you. Your kingdom of Mista has infected me. I USED TO BE NORMAL. Anyways more smut pretty please 🥺 please i want reader to get dicked down by more of his subjects and more foreign princes and be spoiled and dumb please. He doesn’t have to think just sit there and be pretty as he’s surrounded by too hot monsters
Centaur rambles
The kingdom of Mista
I’ve loved centaurs for way too long, but I've never written about em. So, imagine a centaurs. They wouldn’t have a kingdom, more so large tribes that could be found in different parts of the world. That of course means our dear prince has to do... peace talks... with each tribe.
So imagine, we all know centaurs would be... big. He would need help from his advisor and royal guards to prepare, to be able to take such massive shafts, so the knights have to work together on stretching him open, as the advisor guides you all along.
Poor prince reader is gonna be twitching and drooling, letting out little needy whimpers as his atlas beetle guard bounces him on his dick, as the bulldog ant guard stretches his throat. Goliath beetle and scorpion guard are jerking off, waiting for their turn, all four would be laying it on thick with praise and compliments.
Lovely orchid mantis advisor washes and pampers him afterwards. And of course, the night before you’re set to meet the leader of the centaur tribe, they make sure you stretch you open until you’re crying from overstimulation and pleasure, and then they plug you up.
When the time comes to finally meet the tribe leader of this nomad group of centaurs, you are struggling to think straight. Thankfully, lovely advisor dressed you up good, made you wear your best perfumes, and has guided you in what to say.
The tribe leader is very handsome, as all your lovers (present and future). On his horse half he wears specific horseshoes made for the terrain, protective leg guards and wraps, and a blanket draped over his back that is so detailed and pretty that its clear what his standing is.
Since you guys are in his personal tent, he wears little on his top half, mainly jewelry, to show off his muscles, scars and tattoos. It's a way for the tribes to show strength, but to you, it’s just a very nice look.
Normally he would wear something loose, light and baggy, made of cotton or linen. He’d also wear something like to cover his head and face, like a shemagh (I think that's what it's called?). But for now, it's meant to be more comfortable.
Of course it all ends with you, our dear prince, laying down on the rugs as you kiss and suckle at his cock, having to use both your hands to pleasure him. The centaur leader would be laying down, halfway on his side to give you space to work, but also so he can touch and pleasure you in return.
Having to ride a centaur take a lot of creativity, but you guys make it work, even if his hooves are sticking up in his air and you have to use his front hooves to balance. The tribe leader groans loudly when he sees how much he makes your belly bulge.
Afterwards, you two will spend the night cuddling as you run your fingers through his curly dark hair, and the tribe leader tells you about his people and their history. He also promises to bring word of your kingdom to the other tribes when they meet along the way. He also promises to share your... interest... to the other tribe leaders.
You spend more than one night with him, and you get to meet his personal guard and closest advisors, as they also get to meet yours. If your guards didn't know you were loyal to your kingdom, they may have been jealous of how stuffed their prince ends up.
In the end you give the tribe leader a nice and deep kiss, before you set off. One of your guards has to carry you, cuz you were wrecked inside and out, in the best possible way.
I also have been thinking a lot about sphinxes, and others less talked about monsters. Lemme know if you guys are interested. I've wanted to write about viking inspired monsters too, or dragons.
fantasy been on my mind lately!!! sweet rambles. ft. nonchalant prince,,,,
... the only one who's allowed to stick too close as per your request. follows you around like a scary dog... keeping you out of harms way... a true proper knight,,, yes, proper. when he's not training, keeping up with his regime; he's helping you retrieve dusty books on the highest shelf of the palace's library which you cannot reach - dusting as you read. doing the most mundane tasks that you can have a butler do for you, but your socially awkward; indifferent knight insists. with his clunky armor and all,,,
your knight. a sturdy young man in chainmail and sword at his hip... not your jester. doesn't dress like one... but he doesn't have any qualms about amusing you as such, as you seem to find him such a laugh. just because he's too eager to please? and where's the shame in that... anything for you, his prince - who saved him from peril !!
