The peace that has blessed Wysteria for decades is suddenly threatened when a dormant desire of a King emerges. Striving to be the strong ruler the late Queen was, the Princess slowly uncovers her mother’s well hidden past, as it plagued by tragedy and haunted by death.
Meanwhile, the young princess’s relationship with a soon to be knight becomes frustrating as he refuses to understand her duties to the country. Confused and hurt, a dashing prince from a questionable neighboring country allows her to confide in him. What merely started out as “shoulders to lean on” quickly escalates to more passionate emotions.
All comes crashing down when danger itself seeks her out...
I had wondered whether or not I wanted to add another part to this story, but people seemed to like it and there have been some requests for me to continue. The only warning for this is character death. I hope you all like this story, and thank you to everyone who enjoyed the original story.
Nico X MC
Nico couldn’t explain what came over him as he stood in the doorway of the dark room. The edges of his vision were stained red with anger. He thought about the princess, the young woman he had been taking care of ever since she stepped foot in the palace. She was the sweetest, most adored princess Wysteria had ever met. It wasn’t right that she was being forced to marry a controlling, aggressive, arrogant man, but with a war on the horizon, Wysteria needed an ally. Nico had sent word to Byron, but his reply had come too late. Protea had reached out first, and as the war drew closer, there seemed to be no other choice.
“You’re not the princess,” the man on the bed looked Nico up and down with a frown. “What are you doing in here? Where’s my princess?” The once future king must not have heard what Nico said because he foolishly spit out, “Attendant, as your future king, I demand go find her and send her back here immediately.”
All Nico could see now was red. “You shouldn’t have made so many enemies,” he growled. “You shouldn’t have come waltzing in here like you owned the place. You shouldn’t have hurt our princess, and you definitely shouldn’t have made me mad.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I told you to go find the princess and send her back to me! Drag her back by force if you must!”
All Nico could feel was the rage that made his blood boil and the cool metal of the dagger in his hand. “Death is too good for you,” he muttered angrily as he made his way over to the bed. As his dagger pierced through the heart off the man before him, he finished, “But I guess it will have to do.” With that, Nico ripped the dagger from the soon to be deceased future king’s chest.
The blood flowed from the wound, staining Nico’s hands a deep, crimson red. The dead man flopped back on the bed, his eyes glazing over and his hands falling to his sides. Nico gulped and wiped the dagger on the bed, removing a majority of the blood from the silver weapon. He stared at the body with a look of utter disgust on his face. A small drop of blood fell from his dagger and hit the floor with a soft thud. It was then that he remembered he had promised a terrified and trembling princess a glass of water to calm her down.
He must have forgotten that leaving the body behind was a bad idea in his haste to get back to the princess. It was a foolish mistake, one that Nico could have avoided if he had been thinking clearly, but the fact merely slipped his mind. He went to the kitchen instead to grabbed the water. Before he retrieved a glass for the water, Nico scrubbed his hands, face, and shirt with water. Blood stains would give everything away.
Now with a glass of water in his hand, Nico returned to his room. He knocked before opening the door. “I’m sorry for taking so long,” he said as he stepped inside. He placed the water on a nearby table and shrugged on his coat so as to hide any blood stains left over. The dagger was returned to its original hiding place, tucked deep away where no one could lay eyes on it.
“I don’t mind,” the princess said with a smile. “The longer you take, the longer I get to stay here.” She looked at her hands and murmured, “I suppose I’ll have to leave soon. If he finds out that I’m here-”
“Stay here as long as you like.” Nico smiled and handed her the water. “There’s nothing to fear.”
[MidCin] : And the Clock Struck Midnight ~ {MCxByron}
Catharia’s Note: Just an excuse to write about Byron Wager. I have been stewing over this and because of work I haven’t really had a chance to type this out. I hope you guys will enjoy and feel free to comment and whatnot.
Warnings: (Good Ol’) Angst, Post-Break Up
The myriad of beautiful gowns swirled around the young woman who gracefully stepped in unison with both the music and man before her. She met a pair of watchful gray-blue eyes who trailed themselves over her delicate form which almost made her falter. A small smile appeared on her painted lips as her husband gracefully lead her into the final sequence of steps as the music reached a conclusion signaling the end of the dance. The Grand Ballroom was them engulfed with the sound of applause coming from the dancers as the orchestra stood up and bowed towards them.
"Are you tired?" The deep baritone of her King caught her attention as he offered her his arm which she immediately accepted.
"I'm fine." The woman replied and allowed her husband to lead her towards one of the vacant chaise lounges by the elaborate decorated wall. "Maybe just a bit thirsty."
With an elegant flick of her husband's hand, a butler shortly approached the couple and Byron offered his wife a glass of champagne before taking a seat beside her. Presently, the newly-wedded King and Queen of Stein had been invited to the occasion and it was the first public event they attended as a couple.
Silence stretched between the two and the young bride could only sip the cold glass of alcohol she had been offered while the man beside her remained unmoving. It was like the first time he met her--a diplomatic visit from Stein, which not under special circumstances. She was timid and soft-spoken for the duration of their brief conversation but she took a liking to him. Of course, she was beautiful and charming like most women who came from nobility yet it was not enough to break his icy demeanour.
The Crown Princess of Protea--now Queen of Stein--watched as the dance floor cleared once more when another group of guests made their way unto the center. In a few moments, a new song started and she immediately recognized the melody being played as one of Wysteria's popular waltzes. The soft melody sailed through the room and in the corner of her eye, the Princess watched her husband's eye begin to scan the floor as if in search for something--rather, someone, through the crowd of dancers.
She was here.
Their engagement was brief and rather rushed, she would say. But who was she to complain having to marry another powerful and handsome man of another kingdom. The crown Princess of Protea had been blinded by the prospect of marrying the esteemed and noble Byron Wagner that she paid no mind to the gossip--she was a rebound from his previous engagement to another well-known individual, the Princess-elect of Wysteria.
