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Crimson Crown (Pt. 5)

Royal AU! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Special thanks to @pinkiemme for this amazing cover ❤️✨

WARNINGS: Mentions of poisoning, awkward flirting, privacy invasion, mentions of character's death. Unresolved sexual tension, Unrequited sexual tension.

Summary: As danger looms in the horizon, a new objective is set in mind.

A/N: Didn't feel that well, so poured myself into this thingy ~ Hope your like ✨

Prince Gabriel approached today, I must say, there was something odd about his apology. Not in the disingenuous way but rather a more sudden and brazen one. The kind of way that leaves you confused.

He apologized, yet I wouldn't like to encounter his drunken self ever again.

Miguel blinked to read the next paragraph.

Odd things keep happening. The king has requested my presence today, Unexpected as it was, he is awaiting for me. I won't deny I dread this little encounter, hopefully this meeting brings me a little peace.

Everything seems to be happening at such speed is quite absurd.

He flipped the page with a sigh.

I've met the king where he instructed. And once more he manages to surprise me in such way I am... aghast. I'm still debating if it's a good thing or more of his political side taking over.

He said I was no stranger. He acknowledged me! I know this might sound preposterous even, but I'm glad we can settle for something more than strangers that occasionally have lunch together.

His words convinced me that he cares deeply for his people. Never in my life I've met someone that shares my vision for my future kingdom. It pleases me deeply. He is wise and I'm glad I am able to have such visionary on my side.

Oh...

He blinked as his mouth gave a shaky and surprised breath. His heart stirred in a pleasant feeling. It was odd and that terrified him. His heart was trying to settle a beat according to an specific emotion, but all of them mutinied and sent his brain into a brief override.

"Are you done invading her privacy?"

Miguel glared at a mirthful Jessica.

"This is the only way I can get some direct information."

"About yourself?" Her brow quirked with a little deadpan.

"The kingdom."

"Oh yes, the kingdom, of course."

Miguel rolled his eyes with a shake of his head and resumed his reading.

I was awaken today by the clashing of swords. The king was practicing some sword fighting with his brother. And now I can understand why he is called The Red King, or The Dragon's Claws in Onerim.

That was definitely a new nickname.

He wielded a sword in each hand. His technique is unique, precise and so deadly if one would be a tyro in the arts of combat. Even though it was a practice he didn't held back.

I cannot describe the feeling he... stirred within me. May God forgive me for such volatile imagination.

His lips curved in a smirk.

"Flip the page."

Jessica's voice made his eyes snap up at her. She was away in her spot.

"You'll get extra patrol."

"Ohh, what did you read?"

"Si si, ya. Cállate, me interrumpes." (Shut up, you're interrupting me)

The power the king holds in his garden is... beyond me. How could he just accept things without looking into it? A bit reckless considering mostly of the plants he owes are either poisonous or quite medicinal. There is no in between.

Peter seemed concerned for the safety of the people that take care of the gardens, must admit his reaction was laughable.

But to my horror, tragedy attacked. There were many injured, but the king concerned me the most. I know his men are dear to him, but he shouldn't neglect himself. Not when he had a deep wound that could end up in a serious infection.

He allowed me to help him. He gave me a chance to prove him how worthy I could be. Hope my efforts didn't go unnoticed.

They didn't. How could he forget about your doting fingers working on him with such expertise, he barely felt any pain. He flipped the page.

Was I too straightforward when I said I admired him? He seemed uncomfortable even told me to see someone else as a role model. He's quite hard to read sometimes.

He's always frowning or scowling. Should I stop trying to approach? Even if we know our duties, I wouldn't want to be at odds with him.

But right now, my mind wanders to my father. He is ill, and I must visit him. Hopefully the king will understand.

Miguel exhaled. His shoulders slumped, and he rubbed his face. Once again the questions assaulted his mind, yet wandered towards your family.

So far they seemed good and they were keeping the promise. The economy kept thriving and so far none had complained of any trouble in the West Passage.

He put the diary back in it's place and left your room. The lovely smell of rich violets had been long gone. You had left a day ago. Nothing had changed except his inner turmoil regarding your safety.

Not that he didn't trust his men. Peter was more than efficient, Gwen was capable despite being young, just like Hobie. And Webslinger was more than seasoned. You'd be alright. You had to.

He left your room with Jessica tailing behind him.

"One day you'd have to tell her that you've been reading her diary."

"Probably she'd end up poisoning me."

"And you'd die a happy man."

Jessica chuckled as he was about to protest.

"Do you miss her already?"

His shoulders tensed and slicked his hair back.

"How is the east frontier gateway doing?"

"Holding up as it should"

He nodded, "Any complains?"

"Negative. The mutinies have been controlled and the leader has been arrested." Jessica rolled her shoulders to ease some tension, "It's the second mutiny regarding a rebellion we've encountered this month."

"Do you think it's a pattern?"

"It better not. Rebellions although used for higher causes, always bring second hand intentions. With enough fire and ignorant people, it can be dangerous."

His nose flared, frustration simmering in his heart.

"Sometimes I do wonder if I'm doing a good job as a king."

"You can't keep everyone happy, Miguel."

"I know. Still I'm doing everything I can yet it's never enough it seems."

"It won't be for those who aren't satisfied. You're a good ruler. And if this keeps happening, we'll handle it. Like we always do."

"Thanks."

"Besides, you have the Princess now. You said she shared your ideals, hold onto that."

"Might as well invite her for a hearing in a council."

"Don't listen to those old people, they are nothing but square thinkers."

"As long as their interests aren't threatened, the princess will be alright."

"We gotta see her temper as well. Oh! can you imagine her being like you? The scandal!"

"You're enjoying this too much."

"Of course I am. You're worried about something else that isn't the kingdom for once."

"She said we're acquaintances."

"Better than strangers or people that see eachother as something convenient. Does it bothers you being only that with her?"

"It's not that. Wouldn't want to be on her bad side either. You know I don't trust easily."

"You're still seeing if you can trust her?"

"Of course. That's why I read her diary. Her thoughts are truthful."

"Whatever works out for you, I guess. As long as you remain truthful."

----

Your carriage stopped in the outside of the castle. Your mother and Lucille already awaiting. Peter opened the door for you as you stepped out.

Lucille rushed to hug you.

"I've missed you so much!"

The queen joined in a heartfelt reunion. Peter and the rest followed you inside.

