Why didn’t you fight back?” You asked, eyebrows scrunched up. “And send him flying, like you did when you first became my knight?”

Sylus huffed a low laugh. “It wouldn’t look so good if the king found me beating his son, would it?” 

“No,” you pouted. “You’re right.”

“Let’s go, sweetie.” He gave your hand one last kiss, then let it go. “No need to waste any more time.”

You nodded, placed your hand on the doorknob and drew one more steadying breath. Then you pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Your father sat at his desk, while your mother leaned on the windowsill, likely too wound up to sit still. On the other side of the desk were three seats. Prince Kaylen was already waiting – it looked like he’d been speaking to your father, but grew quiet when you entered. 

“Where’s Sebastian?” You asked, surprised that he wasn’t there. Caine was busy having his nose re-arranged by Doctor Zayne, but you had expected Sebastian to be there at least.

“I’ll deal with him later.” Your father said with a dismissive tone, then motioned at the chairs. “Sit. I take it that you’re well, from the lack of bandages.” He gave Sylus a long, assessing look.

Sylus lowered himself into a deep bow. “Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you for your concern.” He settled himself carefully in the middle seat, and you sat on his other side, dragging your chair as close to him as the armrest would allow. 

“He’s sturdy as an ox.” Kaylen clapped Sylus’s shoulder firmly. “You need not worry about him.”

“Hm.” Your father didn’t sound amused. “So. Explain yourself. Was this–” he gestured vaguely around the room, “ – your goal?”

“No, Your Majesty,” Sylus answered politely. “I… I didn’t plan any of this.” 

Your father’s eyebrows rose, but he kept quiet, letting Sylus speak.

“As I said, all I wanted was to see the princess again. I wanted to come here, and prove myself to you, earn your favour, and beg for marriage again.” He looked down at his hands, and your heart clenched at the sight of him looking so subdued. “But then I learned that her guard had retired, and I knew it was my chance to see her.” He shot a glance at you, a sad smile on his lips. “I didn’t think she would choose me. But she did, and suddenly I was in too deep. Every day that I didn’t reveal my identity, the harder it became to do it.”

“So you decided to start an illicit relationship with my daughter instead?” The king crossed his arms. He didn’t seem moved by Sylus’s words.

“No, Father!” You cut in before Sylus could answer. “I pursued him! If you’re going to blame someone, blame me.”

Your mother shifted by the window and rubbed her temples with a deep frown. You hated seeing her like this, but you couldn’t regret what you’d done.

“Even so, my dear.” Your father’s voice was softer now, but still firm. “Prince or not, he took vows. He should know better.”

“Your Majesty, if you’ll let me.” Prince Kaylen leaned forward slightly. “They’re only young, and they’re in love. You know what young ones are like. They think with their hearts, not with their heads.”

You bit your lip, desperately trying to hold your tongue. You did not like being talked to like children, but you knew an outburst would only prove him right. So you stayed silent, even though your nails dug into your palms in your lap.

“And you want me to believe that you had no part in this scheme?” Your father asked with a scowl. “That Aylus isn’t laughing his arse off at me?”

Kaylen shook his head. “I assure you, I had no part in this harebrained idea.” Your father didn’t look so convinced. “But,” Kaylen sighed. “Father did laugh when word arrived that he’d joined your Kingsguard.”

“‘Course he did.” Your mother scoffed from the window.

“I swear that no one else in my family was involved.” Sylus’s voice was firm. “I acted alone.”

The king leaned back in his chair. “You’re just like your father,” he said, pointing a finger at Sylus. “Reckless, unstoppable. Acting without regard for consequences or higher authority.” 

Both brothers stayed quiet. You could feel the weight of the accusation hanging in the air, and you worried about what would come next.

“You do realise what an insult this is.” Your father continued. He sounded disappointed rather than angry, his voice low and controlled. You felt as if you were being scolded by your tutor. “You may not have meant to undermine us, but you did. You want to stroll into a smaller kingdom’s royal palace, trample over our rules, laws, and all decency. And expect us to lay down and take it, because you’re the mighty dragons?” Your father spat the word like an insult.

“No, Your Majesty.” Sylus placed his hand over his heart. “I swore to accept any punishment, and I will keep my word. Hang me if you wish, I won’t fight you.” 

“N-no.” Your hands shot out to grab his. “Sebastian punished him enough.” No more.

Your mother pushed away from the window and approached your father. She placed her hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention. Something unspoken passed between them.

“He wishes to earn our favour, doesn’t he?” She said quietly. “Make him earn it, then.” 

“You’re certain?” Your father asked, and your mother nodded. 

Your father turned to the silver-haired brothers with a sigh. “Secure our border, then. If you want this engagement so badly, solve this dispute once and for all.”

Your eyes widened. You wanted to protest, but the air was heavy with tension.

“Are you certain that these disturbances are King Edward’s doing?” Kaylen broke the silence.

“Who else would it be?” Your father’s voice rose with frustration. “My sons fought him off not even a year ago. They crushed his meagre army, and we signed a peace treaty! Now I hear stories of merchants disappearing, towns being attacked and robbed by bandits.” He became more incensed with each word. “He’s behind it, I know it.”

“What is his goal?” Kaylen asked. “Other than to weaken you.”

Your father opened his desk drawer and rolled out a map, propping the ends with an ornament and an ink well. “This.” He pointed at a region to the south-west of your kingdom. “This whole strip of land here.”

Both men leaned over and followed your father’s finger. You already knew what he was about to say. “It’s beautiful and fertile, unlike the rockery south of the border. My subjects grow smoke leaf, and the grapes that make Dragon’s Blood wine.” Your father pointed at the brothers. “Your father named it that, you know. Said it was as thick as his blood.”

A knowing look dawned on Sylus and Kaylen’s faces. “I’m aware of how much gold he spends on that,” Kaylen admitted.

“Now, historically, this land has drifted from one kingdom to another. Over a hundred years ago, this border was agreed upon. Now Edward claims it’s a sham and the entire region rightfully belongs to him.”

“So, he sends bandits to harass your towns and disrupt your trade.” Sylus propped his chin on his hand. “Knowing that if you retaliate, you’ll be seen as the aggressor.”

Your father nodded. “We have outposts along the main roads, but we can’t patrol every inch of the border. It’s not just any trade he’s disrupting - these are our roads to Philos!” 

“You will have as many of our men as you wish,” Kaylen relaxed back into his seat nonchalantly, as if he were offering something simple. “Fully trained and equipped. We will advance directly to his palace gates. Turf him out, loot all he has so that he won’t recover for decades. You could take his lands if you wish. That will be our wedding gift.”

“I don’t want his lands.” Your father shook his head. “I want an end to his ambitions. Make an example of him, so that his sons won’t try again.”

“I will lead them.” Sylus cut in, drawing everyone’s attention. “I’ll go south and make certain he never troubles Solen again.”

“No, you can’t!” You gripped his hand harder, your heart lurching. “You’ve already fought for us once. You shouldn’t have to do it again.” 

“That was Skye, the sellsword.” He smiled at you, soft and reassuring. Then he turned to your father. “Let me go, Your Majesty. I will go in my name as Prince Sylus, not some mercenary. I want everyone, not only across the continent but the entire world, to know that Solen is under my protection.”

Under his protection. Not his family, or his king, but his. The words made your chest ache.

“You would do this?” Your father asked, suspicion clear on his face. “Put an end to his schemes?” 

“No,” you whispered. 

“Yes,” Sylus didn’t waver. “Absolutely.”

Your father looked in thought as he held his chin, arm resting on his chair. “You will go with Sebastian and work alongside him. He will be your witness.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Sylus accepted it without question. 

“Please, don’t!” You turned to your father, desperate. “Father, please don’t make him.”

“I must do this.” Sylus smiled at you, patting your hand. “Have faith in me.”

You had faith in him. You had faith in his strength, his skill and his determination. But you had no faith in the people who would receive him in that hostile land.

“Who shall we put on Edward’s throne, then?” Kaylen asked, likely eager to get it over with.

“You don’t have to kill anyone, so long as you stop him. But if it came to that…” Your father paused, considering his answer. “Then his younger son. Or take his kingdom for yourself, I don’t care what you do with it.” He waved a dismissive hand.