It was halfway through the dance that the young woman finally spotted her--The Wysterian Princess. The said royal was gracefully twirled by her dance partner, sending her lace and pearl embroidered satin skirts in an elegant flurry. The young woman's chestnut tresses had been styled in loose curls and decorated in small diamonds to compliment her own features--especially those gentle cinnamon-coloured eyes. Beside her, the King of Stein remained quiet but she could tell that he had caught sight of the other woman for his body stiffened ever so slightly.
I wish you would look at me like that.
Jealousy welled up in the girl's chest as she bit her tongue and lifted the flute of champagne to ease the slight sting. It was unfair. She was the Queen of Stein who is greatly admired and could get anything she wanted. Anything but her husband's affections which remained elsewhere.
Although her husband had never mistreated her for the duration of both their engagement and marriage, the Queen of Stein could not bear to watch her husband stare longingly at the woman who broke his heart in the first place.
"May I be excused?" The female spoke after setting down the empty glass then making a move to stand.
Before the raven-haired King could offer his wife any accompaniment, the female quickly dropped into a curtsy and made her way towards the lieu with one of her ladies-in-waiting following closely behind.
As lively melody ended, the Wysterian Princess moved unto a curtsey as she bowed her head towards her dance partner who returned the gesture. Shortly, the said female weaved through the crowd to make her way towards one of the refreshment tables where she briefly stood and conversed with a few Laurellian nobles.
Giles had promised her that an hour or two of dancing and conversations with a few noblemen and women would be sufficient enough until she could return home. The Princess had prayed hard to whatever gods were above that she would not run into the king yet fate seemed to have other ideas.
A calm gray eye trailed over the familiar figure of Wysteria's Princess as she excused herself from one of Laurella's nobles. The brunette soon disappeared behind one of the glass doors leading unto a balcony that looked over Stein's royal gardens--perhaps for some fresh air. It had only been a few years since the two had last seen each other and yet the mere sight of the woman he loved flooded him with emotions. Five years had since passed since Byron and the Princess of Wysteria both decided to dissolve their engagement and live separate lives--much to the shock of both Wysteria and Stein's citizens who approved of the match unlike the nobles.
From across the ballroom, Byron watched the moonlight bathe the Princess' silhouette as she stood by the balustrade, gazing at the starry sky all the while holding a small flute of champagne. He silently wondered if it was possible that she looked much more beautiful after all those years they had been separated. The raven-haired king observed for a few more moments before finally making his way over to her all the while ignoring the glances of some men and women whom he had passed.
Etiquette be damned.
The sound of laughter and idle chatter became much more faint as he entered the balcony. The woman clad in blue remained quiet, not indicating that she had heard him enter the small space, and continued to gaze at the night sky.
"Good Evening."
The Princess of Wysteria blinked at the familiar voice of the man she had been avoiding the whole night. The female plastered on a smile before tuning towards the King of Stein and dropping into a graceful curtsey before meeting a stormy grey eye.
"Ah, Your Majesty." The brunette greeted the regally dressed man with a smile. "It has been a while."
"Yes…It has been." The man replied as he slowly made his way over to the balustrade to look over the dimly lit garden. "You look…beautiful."
"T-Thank you." The female averted her eyes as she sipped the last of her drink while watching the night sky. "It's a bit late but--Congratulations on your marriage."
For years she had done a marvelous job in lying to herself and the one she loved in the hopes of doing what is best for both their countries in the future. Even after five years, the Wysterian Princess dreaded having to take part in any social event that Byron would be attending--forcing her to interact with him which she deemed to be too painful. The Princess of Wysteria turned her head towards her ex-lover and fiancée only to find him staring at her intently.
"I-Is something wrong?"
"Do you regret it?" The sudden question and intense look coming from the King of Stein caught the female off guard making her take a step back.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Do you regret your decision?"
A sudden gust of wind hit the two royals which ruffled the their respective cape and skirts. The blowing wind could not deter the female from turning her gaze away from that burning grey orb. She would be lying if she said that she didn't miss him at all--she loved him still.
"Sometimes." A wistful smile slowly creeped into the young woman's face as she lowered her gaze. "But it was for the best. "
Even after five years, she could not find anyone that filled the void in her heart. She promptly ignored the court's insistence of her finding a husband and instead immersed herself in her work, choosing to rule alone.
Now, here she was. Alone and feeling more miserable in front of the only person whom she had ever loved. She sent a fleeting glance at the entrance to the ballroom and she could see a few individuals who seemed to be peering through the near translucent curtains into the balcony.
"It was nice to see you, Your Majesty, but I must be on my way." The Princess of Wysteria bowed her head an indication that she was prepared to leave. "Please excuse me."
It was risky being alone with Byron for too long and she did not want to make a scene at such a formal gathering--it would be a scandal. A quick retreat was in order and she would do so subtly and immediately make her way home. The female she slowly edged from the regally dressed royal, promptly leaving him on the balcony.
As the princess of Wysteria approached the ballroom, another silhouette stood in front of making her step aside. Hostility radiated off the Queen of Stein who stared at her intently and she met those eyes with unflinching confidence. If looks could kill then the brunette would have been dead before she could take a step from the ballroom but she would not be swayed easily, especially knowing that she did nothing wrong.
Well…That's not what the Queen of Stein thinks.
"Stay away from him." The woman spoke softly enough for only for her to hear as she passed her while reentering the lively ballroom. "He's mine."
I know.
Years of etiquette that had been ingrained on the brunette kept her emotions from easily being read by others--an advantage she had learned to appreciate. The brunette carried herself with poise and grace that would make Giles proud if he saw her. The crowd parted as Wysteria's princess walked on, ignoring their glances whilst keeping her cool gaze. A few more people took a few steps back to make way for her as she continued towards the ballroom's large and elegantly decorated doors.