"My dear. You have... no idea how much I missed you."

The queen gave you a kiss on the forehead and a hug.

"How is father?"

"Stable. Come."

Peter stood behind you, paying a keen ear to the conversation.

"What happened?"

"A poisoning attempt."

Your hands covered your mouth and the queen squeezed your shoulders.

"And by none other than his beloved mistress. That wretched whore poisoned him once he refused her whims."

Your jaw tightened upon hearing the things that came out her mouth. Another reason to abhorre them. Not only they had meddled with your parent's marriage, but now one had tried to kill him.

Peter saw you tense, now having a wider perspective on why you were so upset regarding them. Understandably so.

"Tell me she is dead."

Peter blinked at your words.

"I assure you this ain't the first attempt she tries. Remember when he suddenly fell ill by an everlasting raving? The whore had diluted datura and henbane on his drink."

"As much as I'd love to handle her treatment personally, I shall go to see the king. Lucille, Peter please come with me."

Peter gave the rest a sign call to remain put as he followed. You were on your element, and it showed as you gave turns around the castle, like muscle memory.

Lucille separated to go to a lab-like room as you walked to the king's chambers.

Guards saluted you as you entered. Heart sinking at the sight. Your father laid on bed, pale due sickness, lips devoid of color, eyebags dark and sagging thanks to the little sleep.

"Oh no. no. Please leave!" You dad whined but you held his hand soothingly

"How could you ask such thing when you're fighting for your life?"

"Who is this man?"

"Commander Peter B. Parker. From Arachne."

"You've already gotten married?"

"No. Not yet."

You soaked a rag on the water next to him as the damage was assessed.

"From all the things you could've done, was to anger a woman that is power-hungry."

"Please, child-"

"You know how that... Sarina is."

"She's just angered, but she will come to me. I know so. This is just a quarrel -"

"Father."

Your voice was stern, laced with anger, yet you kept wiping his sweat.

"I'll have her executed for murder attempt."

The king groaned and sobbed.

"In my time, none went above me. And look how things have changed, ser!" Your dad looked at Peter, trying to get him to reason with you. He just gave an awkward smile.

"It's beyond me how can you keep defending such... woman after everything she has done to you. You might tolerate it. But I do not."

You stood and went to the little medical station that was left either by Lucille or another doctor. Hands ground some herbs as Lucille brought a pot of boiling water.

" You don't know her like I do."

"Oh, my apologies dear father, but anyone that attempt to kill me in the name of love must surely be a lovely person"

Peter just remained watching, until you called him while stirring a goblet with a steamy green concoction.

"Hold the king." You instructed as he blinked stupidly.

"Beg... your pardon, your majesty?"

"Please hold the king's hands. I will give him his medicine."

"If you dare to touch me, I will have-!"

"You barely can keep your own head up, father. Stop it."

Peter sighed and held the king's hands firmly. His skin cold, clammy and waxy. Your father whined like a child as you made him swallow the potion, green and thick drops of the brew rolled down his chin. His face contorted in a repulsed one at the strong and sour taste.

"Thanks, Peter."

The Commander stepped away and let you work. You seemed used to your father's antics at this point, and so was Lucille.

"Now, if you excuse me, I must talk to the queen."

"Your mother refuses to talk to me, child."

You rolled your eyes.

"Understandably so. You can't expect people that love you be happy for such repetitive behavior. Much less with someone that brings suffering. You're lucky if she doesn't makes you watch that woman's execution."

"Sarina has done nothing but to bring joy to my life!"

Sighing you shook your head.

"My God... why men must think with their groin?! How can you so blind, father? You've hurt my mother with your little childish affairs." You took a deep breath, "You're a king. An old one, mind you. Behave like one."

Your voice laced with anger. A warning tone.

-----

As day passed, Miguel poured himself into work. The reports of Rhino sure had decreased, the villain so far knew to keep a low profile, which was odd. It was against the rouge's nature to be so quiet and cunning, unless someone else was with him. And that meant trouble.

Sighing for the millionth time, Miguel plopped on his chair. One that had to be custom made for him, and then, slicked his hair back. Sometimes he wanted to pull his hair out due the strain he was constantly facing, and other times he really wanted to just punch something or someone.

He was sure that if that desperation would be a human or something tangible, he'd not only punch it, but would try to make it through the same suffering it was making him endure. His heart beat faster and he clutched at his chest. A few deep breaths was enough to ease his irregular beatings.

He closed his eyes and relaxed his body. His fingers rubbed on his aching eyes. He had been sleeping less and less, to the point of having random yet unwilling naps and waking up tired and sore.

His neck popped as his spine cracked back into place and grunted like a rusty machine. His mind tried to empty itself, gravitating towards your soft and warm fingers on his aching skin. It was the closest someone has ever been touching him in a non threatening way.

Your fingers felt like silk sliding down his upper body, A gentle caress from the wind, a soothing touch in aching bones. Balm to his bleeding body.

Soft caresses on his face and hair turned real, palpable even. Like if his thoughts were taking shape and were now massaging his scalp with such softness it made him groan. He was surely losing his mind, but the touch was so soothing and slumber inducing that he remained still, slowly melting into the caresses. They reminded of yours.

Had you returned already?

His nose was filled in with a scent he wished to have long forgotten eons ago. His eyes frowned as the too real dream now delivered fluttering kisses up and down his neck. His scent strong in myrrh and herbs.

"Hello there." The feminine voice snapped his eyes open and sigh.

"Leave."

"But you seemed to be enjoying it, Miggy."

Dana's voice purred into his ear which he quickly shook off with a disgruntled sigh.

"I said leave." He nearly growled and that made her stop, only to kneel before him, spreading his legs, her hands roaming over his clothed inner thighs.

"I've seen your new toy. Even though she is quite the looker, it makes me wonder. For how long you'll play until you break her?"

Miguel's eyes darted to her as she placed little kisses on his hands. He quickly removed them off her lips, annoyed, earning him a giggle.

" I know you. You like playing rough until your toys can no longer amuse you. But I'm still here, Miguel."

Her fingers roamed his injured arm gently, but even so, Miguel winced. Her touch felt soiling yours.

"Did she heal you, my love? How sweet of her to keep you in good shape for me." Her hand hovered over his groin but he quickly grabbed her by the wrist. "How long has it been since we had some pillow talk?"