Kaylen hummed thoughtfully. “I’ll send word for more men. How many do you need?”

“That will take too long. I don’t need an army.” Sylus raised a hand in protest. “I will take whatever men we have and settle here.” He pointed at a border town on the map, along the main road. “I will capture his invaders, question them, and find proof.” 

Your father nodded along.

“Once I have evidence that Edward is plotting again, I will join Prince Sebastian south as a peace envoy of sorts. You could say that he wants to discuss your border arrangements.”

“He’ll be tempted to take Sebastian hostage,” Kaylen mused. 

“The prince could kick up a fuss and provoke the king, get himself captured. Then I’ll march our men in, break Sebastian out–” Sylus’s voice was cold, his expression hard and calculating in a way that you had never seen before. “ –Along with Edward’s head.”

“Not literally, I hope,” you muttered, nervous.

“His seal will suffice,” your father said.

The room went silent again. You could see from everyone’s expressions that it had been decided. This is really happening. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You had the sudden urge to grab Sylus and hold him tight as if it would prevent him from going.

“Your Majesties,” Prince Kaylen broke the silence. “I have no qualms sending Sylus to assassinate whoever you wish. But seeing as my little brother will be risking his life, I would like you to announce their engagement right away.”

Your father nodded with understanding. 

“And allow her to travel north with me while Sylus is on his mission,” he added. “To ensure that we all keep our end of the bargain.”

“No!” You protested immediately. “I want to go with Sylus!”

“Absolutely not.” Your father’s voice was final. “You’re not going with him.”

“But–” you started to argue, but your father raised his hand, cutting you off. “You’ve been very defiant lately. You’re not running off after him.” He sounded unyielding. “You’re staying here.”

“Yes, Father,” you answered begrudgingly. We shall see, you thought, with a clenched jaw.

Your father drew his attention back to Kaylen. “My daughter will remain here until Sylus returns. But,” he sighed. “I will publicly announce their engagement today. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you.” Kaylen conceded with a polite smile.

That very same day, your father called for everyone of importance at the palace to his throne room. 

Just as with Sebastian’s engagement, you stood on one side of the double thrones, heart fluttering with a nervous, giddy excitement. On the other side stood the two princes of Onychinus, while your brothers attended nearby. Caine smiled at you from across the podium, despite the state he arrived in. He had two splints on each side of his nose, secured with a narrow bandage, and a painful bruise already spreading on his face. Sebastian stood rigid beside him, glaring daggers at Sylus. But he knew better than to cause another scene. 

This is actually happening, you thought. They’re really letting us do this.

Once everyone had gathered, your father rose from his throne, clasping his hands dramatically.

“I have called you all here to share some wonderful news!” Your father addressed the crowd, his voice filling the hall. “As you all know, we have enjoyed a long and prosperous friendship with the kingdom of Onychinus. Now we have the opportunity to further this friendship and become family.”

You fidgeted with your hands, waiting for your father to say the words.

“I would like to announce the engagement of my dear daughter,” your father paused, and you stepped forward. “To Prince Sylus, second prince of Onychinus!”

Sylus stepped forward and stood next to you. That was when the crowd finally took note of him. At first, they were silent in confusion, then you heard a few mumbles and whispers of “Sir Skye?”

“You may have met him before, or known him under a different name,” the king continued smoothly. “But as fate would have it, the two met, fell in love, and approached me, with tears in their eyes, begging for our blessing.” 

A few oohs and awws rippled through the crowd. 

“You should have seen it.” Your father’s voice softened, turning theatrical. “Their heartfelt confession brought a tear to this old man’s eye. Isn’t that right, dear?” 

He turned to your mother, who wiped an imaginary tear from her cheek. “Such pure, young love,” she sighed. “We simply couldn’t deny them.”

“So, please,” your father called out, beaming at the crowd. “Celebrate their joyous union with us, and spread the word!” 

Swept up by your parents’ performance, the gathered crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

You took in the sight before you, stunned, as Sylus took your hand, squeezing it gently.

“Didn’t Prince Sebastian beat him?” You heard a voice, but it was drowned out by the commotion.

Your cousin appeared from within the gathered crowd and ran up the steps. She embraced both of you at once, pulling Sylus down to her height. “Finally!” She shouted, her voice bright with happiness. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw a guard propping up an older maid, who seemed to have fainted. A younger maid fanned her face with a feather duster.

“What happened to her?” You asked, genuinely concerned. Sylus glanced over at the scene. “Ah, that’s Mary.” A mischievous smile tugged at his lips. “She whacked me with her mop once, for dragging mud into the palace.”

Poor Mary, you thought, but you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you.

Later that night, you twisted and turned in your bed, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. It seemed like, in one short day, everything had completely changed. You had gotten what you wanted - your parents had finally, fully and unreservedly agreed to your engagement to Sylus. Everything was out in the open, and apart from Sebastian’s outburst, things had gone better than expected. Sylus wasn’t chased out. He wasn’t arrested. He wasn’t thrown into a dungeon after all. 

You had your engagement announcement, and nobody had laughed at you, no one had booed Sylus as you’d feared.

But you couldn’t help but be overcome with guilt. Why would he have to get involved in your family’s problems? That region had nothing to do with him. In fact, it was on the opposite side of your kingdom. He had already been there once, and you still firmly believed that he shouldn’t have to go again. He would gain nothing from resolving it for you. The only thing he would gain is you. 

With pain in your heart, you wondered if this engagement was even worth the risk to his life. Could any amount of love justify sending him into danger? What if he failed? If he got caught trying to kill a king, he would be imprisoned, tortured, or even killed. The thought made you shudder.

A man of his position could have any princess he wanted, you thought. He didn’t need to cross kingdoms, fight in battles and risk his life for a princess from a small kingdom, known for little more than its wine and fertile fields.

You threw your blanket off and hopped out of bed. You wrapped a robe around yourself, shoved your feet into your slippers, and peeked out of your doors. You slipped out and made your way through the silent, moonlit hallways to the wing where the Qin princes were staying. Once you reached what you hoped was Sylus’s new bedroom, you knocked softly on the door, silently praying you hadn’t arrived at his brother’s room instead. 

The door opened. 

Sylus stood before you, only wearing his trousers and a loose, untucked white shirt. His hair was slightly damp, and you assumed he was freshly out of the bath. His eyes widened in surprise, and he smiled, stepping aside to let you enter. 

“My, my.” His voice was low and teasing as he closed the door. “How the tables have turned. The princess knocking on my—“ 

You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. He let out a soft breath and held you back, his arms coming around you like a shield.

“You can’t go,” you muttered into his shirt. “You’re not allowed.”

He placed his hand on your head, smoothing your hair. “I don’t want to be apart from you, too. But I have to do this.”

“No, you don’t.” You gripped him tighter, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I’m not worth this trouble. There are so many ladies… so many princesses who would give anything to be with you.”

He pulled back to look at you properly. “Not worth?” His eyebrows rose in disbelief. “Did you think I’d spend years on something that’s not worth it?”

“I know how dedicated you are.” Your voice cracked. “But you already joined my brothers in battle once and survived. I’m terrified that you won’t be lucky a second time.” A tear slipped down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away with your palm. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Look at me.” He spoke softly and lifted your chin, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “I don’t rely on luck. If anything, my luck is terrible.” 

You whined and tried to pull away, but he held fast. “Wait, come back.” He laughed softly. “Come back.” 

You pouted at him, still blinking back tears.

“I make my own fortune. I don’t need luck, you know that. So, please…” His thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away the moisture. “Don’t say such things.”

You hummed, looking away, a little mad at how stubborn and brave he was.

“Didn’t you hear my brother?” He asked, as he walked backwards, pulling you with him. “I’m sturdy as an ox.”

“Still…” you muttered. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you across his lap. He leaned in to kiss you, but you turned away, his lips landing on your cheek instead. He sighed against your skin. 

“I’ll make it quick,” he murmured. “You won’t even notice that I’m gone.”

You still couldn’t look at him. You knew you’d give in if you did. 

His arms tightened around you. “I will return.” His earnest voice made you waver. “I won’t let some crusty old king stop me. Not one. Not one hundred.”

