#teddy bllk

[neventonin]

he's not even that bad but the slander is funny because wdym funtime kunigami

[nagified]

blue lock twitter is frying me rn 😭😭

Funtime Kunigami over here

[rekino2114]

Giving fem!teddy a plushie

Pairing:fem!teddy knight x male reader

A/n:i'm officially making it a tradition that every time after a newly introduced new gen 11 scores I have to make a post with them with a random prompt cause I already did that with Hugo (and kinda bunny) and I really really love all of the ones we have so far. I could have waited for his volume cover so I could see his color scheme and more of him but at max i'll change his dialogue color and also i just didn't expect him to score so soon

Also i'll change teddy's name to talia

Talia was walking back to her room after a training session, her mind drifting back to you

'I wonder why y/n didn't come to training today, I wanted to see him'

She had asked some people like agi but not even they knew where you were. She wasn't particularly worried as she just assumed you were too tired or busy but a part of her was still disappointed at not being able to talk with her boyfriend

She reached her door and opened it only to see inside....

"Congratulations!"

You standing there smiling brightly at her

"Oh y/n you're here"

"Yep, sorry i couldn't go training but I had something to do"

"I understand, but may I ask why you said congratulations, as far as I remember there's nothing special happening today.... unless..."

Suddenly Talia bowed her head and looked down

"I offer my humblest apologies if I forgot about something important to you, please forgive this worthless woman you have decided to make your girlfriend"

You sweatdroppred a bit and smiled trying to reassure her. You were used to her self deprecating tendencies but it was still jarring to hear her talk about herself like that

"N-no Talia it's nothing like that, please raise your head, in fact i'm celebrating you!"

She did that and looked at you"

"Why would i ever deserve to be celebrated?"

"Didn't you hear? Everyone's talking about it. A few days ago the football federation officially recognized you as a new generation world 11, isn't that amazing?"

"Oh i think I heard the reporters telling me something like that"

"Now you're one of the strongest under 20 players in the world, this definitely deserves celebration!"

"If you say so, I still don't think i deserve any of this but if it makes you happy then I will do it"

"I guess that's better than nothing, anyway, to celebrate it got you a gift"

You pulled out from behind your back...a plushie, more specifically it was a teddy bear dressed in a suit of armor with a small sword in its hand

"This is....."

"I had to go to build a bear to make this but i wanted it to be special for you, i hope you like it"

You held it out to her and Talia grabbed it, she looked at it for a few seconds before handing it back to you, just as you were worried she didn't like it she started speaking

"It is an entirely too adorable and thoughtful gift to give a worthless puppet like me, please bring it back, I don't deserve anything of this caliber as a gift"

"No you're not getting out of this"

You gave her the plushie back

"This is the gift I gave you and you're going to accept it, it's fine if you don't like it, i'll grab you something else, but if you like it then please accept it, you deserve this and way more. You're both an amazing player and girlfriend after all"

She looked at the plushie again and then at you

"Alright, sorry for making you worry, if you truly believe i am deserving of such an amazing gift then I will take it"

"Yay! Finally, i'm glad you liked it"

She hugged the plush close to her chest

"Yes, I definitely do, I will protect little teddy with my life"

"Oh is that how you want to call it?"

"Well it is a teddy bear"

"I like it, i think it's kinda similar to your name, and I kinda modeled it after you too, with your last name and nickname and all"

"That is true thank you for making something so wonderful for me y/n"

She looked up at you and smiled a bit, a bit of a rare sight for her

"I truly appreciate it"

You giggled softly and grabbed her by the hands as she put the plushie on the bed

"Don't mention it, like I said, no matter what you say you're wonderful in everything you do, especially now that you're recognized as a new gen 11"

You kissed each other for a few seconds

"You are such a great boyfriend for someone like me to have"

"I think you're just as great as me my beautiful shining knight"

[starry-dayzzz]

Bunny, now Teddy

who’s next Kitty??? Puppy???? These parents need their naming rights revoked ☹️

[allieluvshies]

ism sorry but...