"How brave of you to prowl when she is gone."

"I am generous to spare her a bad time, by seeing me coming out of your chambers. Isn't that nice of me?"

"¿A poco si?" (Are you?) His face went blank

"Oh, Miguel. You mockery has turned soft. Just like you. I wonder if it's by that little witch influence."

"Witch?"

"I'd be careful around her. She knows too much." She sat on his lap.

He quirked an eyebrow without amusement. Stoic as ever.

"Follow your own advices, querida."

Dana widened her eyes slightly as she seized him with an undignified stare.

"You wouldn't allow her to do so such thing."

He shrugged and pushed her off his body gently, a cue for her to move but completely missed it.

"Who knows? I might feel bored and in dire need of amusement one day if you keep testing my patience. I said leave."

Dana stood with anger as he growled.

"We are on the verge of war and you suddenly start being all moronic and stupid over a pair of pretty eyes. She has been washing your brain! "

"The prettiest I've seen, indeed." He taunted.

"You are mine. And I do not share. Much less with a witch! For all I know she could've already poisoned your drinks!"

Miguel gave her a smile that didn't reach his eyes and approached her.

"Is that so?" Her lips smirked as she bit her lips. Miguel took her by the chin.

"You don't like sharing?"

Dana shook her head and gasped as Miguel cornered her to wall, hand still gripping her chin. A grip that turned borderline painful as he kept squeezing.

"Tell me, dear Dana." The octave lower tone he pronounced dear made her gulp, "Do you see a ring on your finger?"

"She doesn't have one either."

"Yet. The difference between you and her is that she will. You won't." He spat. His smile long gone as he scrutinized her face. "We share a vision. You and I? A bed many months ago."

Dana growled but yelped as Miguel patted her cheek a bit too roughly.

"You don't love her" She taunted with a smirk, trying to swallow the painful stabs his words provoked her.

"What makes you think I love you instead?"

Something dern slithered in Dana's eyes.

"I am not in the mood for your stupid games and hysterics. Not now, not today, nor ever. Entiendes? Stay away from her and my affairs." (Understand?)

Dana stole a kiss, leaving a little wound in his lips in the process, a desperate way to mark him. Miguel snarled and took her by her arm then shoved her out of his chambers, slamming the door in her face. Rejecting her completely.

Little did Miguel know on taking Jessica's warning words at heart.

A scorned woman holds such wrath even you must learn to be wary of.

Dana left, her thinking gears turning and moving. Miguel would learn, whether he liked it or not. He was hers. She licked his blood off her tongue.

-----

"I apologize you had to witness that. My father... Is like a child once he gets bedridden.

"Do not fret over it, your highness. I've seen and done worse than that."

You chuckled as you walked through the gardens, checking on your roses and herbs.

"I always forget to ask you, ser Peter... Has the king been always this serious?"

"Even as a kid, yeah. His father trained us together."

Nodding your fetched a basket and then asked for boiling water to one of the nearby servants.

"Was he as ruthless and bloodthirsty as people say?"

"Ruthless, yes. He is when it comes to protect the kingdom and people he holds dear."

"But?"

"There is no buts, Princess. It is as it is."

"He loved the slaughter then?"

"Not to that point, but he wouldn't hesitate in ending someone's life if it was a threat. As little as it seemed to be."

You nodded and pulled two black roses along some berries to then put it on a kettle.

"What has changed?"

"He got tired of the bloodshed. And so Arachne. So we strive for the peace, wars leave nothing but destruction and broken families in their wake. "

"But?"

"We won't hesitate to wield our swords again if we are called for duty."

Nodding, you poured a cup for yourself and another for Peter.

"Sit." You instructed as you added honey to your tea, "We grow these for our women. In Theleria, fertility rites are quite sacred."

Peter eyed the simmering flower, the hot blend slowly turning into a subtle red-ish hue.

"But for men, it's just another drink for energy boosting" You smiled, "Thelerians are avid tea drinkers."

"Not my business to prey in, but... You're to kill that woman?"

"The Queen is. Can't pry away that from my mother. My people found out she is mingled with King Fisk's men. And thanks to her influence on my father, my kingdom just lost a couple more lands to him."

The tea's flavor blooming so sweetly in your mouth. A stark contrast in the sourness of your words.

"I don't like mistresses for that exact motive. Sure, love can be displayed with them, since royals get together to secure territory, legacies and the like, nothing more nothing less."

A sigh.

"I truly wouldn't want for the king of Arachne to fall under the same curse we have."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Some of our past kings have had a fair share of mistresses. And all of them have had a favorite that for some reason, turn out to be calamities."

Another sip of your tea, "I'm aware that such position influences greatly in a king's judgement. Sadly our past kings thought with their groin." Your eyes stared off at your drink, "And little by little they engaged in wars that costed our kingdom greatly."

"King Miguel is wise enough to not fall under such things."

"Not to underestimate his reasoning, but these women are cunning. You don't see them coming until is too late."

"Princess. I promise you, it's not the case with the king. Please, don't waver your faith in him."

"I will trust your word, ser."

Peter nodded with a solemn nod.

"How... -"

"Will the Queen dispose of her?"

Shrugging you finished your tea

"That is up to her. One would think that my mother would enjoy this, be satisfied even, but little do people know is that she is in pain."

"Pain?"

"Indeed. She never managed to get my father's love entirely, as it was an arranged marriage as well. And after my brother's passing it turned worst. My father's behavior I mean."

Peter sipped his now warm tea, for his surprise it was mellow and sweet tasting.

"He shut himself off from everyone. My mother specially. But with that woman, he seemed a different man. Even I was a fool to believe their supposed romance."

You ate a little candied flower before speaking again, trying to sweeten your mouth after the acrid words.

"It's not easy for her to get rid of my father's source of... twisted joy. But her treason to this kingdom weighs more than a heartache."

"If you were in this position-"

"I am, somehow, ser. And I hope I never meet them."

Peter's lips pursed and nodded

"Would you proceed like your mother?"

"No. I'd step away. There is no business for me to do in that situation. Can't get in between two people that seek eachother."

"I see"

"Why?"

"Just thinking. What if it's a one sided thing?"

"I'd need you to be more specific on that, ser."

"What if the king doesn't partake anymore in such activities, but the other... part, seeks him?"

"Still. Why would he keep them around to begin with, if he has no intention of such activities?"