You squirmed a little in his arms, glancing sideways at him. “Swear to me.”

“I swear.” His response came immediately. 

You turned to face him and watched him for a moment, then placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Seal it with a kiss,” you whispered.

The smile returned to his face. He pulled you down for another kiss, longer this time, deeper, as if he were trying to pour his promises into you. 

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Can I confess something?” 

You nodded, still breathless. 

“I couldn’t stop staring at you this morning,” he said, voice warm and intimate. “The way you fought your brother for me.” 

“Ugh.” You scrunched up your face and pushed away from him, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. “Don’t even start.”

He pulled you back in, laughing. “I love it when my princess shows her claws.” His hands roamed slowly down your back, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear. “She doesn’t just purr. She has bite, too.”

“Sylus!” You gasped. “This is what you’ve been thinking about?”

“Thinking is all I’ll have soon.” One of his hands found its way up your thigh, slipping under your robe. “Give me something more to think about.” He left hot kisses down the column of your neck, and you melted into his arms, your fingers threading through his damp hair.

“You sure like to–” A soft moan escaped you as he bit down gently. “ –push your luck… don’t you?” 

He chuckled low into your skin. “Mm. I do.”

His lips found yours again before you could answer, hungry and desperate. When his tongue brushed your lips, you parted them for him eagerly, a soft sound escaping you as you pulled him closer. You held him with equal urgency, losing yourself in the warmth of his embrace and the reassuring weight of his body against yours. For tonight, you allowed yourself to push aside your fears and forget about the journey that awaited him. All you wanted was to feel his hands on you, commit every touch, every breath, every sigh to memory. 

You needed to remind yourself that he was here. That he was yours. That he would find his way back to you.

[ladycheesington]

All in a Knight’s Work

Chapter 20

Summary: The moment of truth. No theatrics. Nice and simple.

Relevant tags: Sylus x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Royal AU, Secret Relationships, Knights, Princes and Princesses, First Love

Chapter 1

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You stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, taking deep, slow breaths in an attempt to ground yourself. Despite the cool morning, your hands were already sweating with nerves. Caine stood beside you, fanning your face with some documents he’d picked up on your way.

“Everything will be alright.” His voice was calm and steady; the voice of a man used to soothing panicked knights. “Slow, deep breaths. You don’t want to faint, do you?”

“Mm-hm.” You whined, trying to shake off your nerves. The sound echoed in the empty hall, and you immediately regretted it. 

The sound of heavy footsteps grabbed your attention, and you lifted your head to find Prince Kaylen approaching, Sylus following close behind. 

You took a moment to take him in. He was out of his Kingsguard armour. Instead, he wore the traditional black and red of Onychinus. His suit mirrored his brother’s - the dark colours, the high collar, the red ascot tucked neatly into his coat. He looked so… princely. And yet, it sat on him differently. He still had the build of a knight underneath the suit. He still seemed so broad and tall, so strong even in formal clothing. His silver hair was tamed back, instead of hanging free over his forehead, revealing the sharp lines of his face. 

He hadn’t noticed you yet. He was fiddling with a button on his coat sleeve, trying to fasten it as he walked, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Then he looked up and your eyes met. His eyes softened.

He stopped beside you, positioning himself between you and his brother. With a sly smile curving his lips, he reached over and gently lifted your mouth shut. “You’re catching flies, Princess.”

Your face immediately went red hot, and you stuttered in embarrassment. “S-Sylus!”

His smile quickly dropped. His eyes went wide with the realisation that you’d called his name in the presence of your brother. His gaze darted to Caine, who stood behind you, regarding Sylus with a warm smile.

“Your Highness…” He began, his posture stiffening. 

“Don’t worry about him now!” You took his face in your hands, making him look down at you. “I’ll explain later.” Behind you, your brother let out a soft aww in mock disappointment, and Kaylen hummed a laugh. You ignored them, as you had another issue at hand. 

“Why are you here?” You asked, your pitch rising higher than intended. “Shouldn’t you be outside? Waiting to make a big entrance?”

“No.” Sylus shook his head. “We said no performances. Once the king and queen arrive, my brother will introduce me, and I will step out. Nice and simple.”

You looked at Kaylen, and he offered you a reassuring smile. “I’ve sent a servant to inform the palace that he has arrived.”

“Right. Alright.” You took a deep breath. “No theatrics. Nice and simple.”

More people began to stream into the hall.

You caught a glimpse of Prince Xavier near the back, arms crossed, watching with obvious curiosity. Your cousin, Madeleine, took her place across from you on the other side of the grand staircase, accompanied by Mister Rafayel. He wore a black, luxurious suit with a white shirt underneath, and a deep purple tie, clasped with a jewel that seemed to match the colour of his wavy hair. You offered him a deep curtsy, and he bowed back, graceful and unhurried. Maddie waved at you, then flipped her fan open, obscuring their faces. She said something to him that made him smile, and his quiet response made her giggle behind her fan. 

A few palace officials lined up along the walls with rigid postures and your nerves began to creep up on you again. As more people arrived, whispering and chattering, you realised this was far more than you had agreed to. You assumed that, despite Lord Aster’s best efforts, once word spread that the missing prince was coming, everyone present at the palace wanted to see him for themselves. You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm your pounding heart. It doesn’t matter, you told yourself. All will be well.

You glanced at Sylus beside you. He seemed a lot more composed than you were – at least on the outside. He looked down at you and discreetly brushed his fingers against yours. You noticed that a strand of silver hair had come loose from his otherwise neat style, falling across his forehead. Without thinking, you reached up to tuck it back in place. Your fingers trembled slightly as you fumbled with the stubborn strand. Sylus stood perfectly still, watching you with a soft look, the kind that he normally only reserved for when you were alone.

Then, a loud curse echoed through the hall. It made you jump, and you looked toward the doors, your hand still frozen in Sylus’s hair.

At the far end of the room, Sebastian had just walked in. He stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze falling on Sylus. His face twisted with rage.

“There he is, the bastard!” Your brother shouted, his voice ricocheting off the stone walls. Before you could react, Sebastian sprinted across the hall as people scrambled out of his way. Within seconds, he lunged at Sylus and shoved him back, away from you, sending him stumbling. He rushed Sylus so quickly, that one moment he was at your side, the next he was backed against a wall with a loud clatter. 

You heard Maddie’s distinct scream from somewhere behind you, and Sebastian was on top of Sylus again. 

“You dare lay your hands on my sister?! Under my family’s roof?” Sebastian roared, swinging at Sylus, who threw his arms up to block him. While everyone stared in stunned silence, Caine ran to Sebastian and grabbed him from behind, pulling him away from Sylus. “Sebastian, stop!” 

“Let me at him!” Sebastian thrashed against his grip, desperately kicking at the air. “The bastard broke his oaths!” 

Sylus straightened and wiped a smear of blood from his split lip with the back of his hand. He did not say anything or retaliate. He just stood there, watching and waiting. 

“What are you waiting for?” Sebastian shouted at the guards as he struggled against Caine. “Seize him!”

“No! Help me!” Caine ordered, his voice strained with effort. The guards seemed to move, then stop, then look at each other, visibly conflicted about which prince to obey. Confusion and panic spread through the gathered crowd.

Your hands shook with panic, and you didn’t know what to do. You had never seen your brother look at someone with such unbridled fury. You grabbed Kaylen’s sleeve beside you, tugging on his arm, pleading desperately. “Do something, please!” 

He raised his hand. “Wait–” he said, but his voice was so low, and with chaos erupting around you, you could barely hear him. He repositioned himself, shielding you with his body, as a few court officials dashed out your brothers’ way.

“I’ll cut off those hands he touched her with!” Sebastian roared again. 

Then he sharply snapped his head back. His skull collided with Caine’s nose with a loud, sickening crack. Caine cried out a curse, his grip loosening as he stumbled back, disoriented. His hands flew to his face, blood gushing between his fingers. 

Once Sebastian had wriggled free, he leapt at Sylus again, fist first. Sylus didn’t dodge this time. He let Sebastian’s fist connect with his cheek, head snapping to one side. When Sebastian drew back for another blow, Sylus blocked him, which only enraged him further. 

