Mar 30
mdni, dark, inc*st/fauxcest
regrettably thinking of king!price and princess!reader whom had three suitors lined up but the king was not satisfied despite them being more than perfectly acceptable -- well-read, wealthy, politically intelligent, strong, and witty. none of them are fit for his princess. and he tells you so, at the end of court, while you're sat in his lap, his warm heavy hand resting at your inner thigh beneath the many skirts of the dress he had made for you. his thumb rubs to and froe. his voice is low, a breath against your neck.
'any of them would take you away. that's the nature of the thing, innit?'