— you,,,, the prince. who's oblivious to the turmoil of his knight... or maybe - feeding into it? you could be deliberately teasing him, leaving those gentle looking caresses along his chest plate and mocking him with that silken sweet tone - making the big strong man ache for you to touch him skin to skin...
anyway. he's pretty sure it's normal to yearn for you when he's apart, too. to be agitated to hell when he's away from the sole person he should be protecting... he's your best friend who protects you... and - has no one to tell him off. who wouldn't be happy at the prince's beck and call? everyone who has a different opinion is lying to themselves or one hateful being.
the prince he grew up along side with, vastly different backgrounds,,, having it ingrained in his brain to take care of you, to protect you from harm, to throw himself into danger head, fists, sword first. he wouldn't have it any other way. it's like paying a debt back, even if there's no debt. the way he sees it; you and your family gave him a life; a reason to live... so if need be, he's a man that owes you said life. to throw it all away for you,,, would be an honor.
— piercings... two thin metal rods through his cheeks; as well as one through his tongue... weird. pierced as a means of punishment when he was younger because he wouldn't stop talking... and now, quiet and stoic to others - kept them for honor and pride. you're fascinated with them, much to his delight.
something that you adore in your knight, and often tease. tugging the healed piercing on his cheek, gently. or even his tongue...
,,, kneeling before you at your bedside, dressed in your pajamas and he in his armor. hands on his burning cheeks,,, thumbing his tongue leisurely, making a mess out of him with a dull look in your eyes,,, before abruptly pulling away and staring at your saliva slick digits - "that will be all." you kiss his forehead, and shoo him off without another glance.
your big strong knight... he scampers off, a little too quickly and doesn't realize his error as he slams the door closed behind him - but that's only so he can get to the privacy of his chambers and get to work bullying his cock to the feeling and taste of your fingers in his mouth. he wouldn't call it cruel, the way you tease him. but himself... insulting himself for being so easy to rile up - but at the same time, he'd take it as an insult on your behalf if he wasn't. you're just so handsome, so kind, and so very lovely...
;; "your hands are so big..." you admire. your fingertips ghosting along his knuckles, callous palm. he shivers. "b-big, so they can protect you, my prince - royal highness!" his voice cracks so cutely,,, this hulking 6'6 man of muscle and steel, scarred up and sooo indifferent to others,,, coming undone with a few simple words and gentle caresses from the royal pretty boy. it doesnt take much for him to crumble. not with you. breathe in his direction and his knees are buckling—
"ah-ah! i told you to call me by my name when we're alone." you chastise playfully,,, tugging at his hair while he's bowing his head. your living, breathing toy... he'd do just about anything you'd command. your personal little knight...
— and if a few lowly maids, butlers talk about you and how offstandish you seem to be? he doesn't act like a prince, but sure looks the part! ‐ "do not speak ill of him." the last words they hear, before they're cut down with grace by a honored knight - cleanly !! he will not stand for the fucking slander of the crown prince. his crown prince. his prince. his.
+ Sansa's direwolf is supposed to be used as retribution for injuring a prince. [Name] shoulders the true pain of it all and demands a duel to solve this problem.
+ Song that I took inspo from The Throne Is Mine by Ramin Djawadi
“No, no, no, Lady wasn’t there! She didn’t bite anyone! She’s good!”
Sansa’s strained anger heated Arya up as she stepped up for her sister and glared a hateful look at the Queen, “Lady wasn’t there! You leave her alone!” The young stark girl continued to glare at Cersei even when Sansa blocked her line of sight by reaching out to their father.
“Stop! Don’t let them do this,” She begged her father then looked back at the Lannisters, “Please! Please, it wasn’t Lady!”
Ned looked back at Robert with a storm brewing in his brown eyes, “Is this your command? Your Grace?”
Arya flicked her eyes between her father and his best friend. She saw the settled look in the King’s eyes and she jumped up before he could speak or walk away. Her solution to saving her sister’s direwolf was the eldest Baratheon son, Sansa’s betrothed.
