Almost Royal (4)
Summary: You & Dean talk about logistics about bringing Opal to his country--and how to keep her away from the press that wonât stay away.
Pairing: King!Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: None that I can think think of? Unedited.
1/18/23 LOLOLOL I HAVE THE OTHER CHAPTER WRITTEN THOUGH I PROMISE
Masterlist
You canât stand how nice the plane is. Youâve been in first class approximately once in your life, and you were crying so hard you couldnât enjoy it at all. Deanâs private plan puts what little you remember to shame. The interior was gold and green, velvet and plush touching your skin so softly it felt inappropriate.
âI feel like itâs too expensive to breathe,â Opal mumbles to you, once youâve reached the air and Dean went to the restroom.
âGet used to it baby bear,â you mutter. âIt only goes up from here.â
She nods, looking out to the clouds in wonder, curiosity, and a smidge of anxiety.Â
âSpill it.â
âI donât know,â she sighs out, biting her thumbnail. âIâm so excited, and happy to be here with both of you butâŚbut what if the more time we spend time together, the less he likes me?â Her eyes build with tears, and you immediately take her hands in yours, reaching across the table between you.
âBaby bear.â
âAnd, and what if I donât fit in? What if they donât like me? What if you end up hating me for making you go back?â
âNever.â You cut her off vehemently. âI could never hate you for anything you do. You could put an axe through my foot right now and Iâd still love you until my dying breathââ
âAnd mine.â
You both look up to see Dean standing a ways away, clearly having heard most of your conversation. âI havenât known for as nearly as long as I should, but I do love you Opal. Until my dying breathe I will not let you go again.â
A few tears slide down Opalâs cheeks, but Dean catches them quickly and sits down beside her. You watch them tenderly before getting back to the task at hand.
âSo whatâs the game plan?â
Opal gives you a confused look but Dean only nods. You both lock eyes, and a strange understanding settles between you two.
âI think our primary goal is the same,â he says. âWe keep his far away from the press.â
âItâs a needed precaution,â you explain when you see your daughterâs face fall. âThe press are vultures who will skin you alive for every single answer you give and then some. Theyâll be looking for all the wrong things in your wordsâfrom stuttering to the wrong adjective to the wrong pronunciation. Theyâre waiting for you to fall.â
âAnd we wonât let that happen,â Dean continues. âWeâre going to try and mask you both from the public as much as possible in order to control which way the story goes, and to ensure they see you for who you are.â
He waits for her to nod before moving on. âYou both will be staying close to me in the palace under the guise of being Samâs friends who are over for the occasionââ
âSam? I get to meet my Uncle Sam soon?â Opal breathes.Â
âYou sound more excited to meet him than you did me,â Dean jokes, bumping her shoulder with his. Your heart warms at their collective laugh. It doesnât take long before he gets serious again. âI plan to reveal you two at the Announcement Ball.â
You balk at his words, unable to keep your jaw from dropping. âAre you sure? Are you serious?â
Dean doesnât shy away from your eye contact. âOf course.â
âMom? Dad? Whatâs the Announcement Ball?â
You canât answer her. âThey wonât let you. You know that the wonât let you right.â
Dean only raises an eyebrow. âI donât care who they are, Iâve made my decision.â
âIf youâre even the slightest bit hesitantââ
Opal tugs on Deanâs sleeves with a soft calling of âDad?â And despite the seriousness of the conversation, you smirk at how he melts instantaneously at her puppy dog eyes.Â
âThe Announcement Ball is a tradition my lineage has, where we officially name our successors for the throne, legitimizing who we decide is our blood.â
âAndâŚand you want to announceâŚme?â
âIf youâre up for it kid.â
Opal swallows before closing her eyes tightly. âI donât want to cry anymore than I already have.â
Dean laughs, taking her hand in his. âWhen I told you Iâm not letting you go, I meant it kid. After the announcement, weâll have all the time in the world.â He then clears his throat. âTo prepare you for court and the public, you both will be participating within 3 weeks worth of events to show who you are. That you belong here. So that by the time I name you Opal, no one would have any reason to oppose.â
She smiles so hard that both of you canât help but mirror her emotion.