WHO IS THIS???? YOURE TELLING ME THIS GUY IS A NG11 💔💀

congratulations to him for he js broke the ng11 beautiful and handsome men chain 😭💔💀

iam sorry my ng11 fan readers but...this guy is chopped...😭😰😦

he's the new england too... 😭

his name is teddy...yes, like the 🧸.

AHHHHH WHAT RHE WHAT THESE TWITTERS ARE FRYING ME 💀...

@nagisbunni

[vivyianzaki]

𝐈 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈 teddy knight x reader

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: MINORS DNI!! Warnings i should put non-con and dun-con here, because the part of reader and tristan y'all get uncomfortable

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 teddy as a knight and reader as a princess, middle age era,smut sometimes fluff, you inlove to the knight, reader getting assault the prince, teddy getting abused etc(I'm too sleepy to put notes)

The balcony wind tugged at your hair as you stood alone, shoulders shaking with every fresh wave of tears. The stone railing felt cold beneath your palms, grounding you in the ache that refused to fade. Memories of Teddy’s gentle hands, his soft voice, the way he’d looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered—all of it pressed against your ribs until you could barely breathe. You pulled the silk robe tighter around your naked body, the fabric whispering against bruised skin. Tristan had left you raw and aching, and the night air did nothing to soothe the fire still burning between your legs.

You cried until your throat burned, until your eyes swelled shut. You cried because Teddy was gone. You cried because Tristan had taken him away. You cried because every thrust Tristan had forced inside you still echoed through your core like a brand.

Hours later, the dining hall felt like a tomb. You sat stiffly at the long table, staring at the untouched plate before you. Your father cleared his throat. “Reader, what’s wrong? You should eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” you whispered.

Tristan’s fork clinked against porcelain. “You should eat or get die.”

Your chair scraped violently as you stood. “I said I’m not hungry!” The table rattled when your palm slammed down. You turned on your heel and fled, your mother’s soft voice trailing after you. “She’s always had a poor appetite.”

Tristan rose. “I’ll talk to her.”

You reached your chambers first, collapsing onto the bed. The teddy bear Teddy had given you lay on the pillow. You clutched it to your chest, rocking. “I miss him so much,” you sobbed into its fur. “Why is this happening? That one is a liar. He’s not assaulting me. We’re having sex because I want to… and he wants to.” Your tears soaked the bear’s head.

A knock. You froze.

Tristan’s voice filtered through the wood. “Hey. What’s wrong with you? You haven’t eaten when I’m beside you.”

You stayed silent.

The door opened. Tristan stepped inside, expression unreadable. “Look, I’m sorry for what I did to you.”

“You’re sorry?” Your voice cracked. “Really? You assaulted me. Are you out of your mind? This is like a nightmare.”

Tristan’s jaw tightened. “I’m really sorry. We’re not doing anything for our marriage.”

“You think I’m in love with you?” You laughed bitterly. “I’m sorry—you’re not my first love.”

Tristan went still.

“Where did you take Teddy?” you demanded.

“What are you going to do to him?”

“Yes. Don’t stop me. Where is he?”

“I’m not telling you.”

You lunged, fists flying. “You stupid—where did you cell him?” Your knuckles cracked against his cheek. He staggered into the wall. You hit him again, again, screaming, “Where is he? Where’s Teddy?”

Tristan caught your wrists, spun you, and slammed you onto the bed. “I don’t know!”

“Liar!” You spat in his face. “You’re the liar in this castle! What kind of prince are you? You’re an abuser! You should be punished and go to hell!”

His fist connected with your jaw. Stars burst behind your eyes. Before you could recover, he yanked silk cords from the canopy and bound your wrists to the headboard posts.

“Hey—what are you doing?”

“This is my punishment,” he growled, “for being stubborn and rude.”

You screamed. “Help me! Help!”

He shoved your underwear into your mouth, muffling your cries. The fabric stretched your jaw painfully. He tore your robe open, exposing your breasts, and latched onto a nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise. You sobbed around the gag, tears streaming down your temples.