You sighed once more, "It's more complicated than that, ser. I know that King Miguel has had concubines or mistresses before. But it's confusing."

"Confusing?"

"I'm not one to be authoritarian, and I know it's tradition for you and the rest of the continent. But in my kingdom, mistresses are... heavily frowned upon."

"May I ask why?"

"We value, respect and cherish those whom we decide to share our lives with. Adding someone else in the picture would not only make our partner feel unworthy."

You wet your lips after much talking, "But rejected even, a clear 'I do not need you nor want you'. My father was the fourth king in following such wretched customs."

"Do you feel disrespected, your highness?" Peter tried carefully, and your eyes casted down.

"I'd be a liar if I say I don't, even though prince Gabriel apologized. But customs are customs, I suppose."

Peter could only sigh, disheartened. Naturally he'd had to inform back to Miguel, however your words had opened a new perspective to him. He could now understand why you were so upset about how everything displayed.

Still, the drunk habits of prince Gabriel weren't appreciated.

"Wander the city, have some fun while you're here. I am to remain whitin the castle anyways. Must prepare my father's medical dosage and then I'll have some tea with Lucille."

You stood and left, cutting him short before he could reply.

-----

In the end, the execution of Sarina was a quick beheading, once the king had enough color on his cheeks, you were set to go. With a heavy heart you said your goodbyes to Lucille and your mother, who you had shared the past events.

"If he keeps causing you pain, return. We'll find a better solution. I will not tolerate you to end up like me."

She had said, comforting you at her best. Gwen, Hobie and Webslinger had toured the city with the help of Lucille. They carried some souvenirs back at work. You on the other hand, had been keeping your attention at your needlework all your way back to Arachne.

It took you two days to arrive, three and a half to stay and another one and half day to arrive. A whole week.

The scenery had changed, the might and grandeur welcomed you with open arms once more. Calling you, demanding your presence at the castle as red eyes settled on the window, watching from the horizon at the door, expecting; preying.

His eyes lit up with keen interest as your carriage stopped within the porch. Peter helped you out, Gwen and Hobie followed you as Webslinger returned to his post.

Peter arrived minutes later, a turgid expression painted in his face. Miguel didn't know if to feel worried or even more distressed.

"Report."

"Hello to you too, pal. Glad to see your sour face again."

Miguel exhaled deeply, begging for patience to heavens.

"Hello, please report."

"What happened to your lip?"

Miguel's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

"Then I am not speaking."

"Ah que la chin-... Mira, Parker no estoy para juegos." (Fuckin sh... Look, I'm not in the mood.)

"Neither am I. So you better speak up. What happened?"

"Dana happened. Alright? Now fucking speak."

"You absolute cheater"

Miguel's eyes widened in anger at his words.

"Whatch your fucking tone, Parker."

"I give two flying ducks who you are right now. You slept with your mistress again? While the princess was gone?"

"Funny for you to think I have the time for that. I didn't. She barged in my chambers, told her to fuck off and she bit me instead."

It was Peter's turn for his eyes to widen as Miguel spat his words angrily, nearly seething.

"You should definitely put that rabid dog down. Why do you keep her around if you aren't engaging?"

"Because..." Miguel sighed, " Because I know what that...pinche zorra is capable of." (Fucking whore)

"Kill her then."

"No."

Peter deadpanned, "You've killed for less. You've killed other mistresses before!"

"No. Still, is not easy to get rid of someone like her. You think I don't want her out of this place?"

Peter sighed and removed his gauntlets.

"Everyone warned you about her."

"You act as if you weren't young and stupid."

"I told you, Jessica told you, even your mother that didn't like anyone warned you about her."

"I was nineteen! I had just been crowned."

"And now you see the consequences of spoiling a pet too much."

Sighing, both friend's fumes dissipated, Peter face grew somber as Miguel pinched the bridge of her nose.

"She feels disrespected."

"Who?"

"My hen."

Miguel quirked an eyebrow to him, confused.

"The princess! She explained a bit of her customs and yeah, it makes sense for her to be upset about Gabriel calling her a concubine."

"She's still upset about it?"

"Rightfully so."

Peter explained the conversation he had with you. The king's health, the motive of said illness, the execution; Lucille and your customs. As Peter spoke Miguel's face changed into many emotions. Confusion, anger, discomfit and a hint of sadness.

"That's pretty much about it."

Miguel chewed at the insides of his cheek and gave an exhausted groan.

"No puedo más. I... No puedo."

Miguel wanted to rip his hair out, or scream until his voice was raw. Instead he stood.

"I'll be right back. Tell Jessica to bring in a new dose."

The king left his office, he'd receive the reports later, his steps guided him to your chambers. he entered albeit unannounced.

"My goodness!" You squealed and quickly secured the robe that laid loosely on your shoulders and legs, around your body. Cheeks flaring.

Miguel turned around to give you some privacy while picking his palm with his nails.

"My apologies, Princesa."

Smooth and supple skin was engraved into his mind. He cleared his throat.

"It's... It's fine. Didn't expect your visit. I am dressed."

A shame.

A little part of his brain screamed as he glared at none in particular for such thought. He turned around and you were fumbling with some things inside a little wooden box.

Your face lit up, when pulling out a piece of fabric with an intricate embroidery design. It was Arachne's and Theleria's emblem, woven together in the richest threads colors he had imported.

You stepped closer and offered it to him.

"A gift for you. I cannot express my gratitude enough for allowing me to see my family again, my lord."

"You did this?"

The fabric felt soft on his calloused ones, he was marveled. He'd never had enough time to indulge his own desires and hobbies as they were long gone forgotten and replaced by countless hours of work.

"In my spare time. Been planning on making this for quite a while. And now that I've finally finished it, it's yours."

You placed the thing on his hand and smiled

"Do you like it?"

"I do" He smiled gently, "Thanks. You're quite skilled in this."

"Thank you, ser."

A pregnant pause fell upon you both. Eyes squinting at the broken flesh of his bottom lip. Your fingers examinated it gently. It was a bold move considering you had only touched him once before, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Are you alright?"

A sudden adrenaline rush came to him. His mouth went dry at the sudden proximity you had created between the both. You couldn't help it, the healer in you always took over whenever seeing a wound.

"I injured myself." He lied and his mouth felt dirty, his heart gave a doleful beat as you frowned in concern.