“[Name]! He can tell you what happened, he accompanied Sansa by the creek! You have to ask him what really happened!” Arya looked at the King and the big man hummed, deep in thought. He considered Arya’s suggestion in silence, the soldiers around him waiting for his word.
Robert’s eldest son never lied to him and if he did, he was damn good at it. So he walked back over to the Stark family and told Ned, “I will hear my son out then this will be solved.”
The King walked over to his seat and ordered for [Name]’s appearance. Everyone waited in a tense atmosphere waiting for the Stag Prince and his point of view of what happened today.
A whistle broke the silence and the majority of the bystanders understood this melody that they heard. With his short style brown hair and striking brown eyes, [Name] walked into the room whistling the Rains of Castamere theme. He walked with poised authority and every man he passed greeted him with murmurs of ‘My Prince’.
He casted a quick glance at the Stark family and grew strangely upset at the tears Sansa has cried while waiting for the fate of her direwolf. The whistling seized as he slowed his pace down to observe the streaks running down his future wife’s face. His apparent confusion didn’t waver his stride and he continued onward to address Ned with a formal greeting, “My Lord.”
“My Prince,” Ned returned the small greeting then turned over to Robert.
The King moved in his seat and gestured to Joffrey, “What happened to your brother?”
[Name] looked over at Joffrey and noticed his right hand in some kind of bandage. He covered his chuckle with a clearing of his throat and asked, “He really needs to bandage a small nip from a direwolf?”
“So it is true,” His mother questioned with a frown, “the beast did maim your brother.”
“Maim?” [Name] didn’t hide his chuckle this time after his mother spoke. Truth be told, [Name] took the bite from Nymeria protecting Joffrey from the vicious bite. His eyes crinkled with humor tickling his spine, “Oh, come on, my brother prattles on about being a Stag and a Lion, but he can’t handle a nip from a Wolf? Mother really did raise you to be as soft as a-”
“You will insult your brother no more,” Cersei commanded, steering her eldest son’s attention away from Joffrey to her.
[Name] listened to her demand and resorted to telling his father what happened between Arya Stark and his young brother; Joffrey.
“Nymeria did not attack Joffrey on behalf of Arya’s order. She did nothing to instigate the direwolf into an attack.”
“So your brother is a liar?” Robert straightened in his seat, ready to end this whole ordeal with his eldest son’s words.
“Father, you know as well as I do that Joffrey cries wolf the moment he can. He tried to tattle on me when I knocked him off his horse for insulting my lady. Now he stands there trying to diminish her sister’s dignity? I won’t stand for this slander against my lady’s sister.”
[Name] stepped closer to his father and stretched his arm out. Pulling the sleeve of his tunic up, everyone gasped at the actual bite [Name] took from Nymeria. The bite was more severe than Joffrey’s nip and [Name] quieted everyone’s gasps and tamed the blood boiling in his father’s stomach.
“Ned, your daughter-” Robert snapped his glare full of fury at his friend.
“Father, let me tell you the whole story,” [Name] interrupted and covered the bite again, “Joffrey tried to impress Sansa, by challenging Arya’s friend to an unfair duel. Our coddled prince demanded a butcher’s boy to pick up his sword and fight him; wood against steel. When the boy refused to do so, Joffrey enforced his authority as prince and wounded the butcher’s boy.
“Arya could not stand this treatment her friend received and-” [Name] did his best to keep a straight face. Remembering the look on Joffrey’s face when Arya swung a stick at him brought [Name] great joy. “She whacked my brother with a stick needless to say.”
A chorus of chuckles echoed in the room and Cersei silenced them with a stern glare around the room.
“Really?” Robert grumbled and gave Joffrey a side glance, “not only did this girl disarm you, she landed an attack on you?”
“F-father, she hit me from behind!” Joffrey protested.
