summary: “you are my advisor. you are to help me learn as i rule.” “will i teach you love as well?”
genre: fluff, medieval!au, ruler!reader, advisor!yanjun, sassy reader
notes and warnings: a little shorter but frick i couldn’t shake this idea i thought it was so cute
your father had ruled over the land, and though it was a small bit of land, he was a lord all the same and a man with good morale.
his spouse had passed shortly after you were born, so you had remained your father’s only heir
despite that, he had seen no problems with it, and never sought to find another spouse who could give him more children for his lineage.
so when your father passed, it was time for you to take up his spot as his rightful heir.
to say you were nervous was an understatement.
your father’s death was premature. he was still young. you were still young.
relatives of your family, brothers and sisters of your father had come to attend your father’s funeral
and with one family member came a gift
among these gifts was a person.
“you remember yanjun, don’t you dear?” one of your uncles had asked you, slapping a hand onto said yanjun’s shoulder.
it took you a moment, but you did remember who yanjun was.
a childhood friend of yours, though a bit older than you.
“i offer yanjun to you as an advisor. you’ll need it, as the new ruler,” your uncle offers
and, well, you can’t exactly turn it down. so you accept.
yanjun lived in chambers that were very close to yours
you would soon learn how the man lived his life, and very quickly.
yanjun was charming, no doubt about that.
he had the looks to impress anyone, and he had the knowledge to make sure you were making the right decisions.
wits truly were his weapon, and you realized that when yanjun had started acting… sweeter than usual.
though, it was subtle at first. things like “you’re looking dapper this morning, my lord.”
or “well i’m sure no one could beat the fierceness of you, little lord.”
little lord. god, you loved that name and hated it at the same time.
small fragments of flattery is how it started, and just that.
but it slowly began to escalate, even quicker this time.
yanjun would guide you through crowds with his hand on the small of your back
any time his hand made contact with your skin, it burned hot
soon, he wouldn’t be able to leave you without kissing a ring on your finger as he bowed on one knee
you two had reached a standstill
you, of course, had grown increasingly frustrated
because of course you were going to have to fall in love with your advisor.
how could you not have? with everything he’s been doing, it was impossible not to fall in love.
but yanjun was a charmer, he knew how to seduce everyone in the most subtle of ways, and you knew that.
so even as the ruler, you couldn’t just tell never look at another man or woman romantically ever again.
though you dreamed of the day where you could tell him that he could look at you and only you, no one else.
those dreams get pushed to the side quickly, though.
“an invitation to the ball of concord,” yanjun says, placing a piece of parchment in front of you. “you are expected to attend”
the ball of concord was an annual ball to gather all the kingdoms of the realm together, to remind everyone of the peace treaty made hundreds of years ago.
it was fun, but very political. especially for the new rulers like you.
“don’t worry,” yanjun says, cupping your cheek. “you will be fine. no one can charm a crowd like you can.”
his dimples run deep as he gives you a smile.
“except for you,” you respond, getting up from your seat and walking away.
“little lord?” yanjun asks, confused.
“there! there it is! you’re charming and you know how to make people fall for you.”
and yanjun is standing there, slowly starting to smile, looking at you knowingly.
you’ve fallen for him, and now he knows it.
and that makes you frustrated.
you take a step closer to him and look him dead in the eyes.
“you are my advisor,” you say, not breaking eye contact.
“you are to help me learn as i rule.”
yanjun gives you a smirk, resting his hands on your waist.
“aye, that’s right,” he responds, letting his face get even closer to yours.
“will i teach you love as well?”
your breath hitches and you can practically feel your stomach in your throat
so he smiles and presses a soft kiss to your temple.
then he pulls back and walks away, leaving you—his little lord—speechless.
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