People rushed to Caine’s side, trying to stem the bleeding, preventing him from getting to Sebastian. 

You couldn’t bear to watch any longer, and you ran at Sebastian. “Get off him!” You screamed, grabbing at his arm, but he shrugged you off as if you weighed nothing. “He’s a prince! Stop!” You shrieked like a banshee as Sebastian rained blows on Sylus, who continued to block and dodge. Sylus’s fists clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might strike back, but instead, he lowered them again.

Sebastian backed away, with a low growl. He stomped over to one of the guards, then yanked the man’s sword, pulling it roughly from his hip. The moment you saw the blade, your blood ran cold. Gasps rippled through the hall, and people rushed to lead the women and children away. From the corner of your eye, you saw Maddie being pulled toward the doors, her fan dropped and forgotten on the floor. 

Then, as Sebastian stormed toward Sylus again, fear hit you like ice-cold water and you ran without thinking.

“I don’t give a fuck who–ACK!” Sebastian choked as you jumped onto his back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He staggered back. Not realising who was clinging to him, he shrugged violently and shoved you roughly off his shoulders. You stumbled back, tripping over the train of your skirts, with a loud rip. Before your backside could hit the floor, a pair of arms caught you, lifting you up.

Caine pushed through the crowd that had been fretting over him and grabbed Sebastian’s right arm, trying to wrestle the sword away. Prince Xavier, who seemed to appear out of thin air, gripped Sebastian’s other arm, twisting it painfully behind his back, making him stumble to one knee.

“What is the meaning of this?” 

The king’s angered voice boomed from the top of the grand staircase. Your gaze shot upward. Your mother and father stood at the top with pale faces, their eyes taking in the scene before them. 

Sebastian, still panting, with a stolen sword in hand, being wrangled by Prince Xavier to one side, and a bloodied Caine on the other. 

Your knight, leaning against a wall, his lip split, a dark bruise already blooming across his cheekbone.

And you, in Prince Kaylen’s arms, carried like a bride, while the rest of your friends and family stood frozen in the middle of a mad rush for the exits. 

“Father.” You gasped, your voice raw from screaming. Your mind went blank.

And then you said the first thing that came to your mind. 

“Prince Sylus is here!” 

The room stirred with movement. A few people turned, looking toward the doors, expecting someone to walk in. You heard confused whispers and a muffled “Where?” Even Sebastian stopped struggling.

Your parents made their way slowly down the stairs, as Prince Kaylen set you carefully back down on your feet. You wanted to rush to Sylus’s side, but you didn’t dare move. 

When your father reached the bottom, he approached you. You could still hear Sebastian’s heaving breaths nearby, gradually becoming steadier. His grip loosened, and Caine pried the sword from him, handing it to a guard nearby.

“What are you all looking at?” Your father called out, scanning the crowd. “Show’s over!”

At the king’s order, everyone in the room scrambled to leave. Prince Xavier tentatively released Sebastian’s arm, and Caine muttered something at him, patting him on the shoulder. The younger prince nodded and slipped into the crowd. 

Within seconds, only your family and the Qin princes remained. The only movement in the room came from a young maid handing a wet cloth to Prince Caine with shaking hands. He pressed it to his face.

Then Sebastian’s voice cut through the room. “That bastard broke his vows!” 

“He’s not a bastard!” You turned sharply to Sebastian, “And he did not!”

“He violated his vows,” Sebastian snapped back. “And my sister!” 

You gasped, your jaw dropping. “How dare you!” 

“How dare I? How dare he?” Sebastian shouted, his voice rising again. 

You stormed towards him as Caine stepped between you, the wet rag on his face already soaked red. “Everyone stop shouting!” His voice came out muffled and nasal. But nobody listened.

“I’ll fucking kill that peasant!”

“Don’t you dare touch him!”

“Settle down.”

“Father, he attacked him!”

“I had good reason.”

“Someone check on Sylus.”

The room quickly descended into a cacophony of overlapping voices, everyone speaking over each other. Kaylen stood to the side, one hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose, a frustrated frown etched on his face.

“Silence!” 

The king’s voice cut through the chatter like a blade. You all immediately fell silent again. Your father studied each of you in turn before his attention settled on Sylus. His eyes lingered there, his brow furrowing. You followed the king’s gaze to Sylus, who still wore the black and crimson colours of the Qin. Across his chest, a dragon embroidered in red silk thread caught the light. 

“You.” Your father pointed at Sylus, and beckoned him closer. 

Sylus pushed himself off the wall, one hand pressed to his side where Sebastian had landed a blow. He walked slowly forward and carefully went down on one knee. 

“It’s plain to see why my son has attacked you.” The king spoke, with a measured voice. “And with his shouting, the entire kingdom will soon know.” He shot an angry look at Sebastian, who seemed to shrink behind Caine. 

“What I want to know,” the king continued slowly, “is why a member of my Sun Guard is out of his uniform, and wearing the Qin dragon on his chest.” 

You clasped a hand over your mouth. You dared not even breathe. 

“Your Majesty,” Sylus managed with a cough, bowing his head. “I owe you an apology. My name is Sylus. Son of King Aylus and Queen Vaelia.” 

You braced yourself for another explosion. Instead, no one seemed to know what to say. All you heard in the background was a quiet, dumbfounded “Huh?” from Sebastian. 

Your father regarded Sylus for a moment, then turned to Prince Kaylen. “Is this true?” He motioned toward Sylus. “Is he truly your brother?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Kaylen’s response was smooth. He was the only one in the room who looked completely unscathed.

“You mean to tell me…” your father’s voice was thick with disbelief. “That this man here, who has been living under my roof. Who I’ve fed, clothed, and knighted, is Prince Sylus?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Something unreadable flickered across your father’s face. You couldn’t tell if it was anger or something else entirely.

Your mother took a few steps back and leaned against the staircase handrail, one hand to her chest, as if she’d forgotten how to breathe.

Your father’s attention shifted to you. Terrified of his reaction, you suddenly felt very small, like a child waiting to be scolded. All you could do was gaze up at him with wide, tearful eyes, waiting for his judgement. 

“Your Majesty.” Sylus called to your father, still kneeling. “I did not intend to deceive you. All I wanted was to see her again.” 

Your father watched him, but didn’t speak.

“I will accept any punishment. Whatever you decide to do with me, I swear my family will not contest it.” Sylus looked up at your father, the earnest look in his eyes tugging at your heart, making your eyes sting with fresh tears. “I will do anything you command to earn your trust and your favour.”

The king evaluated him for a long moment, which felt like an eternity. Nauseous with fear, you clenched your hands at your chest.

“Guards,” your father turned. 

Your stomach dropped. 

No, no, no. Not after everything.

The tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes burst down your cheeks. When the familiar clink of armour reached your ears, you ran to Sylus and crouched down beside him, embracing him, shielding him with your body. He placed his hand on your back instinctively, holding you close.

“Call for Doctor Zayne.” You heard your father’s voice behind you, and you froze. 

You glanced back to find the guards making their way out of the room, not toward you. You watched them until they disappeared through the doors, unable to shake the thought that they might suddenly turn back and grab him. 

“We won’t discuss this here.” The king announced, his voice coming firm, and final. “Everyone clean up and go to my study. Now.”

As your father turned to check on your mother, who was still hunched over the railing, your strength left you. All you could do was slump against Sylus, your face buried in his shoulder, shaking.

[ladycheesington]

All in a Knight’s Work

Chapter 19

Summary: Family matters. Big bros to the rescue. This chapter is light on Sylus content, but it had to happen. Enjoy, besties xx

Relevant tags: Sylus x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Royal AU, Secret Relationships, Knights, Princes and Princesses, First Love

Chapter 1

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Prince Kaylen sat comfortably in his seat, legs crossed, his fingers tapping a lazy rhythm on the armrest. His eyes followed you with quiet curiosity as you paced back and forth, wringing your hands. Sylus stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression looking as solemn as ever.