“And so what!” Robert shouted back, pointing at [Name]’s arm, “Your brother took most of the brutal attack from the damn wolf and I don’t see him crying to me about it! Are you so weak as to challenge a butcher’s boy who wields a stick? So weak that you have to whine about a nip from a wolf when your brother stands there terribly wounded?”
[Name] casted a daring look at his mother and her steely eyes were already on him. He knew she had some questions for him. He already told the truth, and he hoped his father wouldn’t be swayed by her words.
“And why didn’t you come immediately to defend your lady or her sister?” Cersei mocked.
Robert caught onto this and he shook his head knowing what kind of crap his queen tried to pull on their son.
[Name] gawked at his mother and showed off his bite again, “I believe my open wound takes prejudice over this argument. Also I didn’t finish the telling of the events today.”
His wound stung with the open air caressing it and he pulled the sleeve over it. Then he said, “Joffrey, in a childish rage, swung his sword with the intent to wound Arya. He had her on the floor whilst he pointed the tip of his sword at her, a girl five years younger than him. As a dog or any other loyal beast would do, Nymeria jumped to protect her owner. And as an older brother would do, I took the majority of the attack from Nymeria. Yes, the direwolf grazed Joffrey, but it’s nothing serious.”
“Nothing serious?” Cersei scoffed and pointed at his arm, “It tore your arm up.”
“Yes,” [Name] agreed, “but Nymeria knows me. When she felt my flesh, she let go as quickly as she could knowing that I wasn’t the one threatening her owner. Mother, please don’t coddle Joff any longer and don’t try to do the same for me. I have great respect for you, yet it pains me to see my own lady cry.”
Cersei blinked and knew what her eldest son referred to. She suffered in the red keep knowing the whores Robert took to bed. But her kind son, [Name], stood by her side and kept her company knowing his father whored around. He promised her that he wouldn’t let his lady endure any slights from anyone and she kissed the top of his head for it.
“What is going on?” Joffrey spat, then pointed at Arya, “Her wolf has to pay the price for hurting two princes!”
“Lady didn’t do anything wrong,” Sansa whimpered and [Name] stood in his spot, struck by surprise. Then his glare settled on his father.
Robert knew that look well and he sighed, “Your mothers wants a beast’s head and-”
“No, I won’t allow it.”
Everyone looked over at the Stag Prince who walked over to the Stark family with his hand on the pommel of his sword. He stood protectively in front of the wolves and explained himself, “I won’t let you kill my lady’s wolf over a squabble between children.”
“What would you do then?” Robert questioned harshly, “You have been wounded and a direwolf is no pet. Tell me, son, would you rather this not be resolved and forgotten?”
Ned knew Robert favored his eldest son and [Name] showing off his wound did not help the Starks in their case to let the direwolf live. Robert would do anything to protect [Name] and give his son whatever he wanted. But sparing a direwolf’s life may have been too much to ask.
[Name] looked behind him and saw Ned giving him a warning stare. This old wolf would listen to his king’s command, even if that meant beheading Lady. So [Name] moved his eyes away from the lord and declared to his father, “I want this rightfully resolved and it shall not be forgotten by my lady, her family or me. I’m the one who should be slighted, the one who decides what happens as I am the one bearing the scar of a beast. Yet I seek no retribution for what happened near the creek.
“So here is my proposition: I will fight for the direwolf to remain untouched and unharmed for the entirety of Sansa’s stay with me. I challenge Joffrey to a duel for the fate of this beast.”
“This is not how-” Cersei began, yet Robert cut her off with a growl.
“Fine then, a fight is what started this and now a fight will end it,” The king stood up from his chair and demanded everyone to back away from his sons. Robert agreed to this proposition because this problem would not be solved without a fight between his sons.
Joffrey stood by his mother nursing his wrist, hoping that the woman would protect him from his brother. His eyes moved frantically between the queen and his princely brother, to his disappointment his mother moved away and his brother stood his ground.
