#crimson crown

[tarjapearce]

Crimson Crown (Pt. 7)

Royal AU! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Thanks to @pinkiemme for this amazing cover ✨

Summary: While your bond with Miguel deepens, so does the danger.

Needless to say you couldn't sleep. The initial thrill had turned into a myriad of things surfing through your mind. He had accepted your invitation without much hesitation.

Although your vision and ambitions for the future had been shared along some personal tidbits, the prospect of getting to know him on a deeper level was simply beyond excitement. So far, King Miguel had been nothing but kind to you. Despite the initial clash between the both, your walls had mellowed enough to stablish a good camaraderie.

But sitting in the first line to witness his work and dedication for his lands, had made your heart dance and prance with joy. You were ready to learn from him, and hopefully he could learn a thing or two from you.

And the lab.

Your arms hugged the pillow as a dreamy sigh escaped you. He had given you a lab completely for yourself, one of your dreams fulfilled to a full term and all thanks to him.

You wanted nothing but to hug him and you were about to, however the rational side of your brain prevented you from such thing. Regret remained jared inside, maybe if you had done a more personal and physical approach things would've been different.

Would it be too soon though? Would it be too bold? You certainly didn't want to spook him or make him have a desperate concept of your persona. But he gifting you with things that only nurtured your soul proved it hard to restrain your blooming affection.

Physical attraction was measly compared what he had to offer as a person. Not that his beauty wasn't alluring, but his intelligence, diligence and devotion towards his people had completely captivated you. And today you'll offer to return a bit of his own kindness.

He was always busy, duties prevented him from being a normal person and enjoy simple things in life. Your task for the day was to find out those little mundane things that he relished in, so maybe ahead in your future you could join him when doing so.

Unable to remain in bed any longer, you rose and prepared for the day. Instead of the usual lavish attires you were always dressed in, you went for a more casual set.

The trips in the city had given you the sight of a perfect spot nearby the castle. The ideal place to have your adventure of the day.

Once you had bathed and dressed up, you headed for the kitchen. Cooking wasn't something you excelled at, and even though the occasion was special, his favorite meals were a mystery to you. Miguel didn't seem like a picky eater, but he did favored fish and birds.

Obviously a man his size and weight needed larger amounts of calories. His musculature seemed something that was forged through the years, another thing to marvel about.

Before your brain could get lost in the many qualities he possessed, you kindly asked the chefs to prepare a little portable feast to put in a hamper. Appetizers, a few bits of meats and fruits along some wine and desserts.

In the meantime, you headed for the lab, Peter joined you midway, a little out of breath.

"Your highness"

"Good Morning, Peter."

With a little smile you acknowledged his presence before going to the herbal side of the place. A couple of black roses were pulled out, along some mint leafs. You prepared a little concoction before serving yourself and Peter a cup.

"Drink this. You look exhausted."

Peter hesitated for a second, but again, the smell was too fragrant and good to let go. He drank as you did.

"Do you think the king shows up?"

"He must."

A little chuckle escaped your lips while you finished your tea.

"I know. But, there is always something showing up. I hope it's not the case."

"I'll make sure he's there. Is everything ready?"

"Not yet. Cooking is not my forte, sadly. I wanted to prepare things on my own, but I'm afraid I'd be accused of a murder attempt with my seasoning."

Peter choked on his tea but quickly coughed it away with a lithe laugh.

"I'm sure it's not that bad."

"Still, I rather stick to pills and potions. That I can do. Even blindfolded. But enough on it. I'd like to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"Is there anything that the King wouldn't rather to discuss? I really wouldn't like to make him uncomfortable if I pry too much."

Peter's eyes were filled with understanding.

"His health. He doesn't like talking much about it."

Your face turned concerned, something that Peter offered a little comforting gesture by holding his hand up. Stopping your thoughts from running rampant.

"He is alright. Not terminally ill or any sort of tragedy. If that's what you're concerned about."

"How could I not see this before?"

"Don't blame yourself, your highness. If you didn't see it, it's precisely cause he takes care of himself."

"Well, he has me... My help now, I mean."

Peter chuckled while putting the saucer away, exhaustion leaving his body.

"I know. I'm sure he'll put those skills to a good use."

"I hope so. I'd like to... help him. Ease his kingly duties, I am the future queen of Arachne after all. It's only fair I help him out."

"You're already have done so, your highness. But I'm glad you think that way."

Miguel wasn't wrong regarding you sharing his vision, and for you to help him was plainly endearing for those within his most intimate circle.

You instructed Peter to help you out with a little infusion. A gift for Miguel.

A little ground coffee beans and other herbs all tucked in a burlap pouch. Then it was all reduced into three vials. Similar to the ones he used for his medicine.

"What is that?"

Peter eyes both curiously and suspiciously the dark colored infusion, you just chuckled while sealing them with a lid on.

"An energy boosting drink. Whenever he finds a headache, he should drink this."

"That smells like coffee?"

"It is. But more concentrated."

"Ah."

"You still believe me capable of harm the king? That wounds me so, ser Peter."

An awkward titter came out of Peter's mouth, "Of course not, your highness. He's just wary."

