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Unfortunately, it comes with the territory of being his wife.

Smart girl. Nothing wrong with ruling a kingdom by yourself.

Why bother making it your responsibility? It's worth knocking him down just a few pegs.

I was never planning on it. Once I took over as Queen in my timeline, I would've ruled alone.

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He's usually a lot more level-headed than that. The Delacroixs are just... a sensitive subject in our timeline.

How do you deal with a problem like a son, is the million dollar question I'm asking.

It's brutal out here.

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Look, I'm sort of on your side here– they don't know what we've been through or seen because of those witches, and I'm not trying to be a nag, honest, you just make it incredibly easy when you act bullheaded.

As you just so bluntly stated, I already heard an earful from my mother and I do not need my own wife jabbing the dagger in further. Apart from what then? Tag-teaming his ass? Doubtful.

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As fun as it was to hear and watch, I unfortunately have to deal with the wounded pride.

Do yourself a favor and don't get married.

Holy fuck, I should remember my bigger tub of popcorn for the shit shows in my house.

God, he's such a dumbass.

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I would yell at you, but I think your mother covered everything. Probably not the smartest move of yours to do that by yourself.

I'm fine. I don't look as bad as I feel, trust me.

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Then you came from a far better timeline because we've lost many people to them, and we've been losing this war for years. Yes, twins– Aemon and Lysander. They're grown now, having been raised by Greed and Queen Alexia since their birth parents essentially abandoned them. You're right on the political front, and it hasn't been smooth sailing.

From my understanding, the brothers are neither of the sort. Azriel certainly isn't always the most approachable when it comes to socializing and I say so with fondness, but evil incarnate? The same can be claimed for Rhys, I've never seen a problem posed with any members of the First Family. Aemon...the news only reached Hell of Celeste's pregnancy mere months ago, twins, if I recollect. Arranged marriages aren't as often practiced, which stands to reason this one was needed. The aches of royal politics.

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Is anyone working on a way for us to go back? Many of us aren't in good enough spaces to be away from their timeline for long.

I'm not downplaying what has gone awry with those who have come from separate timelines, any rift wasn't the intended outcome. An unfortunate side-effect, of sorts.

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Well, Ramiel, I'm Petra– the Future Queen of Hell, if there's a regime for me to return to. I'm not above asking for help from an assassin, especially when it's to get rid of people that has terrorized Hell for far too long. You are self-aware– Aemon not so much, and it might end up in his murder by my own hands.

Go ahead, I could be convinced to for a battle royal with the First Son and the Delacroix brothers for the right price. It's well within my expertise providing assistance for any royal who deems the set of skills I possess necessary. Ramiel, master assassin, at your service. The marriage is more than consensual, as was everything else. That certainly sounds like a typical man, dear, our gender are immense fools.

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Husband is too kind a word, Nyrinn, but I get your point. You're really tempted to do all that again? Hate fuck that good? I would say that I'm not in the same boat but all he has to do is show his goddamn tree-trunk muscles and I've lost the fight before it even starts.

Love, at least your demon Prince is your husband. What happened to us is we are reduced to common whores at the hands of the ones we've previously slept with. And you know what...I am half tempted doing it again.

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It doesn't matter if it was for a purpose or not, especially when people's lives were messed up as severely as or worse than mine. Now does it?

I am not one who comes from a separate timeline, dear heart. The chaos in the air is thick, no mistaking that, but what created the rifts on accident were for a purpose.

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Of course you'd see it as the glory of war, you reek of death– maybe we should let you loose on the Rhys and his Delacroix fuckboys. Well, it sounds like what you're having is a consensual wedding, so it'll already be leagues better. If you're referring to a typical man, as in someone who doesn't listen to reason and likes to point fingers at everyone else instead of looking in the mirror, then yes.

Oh, what I would not give for the glory of war between the mortals and Hell. Do hope this is not what I have to look forward to when I'm married, but I'm sure my wife will not be a brute like your husband. Is he being a typical man, is that it?