Tristan shoved your thighs apart and thrust into you in one brutal stroke. Your back arched off the mattress. He fucked you deep and punishing, hips snapping, grunting with every slap of skin. “Why aren’t we making babies?” he snarled against your ear. You thrashed, wrists burning, but the knots held. He didn’t stop. He fucked you through your tears, through your muffled pleas, until your vision blurred and your body went limp beneath him.

When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down your thighs. He untied you only to leave you curled on the soaked sheets. “Night,” he said coldly, and slammed the door.

You lay there shaking, whispering to the empty room, “I’m disgusted with myself… that prince assaulted me.” You crawled to the teddy bear, hugging it tight. Your sobs quieted into exhausted whimpers. Eventually, sleep claimed you.

Far below, in the dungeon, Teddy hung by his wrists, head lolling. Agi and Niang stood guard outside the iron door. Torchlight flickered across their worried faces.

Footsteps echoed. Tristan appeared. The guards bowed. Tristan ignored them, pushing inside. He grabbed a bucket of cold water and hurled it over Teddy’s head. Teddy jerked awake, gasping, water streaming down his bare chest.

Agi and Niang peeked through the bars.

Tristan’s fist slammed into Teddy’s jaw. Again. Again. A final punch to the gut made Teddy retch blood across the stone floor.

“Does it hurt?” Tristan sneered.

Agi and Niang flinched, wanting to intervene but frozen by fear.

Tristan drew a small dagger from his belt. “I’m going to kill you.”

Agi and niang gasped, praying silently for not teddy get kill.

“Stop it, Tristan.”

Tristan stop the blade—

Your father’s voice cut through the dungeon like a whip. Tristan froze, then dropped the dagger. The king’s eyes were ice. “You should stop doing that. He’s tied. He’s not assaulting her.”

Teddy’s head snapped up at the words, rage flaring in his bloodied face.

“Let’s go,” the king ordered. Tristan slammed the door on his way out. Agi and Niang bowed as the royals passed.

Inside, agi and niang rushed to Teddy. Niang touched his bloody cheek. “We’re sorry we couldn’t protect you.”

Agi nodded. “We were scared we’d die too.”

Teddy managed a weak smirk. “It’s fine. At least you’re both safe.”

Niang’s voice shook. “What about you?”

“I’m fine,” Teddy lied. “Just… sleep.”

Agi fetched medicine anyway. Teddy closed his eyes, the image of your tear-streaked face the last thing he saw before darkness pulled him under.

The night stretched long and cruel, but somewhere in the castle, two hearts still beat for each other—separated by stone, blood, and a prince’s jealous rage.

Tomorrow, the garden’s evening hush wrapped around you like a heavy cloak as you sat alone on the stone bench, knees drawn to your chest. One week had passed since the night Tristan had left you bruised and hollow, and the ache still sat low in your belly like a stone. You stared at the wilting roses and whispered to the empty air, “What should I do? I want to see Teddy. I miss him.”

A soft rustle in the hedge caught your attention. A small white rabbit hopped out, nose twitching, one ear flopped sideways. Your tears slowed when you saw it. You slid off the bench and knelt on the grass, reaching out with trembling fingers. “Hello… are you lost too?” The rabbit let you stroke its velvety back. “Me too. I don’t know why they’re treating me like this. My parents won’t listen. I don’t have a knight anymore to save me when I cry.”

Your stomach growled softly. You glanced around the garden beds. “Are you hungry? Wait—let me find something.” You rose, wandered between rows of vegetables until you spotted a cluster of bright orange carrots still clinging to the soil. You pulled two free, brushed off the dirt, and returned to the rabbit. “Here you go. I hope you enjoy your meal.”

The rabbit’s nose worked furiously, but instead of eating it let out a sharp, worried squeak. You blinked. “Hey, what’s wrong? Just eat your carrots.” Another squeak. You laughed despite yourself. “I’m not sad,” you lied, scooping the rabbit into your arms. Its warmth seeped through your thin dress.

Footsteps crunched on the gravel path. Your father’s tall silhouette appeared between the hedges. “You want to adopt that rabbit?”