"If stressed, lavender will relax you. Would you like me to prepare some for you?"

"It's alright. Just a stupid injury."

"I differ, but this one isn't that bad."

"Is the king better?" He quickly segued between topics and nodded with a smile at his question.

"He is. My mother and Lucille took a great care of him. I just added the finishing touches to his health."

"What about the Queen?"

"Oh? She is alright. Thanks for asking."

"Do you miss them?"

"Dearly. But my duties remain here. They will be fine."

"I'm glad you made it back. Unscathed I mean."

"Thank you."

Again, he cleared his throat at the uncomfortable silence.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, your highness?"

"I'd like to introduce you to the council soon, we'll have a meeting someday this week. I'd like for you to attend."

"Oh? Sounds like I should prepare myself."

"You'll do just fine."

"Even though I am scared, I will be there. I'll take it as another chance to learn from your kingdom."

Your eagerness about something new always made his eyes soften.

"I will let you rest, Princesa."

He took your hand and kissed the back of your palm. Your cheeks burned again.

"Have a good night."

"You too, my lord."

As Miguel left, his hands caressed and scrutinized the fabric. Your dedication shown in the pristine weave. A red skull spider like symbol surrounded by a wreath of roses.

A symbol of your future union. And now it was all his. He was glad you were home unscathed, that you saw your family and friends. But Peter's words had caused such effect on him that humbled him right away.

He wasn't aware of your customs, never really took the time to take a look on it. Which costed him a big time of his trust. He had disrespected you without knowing, and it was all up to him to fix it properly.

The thought of Dana touching him made him feel greatly repulsed. Touches that he once got lost in, were now selfish yanks and pulls that suffocated and irked him. Contrary to yours, that not only healed, but treated him with respect.

You didn't pressured him into things. You understood his motives, and how his time was used. But still, after reading your diary, he knew he also had to make an effort to keep you included and not sought after just when the conditions demanded your presence.

Exhaustion finally took a grip on him, he just removed his armoring and clothes, too quanked to even remove his shoes, limbs too heavy to keep moving. The bed under him creaked by his weight and for once in a long while, Miguel followed Jessica's advice and went to sleep early. No bad dreams nor ill heartbeats hunted him.

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jakesuli · 2 years ago

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Crimson Crown (Pt.4)

Royal! AU Miguel O'Hara x Princess! Reader

Special thanks to @pinkiemme for this amazing fanart for this fic ❤️✨

WARNING: Sibling bonding, tension, research on medieval herbs and their use, Canon characters injury, relationship building, Slow Burn (?) implicit strained relationships, mention of illness, mild angst.

Summary: Even the enemies contribute in the least expected of ways.

A/N: Would've update sooner but a blackout happened lol, anyways c:

Previous Masterlist

Crisp and quiet morning glory remained unfazed as the first rays of the auriferous sunshine seeped through your window, illuminating and blazing alight your chambers.

Sleep had came easier this time since your had an honest talk with Miguel. Your goals for the future on both kingdoms had found a common ground for dialogue to settle in and bring your hopes into display. To your surprise you weren't seen as a stranger anymore by him.

The words and the softness they were said gave your wounded heart and pride a bit more of healing. The excitement in his mahogany eyes shone as you spoke about your future plans, staring your way with a subtle childlike wonder.

You yawned and smiled at the memory.

The sudden clash of metal against metal made you blink and rose from bed in a haste, the sun warmth took you in as you peeked through the windowsill, curiosity invading your head. Drowsiness immediately vanished from your body at the sight.

They were training. A smirk etched on Gabriel's face while Miguel's annoyment grew. The servants awaited for them with refreshments and rags to wipe their sweat after. Peter and Jessica rested against the stony and sturdy walls, watching with keen eyes.

A topless king whose back's ripples contracted and clenched at every movement he did despite a huge scar crossing his lower back as his strong arms wielded a sword in each hand.

Sweat clung to him, crystal beads rolled down his collarbone and his upper back; some strands stuck to his forehead while his puckering face deepened as he focused on his rival, Gabriel.

With a growl, Miguel delivered a powerful blow that sent Gabriel stumbling backwards, but the younger O'Hara steadied his feet to then clash his sword against Miguel's once more.

"Not fair when you're making it double, Miggy"

It was Miguel's turn to smirk at his little brother's frustration.

"Aprende entonces" (You should learn then.)

He mocked

As they continued their sword sparring, your eyes kept glued to Miguel. His feet moved in an adept speed that surely would have anyone think he was dancing with swords. With every two steps the king did, Gabriel kept receding dodging the double swords with laborious breaths.

Miguel never contained himself. Be it sparring, fighting for his life in the battlefield or any activity that demanded physical exertion, he gave it all. It was all or nothing.

Your eyes widened when Gabriel knocked one of Miguel's swords of his hands, the king only smirked. The sword twirled in his hand like he was twirling effortlessly a baton; his grip steeled, making his right arm to clench and veins to pop a bit more.

Linen and leathery dark breeches were secured with a thick belt that contained his hips, a narrow waist blooming above that spread in broad, tan and muscular shoulders. You gulped almost involuntarily as his muscles contracted. His hair swayed at the pace of his calculated motions.

The brothers had switched positions, and just as Miguel was about to end the session with a final blow, his eyes adverted for a second to land on your frame.

His face softened as he took in your image. Basked in the sun's glory, looking straight at him. His lips parted at the borderline seraphic eyesight. And it was enough for Gabriel to send him to the ground with a thud. Gabriel's sword pointing at him, as he smirked. And you gasped with a hand on your mouth.

"You're getting old." Gabriel mumbled.

Peter smirked as Jessica handled him discreetly a little pouch of gold.

"And you keep playing dirty."

He offered Miguel a hand and helped him on his feet. The training was over and you went back to your doings, cheeks burning at what you just witnessed.

Peter trailed behind you as you wrote down the several plants that loitered in the garden. Roses covered a great part of the milieu, followed by lavender in some thickets scattered through. Sage and hay seemed blooming, just like the hemlock.

The armor made him look a bit more prominent and menacing, but the rest was all him. With a sigh you relaxed your racing thoughts and got ready for the day.

----

Peter just quirked an eyebrow as your writing turned more aggressive upon stumbling on the belladona.

"You have the power to kill a lot of people in this garden and you don't even know. Or is it intentional?."