It was only until that the Princess reached the empty halls and was boarding her carriage when she heard the sound of the nearby castle clock tower's bell chiming. The cold midnight air made her shiver as she turned around to cast one last longing glimpse of the castle before disappearing into her carriage.
Goodbye.
Unknowingly, steel gray eyes followed the runaway princess' figure as she cast a brief look over the stone building then climbing unto her carriage. Byron could see past that careful mask the woman wore for the whole evening and he found remorse and sadness although she tried so hard to hide it.
It didn't matter if they still loved each other.
It was already too late for they had chosen their paths.
Sid stood on the balcony outside the apartment he and Adra used to share. The cool night air blew past him ruffling his hair blowing small strands in his face. A deep growl came from his lips as his fist pounded against the railing repeatedly. All his anger slamming into the steel bar,
“Fuck!”
He screamed his voice echoing across the sleepy city beneath him,
“Why the hell did you do something so stupid”
His mind flashed back to exact moment he had lost her. It was two am on a Friday night, closing time at his favorite bar. Adra was working the night shift at the local hospital before she left she had asked him not to get too drunk. She knew he routine all too well, he sat at the bar plastered. His mind fuzzy from the alcohol, when a young girl who was just as drunk as he began to hit on him. He knew deep inside it was wrong but it felt so good to be wanted by a younger girl.
In the meantime, Adra was finishing up her shift at the hospital sighing under breath she spoke in a soft voice,
“I really hope he isn’t wasted again”
She pulled her bag over her shoulder heading for home. Sid unlocked the door to the apartment the door hitting the wall as their bodies slammed into it a mess of sloppy kisses and groping hands. Adra stared down at the sparkling blue engagement on his finger as she rode the elevator to the thirteenth floor. A ding snapped her back to her senses, stepping out of the elevator she continued to play with her engagement ring sliding it back and forth across her finger. She had a sinking feeling in pit of her stomach, but just shook it off like see did everything else that concerned Sid.
She dug through her bag pulling her keys from deep inside, rounding the corner she looked up to see their apartment door cracked open. A smirked formed on her face rolling her eyes, she pushed the door open half expecting to see Sid passed out on the couch asleep, but the room was silent. She saw the bedroom door closed, she heard muffled moaning coming from the door. She rolled her eyes one more thinking he was watching porn again,
“God, he is always horny”
Her words rolling off her lips pushing the door open,
“You know you could have waited until I got-“
Her words stopped mid-sentence, the sight before her rendering her speechless. Long blonde locks cascaded down a tanned bare back, the white sheets she picked out with Sid wrapped around her bare ass. Her mouthed dropped open at the sight of Sid underneath her bouncing body his eyes closed, mouth agape.
“Sid…”
Her tears wouldn’t stop streaming down her face watching the spectacle in front of her. Her soft whisper reach his ears, he looked up at Adra. The image of her face forever burnt into his memory. Her chest rising as she tried desperately to hold back her tears,
“Oh, god Adra”
He pushed the young blonde off him grabbing the sheets and wrapping them around his waist. He stood in front of her, tears welled in her eyes.
“I’m sor-“
She held her left hand up to his face, stopping him from speaking. Her eyes landed on the ring on her finger. Taking his hand in hers, she slipped the ring off her finger and placed it into his open hand closing his palm around it. Turning away saying nothing to him at all, her back convulsing as he watched her leave. Dropping to his knees, as the door shut behind her.
He hung over the balcony crying, tears running down his face. His knuckles now a bloody mess, he opened his hand. Her ring laid inside, he heart breaking in his chest, he knew that he had hurt her in a way she should have never been hurt. His arm outstretched over the railing, turning his hand dropping the ring thirteen floors to the ground below. Cracking the gem just as both of their lives had been fractured.
I have to request some NSFW Sid!! Scenario..public sex while out on a date
Smoothing out my skirt, I gently placed myself down on the blanket Sid had set out for us. The tall grass crumpled beneath could have easily been mistaken for a plush cushion. Slipping off my shoes, I stretched my legs out to tickle my toes against the blades of our green fortress, nearly towering over me. The cooling sensation was relaxing.
Other couples had found their spots along the shore of the lake, spread out of course. This particular lake star viewing festival in Laurelia was mainly for couples, to gaze upon the sea of stars out in the wilderness. Before I became princess, I had never heard of this romantic festival, and now I couldn’t remember how it was brought to my attention, because I was here! I was really here, with the love of my life.
“Eeee!” I squealed as Sid sat next to me, cradling my body against his, his hot body contrasting with the cool terrain. “I’m so excited! I’ve never done something like this!”
“I knew you’d love this,” his breath caressed my neck, pulling me close to him, “the best part is the privacy.” His grin could be felt on the soft hairs of my nape. Having him this close almost made me feel like I was in my own “home away from home.”
“With this tall grass, I can see why couples enjoy coming here. I saw plenty of people before we settled in, but now I can’t really hear or see anybody-”
Sid’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me down to the blanket. It took a moment for me to process what had just happened. The sudden gesture sparked my core, sending chills down my bare legs. Securing me next to him, we made ourselves comfortable, almost too comfortable. His hand wasted no time in finding my breast, slightly exposed by my summer blouse, squeezing and massaging it as tiny moans fell from my lips.
“Sid,” my whimpers were nearly drowned out by the rustling the grasses around us. “Not here. I don’t want anyone to see us… like this.” I knew there was a reason I dressed for hot weather for he was heating me up faster than noon.
“They won’t,” his teeth nipped at my earlobe, his other hand gliding up the loose folds of my skirt, dancing on my skin the whole way, “as long as we’re quiet.” I felt his fingertips against my panties, a shrill of pleasure pulsated through my skin.