You had barely slept the night before. You were unable to stop thinking about what you had said to your parents, what you should have said instead, what you shouldn’t have said. Every time you remembered threatening the moat spikes, you wanted to crawl under a rock. And you’d been afraid. Afraid that your parents would change their mind, realise they’d been too easy on you. Send the guards to capture Sylus and throw him in a dank, cold dungeon while you slept.

“Well. Here I am.” The prince adjusted himself in his seat, looking far too comfortable. “What do you need me for?”

His voice pulled you from your spiralling thoughts. You stopped your pacing, and your mind went blank. You didn’t know how to break the news to him.

“My parents found out.” You blurted out, as you fidgeted with the ties on your bodice, unable to stand still. “They know about us.”

Kaylen’s eyebrows rose a fraction. “I see.”

You whipped around to look at him, frowning at the underwhelming reaction.

“That’s all?” You asked, suspicious at how unbothered he seemed. “Why aren’t you more surprised?”

“I’m only shocked that it took them this long.” He looked down at his lap, dusting off a loose thread from his trousers with indifference. “Even I’ve heard about you two. More than I’d like to know, in fact.”

“Ugh.” You grimaced, heat flooding your cheeks. “This is a disaster!”

“Is it?” The prince looked genuinely puzzled. “Now that your parents know that you two are in love, we’ll just marry you. And it's settled.” He waved a hand, unbothered, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“Here’s the problem…” You muttered as you nervously picked at the skin around your nails. “They don’t know that he’s Sylus.”

The older prince looked at you, then his gaze slid slowly to Sylus, who met his eyes with pursed lips. Kaylen’s long, searching stare made you want to shrink.

“And you didn’t tell them who he is?” The question hung in the air, his flat tone making you nervous. You looked away, feeling foolish.

“No.” You answered meekly, dreading his response.

Prince Kaylen tilted his head. “Why not?”

“They were angry. And then I was angry. There was shouting. A lot of shouting.” You started pacing again, your dress swishing at each turn. “I couldn’t think straight.”

Kaylen made a soft tsk under his breath and turned to Sylus. “And where were you during this?” He asked, waving a hand in his general direction.

“Outside.” Sylus’s answer was blunt, but you caught his posture straightening.

Kaylen’s face grew stern. “Explain.”

“I wasn’t allowed in.”

For perhaps the first time since entering the room, Prince Kaylen looked positively astonished.

“You weren’t allowed?” Kaylen scoffed, leaning forward in his seat. “Have you played pretend for so long that you’ve forgotten who you are?” He threw his hands in the air, exasperation finally breaking through his composed facade. “You are allowed wherever you please.”

“Of course I wanted to intervene!” Sylus pushed off the wall, scowling. His voice was sharp, defensive. “You weren’t there. You wouldn’t understand.”

You watched, transfixed, as the tension between them rose. You had never seen anyone speak to Sylus that way. Or rather, you’d never seen Sylus look so chastised before. His shoulders were drawn up, his chin lifted. He looked so defiant.

Kaylen rubbed his temple and exhaled heavily. In other circumstances, you would have found it fascinating to watch a man like him lose his composure. You weren’t sure whether you were lucky or not.

“So,” he said at last, “what do you want from me?”

“Announce my arrival.” Sylus crossed the room and stood beside you, his hand finding the small of your back. “Give them a day and time. I will present myself.”

“And what sort of performance do you have planned?” Kaylen asked. He didn’t seem to have much confidence in the two of you. It made your heart sink.

“There will be no performance.” Sylus looked down at you, his eyes full of warmth. “I will tell them everything. I will beg their forgiveness for my deception. And I will ask how I may earn their blessing.”

You nodded, feeling heat rise to your cheeks under the weight of his gaze. Although your chest tightened at the thought of Sylus begging for forgiveness. You hated the thought that your love was something terrible, something to be forgiven.

“Oh, you two are sickeningly sweet.” His brother rolled his eyes, pressing his fingers to his temple as if he were fighting off a headache.

You were afraid that you were losing Kaylen. That he may run out of patience and drag Sylus by the ear to your parents. You straightened your shoulders and pressed on.

“I told my parents that I wish to marry Sylus!” You declared, feeling a little jittery to say this in front of his brother. “I am certain that if you meet with them, they will be the first to bring it up!”

Kaylen watched you for a moment.

“So let me get this straight,” Kaylen spoke slowly, as if explaining something to children. “The king and queen believe you’re in a relationship with your knight.” He pointed at you.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“And you’ve asked them to marry my brother,” he motioned towards Sylus.

You nodded again, more eagerly this time. “I told them I’ll end my relationship with Sir Skye for him!”

“And this–” he motioned between you and Sylus, “ –is all you two were able to come up with until now?”

“It just happened that way!” You crossed your arms, feeling like you were being scolded all over again.

“All that matters is that we are ready to confess everything,” Sylus cut in, stepping in front of you protectively. “Or rather, I will confess.”

“No stupid games?” His brother arched an eyebrow.

“No,” Sylus responded, his voice full of conviction.

“Great.” Kaylen relaxed back into his seat. “I will wait for His Majesty to call for me. I imagine that he will, since the princess has requested you.”

Relief washed over you at his words.

“Oh, Sylus.” You pressed your hands to your cheeks. “This is really happening. What will we do if they chase you away?”

Sylus gently pulled your hands away from your face and held them in his, his thumbs brushing your knuckles. “That won’t happen.” Then Sylus’s expression suddenly changed. His eyes went a fraction larger, as if something had just dawned on him.

“Brother.” He turned to Prince Kaylen, letting go of your hands. “They fear our relationship being exposed. We should use that to our advantage.”

The older prince crossed his arms, tapping his lips with a finger thoughtfully. “I will use it to pressure them to agree to a swift engagement.”

“Not just to agree.” Sylus shook his head. “But to commit. You must ensure that they can’t easily call it off afterwards.”

“Yes,” Kaylen nodded slowly. “Yes, leave it to me.”

Your eyes flickered between them. It seemed that they both came to the same conclusion, the eerily similar expressions on their faces making you a little nervous again.

“I’m not sure about this...” You instinctively stepped closer to Sylus. Your hand found his arm, grasping the cold steel of his vambrace, tugging him closer. “Are you planning to blackmail them?”

“No, my love,” Sylus smiled down at you. “But it wouldn’t hurt to make them a little nervous.”

You whipped your head around to the other silver-haired prince. “You are not going to out us prematurely, are you?”

“I will not,” Kaylen answered.

“Do you promise?” You gulped.

“I wholeheartedly promise,” he said, linking his fingers over his lap. His amused tone didn’t match his words.

Sylus reached to pat your hand on his arm reassuringly. “Everything will work out in the end,” he said to you, softly, and you gave him a nervous half-smile. But something about the way Prince Kaylen looked at you bothered you. You suddenly realised then, with a sinking feeling, that this man wasn’t taking you, or your troubles, very seriously at all.

You hid behind a corner, with Sylus behind you, peeking around the wall at Prince Kaylen as he walked the long hallway toward your parents’ council room. Sylus had disappeared earlier and returned with the news that your parents had invited his brother to meet with them.

You’d been stalking that hallway for what felt like hours, waiting for him to appear. The moment he did, you were on his tail, your heart drumming against your ribs. Once Kaylen reached the double doors of the king’s office, he pushed one open, then paused and looked in your direction. Sylus yanked you back behind the corner so fast you nearly lost your balance. The prince shot you a small smile, then disappeared inside.

You waited, breath held, counting the seconds. When you peeked again, the doors were closing behind him. You dashed towards the door, Sylus following much more slowly behind you, careful not to let his heavy armour give you away.

You reached the door, panting and trying to steady your breath. You noticed that the prince had left a small crack in the door.

You leaned in, pressing your eye to the gap as Sylus caught up to you. Crouching low, you gripped the cold stone wall for purchase.

“What’s happening?” He whispered, his warm breath against your ear. You beckoned him without taking your eyes off the door. He shifted around you, then leaned in to watch above you, his chin nearly resting on your head.

Inside, your parents, accompanied by their advisor, Lord Aster, had welcomed Prince Kaylen to their council table. He sat across from them with his back to you, making small talk.

They all laughed at something the prince said, and Sylus rolled his eyes. “Just get on with it,” he hissed.

