Black female reader x Maekar / Black female reader and Baelor [Enemies]
After a bad first date with Maekar, Baelor tries to convince you to have a second date......
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"It's not in a museum. It's in my brother's palace" Maekar tells you.
"Well don't you think that the Cramby Jewellery should be returned to the people of Creyden? The town that's Eighty percent working class?" You put your napkin over you lap.
"No. That dress. Risqué choice" He nods at you.
You stare at him incredulously. It's a pleasant maroon that you thought complimented your black skin perfectly. "How? It's below the knee and I'm not revealing any boob"
The question remains unanswered as the Prince tucks into an imported chicken steak and potatoes.
"So" You pick at your pasta. "You're a Prince that works at your brainchild, Targ construction, do you relish your job?"
Maekar chuckles as he squeezes ketchup on his place. "Relish? My dear does anyone like their fucking job?"
"Yes. Yes Maekar they do!" You rub your palms on both sides of your cheeks. You'd really fucked up. You told your social circle that you were going on a date with a prince, but if you'd known how badly this was going to turn out, you would have taken this to the grave. You both argue over the bill. You're determined to pay. Maekar grabs the card reader and pays himself. You dejectedly get up.
"Thank you, for…..this evening My Lord. It was pleasant enough" You collect your bag.
"Hmmgh!" He grunts as he finishes off his plate.
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"Clown. That was the worst date I've EVER been on!" You relaxed on her bed eating popcorn. "Prince Maekar didn't like the dress. He was completely happy with Targ colonialism. Just a general stick in the mud with no passion for anything!"
"If anyone asks, we'll lie and say it was awesome and he flew you to Paris!" Clown hugs you.
"Agreed!" You cautiously take a small sip of her wine.
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A few days later you're typing at an open desk when your boss Emma cups your shoulder. "Y/N. Everyone is clearing out. Royalty is here to see you" She panics.
"What?" You look up at her.
Sure enough, King Baelor is shaking hands and complimenting bracelets and tattoos. He still looks regal for a guy that dressed in casual clothing with the Targ logo on them. "Thank you Emma. You've been a star this morning!" He gleefully hugs her, kissing her on the cheek.
"Oh! I'll leave you to it then!" She chuckles.
As soon as you and Baelor are left alone, a shift in the room changes. He eyes you weary suspicion. Marching over and shutting the door.
"Good…Morning my lord?" You sway nervously in your seat.
Baelor sits on a table. "Y/N. Why do you insist, in taking up my precious time?" He scolds you.
"I'm sorry? You stare at him.
He leans back with a yawn. "You courted my brother on Wednesday the Twenty Fourth. It's now the thirtieth" He brings his leg up underneath his knee. "He expected a call"
"Not from me!" You scoff. "The date was awful"
"Maekar doesn't seem to think so" Baelor gets out his phone. "Fortunately, my brother is useless with technology. He doesn't seem to realize that you 've blocked him on all your social platforms. But his children know. As do I" Baelor starts typing on his phone. "Looking at my brother's schedule, he can fit you in for Tuesday"
"My lord going out again would be pointless!" You reason.
"It's just one more date. And he prefers that you dress in green instead. You'll be getting the dress and matching under garments shortly" Baelor tells you.
"No I refuse!" You challenge him. "This is insane!"
"Y/N, my brother tires of women quickly. Just smile and nod your way though it" Baelor advises you.
"Absolutely not!" You push yourself away from your desk. "Find some Instagram escort!"
The king calmly rubs his forehead. "Name your price then"
"I don't have a fucking price!" You yell.
"I've heard. About your little sisters enrollment at MIT" Baelor raised his eyebrows. "She's currently in her second year. And requested a Twenty Six thousand dollar grant to advance her research and claim another year" The King taps his phone harshly against his legs. "It would be a shame if that grant was to suddenly be denied"
"Sir, you're disgusting!" You mouth hangs open, appalled.
"I take it, that's a yes for the second date" Baelor victoriously nods. "Your clothes and shoes will arrive through post. An uber will pick you up. He likes dates Fifteen minutes early. Understood?" He gets up.
You silently go back to working on your laptop, until he shuffles it back and slams it shut. "Understood?" He repeats with a glare.
"It was a terrible date" You reply bluntly. "We argued the entire time!"
"Maekar likes that" Baelor shrugs. "We can't control our kinks. And before you ask. Sex is not required. Not at this time anyway"
"Stay away from my family!" You warn.
"Y/N, I intend to. You just have to stick to the plan and coddle my brother to his hearts content. It's really that simple" Baelor talks to you like one would a child.
"Everyone thinks that the sun shines out of you. But…..you're an evil human being" You lecture.
"Y/N, I'm not a wrathful evil King. I'm not Maegor. I'm just an older brother" Baelor corrects you. He places a cold hand on your shoulder. "Who knows, if Maekar discards you, maybe I'll see you again, under more exultant circumstances!" He winks. "Have a great afternoon" He quickly leaves.
Emma and your colleagues come racing back in. Your forced to "smile and nod" as everyone freaks out over how wonderful and amazing the King is.
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