iβve been so caught up with work but oh my god that knight Ray is so perfect, even better its older ray EEEEEK! and youβre working on swas final chapter.. we are about to eat so so good ILoveYou.
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so glad you liked it!!!!! gonna work on part two in the next few days π
Omg knight ray omg omg ts is amazing thank you for blessing me but I fear I need 14 of them right now. It's amazing beautiful perfect ur writing is the best
yippee omg i was so nervous about it lol i've never written in that style before. i'm excited to write the next part :)))
im just here to drop an idea, no need to post it if you want :P
i was thinking of something along the lines of hidden relationship with knight ray, messy communications and ray not wanting to ruin readerβs comfortable royalty life by running away with him? if that makes sense?
i think knight ray would be very insecure about his status and always bring up βwe have to stop this,β whenever reader sneaks out of her chamber to meet him during the night.. your writing in angst is really really heart pulling and i think it would work so well in a hidden relationship kind of setting!
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this is probably going to be in three parts because i wanted to get something to you quickly!! here is part one, i hope this is along the lines of what you wanted π
knight!ray toro, princess!reader, afab reader, forbidden love, pregnancy, brief mention of vomit. there is a (legal) age gap (reader is mid-twenties)
will contain threats of violence, smut, angst, all the good stuff so mdniβΌοΈ
By Order of The King
You wandered aimlessly down the long winding corridors of the castle, the cool brick slapping against your bare feet and the chill of the night slipping underneath your thin white nightgown. The whisps of your long wavy hair that had slipped out of your braid tickled your face in the breeze as you walked, running your hand along the wall and humming to yourself softly.
The castle was dark, lit only by the bright moonlight shining through the windows and a few candles that had been left to burn so that the chamber knights and servants could manoeuvre their way around the castle easily in the night.
You were looking for Ray, the head chamber knight and close personal companion to your father, the King. It had been a few days since you had sneaked out of your bed chamber to find him, the last visit to him ending on a sour note. Ray had told you that this couldn't continue, that your relationship had to stop. Not only was it jeopardizing his trust with your father, but if you were caught, he could very well be executed.
You had assured him that your father wouldn't do that, that he was an understanding man with a kind soul, and he thought so highly of Ray that surely he would be delighted. Ray had disagreed, insisting that the things the two of you got up to behind your father's back was a direct betrayal of trust, not to mention an extreme misconduct of his duty of care towards his family and yourself.
As you walked, lost in your thoughts, a hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you quickly into an unlit hallway. You grinned at the knight as he lifted up his visor, his dark brown eyes appearing black in the darkness as he frowned at you.
You placed your palms on his cold, armour clad chest, your smile never faltering even when he began to chastise you in a hushed voice.
"Princess, you can't keep doing this," he pleaded, his armour clunking softly as he leaned to peer around the corner. "You should be in bed. The king will be mad if he sees you wandering around on your own."
You scoffed, biting back a giggle.
"My father is fast asleep, and I'm not a prisoner. This is my home, I can do as I please."
Ray was silent for a second, before his face softened and he smiled.
"I missed you, Princess," he whispered, placing his hand delicately on the side of your face. You shivered, but not because of the cold. "But you should go back to bed. You have a big day tomorrow."
You batted your eyelashes at him, leaning closer to the small gap in his helmet to whisper.
"Would you escort me, dear knight?"
Ray sighed, defeated, then nodded his head, pulling the visor back down to cover his face before stepping out back into the hallway and bowing his head. You lead the way, a little skip in your step as you walked back to your chamber with Ray behind you a suitable distance away.
When you arrived at your door, you grabbed Ray by the arm, dragging him inside with you and closing the door softly. You slipped his helmet off immediately, his long, brown, curly hair falling out of it and settling over his shoulders.
"Princess-," he began to object, but you shushed him with a single finger over his lips. He didn't argue anymore, and leaned into your touch when you placed your palm on the side of his face. He exhaled a shaky breath, his resolve crumbling the moment you stood up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips softly to his.
"Run away with me," you mumbled against his lips, his beard tickling your skin.
You felt his body stiffen, even underneath the layers of armour, and he pulled away.
"I can't let you do that," he insisted, his voice stern but strained with emotion.
"You don't have to let me do anything. You only have to come with me," you frowned, taking a step back and wrapping your arms around yourself. "Don't you want to be with me?"
"Of course I do, Princess, but I have a duty to-," he began to explain, reaching out to touch your hand. He trailed off when you turned away from him and climbed into bed, snuffing out the candle on the small table beside it and rolling over onto your side, your back to him.
"Princess, please understand. It pains me, truly, but we cannot be together no matter how much I long for you."
You rolled over to look at him through the darkness, seeing only the glint of the silver metal of his armour reflecting the moon.
"You say you have a duty to the King. Well, one of those duties is to ensure that I am happy. You make me happy. Isn't that enough?"
Ray sighed, placing his helmet back on slowly, then turning to leave.
"I'm sorry, Princess. This will never happen again," he told you, his words final as he closed the door behind him.
Tears pricked in your eyes as you listened to his footsteps become quiet and distant. You let out a quiet sob, before pulling the blanket up to your shoulders and willing sleep to take the heartache away, if only for a few hours.
You were awoken by the damsel, Agnes, who was responsible for helping you cleanse and dress.
"Good morning, my lady, the king wants you dressed and down for breakfast quickly."
Agnes helped you to wash, comb and style your hair in a loose braid, and dressed you in your day gown, helping you into your undergarments and various layers.
You sat on the edge of your bed as she knelt at your feet to slip on your leather house shoes.
"What troubles you, my lady?" She asked softly, looking up at you in concern.
You sighed, smoothing your dress down as she stood up and took your hand to help you stand, too.
"I'm in love," you told her honestly.