Peter blinked as you moved to another plant. Henbane.

"Gifts from the clueless or hidden enemies perhaps. Henbane and belladona are really poisonous, deadly in fact. Even though their medical use is known, apothecaries and holistic medics have grown to fear them because of their effects." You sighed "While others... use them to torture their war prisoners."

"May I know who imported these herbs?"

"All of them were gifts, your majesty."

Peter gulped, a bit unnerved at your morbid words.

" War prisoners? "

" Hm. The ones in charge would feed these alluring berries to their prisioners. Mostly barely made it. And the ones who did, ended up executed." You shook your head softly,"But, we'll use it for a medical approach. Unless... the king is interested in such baleful properties. "

" I will let him know, your highness"

"I apologize if my Thelerian nature is showing, ser." You smiled at Peter, "Our love for nature has only taken us to produce quality medicines that have benefited Enethor."

You chuckled and Peter followed. You had taken quite the list of flowers and herbs. Your own little study that hopefully would bring a bit of recognition from the council.

"So, you're a doctor?"

"Something of sorts. I'd rather call myself an apothecary, actually. Though, King Kraven once called Thelerian women expert in these topics witches. Go figure."

" I do wish to help the king, and I believe this little research would help him to understand how powerful of an ally nature can be."

Peter couldn't help but smile at your words. There was no ill intention behind them. Sure it would raise suspicion among some in the court, but you had a point. In times where war always loomed over a kingdom's shoulder, any help was a good help.

"I think you might enjoy talking a bit more to the Princess."

You had been studying more of Arachne, and found little to nothing regarding the medical approach with herbs. It was your chance to prove your knowledge and worth.

----

Miguel quirked an eyebrow and waited for him to continue

" I just had a rather morbid talk about how to use belladona to torture war prisoners. And how we have the power to kill alot of people with herbs."

"She's a Thelerian. Of course she'd know about these things. She studied for this most of her life."

"Not a bad idea, actually-"

"Jesus, you're truly meant for eachother. No, Miguel. I'm now concerned for the safety of the people that work in the garden."

Miguel gave an airy titter at his words.

"Kind of reminds me that time your father believed that old queen from her kingdom a witch."

"Such ignorance let a lot of people die. I'm not making the same mistakes."

Peter slanted against the door and watched as Miguel's face turned solemn at the memory.

"She wants to help you."

"I know. That's why I'm tasking you to find out what things she uses the most for a gift."

" I'm not afraid. I'm busy, that's different. "

Peter rubbed his face

"At this point I'm starting to think you're just afraid of her. It's not that hard to just go to her and ask her yourself."

"I'm getting tired of playing cupid, your highness." Peter dragged the words with mockery, "It'd be even more meaningful for her if you'd approached again. And show interest in what she is doing."

Miguel sighed and leaned on his chair, rubbing his eyes to soothe the subtle ache.

"Esto de cortejar, no es lo mío"

"Yeah, noted. But you're complicating when it's easy. Just ask her. She's dying to help."

"What?"

"That courting isn't my thing! Jesús bendito, Parker." He grumbled as Peter tittered

"Fine. When I have time."

Peter groaned, annoyed. He was about to protest when Ben barged through the door, panting with a concerned face.

"My apologies, your majesty. But you need to look at this."

Commander Ben Reilly approached him, urgent report in hand and scouting squad ready to depart. One of Kingpin's most prominent mercenaries, Aleksei Systevich, aka Rhino, had been spotted near the outskirts of the city. He had committed crimes against Arachne and Onerim.

Even though the mercenary was taller and bulkier than Miguel, it was his short temper that actually made him incredibly dangerous. Rhino wasn't smart enough, making him the perfect goon. Easy to manipulate and deceive with the brawns of an animal.

"And you need me to stay here to look after the Princess"

"Wow, Parker. You're so smart."

"Break a leg then, your highness" Peter smirked as he patted enthusiastically his shoulder

Miguel rolled his eyes with a scoff as Peter left. He knew that his friend would be a great help and pretty sure at times he'd feel like wasting his potential in being a babysitter of a grown woman.

Too bad.

He needed you safe. He couldn't risk something happening to you, not after sharing that meaningful talk last night.

His crown laid in the velvet cage he kept it. Miguel only wore it in special occasions that had marked his life, and catching a mercenary was certainly not one of those occasions.

He went to his war chambers and got ready. It reminded him of his first time scouting with his father. An old village that was raided by Erunians, needless to say he couldn't sleep that night thanks to the many lifeless faces that came to haunt him. Dragging him into a never ending spiraling mess of nightmares and stress.

That's when he stopped sleeping properly.

Miguel secured the straps of his greaves to then buckle up the sabatons. He was dressed in a light obsidian armor, used for scouting areas and controlling little mutinies.

Frustrated was one of the few feelings that were piling up in his head. Anger boiled, pain only rivaled anger and exhaustion was playing tricks in his mind.

He secured the chest plate and sheathed his short ribbed head mace in one hip and a sword in the other.

He left with Jessica and Ben along a prepared squad led by a young captain named Pavitr. The galloping of the horses made you look as they all left.

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Rhino had escaped, a few of his agents including Pavitr ended up hurt. He had saved the boy from a certain death of a raving and extra violent mercenary.

Systevich seemed out of himself, pupils wide blown, veins popping out his limbs like they were about to burst, one thing that Miguel noted was that his eyes were bloodshot.

Pavitr pained groans snapped him back to reality. Rhino had snapped the boy's arm like a twig.

"Get the doctors! Prepare the east wing for a medical bay. Now!"

As he barked orders the servants got into panic mode. They knew that If things didn't get done the way he instructed, everything would turn worse.

Sheets, linens, herbs, hot water and other supplies were taken to the wing that soon turned into a medical bay.

Other agents also ended up getting caught in the aftermath. Rhino was out of himself. Miguel knew he was vicious. A scar on his back carved by the sharpness of Systevich's armored hulk was his not so friendly reminder of what the mercenary was capable to do.

But this one, this monster, acted so erratic and violent. Wrathful and so vindictive. Pavitr unfortunately happened to be in the madman's way.

Doctors rushed in and soon began their tasks. The groans and pained yelps flew across the room. You gasped at the sight of injured people.

It was no secret that the gossip traveled fast through Babylon castle. It took minutes for you to know what was happening as you approached closer, thanks to the servants that murmured panicky words your way. Offering as much context as possible.