You startled, nearly dropping the creature. “Papa? What are you doing here?”

He stopped a few paces away. “Just keeping my daughter safe.”

You set the rabbit down and flung your arms around his waist, burying your face in his embroidered coat. “Don’t be sad,” he murmured, patting your back.

“Papa… I need to tell you something.” Your voice cracked.

He pulled back, frowning. “What’s wrong, Reader? Don’t cry.”

Tears spilled anyway. “Papa, please—can I break up with that prince?”

His expression hardened. “What? No. It’s important for the castle’s wealth.”

“I hate him!” The words burst out. “He assaulted me. He abuses me.”

Your father’s jaw clenched. “Why are you saying these things? He’s a good prince. He helped you with that knight who assaulted you.”

“Papa, listen to me—”

He turned on his heel and strode away without another word. You sank back onto the grass, shoulders shaking with fresh sobs. The rabbit crept closer and squeaked again, nudging your knee. You wiped your eyes and managed a watery laugh. “Hey… do you want to come inside? I’ll show you the castle.”

You carried the rabbit through the side entrance, past tapestries and flickering torches. “This is my room,” you whispered, pushing open the heavy oak door. Moonlight spilled across the canopy bed. You set the rabbit on the pillow beside your old teddy bear. “This is the bear Mama gave me. And this—” you lifted the rabbit onto the velvet seat of your small throne in the corner “—is my throne. Look, now you’re a princess too.” You found a tiny silver circlet from a childhood costume and placed it between the rabbit’s ears. Its nose twitched. You giggled.

From the shadowed hallway, your parents watched unseen. Your mother’s hand covered her mouth; your father’s eyes looked suddenly old.

Back in your room you fed the rabbit more carrot shavings, then brushed its soft fur with a silver comb until it dozed. You tucked it into a small wicker crib lined with silk and watched it sleep. Your own eyelids grew heavy, but your mind refused rest. I have to find Teddy.

You slipped into the corridors again, asking every knight and guard you passed. “Where is he being held?” Each answer was the same: “I don’t know, Your Highness.” Your feet ached and your throat was raw from whispering his name. Finally, near the eastern tower, two familiar figures lingered in the torchlight—Agi and Niang.

You hurried forward. Agi straightened. “Your Highness… I know where Teddy is being kept.”

Hope flared so bright it hurt. “Really? Where?”

Niang stepped closer, took your hand, and pressed a courtly kiss to your knuckles. “Your beautiful princess—”

“Stop that, Niang,” Agi hissed. “Let’s go.”

They led you down a narrow stair into the oldest part of the castle. Cold air brushed your bare arms. You trembled. Niang murmured, “Don’t be scared, Princess. It’s only a rat.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Agi stopped before a rusted iron door. “We’re here.”

He pushed it open. Torchlight revealed Teddy hanging by his wrists, face swollen and streaked with dried blood, more blood pooled beneath his bare feet. His head lifted at the sound of the door; when he saw you his cracked lips parted. “Reader… what are you doing here?”

You rushed across the filthy floor and threw your arms around his waist, sobbing into his bruised chest. “Teddy—what happened to you?” Your fingers traced the purple marks along his ribs. “Did Tristan do this?”

Teddy’s head sagged again. You cupped his face, frantic. “Teddy, wake up—please!” You spun toward the guards. “Release him. Now.”

Agi and Niang hurried to cut the ropes. Teddy collapsed; you caught him as best you could, easing him onto the stones. “Teddy, please wake up,” you cried, rocking him. You looked up at the guards, tears streaming. “Tell me everything Tristan did.”

Niang’s voice shook. “He punched him again and again. Punched his gut until he vomited blood. He was going to stab him, but the king stopped it.”

A fresh sob tore from your throat. You helped Agi and Niang carry Teddy’s limp body through hidden passages back to your chambers. Once inside you laid him on your bed, cleaned his wounds with warm water and soft cloths, and pressed healing salve into every cut. Agi and Niang stood guard by the door while you worked.

