Drabble cuz I have an idea but it’s too late to write smth good n long rn
(Medieval fantasy esque, fem!princess!reader, emperor!ghost, kidnapping, suggestive)
Emperor!Simon didn’t really even want a wife, but his kingdom had been getting antsy, now that slivers of grey poked through his otherwise golden hairline, and he still hadn’t managed to foster an heir.
It’s wasn’t like he hadn’t had many admirers in his time, and he could’ve surely begun vetting out potential betrothals the old fashioned way, but he didn’t have the time anymore, what with being a war lord to neatly top off his blue-blood. He was not precisley searching for a wife when he invaded your kingdom, but you were quite exquisite…
At first, he thought you didn’t cry because you weren’t a delicate flower, but the way you fussed and complained left him conflicted.
You enjoyed soft things, a sweeter diet and velveteen dresses, the way your petals unfurled softened, yet seemed to carry underlying spikes alluded him, all until the truth spilled like the mead from the goblet you had thrown at him on day one, after he dared to suggest your new (temporary) bed wouldn’t be four-poster.
He hadn’t noticed your wandering eyes until his own mind began to walk off the beaten path, eyes slipping to you when he should be focused on upkeep and training, sitting there clenching your plump thighs as he handled a blade or slammed a man to the ground…
It seemed you were simply so very aroused that you had no time to wallow in your sorrows.
Perhaps it was wrong of him to consider himself the wolf and you the rabbit, were you really being chased by his shadow, or was he simply being herded?