She didn't react, proper as ever, and just nodded her head in understanding while she waited for you to continue.
"But, as you know, my father has arranged for me to be wed in a week's time. I'll be meeting the prince tonight at the ball, and I could think of nothing worse than being handed over to a man I know nothing of, much less love. The thought makes me weep."
Agnes had near enough raised you since your mother passed away when you were a little girl, and your relationship with her was very personal, almost maternal.
"My dear," she murmured softly, shedding her royal etiquette for a moment to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "I do not know much about this life, but I do know that the rules and restrictions placed on you from the moment of conception are heavy and unfair. I wish I could help, but I'm afraid I am powerless." She pulled you carefully into a hug, and whispered into your ear. "But you, Princess, are not. Remember that."
Agnes' words ran through your head all morning. You barely heard a word your father said to you at breakfast. Ray was standing motionless by your father's side the whole time while you moved some food around on your plate, feeling nauseous and dizzy. You put it down to the stress of your upcoming wedding, and the way Ray's solid frame flinched by your father's side at the mention of you meeting your soon-to-be husband that night.
By lunch time, the nausea had worsened, and you excused yourself to your chamber to lay down. Your father had sent Agnes to follow you, and she entered your chamber just as you threw up into your chamber pot.
She rushed to your side, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you heaved between tears. When you sat back on your heel, Agnes helped you to stand and laid you down in bed, placing a damp cloth over your forehead and sitting on the edge of your bed by your side.
"Please forgive the intrusion, my lady, but I've noticed it's been a few months since your last flux."
You nodded your head, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. "It has been three," you confirmed.
Agnes stood up. "I'll go fetch the midwife," she told you, but you grabbed her hand.
"No! My father can't know," you pleaded, pulling her back.
"What will you do?" Agnes asked you, her eyes sad. "If you are withchild, the king is sure to find out soon."
You closed your eyes as tears began to well, and Agnes sat back down next to you.
"I don't know," you wept softly, placing your hand over your stomach. "But I know that my heart belongs to somebody already, and I know that I will keep this hidden until I figure it out."
"I'll let the king know that you have taken ill and can't possibly attend the ball this evening. I'll be back shortly to help you change into your nightgown."
Agnes placed her finger to the side of her nose, a sign of secrecy, then took the cloth from your forehead to re-wet it in the basin before placing it back. Then, she wordlessly picked up the chamber pot and stepped out of the room with it, leaving you to think tirelessly in the cold silence.
There was only one thing you were sure of. You had to tell Ray. Maybe that would be the catalyst that finally convinced him to run away and start a new life with you. Somewhere that the two of you could live free, away from all of the rules and pressures of royal life, and be happy.
The ball still went ahead as planned, with it being much too short notice to reschedule, but your father didn't disturb you, taking Agnes' word for it that you needed to rest.
Around midnight, there was a knock at your chamber door. You sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you called for the person to enter, and your face lit up when you saw Ray slip through the door and quickly rush to your bedside, pulling off his helmet as he knelt beside your bed and took your hand, bringing it to his lips.
"My princess, I heard you were sick. I had come and check on you," he whispered worriedly.
"Won't my father wonder where you are?" You asked, wrapping your fingers around his hand to pull him up to sit on the bed.
"He's far too tippled to even know where his own feet are," Ray chuckled softly.
"Lay with me until morning," you begged quietly. "Please."
He looked down at you, his eyes burning with unspoken desire, before he finally relented and began to shed his armour as quietly as he could before climbing into bed next to you.
You curled into his chest as he placed gentle kisses on your hand and down your arm, breathing in your scent.
"Run away with me," you whispered, so quiet that he barely heard you.
He exhaled a deep breath. "Princess-."
You took his hand and placed it softly over your stomach. "Run away with me," you said again, firmer, turning to look at him seriously.
The realization dawned on him almost instantly, and his eyes widened, looking from his hand on your stomach to your eyes. He pulled you closer into him, his strong arms wrapping around you with a possessiveness that made your head spin.
is there anything u have been WANTING to write but havenβt had the time or creative energy to get to?
oh gosh so many things
the rest of big words. more of the prince friedrich fic.
but i an idea i have day dreamed about for so so long and have wanted to write for so so long is a knight!adrian x princess!reader fic.
you are a very sweet, innocent princess. naive of the world but very caring about your people. you're pretty much secretly in love with adrian.
adrian is the knight assigned specifically to your service. your personal body guard. your protector. and adrian takes his job VERY seriously. he would kill anyone who even so much as looked at you funny if you allowed him. without your knowledge he has threatened and maimed courtiers who spread false rumors about you.
and don't even get me started about the suitor incident. when, during a ball, a prince from a neighboring kingdom cornered you in the gardens and roughed you up in order to take your innocence. adrian killed him slowly right in front of you, and when he was done, he held your face with bloodied hands.
THE MODERN DUNK TARG FIC WAS EVERYTHING TO MEβ¦imagining their future like Maekarβs first grandchild being half common (gasp the horror) and Dunk being THE perfect father and her struggling to balance overspoiling and giving them a humble upbringing oh and the angst of her watching Dunk be the father she never hadβ¦Yes Maekar adores her but Dunk is just so hands on and gentle with their toddler never gets short with them and so patient and AHHH
dunk and princess are wrapped around each others finger, like they would do anything for each other. dunk has enough control of her to be sure sheβs not a spoilt brat, and she has enough control of dunk to make sure heβs not so wound tight.
but when baby boy comes along? (because dunk needs to have a father son do-over). she is spoiling him to high heaven, she canβt say no. dunk is forced to be the uncool parent because you canβt just let a kid have whatever they wantβ¦
thatβs how aerion became aerion, though he would never say that to you. because you and aerion were so close.