Meanwhile [Name] pushed his emotions to the side. He couldn’t allow his anger to cloud his vision or ruin his senses. He had to win this duel for the life of the innocent Lady; for his betrothed. He would end it quickly using his strength as it always was too much for Joffrey to handle.
Quickly every man hugged the walls and made more room for the princes who would fight each other. They didn’t know which way this duel would go. If [Name] had been at his best, obviously the Stag Prince would easily overpower the Lion Prince as he’s done plenty of times before. But they all saw his gruesome wound. The torn up flesh had to be tensed and hurting the boy.
“M-mother, this isn’t fair.” Joffrey muttered and Robert heard him as clear as day.
“Fair?” Robert sneered, then he gestured to a determined [Name] and said, “your brother’s sword hand is more wounded than yours. If you cannot defeat him then you get to be made fun of by the soldiers watching. Now pick up your sword and get this over with already.”
[Name] followed his father’s orders and pulled his sword out of its sheath. His arm twitched in pain, but one solemn glance at the worried Stark family fueled him to push through the aches. Steadfastly, [Name] took a stance and readied himself for Joffrey’s pathetic lunge at him.
Joffrey always made the first move, his attack had been fast yet weak.
[Name] blocked the sword away from his neck and pushed down on the blade. Since Joffrey maintained an unsteady stance, he lost balance quickly from [Name]’s unwavering strength. The blonde haired prince stumbled backwards with a pitiful grunt, and [Name] landed a kick on Joffrey’s chest.
It hit his brother with so much force that when he collided with the ground, the air in Joffrey’s lungs left in one swoop. [Name] stalked over to his gasping brother and stepped on his sword hand to which Joffrey let out a painful cry.
“Yield,” [Name] demanded putting more pressure on Joffrey’s wounded hand. He pointed his sword at Joffrey’s neck like how he did to Ayra earlier in the day. The blood from [Name]’s wound leaked down his arm and slowly painted the handle of his sword and hand red.
With a strained coughing fit, Joffrey cried out miserably, “I-I…Yie…I yield!”
[Name] removed his foot off of Joffrey’s hand and backed away sheathing his sword. Then he looked at his parents with a grim nod, “The direwolf lives and if something happens to it, he will lose his sword hand. Honor this duel, mother, Joffrey lost in a fair fight.”
He knew his mother was cunning and she would do something to exact revenge on the Starks, so he threatened one of the important body parts belonging to any man. She gave him a nod that meant she heard him loud and clear.
“Alright, son,” Robert stepped up and nodded his head, “the beast lives, now go have a maester stitch your arm up. Your blood leaves a trail.”
“Ned, your family owes my son a great debt now.” The king turned his attention to the Stark family after [Name] left the room. His dark eyes watched Ned bow his head with his daughters following in suit.
“Of course, we shall thank him soon enough.”
Sansa watched her future husband walk away with his trail of blood being left behind on the floor. Her bright blue eyes admired the way he carried himself even when wounded. He walked with pride like a lion, yet his steps were swift and light like a Stag.
She admired him for stepping in between Joffrey and Nymeria, and protecting Arya all at once. Then when Joffrey ran away with his tail tucked between his legs, the Stark girls fumbled over the injured Stag Prince. He calmed them down with a charming smile and showed off his wound saying that it would be a badass scar in the future, he didn’t curse at them like Joffrey did.
From the bottom of her heart, Sansa knew that [Name] was the right one to be betrothed to. She knew that staying by his side would grant her protection, freedom and possibly love when they get to know each other more.
“We will thank him when the sun rises,” Ned stretched his arms out to his girls and began leading them to their room, “It is time to get some well needed rest now.”
Yes, she agreed with her father. The events of today have severely drained her. Her thoughts were full of [Name], even her dreams were of their future together.