“Aa-!” the strong bicep that pillowed head brought my face towards him, his lips capturing my cries of delight, his fingers slipping underneath the cotton barrier. The spark I felt earlier erupted into fire as I writhed against him, becoming drunk on the peaking thrill his fingertips delivered, teasing to go further, deeper.
“Why here?” I gasped between breaths of our kiss, growing more passionate by the second. “Why now?” My leg wrapped around his torso, giving him more access to my slick folds, desperately hoping he could hear my silent invitation. Refusing to answer me with words, his tongue lured be back into our kiss as his fingers delved inside.
The intensity of his magic forced me to throw my head back, breaking our kiss, yet forcing his lips into my chest as he seamless switched from kisses to nips and licks. My fingers entangled themselves in his hair, my eyes focusing on the twinkling stars above us for the first time that night.
Rosita stood in front of her balcony window, mesmerized by the swaying tops of the trees as their leaves glistened in the moonlight. The storm was getting worse as the rain washed over the glass panes. Although it looked chaotic outside, inside, the princess felt somewhat at peace.
“You know,” Nico appeared behind her, locking her waist in his arms to pull her close, “you shouldn’t be standing so close to the window on nights like this.” Resting his chin in her shoulder, he nuzzled his face into her hair to take in her warm scent.
“Oh yeah?” Rosita giggled, feeling his hands running circles down to her thighs as he pressed his body against hers. “Why is that, Nico?”
“Because on nights like this, vampires are lurking about,” his lips grazed her ear as his low voice tickled her spine, “searching for unsuspecting prey-”
“Stop teasing me,” matching his low tone, her arm reached behind her head, running her fingers through his hair.
“And when they find what they’re looking for,” gliding his hand up her chest, he slowly undid the front buttons of her dress while his alluring voice kept her distracted, “they can’t help but want a little taste.”
Running the tip of his tongue along her neck, he pressed her body up against the freezing glass. With her dress now fallen to her ankles, her bare breasts squeaked with the condensation from the window.
“Oh, God, Nico!” she shrieked, his body so close to hers, she felt him quickly undo his belt, his pant falling to the floor. Turning as best she could, her eyes found his, begging for him to continue. “Nico, I- aah!”
Slowly, but forcefully, Nico pushed himself inside her slick entrance, hot and throbbing. Hands now at her hips, she used her newfound freedom to press her hands against the window to relieve some pressure.
“Rosita,” he panted, his thrusts shaking the window, her breasts slipping up and down the glass, their moans drowning out any squeaking. Leaning forward, his teeth sunk into sweat beaded flesh of her neck.
“Nngh!” his princess winced in pain, despite the hint of pleasure she felt from the gesture. Pulling back, Nico licked up any leftover saliva before thrusting harder, faster.
“P-princess!” he shouted, delivering his last thrusts as his seed shot deep inside her. The immense pleasure she felt left her fevered and dizzy as her hands clenched so tightly against her window, her knuckles turned white.
Then, there was a loud knock at her door. Gasping in shock, she had no time to react before Nico pulled the curtain over the two of them. Still panting from the exertion, the small space quickly turned humid, making both of them hotter.
Her door swung open, a clad of footsteps followed.
“Princess Rosita?” Alyn called out, somewhat panicked. “Princess Rosita, are you in here?”
Clasping his hand tightly around her mouth, Nico silenced her heavy breathing, his member still throbbing inside her as their mixed juices drizzled down his leg.
“Ssshhhhh,” his whisper was more like a hiss, flicking his tongue against her earring.
“That’s odd,” the captain of the knights scratched his head as he glanced around the room, searching for any signs of life. “I could have sworn I heard-“
Rosita heard nothing, she was completely focused on keeping silent as Nico continued to slowly push himself in and out, a devilish smirk smearing his lips.
Each moment passed slowly as she prayed that Alyn wouldn’t find them, let alone hear them. Although his movements were slow and easy, the risk intensified the pleasure as she nearly peaked.
Heavy footsteps ventured throughout her room as Alyn suspiciously searched. Her lantern was still flickering, she couldn’t have left it on, or he just missed her.
“Princess?” Alyn called out once more, drawing out his sword. His eyes shifted around the room, his ears strained, ready for any sign of life. “Are you in here?”
Rosita’s body shook intensely. Nico has managed to ease her over the peak of her pleasure, his fingers tightening around her lips as she screamed in her head, but that wasn’t good enough. Wriggling her jaw free, she bit down on his hand in place of moans and screams. He didnt even wince, no matter how hard she bit down.
“Where is she?” Alyn whispered, sheathing his sword. Still suspicious, more concerned, he left her room. The couple waited as they heard the click of the door, listening to his fading footsteps until they were no longer audible.
Flicking the curtain open, Rosita felt relief as a rush of cooling air caressed her face. Still attempting to catch her breath as Nico finally retracted himself from her, sweeping her into his arms.
“Nico,” framing his sweaty face with her hands, she gazed into his large amber orbs, still fiery with passion, “that was so-“
“Sexy,” his sultry tone confirmed her theory, he wanted more. “You were so well behaved, Rosita.” Gently placing her body in the bed, his knee pushed her legs apart.
“You want to keep going?” the Princess’s cheeked turned scarlet as she glanced back at her window, dripping with condensation save for her hand prints and the large space her breasts cleared.
“I’m still hungry,” licking his lips, he lowered himself over her.
Princess Manami clutched the fabric of her dress as she watched the passing scenery, her deep sighs fogging up the window. The heart in her chest raced as she neared her destination: Stein Castle. She had been invited as King Byron’s special guest of honor for a holiday and was planning on staying for a while. Being his fiancée, she saw him frequently, but never for leisure. Setting aside the formal appearances they‘d have to make together, she’ll have him all to herself.
