As a young 𝒬𝒰𝐸𝐸𝒩-𝒯𝒪-𝐵𝐸, freshly betrothed to a boy she’d never met, the redheaded royal made the decision to reclaim the slightest bit of agency left in a life that had never been hers to choose – she was going to meet the mysterious prince all but his parents were forbidden to encounter. With or without official permission. Curiosity & defiance made a stunning combination for a young teen.
There had been a physical barrier separating them, coupled with the fact that she knew nothing but rumors about him… Still, sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ. Medusa saw an opportunity and took it. And in doing so, an understanding between them formed. Growing into 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.
𝙉𝙤𝙬. The simpler times of adolescence long lost to the years behind them. Too many counts of 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘍𝘌 and 𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘜𝘔𝘈 – stemming from external forces and within their own marriage.
Like their 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶, there was a barrier between them – only now, tempered glass was nothing compared to the 𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇 that stood erected, borne out of her every negativity associated with the former king. Lingering 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 over his past actions. 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓 over whether she truly knew the man she’d pledged her lifelong companionship to. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 of permitting him too close to hurt her all over again.
Yet there were still the embers of 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 among the ashes of their mangled relationship. For her, that was reason enough to hint requesting advice from female associates. ( To outright ask for relationship aid? 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙. )
And once again – like their 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 – she made the choice to sᴇᴇᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ.
“Blackagar.” Not ‘husband’. Not ʏᴇᴛ. “If you are available tomorrow, would you care to partake in…” ( How did she feel this self-conscious of all times? In front of the man who’d seen all sorts of vulnerabilities from her? ) Medusa exhaled, regaining the famed self-control of a monarch. “…A 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 that human couples do?”
black bolt was a person who often trusted his own ideals, his own decisions, rather than that of others. as a result, he often did what he felt best for attilan WITHOUT consulting the people closest to him, and unfortunately, sometimes those people included his own wife, medusa. he'd since apologized, but he knew that forgiveness didn't come easy. there were worse things in life than the struggle of not being able to speak, for that was simply discipline, trained through years of solitary confinement. learning how to trust other people was something else altogether, for he'd led the inhumans in absolute silence, and in that silence, they trusted him. in his silence, he'd kept secrets from his people. from his family. from his wife.
slowly, they were working to restore what was left of their relationship. if he could withstand years of solitude, surely a few months would make no difference. but if there were a truth that could be garnered from the humans, it was that one only understood the worth of something when it was lost. and black bolt was lucky enough to still have medusa by his side, even if they were only slightly MORE than estranged. when it came to affection, to love, to what they once shared, they still had a lot to work towards. but if anything defined black bolt, it was determination. steadfast in his approach.
the way she'd called his name cut deep, for it was clear that they were nowhere near husband and wife, except for in name. still, he didn't let it show on his expression except for a brief purse of his lips, and merely turned slightly, his eyes fixated on hers to let her know he was listening. her request, however, made his brows raise in surprise, then frowned in confusion as he spoke to her telepathically. < what is 'dating'? are we in trouble? >
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