ꕥ Warnings: Male reader, male x male, mlm, amab reader, m4m, m!reader, bottom reader, Xiangli Yao x M!Reader, Royal reader, a bit of curse words, drunk person mentioned, runaway reader
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ꕥ Notes: Hope you enjoy this! Xiangli Yao isn't a released character yet, but will be on September 7th. Accidentally found him while searching for WuWa characters to write~! Hehe~ Rushed this one though x) (M/n) = male name
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Royal. A royal. Ugh, being royal, am I right? Living in the best and wealthy world, rich and royal. The most beautiful world someone would want to live in, am I right? Having to marry a princess so she could be your queen?
Hah, wrong, not for (M/n) no. He decided to live in his own world. Wealth? Yeah, sucked to be wealthy most of the time. It was hard being a royal, being forced to have an arranged marriage with someone you barely knew? And all just to bond with another family and have children for the next heir? Fuck no.
(M/n) fell in love with the Principal Investigator that was in charge of the academics at Huaxu Academy's Jinzhou Campus, Xiangli Yao. (M/n) was sneaking off during the night to meet up with his lover that he deeply loved. Getting pampered by Xiangli was the best feeling for (M/n), they'd even have a little fun when (M/n) arrived at his apartment~ Let's just say his royal highness was a bit too loud so Xiangli had to switch from an apartment to a house in a quiet place. (M/n) had helped him buy the house so Xiangli didn't need to have a lot of things on his plate.
Anyhow, you're probably wondering how those two met? Well, long story short~ His royal highness had sneaked out one time with disguise to not get recognized. Walking around the streets as the moon shone brightly at night, the stars looking beautiful as ever. Finally being able to breathe freely without feeling stuffy anymore. As (M/n) was walking around he got caught up with a drunk person. The person was being touchy with (M/n) as the person tried taking (M/n) to his house. (M/n) politely refused and kept on declining but the person didn't seem to take a no as a no so (M/n) taught him a simple lesson. Beat him up.
While Xiangli was watching this from further away he got interested in (M/n). Feeling a bit proud of (M/n) for teaching that bastard a lesson even though he barely knew (M/n).
Walking up to (M/n) as he took the drunk person off the floor and held him tightly, putting cuffs on the drunk-tard as Xiangli introduced himself. Let's just say.. First at love sight~ And from then on, they started talking more and more to each other, meeting up only during the night.
Hah.. You felt the best right now. You were currently daydreaming about you and your lover about the date you two planned a week ago. The both of you had gotten busy because of your duties and Xiangli's own work as a Principal Investigator.
Not soon after did your mother come with new news to tell you. You quitted daydreaming and gave your mother your attention when she cleared her throat, "So, child, me and your father have prepared something for you. An arranged marriage." Hearing her say that broke your heart into milli- No, billion pieces. But it wasn't sadness that you were feeling right now, you were feeling anger. Your blood was boiling but you still kept that calm facade up to hide your anger.
"Why would you two do that?" You ask in a calm tone, well you tried keeping it in a calm done which seemed to succeed. For how long? Don't know.
"Well, to put it simply, dear.. You have to find a queen for the next heir in line, which is your future children you'll be making with your soon-to-be wife." Your mother said with a stoic expression. Oh, how you just wanted to rub that expression off of her face, it irritated the shit out of you. "And.. You two expect me to say yes to this?" You reply as you lean back on the chair you were sitting on, everything was starting to get uncomfortable and you were almost seeing red.
"Dear, you know you don't have a say in this. It's between me and your father, we just want what's best for yo-"
"Shut the fu..." Interrupting her so you wouldn't hear that bullshit, 'we just want what's best for you'. Been hearing that shit over and over again since you were a child. Sighing as you stood up from the chair, "Stop with that bull crap. What's best for me? What's best for me is for me to choose who I want to love, not my own parents choosing for me when I'm already 20 years old." You continue as you stop right in front of the door, taking a quick glance at your watch. "By the way, I'm saying no to this. Also, I have much better things to attend right now. If you will excuse me, 'mother'." Leaving a shocked expression on her face as you left. Going to meet up with your lover and possibly running away from home, you couldn't keep on living in that household anymore.
