scene from chapter 12 of ever after by @bubblesthemonsterartist because i loved that they got to rest and live with the mountain lions for a bit and that shirayuki got to experience Having A Father Around and i wish they had been able to stay forever 😩
as a side note one of these days maybe i'll learn how to draw a full body and maybe i'll even learn to draw two whole people interacting in the same frame and then i can actually draw ship fanart wouldnt that be exciting
Type of Work: Multi-Chapter Fanfic | Secret Nobility AU
Fandom: Akagami no Shirayukihime(Snow White with the Red Hair)
Pairing: Obi x Shirayuki
POV and Tense: Dual POVS's | 3rd POV | Past Tense
Genre and Subgenres: Romance, Mystery, Fantasy, Irish Mythology
Wordcount: 900+
CWs: Past kidnapping trauma,..(tbd)
Blurb:
Across the ocean to the west lies D'nali, a quaint island kingdom covered in lush forests and surrounded by steep sea cliffs. The Crown Prince of D'nali has sent his marriage proposal, however it shocks Zen and his court to see it's for Shirayuki. Through misfortune, a mystery and technicalities, she becomes the Duchess of Airmed. However Obi has no intentions of letting her be married off to a foreign prince, he takes it upon himself to subvert Zen and D’nali’s attempts to crown Shirayuki as Queen.
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When a request from the D’nali royal family comes in, pleading for a skilled herbalist, Shirayuki is the first one to volunteer. She couldn’t give up the opportunity to travel to a foreign kingdom to perform her duties. It was perfect timing that Obi burst through the pharmacy's doors, looking spooked out of his mind. But she didn’t want to travel alone, much less considering the whole trip would be by boat.
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With very little time to plan or pack they sailed off. Obi, having never told Shirayuki about her newfound nobledom, kept quiet and watched as her bodyguard. Whereas Shirayuki had begun to naively prepare for her encounter with a new set of royals.
Does your work contain NSFW content?: Yes, it probably will.
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He was relaxing in the branches of a tree not too far from Zen’s terrace. A fresh breeze swept past him, instantly cooling his sweat. The air was earthy, pleasantly sweet, and humid; there was no doubt, it would rain within the next few days. Flinging himself down off the branches, Obi made an agile landing in the soft grass below. Mumbling to himself, “I should probably go check-”
“OBI!” His name was shouted from the terrace above him, Zen’s.
“Of course..right as I jump down.” He breathed out, dipping down into side lunges to stretch his legs.
Zen peered below the terrace, spotting Obi, “I need you up here!” he gestured behind him, towards his office. “Be right up, Master.” Obi purred back to Zen. The moment the last strand of white hair disappeared from his view, he pounced back up the tree, ready to spring onto the terrace. Upon taking the first step onto the marble flooring, he noticed there was extra company waiting. The messenger wore elegant clothing, not as nice as Zen and his court, of course, but still respectable.
Obi could practically sense the uneasiness seeping from this stranger; many years spent people watching equipped him with such intuition.Finally, he spoke with a nervous stutter, “I begin by th- thanking Your Majesty,” he quickly bowed deep.
When he brought his head back up, the messenger immediately locked eyes with Zen. "Do you know wh- when she wi- ill provide her response?" he choked out.
"I haven't made her aware yet." Prince Zen replied sternly.
The messenger took a step closer to the desk, tossing his hands forward in exasperation, "She must be notified soon, Prince Leo expects a response to his proposal."
A flood of frustration washed over him; the office had grown incredibly stuffy and the stranger had already gotten on his nerves. A drip of sweat slipped down his back, the sudden feeling caused him to readjust his weight-an action that seemed to remind the messenger that he was still there, even though he blended into the shadows. Kiki exhaled from her nostrils, it was the only sound heard in that office in the pause of conversation. Obi watched as her and Mitsuhide exchanged curious glances at each other; they were stationed on either side of Zen’s side and could almost be overlooked as statues behind the princes’ chair. Obi supposed a headache has begun to affect the prince when he noticed him rubbing the bridge of his nose.
The messenger cleared his throat, “Regardless of her answer, she must still fulfill her duties as Duchess of Airmed!” he asserted with a raised voice. The tone caused Obi to peel himself from the shadows, the room filled with a heavy atmosphere with his intense stare on the messenger, the man shriveling back into himself, loosing any sort of confidence he may have gathered. Obi’s glare slipped to Zen, those deep blue eyes, he knew his face had practically begged for more information. Prince Zen’s patience appeared to be wearing thin when he slammed a handful of parchments down onto his desk, he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
He finally started to explain.
“The Crown Prince of D’nali has sent a marriage proposal for the Duchess of Airmed..” he spoke with uneasiness and begun to tap his fingers against the parchments in front of him, “The first inline for that title has recently passed away, from an unknown disease. The second has been missing for the last 4 years. The line third in line..” he trailed off again, this time the thump of his fingers were on a small photo among all the other documents, “..was Shirayuki’s mother..” Zen peeled the photo from his desk and flung it at Obi. He caught it mere inches from his face, as he examined the photo he couldn’t help but notice just how similar this delicate woman looked to Shirayuki-it was her mother after all. Zen continued on, “Shirayuki being the fourth and final remaining Airmed that’s known to take the title.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Obi begun to hear a ringing that grew unbearably loud, a sizzling heat flushed his face, and a strike of lightheadedness whipped him a step back. I know she’d choose her freedom above all-else. But still, there was a tiny consideration in the back of his mind, what if she DID pick the noble life? The image of her beaming smile overtook his thinking, he hadn’t even realized that Prince Zen and the messenger had already begun to continue their exchange.
“I’ll provide you with an answer within the next few days..” Zen breathed out, his usual cool demeanor nowhere to be seen from the moment the conversation had started. The messengers assertiveness practically humbled him to submission. “..she doesn’t even know anything about her mother yet.”
DING -
The sudden peal from a bell tower startled everyone in the office; the tension in the room had popped, leaving a sense of deflation.
“I will remain here for another 3 days before I have my final meeting with Crown Prince Izana and return home.” he did not give Zen the chance to oppose, he swiftly gathered himself and disappeared out the door.
The mere mention of Izana seemed to get a reaction out of Zen. The others might not have noticed that vein popping in the Prince’s right hand, his grip so tight around his pen it could break. The prince let out a long breathe, and at the same time the terrace door was slid open. If Zen was this passive to him, then he has no power to resist him. Barely a flash of dark hair could be seen as Obi launched himself into the trees, he scurried away without saying a word.