Lost in thought, she failed to realize the carriage had come to a complete stop in front of the magnificent castle. Nico, her escort, had gathered her bags, heading towards the entrance. The brisk air tightened her skin as she stepped out, gazing up at the castle’s beauty as the setting sun dyed it with reds and yellows.
“Is everything all right, Your Highness?” Nico called back to her, one bag slung over his shoulder and the other under his arm. He noticed she was shivering, but couldn’t determine if it was a result of the cold or the anticipation. “Do you need me to come get you?”
“N-no,” she responded, her arms instinctively wrapping themselves around her torso. “I’m f-fine.” Her knees quaked as she struggled to find the strength to move forward. With each step, she could feel the slick ice beneath her feet. The slow pace allowed Nico to return and help make her way up the brick stairs. Once inside, the Princess’s face was safe from the bite of winter air.
“We should get to your room and get a fire going,” Nico suggested, “Doesn’t that sound nice, Your Majesty?” His words fell on deaf ears. Princess Manami’s heart was dead set on seeing King Byron before anything else. The mere thought of being in his arms again sent her heart racing. As if her request was silently granted, Albert approached them with his usual stone-faced expression.
“Princess Manami of Wysteria,” he greeted, standing as tall as the displayed armor decorating the entrance hall. “Welcome back to Stein. King Byron is more than pleased you are able to attend this year’s holiday event as his guest of honor.”
“Thank you, Albert,” Manami curtsied with Nico bowing slightly next to her, “I’m honored to attend. Would you mind telling me where King Bryon is right now, I’d very much like an audience with him immediately.”
“He’s in the large study in the east wing,” Albert responded promptly, “but I’m afraid he’s—“
Without another word, Princess Manami took off! She knew exactly which room Albert mentioned and wanted to get there as soon as possible. Albert and Nico exchanged shocked expressions before going after her, their voices echoing through the seemingly empty castle as they called out for her, but she couldn‘t hear them. An image of Byron took over her mind as she raced to the study. It had been too long since she had seen his face, heard his voice, or felt his touch, and nothing was going to make her wait any longer!
Reaching the large oak door, she stopped to catch her breath. The racing steps of the advisor and her escort were far off in the distance, giving her a chance to see him for a few seconds before they would pull her away. Swallowing the pulsating lump in her throat, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
There he was.
Standing at the front of the room was her beloved King Byron. His one steely-blue eye widened at the sight of her with his mouth agape. Her eyes welled up with tears as she dashed towards him with the brightest smile. His once folded arms opened up to catch her as she threw herself into him.
“Byron!” she happily cried out, instantly burying her face into his chest. Doing her best to keep her tears from running down her face, she let out a few quick laughs as her cold arms warmed up from his body heat.
Albert and Nico skidded to a halt at the entrance, their eyes wide with disbelief as they witnessed the Princess embracing their King. Albert was at a complete loss for words. Nico, on the other hand, blushed and turned the other way.
“Princess,” Byron whispered in a collected tone, placing his hands on her arms to carefully pull her off. Her heart sank as she gazed up at him with confused eyes, the fear of tears running down her face now seemed like a reality, but why?
“I don’t understand,” she questioned, feeling the grip on her arms tighten as she tried to grasp the situation. Her thoughts ran wild, jumping to the worst conclusion since he had never pushed her away before. ‘Aren’t you happy to see me? It’s been SO long…’
Her mouth opened to ask more questions, but was quickly interrupted with a cough. Snapping her head to the side, she saw the audience seated at several of the tables scattered throughout the room. King Byron had been hosting a meeting with some of the Archdukes and Archduchesses, most of which were either red faced or turned away.
Instantly, Princess Manami pulled completely away from King Bryon and straightened herself out. She had never felt so embarrassed, but now she worried how much she just embarrassed Bryon. Though their engagement was official, the couple were still careful with their “public affection.”
“My sincerest apologies!” she curtsied, “I failed to acknowledge that King Byron had an audience. Please, forgive my rudeness.” Putting on her brightest smile, she hastily exited the room with Nico who waited for her at the door. After offering his own apologetic bow, Albert closed the door behind them, assisting with the Princess’s escorting in case she decided she felt another dire need to jump on something.
“I’m such an idiot!” Manami muttered as Nico’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, guiding her towards her room. “I can’t believe I just burst in there like that! Byron must be so embarrassed of me! Those nobles must think I’m so- argh!”
“Perhaps you should have listened to everything I had to say before running off like that, Your Highness,” Albert vexed, pushing up his glasses with a carefully placed finger. “Consider yourself fortunate that meeting was to discuss the upcoming ball to celebrate the holiday.”
“Al, is that really any way to be talking to your future Queen?” Nico asked, shooting a nasty glare towards him. King Byron had entrusted Princess Manami’s protection to him, and he wasn’t about to allow anyone, including Albert, to address her in that manner. It wasn’t just because of his assigned task, he had a great amount of respect for her since he started working with her.
“Forgive me, Princess,” Albert cleared his throat, readjusting his tone, “but as future Queen—“
“I already said I feel foolish,” Manami snapped. “Do you really feel the need to rub it in?”
The three remained silent until they reached the Princess’s room, the very same that was attached to the King’s. Nico got the fireplace started while Albert took the liberty of going over the itinerary for King Byron and the Princess, including their appearances in several villages, the upcoming ball, and the grand feast.
“Are there any questions, Princess?” Albert asked at the end of his explanation. “Is there anything you need before I take my leave for the evening?” The entire time, the Princess sat on the sofa, quietly listening to his words and watching Nico get the fire going, her expression remained unchanged. Unable to shake her feeling of guilt, she started to grow concern for when Byron would return.
“No,” she sighed. Nodding in response, Albert excused himself from the room, bowing before shutting the door behind him. Nico took the opportunity to pry open her mind.