“Teddy, please wake up,” you whispered, kissing his forehead. Hours seemed to pass before his eyelids fluttered. He blinked up at you, confusion clouding his gaze. When he realized you were hugging him he pushed your arms away weakly. “Reader—what—why am I here?”

"We’re helping you,” you said softly.

Teddy glanced at Agi and Niang, thanked them with a nod, then tried to sit up. Pain lanced through his gut; he winced. You reached to steady him. “Careful.”

He waved you off. “I’m fine.”

You sat on the edge of the bed, heart pounding. “Teddy… are you mad at me?”

“Maybe,” he answered, voice hoarse.

Your chest tightened. “But I’m sorry—for what Tristan did to you. I never wanted any of this.” You leaned in to hug him again. This time he let you, but his hands came up to cradle your face, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Look at me,” he said. “I’m sorry, but we’re done. He punched me because he’s jealous. If he catches us again it’ll be worse.”

You shook your head, tears falling. “Teddy, I trust you. I don’t like Tristan. He assaulted me—twice.”

Teddy’s eyes widened. His grip on your hands tightened. “Is that true?”

You nodded miserably.

“Please help me,” you begged.

Teddy’s jaw worked. “Reader, listen—if your husband finds out we’re together it’ll be big trouble.” He stood, swaying, one hand pressed to his bruised stomach. You tried to help; he shook his head. “I’m sure.”

Agi and Niang moved to the door. Teddy followed. You grabbed a heavy traveling cloak from your wardrobe and pressed it into his hands. “Wear this—so you won’t be caught and thrown back in the cell.”

Teddy caught the fabric, eyes softening for a moment. “Thanks.”

You nodded, unable to speak. The three men slipped out. The door clicked shut behind them.

You sank onto the bed, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “Why is he acting so different?” you whispered to the empty room.

A soft squeak answered you. The rabbit had woken in its crib. You wiped your face and managed a small smile. “You’re awake. I’m sorry—did I disturb you?” You fetched another carrot, placed it gently beside the rabbit, then returned to your bed and curled around the old teddy bear, staring at the moonlight on the ceiling until exhaustion finally pulled you under.

The morning sun filtered through the tall stained-glass windows of the throne room, painting the marble floor in soft pools of gold and crimson. You sat upon your smaller throne beside your parents’, the white rabbit curled contentedly in your lap. Its fur felt like warm silk beneath your fingers as you brushed slow, soothing strokes through the downy coat. The steady rhythm calmed the restless ache in your chest, the only peace you’d known since the night you’d watched Teddy collapse in your arms.

A sudden burst of raised voices shattered the quiet. Angry shouts echoed from the raised dais where your father and mother held court. You lifted your head, ears straining. The rabbit twitched its nose, sensing your tension. You stood, careful not to disturb the small creature, and crossed the polished floor to the nearest servant.

“Hold this for a moment,” you whispered, pressing the rabbit gently into the young woman’s arms. She bowed at once. “Yes, Your Highness.”

You slipped between the heavy velvet curtains that screened the royal thrones. Tristan stood there, looming over your parents like a storm cloud. His dark cloak swirled as he paced. On the steps below, Agi and Niang knelt, heads bowed, faces pale with fear. Your heart hammered against your ribs.

“What are you both doing?” you asked, voice low.

Tristan’s head snapped toward you. “I told you two to keep a close eye on Teddy so he wouldn’t escape. And now he’s gone.”

Agi trembled. “We’re sorry, Your Highness. We… we fell asleep. We didn’t notice.”

Your father’s voice cracked like a whip. “Laziness is not tolerated here. I will not keep idle guards in my service.”

Niang swallowed hard. “We’re sorry, Your Highness.”

Tristan’s eyes narrowed. He stepped closer to the kneeling men. “Wait. I saw the ropes on Teddy’s wrists—someone cut them. Did you two help him escape?”

Both guards shook their heads frantically. “N-no, Your Highness!”

Tristan’s hand dropped to the jeweled dagger at his belt. Steel whispered free. “If you don’t admit it, I’ll kill you both right here.”

You burst from behind the curtain. “Stop!”