You rushed to the wing. Eyes widened in shock as five agents laid on the makeshift beds. Your eyes instantly snapping at Miguel's form.

Despite being on his feet, his left arm bled. Staining the floor with fat droplets of crimson. His eyes landed on yours but quickly adverted them.

He didn't want to be seen as weak. To be weakened meant to bring shame to his family's name and legacy. You went in deeper through the room and examined his hand. But he curled away from your touch.

You shook your head at his curt tone as your eyes traveled up where the wound was, to your horror there was a gash on his left arm that oozed with more liquid life.

"My lord-"

"I'm fine."

"My lord," His eyes regarded you with a dubious look "Please. Let me help you."

"You're bleeding! How is that is fine?! Come."

"I am fine, my agents-."

You had instructed to another servant to bring vinegar among many others ingredients. Miguel reluctantly had to remove the armor pieces that still clung to his body with your help. Until his chest and torso were naked before you.

It reminded you of this morning, but sadly the bruises cuts and fresh tissue damaged to eventually heal, adorned his body. Soiling the supple and toned flesh of his torso, sides and back. It was your chance to prove how much of a valuable ally you were, and it was his chance to see you in your element. He couldn't say no to that.

Miguel sat and you wiped his wounds and scratches with vinegar. He hissed as his raw skin was cleansed with it. With a clean rag, you wiped away the excess from his body and focused on the herbs you asked for.

Dainty fingers made his skin to burn. You were gentle, patient and dotingly devoted to your knowledge. Your heart raced upon examining his scratch on the upper back.

You sighed and poked him lightly, earning a small grunt.

"Does it hurts?"

"No"

"It does." He didn't have to look your way to know you were giving a little smile.

Your fingers left him and his shoulders slumped. You went for the tools, tossed in some lemon balm leaves and ground them.

"Glad my pain amuses you, Princesa"

"Oh my lord. I'd never laugh at someone else's pain. Much less yours."

He watched with keen interest the herbs you used, the leaves in one mortar and belladona on the other. He frowned at the deadly nightshade.

You then tossed in some pieces of myrrh, and also ground them. Making a light green, fragrant paste. Quickly, you smeared the deeper wound in honey, then reached for the mortar.

"I thought that plant was poisonous"

"It is. Lethal even if you don't know how much to use."

"My people use the myrrh as an antiseptic, and the balm leaves prevents further bleeding."

Slowly you put the sweet smelling paste on his sullied and open flesh. Despite your gentleness, his muscles visibly tensed, just like his jaw.

You felt his eyes on you as you patched him up, earning him a little flush on your cheeks and sheepish looks his way.

Touch precise, quick and full of expertise. Peter's words came to him as you brought the belladona paste in sight. Mahogany eyes examinated the concoction warily, as you took a small dollop on your fingers

"The belladona will relieve the pain and relax your muscles. May I use it? Or would you rather the henbane oil?"

Miguel held his side as you spoke, "And what are those?"

"What do you recommend?"

"Belladona. It has less effects than the henbane."

"Hallucinations, a severe discomfort, delirium, and other terrible things if ingested. But in low dosages just causes a state of inebriation and uh... sexual arousal."

Miguel chuckled at your flushed cheeks.

"That explains many things" He mumbled as you pursed your lips, "Belladona it is, then."

"As you wish." You smeared the paste around the wound and bruises. He sat before you as your hand caressed the medicines into his skin. His eyes softened upon your focus.

"If... you had a garden, for medical purposes that is, what would you grow in it?"

"You seem to have pretty much all the herbs I used back in my homeland, my lord."

You grabbed his hand and smeared a bit more on his reddening knuckles. Large fingers grazed softly on yours, having a little taste of your soft and warm skin.

"But if I had the chance, I'd like to grow Thelerian mandrake and some black roses. They make a fine medicine for women."

You patched his hand carefully with a strip of flax linen to then move on his back. More honey was smeared on him.

"By night, make sure to bathe in warm water. You'll sleep soundly"

You had been too into patching him up that had ignored the pained groans around you. Pavitr was next.

Your hands stopped to then move before him again, doe like eyes scrutinizing his face. A cut on his upper left cheekbone. His eyes couldn't help but wander to yours in return. Your forehead donned with a small wrinkle while you assessed the damage, but he stopped at your lips.

"May I know what happened?"

"An ambush."

Plump, full of a healthy shade of color, and soft. The bottom lip trapped between the upper row of your teeth to then let it go as you were done thinking in how to proceed on the small wound.

He gulped at the sight.

Another clean linen doused in vinegar and you wiped his cut. He inhaled sharply.

"I'm sure they got their fair share of damage as well."

"Por supuesto" (Of course)

Jessica was about to enter the room when she saw you both talking. A small smile crept up her face and backed up, leaving you in privacy. The doctors attended to the other soldiers, running frantically to meet the agent's pleas.

The sudden shrilling scream of Pavitr having his bone snapped back in it's place made you jump, startled. Miguel’s eyes seized your form with a small smile.

"Thought you were used to this, Princesa" His tone playful

"That doesn't mean that you get used to the jumpscares the patients do over time."

"What do you fear?" Miguel's soft voice made you ponder as you rubbed a bit of myrrh powder on his face cut.

"Many things, my lord. Sometimes I wished I was stronger. But I proved to be as useful as a square tire in a cart when it comes to fighting"

"Sometimes the best warriors aren't precisely on the battlefield, Princesa. You still can bring down your enemies without even disarming them. "

"One of my fears is that once I get crowned queen in Theleria... the title might fit me a bit too big."

"That's not happening."

"If I'm honest? I've feared you and your kingdom for quite a while. But now-"

"I don't. Not when I've witnessed with my own eyes and criterion what you're trying to achieve and have done so far, I can't help but grow to admire you, your highness."

"Do you fear me, Princesa?"

His voice didn't hold any mock, but rather a subtle concern. Your fingers grazed his cut softly as the healing paste was smeared in light taps, eyes locked with mahogany ones.

Miguel looked away, a little disturbed by your words.

"You'd certainly need a better role model"

His bashful smile tried to hid as he kept mumbling. In truth He wasn't used to compliments, rather ignore them.

"Doubt they can match your vision."

Your lips graced him with a sweet smile that sent his heart thumping in a strange yet pleasant way.