“Everything will be just fine, Manami,” he smiled as he stood up, dusting off any debris from his jacket and pants. “You heard Al, it wasn’t a very important meeting.”
“I made a fool of myself, Nico,” she responded, covering her reddened face with her hands, recalling the incident. “The fiancée of the King isn’t supposed to act like that way!”
“But that’s exactly it, you’re the King’s fiancée, his future Queen. Whatever happened after we left, I’m sure he smoothed it over with everyone.”
“I’m sure you’re right... I still feel so guilty about embarrassing him like that.”
“Don’t worry about it too much. He should be back soon, you two can talk about it then.”
‘He’s right,’ she thought, straightening her posture, ‘I can speak with him when he gets back… I just hope he really is happy to see me… I’ve been so excited to see him and it felt like he didn’t even…’
“Thank you, Nico,” she flashed him a reassuring smile. Her infectious grin lit up his face as he returned her expression.
“That’s more like it,” he giggled, “now, I better get going. I’ve got a lot to do before tomorrow. You just worry about getting some decent rest, okay?” Manami nodded, forcing her smile until she watched him leave, which faded the second she heard of the click of the now locked door.
For the first time since she arrived in Stein, she was alone. A sudden chill traveled through her body; she hadn’t realized how cold she had gotten. Standing in front of the fire, she held out her hands to get her fingers warm first. Random thoughts overflowed her mind as the flame hypnotized her.
Some time had passed before she glanced over at a small clock sitting on the table. It was getting late, and she wanted to be well rested before the next day’s busy schedule kicked in. ‘I was hoping to see Byron before I went to sleep, but I guess he’s just really busy…’
Just as she stood up, she heard a noise coming from the adjoining room. Frozen in place, she just stared at the door, silently wishing for him to come walking in.
Without so much as a knock, Byron swung the door open and entered, glancing around until their eyes locked together. Her muscles tensed as his cold stare reflected the glare of the fireplace. The room became unbearably quiet.
“Byron,” Manami called out, trying not to sound upset. Her voice seemed to break through to him as he quickly closed the gap between them, securing her in a loving embrace. Worry and anxiety melted away at his touch, escaping her body by means of a relieved sigh.
“My Princess,” he whispered, his lips pressed against her hair, “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”
“Never,” she responded, snuggling up to his chest, taking in his scent and relaxing in his warm arms, “I was just worried you weren’t going to come visit me at all.”
“I couldn’t wait a moment longer. Your absence has made me impatient.”
Byron nuzzled his face against hers, almost forcing her to look up at him. Reaching up, she slipped a finger beneath the string of his eye patch and removed it; she wanted to see all of him. His breathing became ragged as he pressed his lips against hers, smoldering her in a passionate kiss, setting her core ablaze.
Nearly lifting her off her feet with his tight embrace, he pulled her deeper into the kiss, warming up her icy lips. Her frozen fingers clung to fabric of his shirt as his tongue forcefully rubbed against hers; afraid it was going to consume her whole.
“Mmm,” she moaned, trying to pull away from his lips, “Byron—“ He refused to give her a chance as he tightened his grasp on her. His throaty moans reeled her back in as she slid her arms around his neck, his ebony black hair tickling the defrosting skin of her forearm.
“You’re not— mmm— upset with me?” she finally managed to push those words out of her mouth between breaths. Despite the risk of ruining the moment, she needed to get peace of mind before continuing with their fun. Byron’s actions slowed as his body pushed her back until her calves hit the post of her bed.
“Well,” he whispered, his tone chilling her skin even more as he held back a smirk, “your actions were unacceptable, my Princess.”
“I know,” Manami looked away, feeling her heart plummet into her stomach. Her arms dropped from his neck, falling to her sides. She was afraid he was going to say something along that line. “I’ll understand if you want to be alone for the night. That would be a fitting punishment.”
“I disagree,” his tone was demanding, yet seductive as his fingers wrapped around the ribbon tied at the front of her dress. The light sensation felt odd, but it increased the heat she felt in her core. “I believe a fitting punishment would be a demonstration of ‘self-control.’”
A gasp escaped her lips as he tugged the ribbon loose, pulling it through the delicate loops. Cold air reached her skin as the top of her dress began to fall. Reacting to the cold, her arms shielded her chest. Immediately, his strong hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him.
“Are you ready, my love?” his lips grazed against hers, his hot breath kissing her chin. Her heart leapt through her chest as she nodded slowly.
“Yes,” her response was raspy, awaiting instructions from her King. She wasn’t sure what was coming, but the suspense was driving her mad. Once he released her wrist, she lowered herself down to the bed, her eyes remaining locked with his as he followed her down, hovering above her as if pushing her down himself.
Shimmying up until she reached the headboard, Byron leapt into action. Pinning her wrists above her head with both hands, he stole her lips with his in order to distract from what was happening with her own hands. She attempted to pay attention to the sound and movement, but his kiss was too intoxicating, willingly drowning in it, leaving her helpless. Desperate to hear more of his moans, she pushed her pelvis into his, feeling his bulge through his pants.
“Careful now,” he teased, breaking their kiss. Giggling at his reaction, she tried to wrap her arms around his neck again, but quickly discovered what he was distracting her from. The ribbon which held up the front of her dress only moments before now restrained her hands to the bed post. She didn’t fight the silky ribbon, afraid of tearing it.
With the ribbon now gone from her chest, he was able to easily slip off her dress, tossing it to the floor along with his own shirt. He gazed down at her body with hungry eyes, only panties and her warm thigh-high socks remained. Her breasts bounced at her ragged breath, her nipples pert from the cold air nipping at her flesh.
With her hips wiggling beneath him, she yearned for his touch. Biting down on her bottom lip, she turned her crimson face away, acting coy to draw him in.
