Show You the Stars // Royalty AU // goodmangoestowar and rosetylerthevaliantchild
His finger immediately went to swipe the tear that fell onto her face, fully well knowing that it was his fault. His fault for being so selfish and putting himself out there in the first place. Putting her at risk so many times.
The things they’d done, he’d get his hand swat for.
And he’d stand by her, that he was sure of. She hadn’t done a thing wrong, and it would be obscenely unfair. But he didn’t know particularly how much influence he’d had, so he’d kept it safe. Not nearly safe enough, though.
His lips parted in quiet surprise at her quick panic, the man initially misunderstanding precisely why she was breaking down in front of him at a simple proposition. Time and time again, he opened his mouth to speak in an attempt to explain to her exactly what he meant without avail, until she’d finally finished.
With that, he released her hand, bringing his to her other cheek and, without a second thought, pressing his lips to hers for a moment, maybe two or three.
"Hush," He whispered, the smallest of smiles on his face as his forehead leaned against hers. "That’s not what I meant, I—sorry, never done that before, I—what I meant, is…"He pulled back a moment, still slightly giddy as he tried to recollect his thoughts. "By here, I meant with her. I’ll have my personal servant switch off with you, and—and you can spend time with me—and if y’dare try’n properly serve me, I won’t let y’cause that’s not what y’are t’me. But w’can eat and I can make sure y’alright and…w’can spend time t’gether again,” He offered, rushed. She’d still be paid—probably much more, and wouldn’t have to deal with the terrible conditions of the rest of the castle. And they could, just maybe, work this out.
"And y’haven’t got t’feel obligated’r nothin’ ‘cause’m th’prince," He assured her, realizing he was falling into the casual vernacular he’d taken on during the nighttimes with her. "But I’d really like t’keep on spendin’ time w’you."
The first thing Rose was aware of was that he kissed her.
She was suddenly aware of his lips on hers, gently pressing, soft and chaste. Never before had she felt this kiss of a man, the kiss of a boy in the fields when she was a child certainly, but never a man. And certainly never a man she loved.
And, though it was simple and pure, it was lovely. It was a seal of their love, a promise to her.
It might have been the best thing in her life.
Even in the short few seconds, she reached up to cup his neck, holding him close. Because even if he was firing her, she wanted to have this quick moment with the Doctor.
The prince.
But more important, he was her Doctor.
And he meant he would take her away from River. "You mean it...? You mean..." She paused, thinking about her fellow servants in the bowels of the castle... Who tired for barely any pay at all... "Y'mean I won't get paid what I deserve?" Rose murmured, thought she hadn't exactly refused.
"I can't bear to get somethin' I don' work for."