After a while, their conversation dwindled, and your parents adjusted themselves in their seats, their postures stiffening. They looked as if they were steeling themselves to bring up something difficult.

“Prince Kaylen.” Your mother leaned her forearms on the table, clasping her hands tightly. “The reason we invited you here is your brother. Sylus.”

“Oh?” The prince sounded mildly interested, though you couldn’t see his face.

Your mother took a breath, leaning forward. “We are very concerned about his delay. We would hate for something to happen to him on his travels through our lands. Isn’t that right, dear?” She glanced at the king, who nodded solemnly. “Is there anything we can do,” Queen Lucille asked, “to help him? We could send the Kingsguard to search for him.” She did have a very concerned look about her, you thought. You were unsure, though, whether she meant it or not.

“Your concern touches me, Your Majesty.” The prince placed his hand over his chest. “But I assure you, he is safe. I’ve received word that he will reach the capital by tomorrow morning.”

You gasped, your hand flying to Sylus’s shoulder. “That’s too soon,” you whispered. Tomorrow. You weren’t ready.

“That is fantastic news!” Your father seemed pleased. “We must prepare a feast. Aster!” He turned to Lord Aster, who only nodded and began to jot something down in his notebook.

Kaylen raised a hand in polite protest. “He does not require a grand welcoming,” he said smoothly, and both of your parents looked taken aback. “He’s very humble, you see.”

“Oh, yes, of course. We’ve heard all about that.” The king rubbed his chin. “A family dinner then, Lord Aster.”

The advisor continued to scribble in his notebook.

“But may I ask…” The prince’s tone turned light, almost careless. “Is there a reason for your sudden interest in him?”

Your parents looked sheepish for a moment, then shared a look. Your mother spoke your name, making you flinch.

“She is fascinated with Onychinus.” Your mother’s voice was careful. “And would be interested in a potential…” she hesitated, and you could see how much it cost her to say the word: “…match.”

The room fell silent. Kaylen took his time to respond, and you wondered if he was enjoying making them squirm after all the times they’d turned his family’s offers down.

“I see. But,” He leaned back into his chair. “I have heard some rumours that point to the opposite.”

“Utter nonsense,” your mother immediately dismissed it, indignant at the suggestion. “You should know that's only baseless chatter. Unless you’d like to discuss the rumours surrounding the young prince as well.”

It was clear to you that she was challenging the prince.

“Of course.” He seemed to back down. “I pay no mind to petty rumours. But many others would.”

“What does this mean?” Your father frowned.

“Word spreads fast, and the court of public opinion judges very harshly.” The prince said. His voice hardened, just slightly. You found yourself shivering, and Sylus placed his hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “We should nip these scandalous rumours in the bud, and announce their engagement straight away.”

You felt heat creep up your cheeks. The thought of a scandal made you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

Your father bristled visibly. “Now, hold on a moment,” he raised his hand. “We will not agree to an engagement to a man we’ve never met!”

“You have met him,” the prince corrected.

“As a child, yes,” your father conceded. “But we don’t know what kind of man he grew up to be. We must see his character before we agree.”

“Ah, but–” the prince paused. Although you couldn’t see his face, you could hear the troubled look he put on. “If these rumours spread beyond the castle walls…”

Your parents’ faces dropped.

“It would be awful if this joyous occasion were ruined by scandal.” He continued, each word measured. “The one and only princess of Solen. The darling of the entire kingdom. Ripped from her lover, to marry another. Her reputation would be in ruins.”

Your parents stiffened at his words.

“And if this match fell through, I fear you will not find another—“

“Enough.” Your father’s voice was strained. “We understand.”

Your heart clenched, and you felt Sylus go rigid beside you. You glanced up at him. His jaw was tight, his hand gripping the doorframe like he was holding himself back. You understood why his brother had to speak this way, but it didn’t make it easier to hear.

“In that case–” The prince’s voice made you press your face back to the gap in the door. You saw him reach into his coat and pull out an envelope, sliding it across the table. “–Please accept this offer from my family.”

Your mother took the envelope, ripped the seal open and pulled out the letter. She scanned the contents and handed it to your father, who read it quietly.

“Your Majesties,” Lord Aster spoke up for the first time. “I believe that this is the right thing to do. You will find no better match than this.”

“Why not Philos?” Your mother asked, looking utterly dejected. “Their prince looks kind-natured. No offence, Prince Kaylen.”

The prince said nothing. If he reacted, you couldn’t see.

“And what of this knight, then?” The king asked, tossing the paper back on the table.

“He’s not a concern,” Kaylen answered with a dismissive wave. “It’s a long road to Onychinus. It’s easy to get lost along the way, or find different employment.”

“And… this isn’t an issue to you?” Your mother asked, unable to hide the suspicion on her face.

“It’s small business.” The prince shrugged, and your parents shifted uncomfortably.

“Just don’t hurt the boy,” your mother muttered begrudgingly. “We don't want blood on our hands over baseless rumours, after all.”

Lord Aster shot an uncomfortable look at the prince, while both of your parents stared at the letter for a long moment. The king looked to your mother, and she nodded.

“So be it.” Your father sighed. “We accept.”

“I would like that in writing, please.” The prince answered without missing a beat, as if he had been expecting that answer. “Just in case–” He gestured lazily with one hand. “ – you decide that… how did you put it last time? You shan’t let your precious daughter spend her days in that frozen hellscape.”

Your mother smiled uncomfortably and forced out an awkward laugh. “It was merely a jest.”

Your father nodded and beckoned to Lord Aster, who promptly rose to gather your father’s writing supplies.

The room was silent as your father wrote. You could even hear the scratch of his pen from where you stood. You waited, barely breathing.

Your father handed the paper to your mother. She signed it. Once the letter was stamped and sealed, Prince Kaylen picked it up, briefly scanning the contents.

“Thank you kindly.” He tucked it into his coat pocket. “I can assure you that joining our families will be very beneficial for everyone.”

“Yes, indeed…” Your father smiled politely, although he looked apprehensive. Your mother gave the prince a tight-lipped smile.

You gripped Sylus’s armour, bouncing on your heels. “They did it,” you whispered. The words barely escaped you, although you wanted to shout them from the castle walls.

Just like that, they’d agreed to it. It didn’t feel real.

“They did it!” You whispered again, louder this time in giddy disbelief. You gripped Sylus’s armour harder, your hands shaking.

He beamed down at you, a bright smile that reached his eyes, making them crinkle into half moons. He took your hands and pressed your knuckles to his lips. You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. He caught you easily, spinning you around in the empty hallway. You had to bite your lip hard to stop the laughter from escaping you.

When he lowered you carefully back down, you pressed your face to the crack in the door again, just in time to see Prince Kaylen rising from his seat.

You gasped, grabbed Sylus’s hand and ran down the hallway before your family could catch you eavesdropping.

When your parents summoned you to inform you of their decision, it was in their private study. You stood before them, hands clasped tightly, using all of your willpower to keep a neutral face. When they spoke, you only responded with a simple “Yes, Father. Yes, Mother.”

Your mother sighed and walked around the desk to stand beside you. She reached over and tucked your hair behind your ears, gazing at you with a sad smile.

“My little girl,” she said softly as she smoothed your hair, then cradled your face in her hands. “How will I let you go to such a cold, dark place?”

“I will be okay, Mother,” you smiled at her. “This is what I want.”

“But why?” Her shoulders slumped. “There’s still time to change your mind. If you don’t like the look of him, all you need to do is say the word.” She pulled you into a hug.

“I know, Mama.” You held her back. “I know.”

When you left their study, Sylus wasn’t there. He had gone to find his brother and prepare for the day ahead.

“I don’t want my presence to antagonise your family any further,” he had said, and as much as you wanted to argue, you knew he was right. You had hugged him tightly, pressed one last kiss to his lips, and let him go. Despite his promise that he would be back in your arms in a day’s time, you couldn’t help but worry. You were afraid that as soon as he went, you would never see him again.

You made your way to Lord Aster’s office in a bid to convince him to receive Prince Sylus in a private manner.

“We must show the prince proper respect,” the advisor insisted.