Every head turned. Tristan’s blade hovered inches from Agi’s throat. Your father’s brows drew together. “Why are you meddling, Reader?”

You moved between Tristan and the guards, helping Agi and Niang to their feet. “They did nothing wrong, Papa.”

Tristan’s lip curled. “Why are you defending them?”

Your voice shook, but you held your ground. “Because I’m the one who freed Teddy. I set him free. Agi and Niang only helped me find him. When I saw him covered in blood, I nearly fainted. Tristan… did you torture him? I know you’re jealous. Don’t do that to him.”

Your father’s face darkened. “Reader—”

You turned to face all of them, chest heaving. “And none of you have taken care of me. I feel like a prisoner in my own home. No one listens. No one cares. It’s all control and overprotection. I’ve had enough. I give up.”

You drew a shaky breath and looked straight at Tristan. “At least Teddy looks out for me sometimes. He comforts me when I’m sad. He helped me become a better person. I didn’t realize my parents’ attitude changed because of you. You act like you own this castle.”

Tristan’s jaw tightened. “Reader, stop.”

“I’m not stopping. Poor Teddy—I didn’t know he would act so differently after you hurt him over and over. He pushed me away when I tried to hug him.”

“Reader, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Embarrassing you? You think you’re the nice guy I met? No. He’s better than you. And you—you’re an assaulter. You treat me like a slave, not a wife. You abuse me every chance you get.”

Your father stepped forward. “Reader, that's enough.”

“Why, Papa? You’re defending him because you married me off for money. You don’t care about my happiness—you care about gold.”

“Stop!”

“It’s true! I never wanted to marry for riches. I’m not a gold-digger like you.”

The slap came fast and sharp. Your cheek burned. The throne room fell silent except for your ragged breathing. You lifted your chin, eyes blazing. “Deal. Ground me for two weeks. You think I’m scared?”

You strode back to the servant, took the rabbit from her arms, and walked away without another glance. Behind you, Tristan’s furious voice rose again, but you didn’t turn.

In the corridor outside your chambers, Agi and Niang caught up, faces still pale. They dropped to their knees. “Thank you, Your Highness. You saved our lives. If not for you, we’d be dead.”

You gave a tired laugh. “Don’t thank me. You helped me find Teddy. Are you his friends?”

They nodded. Agi spoke first. “We’ll take over for you while you’re grounded. We’ll bring news of Teddy whenever he wants to see you. Are you sure you’ll be all right alone?”

“I’ll be fine. I have the rabbit to keep me calm.”

Footsteps echoed down the hall. Tristan appeared, flanked by two guards. “You two—back to your posts.” Agi and Niang bowed and hurried away. Tristan’s gaze locked on you. You turned your back, but his hand shot out, yanking your hair so hard your eyes watered.

“Don’t ignore me.”

The slap that followed knocked you against the stone wall. Pain exploded across your face. You tasted blood. Agi and Niang spun around, but your father’s voice boomed from the doorway.

“Tristan, that’s enough.”

Tristan’s chest heaved. “I’ll teach her a lesson.”

“She is still my daughter. Overstep again and I’ll send you back to your own castle in disgrace.”

Tristan’s eyes flashed with rage. He slammed the nearest door so hard the torches flickered, then stormed off. Agi and Niang exhaled in shaky relief and slipped away.

Your father’s voice softened, but only slightly. “You’re still grounded for two weeks. Tristan will return to his castle until then.”

You didn’t look at him. “I don’t care. Why would I chase after him or cry over him?”

He sighed, disappointment heavy in the sound. “Still so rude.” The door to your chambers closed and the lock clicked from outside.

Night fell. You sat on the edge of your bed, brushing the rabbit’s fur in long, gentle strokes. It squeaked softly. “Oh, you’re hungry? I have carrots right here.” You placed a few thin slices on the silk coverlet. The rabbit nibbled happily.

You lay back against the pillows, staring at the carved ceiling. Moonlight traced silver lines across the canopy. The rabbit curled against your side, warm and steady. Your fingers found the old teddy bear your mother had given you years ago. You clutched it to your chest, eyes burning.

