there’s a small hint of red brushing against otherwise pale cheeks, the only hint of true feelings. there’s several eyes on you, yes, you, dear boy, dressed head to toe in red and white, adorned with sturdy chainmail and a brand new sword specifically designed for you. the steps you take are loud, confident, and she’s looking at you like she’s never been more proud of anything –––––– or anyone –––––– in her life. once you’re before her, you drop to one knee, lower your head, bite back the bright smile. ❝ your majesty . . . . . . ❞
@thesehabits asked for roman and queenie.