“Noo,” he coaxed, his fingers grasping her chin and turning her face back towards his, “You’re going to keep those beautiful eyes on me.” Not giving her an opportunity to protest, he lowered his face down to her breast, his breath tickling her skin.
“Oooo, Byron,” her quiet pleas begged him to continue. Then, his hand slithered up and pressed a finger up against her lips. He brought his face back up to meet hers with half lidded eyes, which were burning with lustful intentions.
“Not a word,” his demand was a borderline purr, sending sparks from the tips of her fingers to her toes, “not a sound.” Eager to please him, she tightened her lips as his finger slipped away. Rewarding her with a hungry smile, his face dove back down to her breasts, kissing the taught skin around her nipple. His fingertips ran down the back of her arm to her thigh, back and forth, feeling the soft skin of her curves. The delicate sensation of his lips and his fingertips nearly drove her over the edge, biting her lip to remind herself to be silent.
Unaware of his underlying intentions, his ‘demonstration’ began.
Her mouth opened for a sharp intake of air as the feeling of his hot tongue ran circles on her breast, teasing her sensitive skin. Throwing her head back into the comforter, her chest rose up into his face. His skirting fingers turned into a gliding palm as his hand traveled down to her inner thigh, his thumb stimulating her entrance through her thin panties.
“Mmm,” a moaned escaped her lips, which was instantly retracted as Byron gently bit down on her nipple, making her wince. No words explained his actions. The brief gesture was followed by more tongue swirls as he moved over to her other breast. For this segment, she spoke with her body movements, keeping silent as she basked in his caresses and massages.
Leaving her chest, his lips skimmed along her skin. From the valley of her breasts to her navel, the trail of heat intensified the inflaming spark in her center. Writhing beneath him, the light of curiosity still blinked in the back of her mind. With the sting of his bite still lingering on her nipple, she was tempted to test the waters.
“Aaaah,” the audible cry was punished with his teeth sinking into her skin; her shoulder. Although he considered it ‘disciplinary’, she found immense pleasure in the pain. She uncovered his game, and wanted to play. Provoking her big bad wolf with more bait, she released more moans from her lips.
Byron growled as he delivered nips and bites trailing from her shoulder to her neck, feeling her hips buck into his as he punished each and every sound she produced. His teeth eventually found her earlobe. Gently nibbling on it, he decided to give her another warning.
“You were told to be silent,” he spoke between nibbles, his hand roughly kneading her breasts. Knowing full well she was enjoying his so called “punishments,” he still enjoyed challenging her. Hearing the faint sound of her swallowing another lump in her throat, he moved down to her pelvis, accepting her acknowledgement.
Prying apart her thighs, he held them down with his strong hands, squeezing and massaging them. He could hear her breathing becoming ragged, exciting him more. Placing soft kisses on her inner thigh, one of his hands slipped back up to her hip, sliding back down her leg, taking her panties with it. Now at her ankles, she kicked off the loose piece of material, ready for him to continue.
Bringing his gliding hand back up her leg, he stopped at the junction of her thighs. His finger easily entered through her slick folds, slipping inside. Her body shot up with the wave of excitement washing over body like water, drowning, lost to his every whim. Still careful not to make a single sound, her body squirmed, begging him for more. Busy with her inner thigh, she felt his lips curl into a smirk, responding to her request by slipping in an additional finger.
“Byron!” she cried out. “I can’t take it!” Knowing she was going to be expecting teeth sinking into her leg, the King was giddy with excitement as he moved over to her center. As his fingers slid in and out of her, his tongue flicked against her swollen bud. The one arm which held her down was now struggling as she furiously bucked her hips into his face. Regardless, his tongue kept lapping away, determined to push her over the edge and back again.
The heat wrapped around his fingers escalated and tightened, just before her body fell limp. Her rag doll-like body collapsed, beaded with sweat, her breath heavy. Taking his fingers out, her body flinched, telling him she was exactly where he wanted her to be.
Crawling back up to meet her face, wiping his fingers on the sheets along the way, he grabbed her jaw, turning her gaze to his. Her sparkling eyes burned with raw passion and love for him, sending his heart racing. His lips captured hers, feeling her tongue moving with his. Out of his peripherals, he saw her wrists trying to wiggle free from their silky restraints.
“It’s not over, yet,” breaking their kiss, Byron sat up, turning her body onto her stomach. As he moved down, he smacked her ass, the sound filling the room. Hooking his hands to her pelvis, he lifted up her hips, her chest and face pressed into the mattress.
With hands still shackled, Manami waited as she felt the tip of her Kings member press against her folds. Hot and slick, it was easy for him to completely fill her with his length. The intense pressure compelled a loud gasp from her lips.
Placing his hands on the top of her thighs to hold her in place, Byron began to thrust, slowly at first. As his pace quickened, grunts and growls seethed through his gritted teeth. The fingers clutching her plump flesh occasionally released, only to delivere a hard smack to her bouncing ass before returning to their hold. The slapping of their sweat-drenched skin nearly overpowered any moan or cry from their lips.
Just as he was about to peak, he felt the heat become volcanic, tightening around his length as she cried out, “Oh, God, my King!”
“My Queen!” he growled, delivering one last, hard thrust, releasing his essence into her. Slumping over her, his heavy breath cooled the sweat on her back as their juices ran down their legs. Unable to hold up his weight, she straightened out her body, allowing him to fall against her, his clammy skin sticking to hers as he embraced her.
Hours later, the couple was snuggled up on the floor in front of the hearth, now roaring with fire. With bodies still trembling from the night’s activities, Byron lied flat on his back, holding his Princess who rested on top of him, using the large comforter from the bed to burrito their naked bodies on the floor. As his fingertips skated across the skin of her back, his eyes remained affixed to the ceiling, watching the dancing shadows produced by the fire, syncing their breath together; she breathed in, he breathed out, creating a relaxing rhythm for him. Every other stroke, his fingers would skate by the hair on her neck, still damp with sweat.