"You're good to go, your majesty. I shall help with the rest."

With a smile, you bowed and went to the other side of the wing, unaware of a pair of dark eyes that had watched everything and followed you until you disappeared from their sight. The pain in his body melted. Yet your touch lingered.

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Pavitr was put to sleep thanks to the analgesics you created. It was easier to handle him and it granted him a bit of much needed rest.

Miguel on the other hand dressed in lighter and breathable clothes. He was reading the other reports Ben had gotten him. Rhino had escaped, although not unscathed.

Ben had suffered his fair share of damage too. The smell of myrrh clung to his body, filling his office. Jessica walked in with his usual medicine.

"Might as well ask the Princess what herbs she used to keep you silent. My men talk nonstop."

One of his most trusted and powerful knights spoke. She was his friend.

Miguel nodded and sighed. He didn't feel that much of pain, rather sleepy.

"How's the agents?"

"Asleep. Your future wife gave them a bit of sedatives to help them rest. She's good."

"Since she has a bit of more advanced knowledge in this, why don't you ask her to take a look at your medicine?"

"Too risky." Miguel dismissed the question too quickly. But in truth, he was ashamed to use such thing. It wasn't a drug, but without it, he felt like something lacked. It was a shot of vitality to his heart.

He had spent a good amount of years creating and improving his own treatment to the current version.

Jessica nodded, "Well, you seemed quite enchanted today while she patched you up"

"You don't trust her?"

"It's not that. I knows she means well, but this is something I can't share with her yet."

"And bad too." He heaved upon remembering the council. Despite him being the king, his council could influence many choices of great importance and no matter how much he tried to dissolve the remnants of George's reign, he could only replace those who didn't met the expectations required for the job.

"Your point is?"

"You're warming up to her. And it shows. That's good."

He knew that not many in it approved of his methods and procedures. But he had the final word. So far your arrival had been a shocking and unexpected choice from his end. He had an earful from a few members, but he dreaded what was coming.

Jessica sighed at his words.

"For once, I agree with Parker. Stop being afraid. Now take your medicine."

His eyes fixed on the green vial he bottled himself. The ominous looking liquid stared back at him. Sour and foul tasting bloomed in his mouth. It never got easier nor tasty.

Miguel shook his head

"That mercenary was up to something"

"Rhino? Of course he was. He's always behind something or someone."

Miguel put the report down and rubbed his face, trying to wash away the worry.

"This time was different. He was out of himself. Rabid even, almost killed Pavitr."

"Was he on narcotics?"

"That wouldn't exactly help her with the council, but I need some clarity there."

"Probably. But what?"

"Ask the princess."

"You're the king. Not them. Your parents no longer hold you in a leash, Miguel."

Jessica pursed her lips.

"I know. But that's not what bothers me."

"Then what?"

"You know what."

"That's what you say. A scorned woman holds a wrath even you must learn to be wary of, Miguel."

"I don't wish to be that person, but I told you to not take any mistresses back then. Her specially."

"She knows better to not meddle in my affairs."

"And feed her illusions and make everything worse? No. That wouldn't be right either. I'll see what to do."

"She'd be a damned fool to try"

"Peter told you to keep your allies close. But keep those prone to harm you out of spite closer."

"Rest"

"I will." He rolled his eyes, "Jessica?"

My dearest Daughter

"Yeah?"

"Keep an eye on... you know."

"Always."

----

I hope you are good and your new life has been nothing but kind to you.

Your presence is dearly missed in this castle. The ones who has suffered the most your absence is me and Lucille.

Sadly, I must assume the role of the bearer of bad news and let you know that your father is ill. He has been bedridden for a couple of days now, fevers won't leave him and his ravings have turned worse.

Our doctors are trying their best. So am I, after all, the royal duties can spare us so little time.

I'll reveal the details once you've come.

Love, your mother.

Queen Dhalia Blanchard.

Your heart couldn't help but feel heavy and distressed. Even though your homeland was the land of medicines, there were things you still were discovering and experiencing.

The thought of something foreign attacking your family from within, made your stomach churn. What if it was a new disease you didn't have records of? Even worse, what if it was a poisoning attempt?

Before your mind spiraled deeper into mania and unhealthy thoughts, you took the letter and went to find Miguel.

You awaited outside his office as Peter trailed behind you, offering as much comfort as possible with his words. As grateful as you were, you didn't want comfort. Your heart yearned to be back at the homeland that raised and watched you grow, to treat your father yourself.

You knew what made him good, and so the doctors, but he was reserved with them. He didn't open up with anyone else but your mother, and you.

Sighing for the umpteenth time, you saw how a bunch of pompous people left the room. Some threw curious yet reserved looking your way. Finally Miguel emerged among them.

"My lord" You bowed to him. Seeing you with such concerned face only made his to mimic your feelings.

"My father has fallen ill, even though the royal doctors are working nonstop, my father is quite stubborn when it comes to let people treat him. I am required back in Theleria."

You brought the letter to his hands, offering a proof for him to read. He eyed the letter quickly and looked back at you with a light frown.

"I'll get four knights with you. You're to leave in the morning. Rest in the meantime."

He placed a hand on your shoulder, his warmth seeping into your skin, providing solace.

"My agents will protect you in your journey. The only thing I ask of you is to be mindful of your surroundings"

You nodded as you wiped your eyes. Plucky enough to show your feelings escape through tears without shame.

He didn't like the sight of you crying. It sent an unpleasant stab on his chest. You had thanked him and went back to your chambers as some servants helped you pack.

Your heavy heart was unable to reach slumber. So you wrote a new entry in your dairy.

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Miguel gave Peter, Gwen, Hobie and a another agent nicknamed Webslinger orders to keep you safe during the road. Rhino was still on the loose and was dangerous.

The King himself had woken up extra early to see you off.

"Remember to be always alert, Princesa"

You nodded with a grateful yet sad smile

"I will, my lord." You bowed to him. His eyes locked on yours as a silent plea hid behind them.

Be safe.

He had so many questions to ask, and if he was honest, anxiety was slowly chipping away at his composure. There was a lot of risks outside his palace. Risks that as much as he wanted to manage, we're beyond his control.

But family duties were first, he knew much.

"Buen viaje, princesa." (Good trip)

He mumbled as his eyes trailed over your moving carriage. Just like the same stalking and preying dark eyes from before.

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