Even since you were a small child, you've been forced to do many things that you didn't like. Had to go on small play dates, when you became a teen you were forced to go to ceremonies to meet more princesses, now when you're in your twenties you had an arranged marriage? Yeah.. No, not on your watch.
You packed your bags with a few clothes and a few items you wanted. Quickly changing clothes into more cute ones and holding onto the bow with the arrows you were given by your grandmother before she passed away. Sneaking out the window as you use the grappling hook you had, slowly getting down from your window to the front of the Palace and running away after. Running to go meet your lover and live with him instead.
You were an only child so you didn't really feel guilty about leaving the Palace. Bye bye, old memories.. Hello new, lovely memories~!
Upon your arrival outside of Xiangli's house, you quickly drop your things when he opens the door. Hugging him tightly as he smiles, eyes filled with love as he looked at you when you pulled away from the hug.
"Welcome, prince. Or may I say, little runaway prince." Xiangli says teasingly as he helps you take your stuff into the house. Leading you upstairs into the master bedroom as he places your stuff beside the bed for now, following after him as you giggle at his teasing, "Well, thank you my dear Principal Investigator for welcoming me. But, how about you welcome me with something else?" You reply as you push him onto the bed. Sitting down on his lap and getting all comfortable, "Yeah? And what would my baby boy want to be welcomed with?" He asks as he looks at you amused, waiting for your answer.
"Well, anything would be fine, certainly. But, I would love those warm cuddles of yours I haven't gotten these past few days." Replying back as you rest your head on the crook of his neck, kissing it softly as you have missed him a lot. Chuckling at how you are kissing his neck, "What about that date though? The one you were so eager about."
"Hm, forget about the date~ We can just do that little date tomorrow." You reply between the kisses.
"I won't mind having that date tomorrow, I would also love to have you in my arms tonight." Xiangli says as lays down on the bed, pulling you down with him as he earns a yelp out of surprise from you. Chuckling at your reaction as he held you firmly in his arms now, not letting you go. Keeping you warm and safe in his arms. "Hey! Don't do that again!" You say as you giggle, finding it slightly funny at how you weren't prepared for that.
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The night felt long as the both of you cuddled on the bed after taking a nice bath together. The both of you were talking about work, how Xiangli's work has been these past few days and your duties. Telling him how your parents had arranged a marriage for you but also telling him you said no and ran away, ending up here with him right now. Xiangli felt bad for you, knowing that it must've been hard for you to hear that when you can't even mention Xiangli in the conversation because your parents wouldn't accept that. Oh, well, you weren't living with them now, were ya? Hah, now you could do whatever at any time you want, getting more free time. Getting to be with your lover day and night now.
I want the knight I have a lot of sensual tension with to kneel at the foot of my chair and gently unlace my boots and place them to the side. I want them to lean their head against my leg and stare up at me longingly.
I want to look away in embarrassment as they pledge themself to me forever. I want the maids to giggle as we pass and manufacture romantic scenarios we always seem to end up in.
I want to convince my father, the King, to gift them my hand in marriage as a reward for their service and loyalty. My eldest sibling is much more fit to inherit the throne, and it's my duty as a prince to properly honor our vassals.
I want the nobles to gossip about us and the common folks to write romantic stories inspired by us; a tale of two destined lovers torn apart by societal roles finally becoming one.
I want to write heartfelt vows, words I've only ever shown in the small touches we shared, and the longing looks from across the hall that could never contain all the emotions I hold. I want to pull them in for a kiss, our first, in front of an audience of people.
I want to tell the whole world how much I love them at our wedding and have people shocked at how two people like us could ever love each other.
Wanda hated this arrangement. Marriage between her family, House Maximoff and it's closest neighbor House (L/N). It was a disaster in her mind.
Not only would she have to marry a man she just met but what she had heard about the crown prince of the house was even worse. Rumors had circulated that the crown prince was a womanizer, a prince who would chase all the maids and young women of the land.
"I refuse!" she stated before her father King Erik.
"I beg your pardon?" the monarch asked in response.