“Byron,” Manami’s cheek still remained firmly pressed against his chest as she softly called out to him, “Would you like to move to the bed? I can’t imagine you’re still comfortable lying on the floor like this.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” sighing his response, he adjusted his hold, looking down to her, finding she was looking up at him, her eyes sparkling in the fiery light. The back of his fingers stroked her hot cheek, his thumb gliding over her lips.
Perking up to his touch, she pushed herself up, rearranging so she was hovering just above his face, the tips of her hairs tickling his cheeks. Her eyes shifted around, examining his face as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
“Why did you call me your Queen?” she asked, tucking her hair behind one ear, shifting the rest to the other side of her neck. Byron chuckled at her question.
“Does it bother you?” his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her as he sat up, carrying her over to the bed. Never loosing her gaze, he waited for her response.
“No, never,” she placed her hands on his chest, “but we’re not—”
“There’s nothing wrong with growing accustomed to it now,” keeping her wrapped in the blanket, he placed her on the mattress, settling in next to her. Grabbing the edge, she lifted it up, inviting him back inside their warm cocoon. “I know it will be a little bit longer, but I suppose calling you that now is reassuring.”
“Reassuring?” Manami raised an eyebrow at his interesting choice of vocabulary.
“Yes, it reassures me that you’ll come back to me,” Byron’s tone dropped an octave, moving close to her, enough that she could almost feel his lips against her own, “I can’t stand being apart from you for so long,”
“Well,” there was a teasing edge in her reply, “if it means you’ll treat me like that, I guess I’ll have to go away often, even as your Queen.” Displeased by her words, he snapped his teeth, catching her bottom lip and suckled on it, forcing one more moan from her lips.
“Byron—” she gasped as he released her. Rolling over, he placed himself above her.
“I’ll do whatever pleases you, my Queen,” placing his arms on either side of her head, he pressed his forehead to hers, “for you’re the only one who can command this King to her will.”
Okay let’s just ignore that it’s January 12th and not anywhere near New Year’s because I really wanted to write this request from @acrispyapple. With that said, please enjoy!
Albert X MC
Albert stood off to the side of the New Year’s celebration. His and Byron’s shared apartment was filled with people waiting for the clock to strike midnight. There were streamers hanging from the doors and windows, confetti poppers littered the tables among bowl of snacks and bottles of champagne, and the television was set to watch the ball drop at midnight.
Albert was never a big fan of parties, but seeing as this party was taking place in his apartment, he thought he might as well attend. A quick glance at the guest list confirmed that he not only should, but needed to attend.
She and Nico had arrived together at precisely eight o’clock - not that Albert had been purposefully waiting by the door for her arrival. Nico had immediately bounded off to find the booze, but she had stayed behind to thank Albert for hosting. She was noticeably quieter than her obnoxious roommate, not to mention prettier too. After thanking Albert, she had gone in search of Byron, who also needed thanks for having her over.
Albert hadn’t spoken to her since. He had busied himself with restocking snacks and making ice runs when necessary. By eleven forty-five, he had run out of things to do to distract him, and hence stood against the wall awkwardly, too afraid to strike a conversation with her.
Out of the blue, a short boy with pink hair popped up beside Albert. “She really likes you, Al.”
Albert rolled his eyes and replied, “Why should I believe you?”
Nico laughed and said, “I live with her. We have this roommate bond, which means she tells me everything.” He beamed and waved to the young woman sitting on the couch, effectively grabbing her attention. “She would not shut up about how excited she was to see you tonight.”
“You’re messing with me.”
Nico shrugged and smirked. “Maybe. I guess you’ll just have to find out.” And with that, Nico shoved Albert in the general direction of the couch.
Albert barely managed to regain his footing and avoided the embarrassment of face planting straight into the side of the couch. He glared at Nico, who in turn gave him two thumbs up and mouthed ‘Good luck!’
There was no point in turning back now. He had already almost made a fool of himself, why not go all the way? Albert took a seat next to the young woman and smiled awkwardly.
She smiled back and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Hey, Al.”
“Hello.” Albert adjusted his glasses nervously. He glanced at the television, then down at his watch. “Just a few more minutes now.” He glanced over his shoulder to look for help from Nico, but Nico was conveniently nowhere to be found. “So, uh, any resolutions?” Albert asked.
“Sure,” the woman said with a shrug. “I’ve got a few.”
Albert noticed that she was playing with her fingers almost nervously, but he could not figure out why. After a small awkward silence, he said, “I have resolved to not let Nico get under my skin so much.”
He successfully drew a laugh from the young woman sitting beside him. “Good luck with that.”
“How about you?”
“Me?” Someone caught her attention from across the room. When Albert followed her gaze, he found the man he could not seem to shake this evening giving what looked like an encouraging gaze to her as he made hand motions to urge her on. “I guess I’d like to be a bit more bold. I want to take more risks too.”
The people around them began chanting as midnight drew closer and closer. There were currently twenty seconds remaining in the year.
“What kind of risks do you plan on taking?”
As the clock struck midnight, Albert felt himself being pulled down, and, suddenly, he was kissing her. Correction - she was kissing him. She was kissing him, and all he could think about was how he had never kissed anyone at midnight before. He wasn’t complaining though. Her lips were soft and warm. She pulled away too soon for his liking and looked at him cautiously, waiting to see how he would react.
Albert was at a loss for words for a moment before he finally chuckled and said, “Risky.”
She let out a surprised laugh and nodded. “I guess I’ve already fulfilled my New Year’s resolution.”
“Maybe you should do it again,” Albert mumbled almost sheepishly.
“Maybe I should.” Then once again, Albert felt her lips on his, and as he kissed her in the first few minutes of the early morning, he decided that this would be an amazing year.