You argued that Prince Sylus was said to be a private man, that he wouldn’t want a grand welcome at the palace gates. That he would be tired from travel. And a welcome at the grand hall, followed by some warm food, would do him best.

“This is hard enough on Mother and Father.” You pressed your advantage. “Think of how they’d feel.”

Lord Aster begrudgingly accepted. He would arrange for the royal family to welcome Prince Sylus in the grand hall. They would lead him to a feast, let him rest, and any announcements and official business would follow later.

You thanked Lord Aster and left his office, nervous and hopeful all at once.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself, as you walked alone down the corridors. Your family had finally agreed to a wish that had seemed impossible. And yet you had no one to tell, and nobody to celebrate with. Not until Sylus appeared to your family and the entire truth came out. You didn’t even dare run to Erin, in fear of causing another interruption to your fragile plans.

You settled into your cushioned swing in the greenhouse, wrapped in a thick shawl, swaying slowly as you watched the flowers.

You wondered what Sylus was up to, and whether he had already shed the Sun Guard armour. You wondered if he was speaking with his brother or catching up with someone else.

Then you caught a flash of movement from the corner of your eye.

You turned and found your eldest brother, Caine, standing there - wide-eyed, hair dishevelled, chest heaving like he’d run the entire way. He called your name and rushed toward you.

“Cai—“ you began, but he threw himself onto the swing, making it lurch sharply, and pulled you into a crushing hug. You scrambled to hold on, afraid you would tumble off the seat.

“Why are they doing this to you?” He asked, breathless. “I don’t understand. It makes no sense!”

“What are you talking about?” You managed to ask as your brother squeezed you in his arms like a vice. A fresh wave of anxiety flooded you.

He pulled back and looked at you, his hands still on your shoulders, “They’re marrying you off!”

“Oh—“ That’s what it was?

“I don’t know what’s gotten into them.” He cut you off again, still frantic. “To marry you to a man you’ve never met.”

Caine pulled you into another bear hug, making an oof sound escape you.

“My poor, little sister,” he carried on, and you genuinely thought that the crown prince might burst into tears. It sent a pang of guilt through your chest.

“Wait, Caine.” You tapped his back. “Hold on—“

“Don’t worry!” He squeezed you harder. “Big brother will help. I’ll fix this. I won’t let them force you into–.”

“No, listen to me!” You squirmed in his arms, desperate to stop his spiral. “Let me explain!”

Your brother paused and let go of you gingerly. He looked down at you, his big brown eyes tugging at your heartstrings.

“I wanted this,” you said carefully, looking him directly in the eyes. “I asked for this marriage.”

“But…” Your brother glanced around, making sure no servants were nearby, then dropped his voice. “That’s not where your heart lies.” He took your hands in his.

You closed your eyes with a tired sigh, “You knew, too?”

“Well, yes.” Your brother squeezed your hands, and you looked up at him. “I promised to support you, didn’t I?”

“Then… believe me when I say that I want this.” You leaned into your brother, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“Why would you take another fiancé?” Caine’s voice came from above you. He seemed calmer then, but still uncertain.

You took a few breaths, considering how to answer. I’m so tired of pretending, you thought. It wouldn’t hurt to tell him, would it?

“My knight is my fiancé,” you muttered into his collar, barely audible.

“Do you,” your brother whispered, “plan to run away with him?”

You shook your head into his shoulder. “They’re the same man. Prince Sylus is... Skye.” The words came out muffled, almost unintelligible, and you slumped even more onto your brother. Internally, you braced yourself, waiting for more anger. More disappointment. More fighting.

Your brother didn’t say anything; he just continued to hold you in silence, his fingers gently tapping your shoulders.

You pulled back and looked up at him, chewing on your lip. “Well?”

Your brother huffed a laugh and ruffled your hair, like he used to do when you were little. “I had a feeling.” His voice was warm and fond. “As soon as I met him on the field, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had seen him before.”

“And you’re not upset?” You felt tears prickle your eyes.

“What’s done is done.” He patted your shoulder gently.

You wanted to question him but at this point all you felt was relief.

“Mother and Father will learn tomorrow,” you said, tentatively. “Will you… Help us? If things get out of hand?”

“You can count on me,” Caine reassured you. Your brother’s calm and steady voice made you feel a tad more certain.

You leaned back into the swing, kicking the ground with your foot to set it swaying again.

“You’re a good lad, aren’t you?” You gave your brother a half-smile, poking him lightly in the rib.

“Yes, yes.” Your brother flinched and huffed a laugh. He ruffled your hair again as he swung the seat harder. “And you love to give me trouble.”

As you swung gently, looking up at the glass roof of the greenhouse, all you could think about was tomorrow. One more day, and Sylus would put an end to your secrets. You pictured your parents smiling. You imagined Sylus standing proudly at your side, as Caine and Sebastian congratulated you. Just as you’d daydreamed about it before, but this time you allowed yourself to believe it.

[m-jelly]

Helping a Friend

Levi x fem reader

Part 1

Kat was completely exhausted. Ever since she had started dating Erwin,  Levi’s towering, brilliantly cunning right-hand underboss, her life had been a whirlwind. Between adjusting to the sheer scale of the syndicate and her own heavy work week, she desperately needed a break. And since you were a fiercely loyal friend who happened to be dating the man who owned half the luxury real estate in the city, you knew exactly how to spoil her.

Levi’s empire wasn't just built on concrete and turf wars; he owned a massive chain of five-star hotels and high-end casinos. He used them to bleed the city's corrupt, wealthy elite dry, taking their millions and quietly funnelling them back into underfunded communities and local charities.

Naturally, you decided to take Kat to The Citadel, Levi’s crown jewel, a breathtaking, ultra-exclusive hotel and luxury spa in the heart of the city.

The catch? Because Levi and Erwin were fiercely obsessive and intensely protective, they kept you and Kat completely shielded from the public eye. The staff at the hotel knew that the Underboss and his Right Hand both had women they worshipped, and the rule was absolute: never cross them. But because no one had ever actually seen your faces, you were entirely anonymous.

You and Kat strolled into the glistening marble lobby of the hotel. You were dressed casually, both of you in comfy, high-end loungewear and sunglasses, totally relaxed. Kat was holding a coffee, looking around wide-eyed. "Are you sure we can just walk in here? This place looks like it charges a grand just to breathe the air."

"Relax, it's totally fine," you giggled, pulling your sunglasses down your nose. "Levi told me to use the VIP penthouse spa. We have the whole place to ourselves."

You approached the sleek, gold-accented concierge desk. Standing behind it was a woman in a sharp designer suit, her hair pulled back into a tight, severe bun. Her nametag read Victoria, General Manager. She was currently fawning over a wealthy couple dripping in diamonds, but when she saw you and Kat approach, her polite smile instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, snobbish sneer.

"Can I help you?" Victoria asked, her voice condescending as she looked at your casual clothes. "The public cafe is down the street. This lobby is strictly for registered guests."

"We're here for the penthouse spa," you said smoothly, leaning against the marble desk. "Under Ackerman."

Victoria froze. Her eyes went wide for a split second, a flash of pure panic crossing her face. The staff had been warned this morning that the Boss's woman and the Commander's woman might be stopping by. But as Victoria looked you and Kat up and down, noticing your lack of flashing diamonds or security entourages, a dark, arrogant assumption took over her mind.

There's no way these two ordinary girls are the legendary queens of the Ackerman syndicate, she thought. They're clout-chasers. Posers trying to get a free luxury treatment.

Victoria let out a mocking scoff, crossing her arms. "Ackerman? Nice try, sweetie. Do you think I'm stupid? Look at you. You think you can just walk into a five-star establishment, drop the owner's name, and get a free pass? I know exactly who the Boss is, and he wouldn't be caught dead with clout-chasers like you."

Kat’s jaw dropped, her eyes flashing with a dangerous spark. "Excuse me? Clout-chasers? Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"

"I'm talking to two girls who need to leave before I call security," Victoria snapped, leaning over the desk, her voice sharp and incredibly rude. "People like you come in here all the time trying to play games. You don't belong here. Now, get out of my lobby."

Oh, she had picked the wrong day to be an elitist brat.