"I refuse to be married to some man who will not respect me. A man who would only see me as another notch in his bedpost." Wanda stated defiantly. "Mother raised me to be better than that! I refuse to be the prince's wife!"
"Our nation is on the brink of war with House Stark" the king argued, "in case of attack, we need allies and House (L/N) is our only option."
"What about Pietro?"
"He's pledged to take the throne, along with his betrothed Lady Crystal. Will you at least meet your betrothed?"
Wanda huffed, there wasn't much a choice. She simply nodded. Quickly, she went to her room and changed into some civilian attire.
"Please tell me you're not planning on running away" Natasha, her protector, waltzes in.
"I need some fresh air and some new paints. will my guard care to join me?" Wanda asks her oldest friend.
"I'd be beheaded if I said no" Natasha smirks as she quickly takes off her armor and slips on a cloak.
Wanda loved to see her kingdom, but the only way to remain safe was to go in disguise. Her favorite stop was the painter's shop. New colors and variations for her artwork, it was like being able to create new worlds with the stroke of a paintbrush.
She and Natasha stepped into the shop to find a new customer talking with the owner, purchasing a vial of scarlet red paint. Wanda ran to the back of the store to find the same color. But lo and behold, it was gone.
"Thank you so much" the new customer called out.
"Wait!" Wanda called out as she ran back to the front, "I need that color!"
"Scarlet?" the customer looked at her curiously. "you paint?"
"Yes. What is it unusual for a woman to love to paint?"
"Not in my mind." he smiles before handing it to her, "I was going to paint some roses but I think violets are better in bloom this season"
"Thank you" Wanda fishes for some coins, "allow me to pay you what-"
"Think nothing of it" the customer smiles, "I have all I could need. Pleasure meeting you miss-"
"Wanda" she found herself blushing. Natasha raised an eyebrow, finally someone to get straight to her heart.
"I'm Y/N" the customer smiles, "or at least that's what father calls me when he's not angry"
"And what do you do?"
"A-Apprentice mostly" Y/N shyly replied. "Still learning. But I play the lute and write poetry"
"I love to paint and writing song lyrics" Wanda lets out a chuckle. "I hope to see you again, Y/N"
"As I hope to see you as well, miss Wanda" Y/N replies before offering a bow and heading out.
Natasha lets out a little laugh, "you should've seen your face, Wanda. Your corset looked ready to drop"
"Shut your mouth" Wanda blushed as she walked back to the castle.
She walked into the throne room to see her father talking with a cloaked figure. The two were sharing a little laugh.
"I must've misunderstood the letter" King Erik laughs, "so no marriage required"
"Your majesty" a similar voice answers back, "my family is built on the Knight's Code. Despite what my brother's womanizing actions may say. I would rather have friends than a forced marriage"
Wanda approached the two, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. The king turned to her, "darling you must meet Prince Y/N"
"Y/N?" Wanda looked to the hooded figure who pulled down his hood revealing the friendly customer from before. The two young royals found themselves gasping.
Y/N couldn't wipe off the smile forming on his face.
"But-! How?"
"Your majesty" Y/N bows before her, "It appears our next meeting was sooner than we would think."
"Were you tricking me?" Wanda eyed the prince.
"Never ma'am." Y/N explained, 'I like to visit potential allies as a servant, i can get more places as such."
"So you're the one I am to marry?"
"I-If that is your wish" Y/N blushes
"You're not a womanizer"
"That's my older brother" Y/N huffs, "My mom raised me better than that."
"You're not an apprentice" Wanda giggled.
"I am actually. An apprentice monarch" Y/N laughs, "and I am still learning."
"Perhaps you could show me some of your poems," Wanda offered the young prince.
Y/N holds out his elbow to her, "only if you'll show me your paintings."
Wanda found herself blushing again. She looked to her guard who gave her the thumbs up.
The two young royals walked off arm in arm. Maybe there would be a marriage some day, for Wanda and Y/N. But for now, their kingdoms were safe and a blossoming love could take the time to fully bloom.