âSam is going to pick us up,â Dean adds. âHeâs also agreed to take you both on and be your benefactor for the events. He has access to both our funds to make sure you both fit in well. God knows youâll need it.â
A bitter taste blooms in your mouth at his last comment. You try not to fidget with the 6 year old coat that you have yet to take off, but it must show on your face because Dean tries to backtrack.Â
âThatâI didnât mean it like thatââ
âExcuse me?â You ignore him, giving a kind smile to the one flight attendant youâve seen. âWhat snacks do you have on board?â
âWe have granola, trail mix, fresh cut seasonal fruit, smoothiesââ
âCan we have some granola?â Opal interrupts, and the flight attendant nods. âNo peanuts please!â
âAre you allergic?â Dean asks.
You nod as sheâs handed the food. âWalnuts are the worst.â
He nods, sinking into his seat. âSeems like there's so many things I have to learn about you.â
âWell,â Opal says over the food. âWe now have the rest of our lives.â
You all fall asleep for the rest of the flight.
Youâre the first to wake up, and realize youâve stepped into a nightmare. The plane is slowly touching down, and you see massive amounts of cars, and people, andâŚ
Cameras.
The press.
âDean,â you almost scream out, shaking him vigorously from where he sits across from you. Opalâs head slips off of his shoulder when you gesture to the window. âTheyâre here.â
An expletive slips out of his mouth immediately, his face red with anger. He whips out his phone as you question him.Â
âHow?!â
âI donât knowââ
âDid they know you left?â
âThis is our stealth plane, the royal crest isnât anywhere near thisââ
âIf they hurt her Deanââ
âThey wonât!â He snaps, determination set on his face. âThey wonât.â
You nod, and both of you know. Digging into a backpack you kept with you, you pull out a large, old college sweatshirt. Dean grabs his sunglasses and a scarf the flight attendant hands him.Â
Opal barely wakes up as you both help her pull the items on, just in time for the announcement that you could disembark within the next 5 minutes.
âKeep your head low,â you warn. âDonât say anything, get straight to the car. Weâll be right behind you.â
âSamâs ready,â Dean confirms. âLetâs go.â
All of you hold your breath. Dean is in front, youâre in the back with Opal in between you. The plane door lowersâŚ
And they pounce.
Their words garble together, with blinding lights and yelling that causes a major sensory overload. You and Dean both have a strong hold on Opal, with Deanâs bodyguard strongly leading the way from where he came from the car. The press jostles all of you, the wave of the crowd ebbing strongly to try to get your line to break. The whole time you keep gently squeezing your daughterâs hand, her squeezing back just as grounding.
âKing Dean! Is it true that this is your illegitimate daughter?!â
Opal flinches.
âIs this your new mistress?!â
You bite hard on your tongue.
âKing Dean, is this another one of your charity cases?!â
Dean glares straight ahead.
âKing Dean, is this the help that fled the palace? Was she hiding your secret love child?â
They continue to press in. And in. And in.
And finally youâre at the car door. Dean slips in, and then somehow your strong formation breaks. Opal ends up behind you, on the ground, on her hands and kneesâ
You try to get to her but youâre shoved inside the car. Without another thought you climbed straight over Deanâs lap to get out on the other side, scrambling to your baby girl.
Just to see that the crowd was silent.
Theyâre in a semi-circle around her, but sheâs not actually on the groundâŚsheâs helping a fallen reporter. Her scarf has fallen so that her soft smile shines, and beyond the camera clicks, you hear Opal ask if the fallen reporter is okay. They only nod in shock.
âBaby bear,â you choke out. Opal gets up with the person on the ground, nodding before following you to the car.
Inside, Dean doesnât let her go. And you can finally breathe.
âWell,â a familiar voice says. Your eyes widen at Sam sitting in the passenger seat. âThat was quite an entrance.â
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