You let out an amused laugh, stepping right into Victoria's space. "Listen to me, Victoria. You have exactly three seconds to fix that ugly attitude of yours before you find out exactly how much we 'belong' here. I suggest you check the private registry before you ruin your entire career."

"My career is perfectly safe, you little poser," Victoria hissed, completely losing her professional facade. "Security! Get these two out of—"

The heavy, glass double doors of the lobby suddenly flew open.

The entire atmosphere in the room plummeted into a suffocating, terrifying silence. The wealthy guests gasped, backing away as a dozen heavily armed men in sharp, tailored black suits flooded into the lobby, quickly securing the perimeter with military precision.

And walking right through the centre of the formation were Levi and Erwin.

They looked absolutely magnificent and lethal. Erwin was a towering, imposing figure in a crisp grey suit, his blonde hair immaculate, his presence radiating the cold, calculating intelligence of a mastermind. Beside him was Levi, looking like a god of the underworld in a black suit, his tie slightly loosened, and his eyes scanning the room like a hawk looking for prey.

Victoria's face turned white. She instantly smoothed down her suit, trembling as she scrambled out from behind the desk. "Mr Ackerman! Mr Smith! Welcome! I am so sorry for the commotion. I was just handling two intruders who—"

Levi didn't even look at her. He didn't even acknowledge her existence.

The moment his eyes locked onto you, the cold, murderous mob boss completely vanished. He broke into long strides, crossing the lobby in seconds. Erwin was right behind him, his blue eyes instantly locking onto Kat with a sudden, intense protectiveness.

"Sweetheart," Levi murmured, his deep voice echoing in the quiet lobby as his large, calloused hands locked around your waist, pulling you against him. He scanned your face frantically. "What happened? I got a text from the exterior security saying there was a dispute."

Erwin stepped up beside Kat, his massive frame completely towering over her as he wrapped a heavy, possessive arm around her shoulders, his blue eyes narrowing at the staff. "Are you alright, Kat? Did someone trouble you?"

Kat smirked, leaning into Erwin's side. "Oh, we're fine, Erwin. But the manager here had some really interesting words for us."

You looked up at Levi, a wicked, teasing smile on your lips as you patted his chest. "Yeah, Levi. Apparently, we're 'posers' and 'clout-chasers' who don't belong here. She was incredibly rude to us. She was actually just about to have security throw your girlfriend and Erwin's girl out into the street."

The entire lobby went so cold you could practically see your breath.

Levi’s hands on your waist went stiff. He slowly turned his head, his eyes locking onto Victoria. The lazy, affectionate warmth in his face vanished, replaced by that terrifying Italian fury. The aura of death radiating from him was so heavy that Victoria actually stumbled backwards, her knees knocking together in sheer terror.

"Che cazzo hai detto?" Levi snarled, his voice dropping into that broad, smooth Italian accent that meant someone was about to disappear. He stepped away from you, looming over the trembling manager like an executioner. "You dare speak to my woman like that? In my own house? Sei un'imbecille!"

"B-Boss, please! I didn't know!" Victoria sobbed as she dropped to her knees. "I thought they were lying! I was just protecting the hotel!"

Erwin let out a cold, dark chuckle, his hand gently stroking Kat’s hair. "Protecting the hotel? By insulting the woman who technically owns the deed to it? Brilliant business strategy, Victoria. You're fired. Get your things and clear out before I let the Boss handle this personally."

"Get her out of my sight before I bury her in the foundation," Levi growled to his men, his jaw clenching. Two massive guards instantly grabbed Victoria by her arms, dragging the wailing, apologising woman out of the lobby.

Levi let out an irritated click of his tongue, turning back to you. The fury melted right out of him, replaced by that obsessive, yandere sweetness. He stepped right back into your space, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck, letting out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, cara. I'll fire the entire hiring board for letting a piece of garbage like that work here. Did she upset you? Tell me what you want. I'll buy you a whole new spa."

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, looking over at Kat, who was happily whispering with a fiercely smiling Erwin.

"I'm perfectly fine, Levi," you smiled, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips. "But I think you owe Kat and me the VIP treatment after all that."

Levi's lips tugged into a dark smirk against yours, his grip tightening on your hips. "Anything you want, principessa. The whole palace is yours."

Levi was still holding you tightly against his chest, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your waist through your clothes, his jaw tight as he glared at the spot where the manager had just been dragged away.

"Come to the VIP area with us," you murmured, leaning back to look up at his beautiful eyes. "You and Erwin need to relax. Come to the pool."

Levi clicked his tongue, adjusting his cuffs. "I can't, cara. I have a meeting with the dock union leaders in twenty minutes, and Erwin has to review the casino laundered sheets. Go with Kat, my men will guard the doors."

You blinked, immediately letting out a soft, dramatic sigh. You puffed your bottom lip out into a perfect, devastating pout, crossing your arms over your chest. "Oh... alright. I guess since you're both too busy, Kat and I will just have to go up there all alone. Maybe if we get lonely, I'll just have to find some nice, handsome man in the lobby to look after us instead..."

Erwin’s eyebrows shot up.

Beside him, Levi went still. The air in the lobby froze all over again. Levi’s silver eyes darkened into pitch-black slits of pure, obsessive panic. The thought of another man looking in your direction, let alone looking after you, made a vein throb in his temple.

"Che cazzo hai detto?!" Levi growled, his hands instantly snapping back onto your hips, pulling you so close against his belt that you could feel his heart hammering. "You won't look at another man, principessa. You won't even think about it. Erwin, cancel the dock meeting. Cancel the casino sheets. We're going to the penthouse."

Erwin let out an amused chuckle, already pulling out his phone to text his captains. He glanced down at a smugly grinning Kat. "Consider it done, Boss. I value my life too much to let the Commander’s woman wander around a resort unescorted."

Ten minutes later, the four of you were inside the ultra-exclusive, glass-domed VIP penthouse spa. The entire floor was a tropical paradise high above the city skyline, featuring a massive heated infinity pool, private hot tubs, and lush green palms, all completely blocked off from the rest of the world.

You and Kat slipped into the luxury changing rooms, emerging in your favourite bikinis. You walked out onto the warm stone tiles, your bare feet slapping softly, showing off your beautiful curves. Kat was laughing, looking completely relaxed.

When you walked out to the edge of the pool, Levi and Erwin were already waiting in their swimsuits.

Seeing Levi out of his sharp, tailored suits was a religious experience. The underboss was built like a brick wall, lean, intensely muscular, with thick, tatted forearms and a broad chest covered in faint, pale battle scars that only made him look hotter. Beside him, Erwin looked like a literal Viking, his massive, towering frame covered in intricate sleeve tattoos that stretched across his broad shoulders.

The second Levi’s eyes locked onto you in your bikini, his breath hitched. His silver gaze was dark and completely feral as it raked over your hips and bust, his possessive instincts flaring to life.

"Look at you," Levi rasped, stepping forward and immediately wrapping his tatted arms around your bare, warm waist. He lifted you easily, ignoring your giggles as he stepped right into the heated crystalline water of the infinity pool. "Bringing me up here in a suit just to drive me insane in this bikini, brat."

"You love it," you teased, wrapping your legs around his hips as the warm water swirled around you both.

Across the pool, Erwin let out a deep, rumbling laugh as he easily scooped Kat up into his arms, carrying her into the water while she screamed with laughter, splashing him playfully. The terrifying, brutal Commander of the syndicate was completely soft, letting Kat splash his face while he smiled down at her with pure adoration.

For the next few hours, the concrete jungle and the brutal politics of the mafia completely vanished. It was just the four of you, playing, splashing, and having the absolute best time in your own private sanctuary. You floated on Levi’s chest, tracing the tattoos on his shoulders while he quietly murmured sweet, possessive Italian praise into your ear, his hands never leaving your skin.

Kat and Erwin were practically in their own world, racing across the pool and laughing so loudly the sound echoed off the glass dome.

As the sun began to set over the city, painting the sky in deep shades of gold and violet, you leaned your head against Levi’s wet shoulder, completely content. The terrifying underboss kissed the crown of your head, his arms holding you securely against his heart. You had successfully helped your friend, humbled an elitist manager, and gotten your obsessive mob boss all to yourself. It was a perfect day.

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