Somewhere beyond these walls, Teddy was free because of you. The thought was a small, fragile light in the dark. You closed your eyes, the rabbit’s soft breathing the only sound in the room, and let exhaustion finally pull you under. The stone corridor outside Teddy’s quarters still smelled faintly of torch smoke and old iron. Agi and Niang walked side-by-side, boots echoing softly against the flagstones. Both men carried the weight of the day on their shoulders; the prince’s threat had left their nerves raw. When they reached the heavy oak door, they paused, listening for any sound within.

Inside, Teddy sat on the narrow cot, elbows on his knees, head bowed. The bruises Tristan had left were turning ugly shades of purple and yellow across his ribs and jaw. He stared at the floor, replaying the moment he had pushed the princess away—the moment he had told her he could never be more than a knight. The memory burned hotter than any wound.

“I’m such a stupid fool,” he muttered under his breath. “She risked everything for me, and I turned my back on her.”

A soft knock broke the spiral. Agi pushed the door open. “Teddy? You feeling any better?”

Teddy lifted his head. His voice came out rough. “Did something happen to you two?”

Niang stepped inside, closing the door behind them. “The prince was hunting for you again. He nearly had us executed on the spot.”

Teddy’s eyes flashed with sudden fury. He stood, fists clenched. “That bastard. He dragged you into this?”

Agi nodded, still trembling. “We would be dead if the princess hadn’t stepped in. She told everyone the truth—that she freed you, that she cares about you.”

Teddy’s breath caught. “Reader…?”

“Yes,” Niang said quietly. “She defended us with everything she had. She told the king and Tristan that you’re better than the prince, that you comfort her when she’s sad, that you helped her become a better person. She even said she misses you.”

Teddy’s chest tightened. Every word felt like a blade twisting deeper. He could picture her standing in the throne room, voice shaking but brave, declaring her feelings in front of everyone who had ever tried to silence her.

Agi continued, “She also said she didn’t understand why you started acting differently—why you ignored her when she tried to hug you. She looked heartbroken, Teddy.”

Teddy sank back onto the cot, hands covering his face. “She still trusts me. After everything… she remembers me.” His voice cracked. “I have to go to her. I have to apologize. I have to make her mine before that monster hurts her again.”

Niang blocked the doorway. “You can’t. She’s grounded for two weeks. No visitors, no leaving her chambers. Tristan’s already been sent back to his own castle, but the king’s orders are strict.”

Teddy shot to his feet again. “Grounded? For what?”

Agi sighed. “She spoke out against her father—called him out for treating her like property, for marrying her off for money. They think she’s losing her mind.”

Teddy’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. “They’re the ones who are stupid. She’s the sanest person in this whole cursed castle.” He grabbed his cloak from the hook. “I’m going to her.”

Niang put a hand on his chest. “Teddy, listen. She told us to make sure you rest. She said if Tristan catches you again, he’ll finish what he started. She doesn’t want you hurt because of her.”

Teddy stared at the floor, breathing hard. Every instinct screamed at him to run through the halls, to break down her door, to pull her into his arms and never let go. But the memory of her voice—soft, worried, begging him to stay safe—held him in place.

He dropped the cloak. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ll stay. But only because she asked.”

Agi and Niang exchanged relieved glances. Agi spoke first. “We’ll keep you updated every day. We’ll bring messages, news, anything she wants you to know. Just… heal. For her.”

Teddy nodded once, then turned away, staring at the small window high on the wall. Moonlight spilled across the stone. Somewhere above, the princess lay in her gilded cage, brushing a rabbit’s fur and thinking of him. He pressed a hand to his bruised ribs and whispered into the dark, “I’ll come for you, Reader. Two weeks. I swear it.”

Outside, the castle settled into uneasy silence. Inside Teddy’s room, the three men sat with the weight of secrets, longing, and the fragile hope that love might still survive the cruelty of crowns and chains.

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃

[violetdiary444]

Doll parts for sale! Everything must go!!

[gaia104]

Teddy be looking hella fine in this new chapter

Son is cooking the whole team