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I'm sure I won't be the first person to track him down, and I won't be the last, but it's the best lead I have at getting home at the moment. Not exactly, but it was an arranged marriage, and neither Aemon nor I really wanted it. Where I come from, Hell is at war with the First Son and the Delacroix brothers, which is why I was surprised to find out that not only are you a hybrid, but the entire royal family outside of Greed.

Communicating through different timelines isn't quite my expertise, but I do recall meeting a scraggly-haired boy roaming the halls of Gluttony's mansion who I heard can portal jump. How complicated are we talking? I didn't allow my son to keep you around like some prized pet, did I?

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If that's you're best, then I'll raise you with the fact that I also fucked my demon Prince. What in the Hell happened to us?

I probably topped you with that.

You know that former flame demon Prince I need revenge on? We, um, we kind of fucked.

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The moment the Prince ripped his shirt over his head was the moment that Petra knew she was already on a slippery slope. One that she would claim was fueled by anger, scratching an itch that only the most annoying man in all the realms could manage to quiet, but she knew what it was. A trap that she was gullible enough to fall into because she was nothing but a fly attracted to honey-flavored arsenic. Pet stood her ground the moment he stood closer, his voice and words sending small sparks down her spine, but she wouldn't reveal the full effect he was having on her. At least not yet. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" Petra murmured, a hand moving to press against the warm skin of his chest as she leaned into him, "this isn't just a game to you. No grand gesture of giving me control of any punishment as a result of my anger." Giving the prince a sly grin, she raked her nails down his chest, feeling every ridge and valley of muscles before she pulled away, leaving angry red marks in its wake. Petra had to admit, it was making her feel a little better. "No, you crave it." The demon moved in a slow circle around the hybrid prince, fingertips trailing along the vast expanse of skin that Aemon had revealed to her. "The mighty Crowned Prince, next ruler of Hell, with so much on your shoulders. What you wouldn't give to have it all taken away for just a moment, so that it didn't crush you under its weight. Your love of pain... now that could be stemming from anything, but you don't want me to keep psychoanalyzing you." Stopping in front of Aemon once more, Petra's hands moved to her own shirt, slowly unbuttoning the blouse so it hung open, but she made no move to remove it. "You really want me to punish you, then beg for it. On your knees where you belong."

Aemon was hard-headed and stubborn, everyone in the kingdom and especially his wife were aware of this fact. When he placed his mind on accomplishing a task no matter how daunting and ridiculous, he would do everything in his power to achieve what he desired the most. Seducing the woman he married should have been the last thing on Aemon's priority list when the fate of his family and the kingdoms back in Hell were hanging in the balance, but if he did not distract himself with anything keeping his feet planted on the solid ground, he could lose his cool completely. He watched her reaction of his reveal in amusement, knowing that wouldn't be nearly enough to turn down the anger. "Call it the wise words of someone who is currently adjusting to being in a different timeline while our home's getting fucked." Aemon didn't have the time to dodge the swinging jacket at Petra slammed it in his direction, the soft fabric still leaving a sting against his bare arms. "Hey. hey, hey!" He protested, pressing the jacket to his chest before immediately letting it fall to the ground a second time. "What's the matter, Pet? Do not allow me to distract you from the frustrations you could be releasing elsewhere. Go on," Aemon tugged at the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, leaving nothing to the woman's imagination. "Why don't you show me how much I enrage you. Show me in great lengths how maddening I can drive you up the wall and back." The Prince stepped closer, voice low and husky, "Punish me for being wrong."

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Oh, good, I thought it was just me.

And now I'm left with nothing but swimming in regrets.

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It may be balanced for you, but it sure isn't for a lot of people I've come across.

It's about time the balance has been restored.

Everything is as it should be.

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Forbidden romances are great and all until reality comes crashing down. Damn, you're looking pretty good for a dead guy walking. The rest of my sob story isn't as bad as yours, except for the fact that we were taken from our timeline in the middle of a fucking riot on the palace and my family is probably dead at this point.

Thank whatever power is at play that we found each other– I don't think I could have handled someone telling me to continue playing nice like a good wife.

If we're sharing sob stories, my mother perished at the hands of a mad King tyrant before I was made to be his son's manservant. Forbidden romances run in the family so we fell in love. Biggest mistake of my life and it's what got me killed.

I like you. You get it.