"I know. I have my own precautions as well, but, If I am to stand next to him in whatever years lay ahead upon us, the least we can do is to trust each other. And I want to surprise him with something."

"I understand. I'm sure he has no doubts regarding you."

"You think so? I hope you're right. Is there anything else I should know?"

Peter's grimace furrowed and became solemn for a moment. He was about to warn you about Lord Darko and his tactics, including Dana when Margo approached.

"Your majesty, the chefs are ready. Should I get your horse?"

"Yes, please."

"We'll continue this talk later, alright?"

"Of course."

With that Peter just watched you leave. He knew prying into personal territory was a bit too dangerous even for him, but since Miguel either forgot often or he didn't want you to know, someone had to do the nasty job of warning you.

But now that you had wormed your way into Miguel's head and heart, maybe the truth would spill out his lips without much trouble. He could only hope for the good. He was the king, but also, his friend.

----

You didn't expect to see Miguel at the main gates, both of your horses ready to depart. In all honesty, you'd think that he'd send either Jessica or Ben to excuse himself for the day.

But seizing him, in a more casual yet practical attire to fight, made your heart to jump leaps. He was there, like he said he would. He didn't excuse himself this time.

His eyes narrowed softly at the sight of you, the gleam in them upon taking in your features made your skin crawl underneath the long sleeves. You approached and he readied his horse, making sure the seat was adjusted correctly.

A friesian black stallion that neighed softly as Miguel caressed in between it's ears. Perfect for battle and running in case a retirement happened.

You hopped on the horse, Miguel on his and the basket was attached to Jessica's. She was only there to see the location and bring the basket to then leave you both alone.

"Are you ready, my lord?"

"Lead the way, Princesa."

With a gallop, you settled the pace and soon, the three of you marched away. Leaving a lithe gust of wind after the horse's trotting.

Jessica gave Miguel subtle glances, which he replied with a mildly annoyed scowl. The non verbal communication had been perfected by both over the years, a clear sign of mutual respect and trust. And an even clearer 'Get over it. It's just a lunch'.

Jessica's smug smile stretched when he rolled his eyes and trotted next to you.

The wind blew over, playing with the scattered leaves in your wake, ruffling the different textures of your hairs, it took you some minutes to leave the castle behind, and some more minutes to arrive to the pond.

Short and green grass cracked under the horse's hooves, the smell of wild flowers and soaked earth filled in your lungs with pure air, skin soared in delight when another gust of air blew over the both. The tree's leafs joined in the waltz. You gave Miguel a smile.

"We've arrived."

You hopped off the horse with ease. The chirping songs of the birds nested within the big oak tree made it all feel like God had turned one of his whims into reality. A couple of deers had escaped as soon as they heard the horse's gallop. The faint noise of the water before you and the smell of pines made your thoughts even more enthusiastic.

Jessica left her horse for a bit to put the hamper near the tree and with a final salute she returned back to the castle.

It was only you and Miguel. The latter took the basket and ventured deeper within the curtain of leafs and climbing plants nature had claimed a certain branch of the tree. Like a private room in nature, a perfect getaway from prying eyes.

You took the linen and put it on the grassy and moss textured floor, Miguel helped by moving the basket on the middle of the fabric and then you sat down, patting the space adjacent to yours. He obeyed and rested his back on the tree, just like you after the shoes were removed.

"My trips to the city made me aware of the many lookout spots the castle has. And I found this one. Do you... like it?"

"I do."

His voice contained unsure undertones, cause in all honesty, he rarely left the castle and when he did was either for war, or to patrol. Miguel had never minded to take his time into admiring his lands, that held not only power, but beauty within.

Just like you.

His eyes darted towards your profile, appreciating the landscape when he noticed the shy dimple in your cheek. His eyes raked over your lips, the brief wonder of their taste popped in his mind. The sun rays filtered through the leafs, gently basking within your eyes.

As if the sun had found a lovely place to rest for a moment. His brows twitched upwards yet discreetly. The ally eyes were gone, leaving room for the man he was to take over and be in awe of your beauty. If this was the sight he'd wake up to, he'd gladly become an art connoisseur.

He didn't know what to blame. His pent up stress that begged him for relief, or your mere existence in the same space. Breathing the same air, inches away from him looking like an artist's opus magna materialized into flesh and bones.

"So..."

You mumbled and cleared your rasping throat.

"So."

"Are you hungry, my lord?"

"Please, call me Miguel."

You blinked once, then twice before a bashful smile bloomed on your cheeks.

"Are you sure of that?"

"We're soon to be wedded. Even though nobility is picky regarding titles, I couldn't care less."

That earned him a sheepish chuckle from you, but you nodded.

"Then, it's only fair you call me by my name as well."

"I'll stick to Princesa."

"Isn't that my title?"

"It is. But in my other tongue means something good."

Lovely even

His lips twitched in a little impish and borderline childish smile upon seeing you flustered.

"But if you want, we could go back to-"

"No. I mean... I like when you call me that. Your other language sounds rich and captivating."

"Does it?"

Your head bobbed nervously and his hands reached for the wine bottle to serve on two goblets.

"How much of it do you understand?"

"Barely a thing. But it's your tone that gives a bit of context. I can tell when you mean something good or bad."

"How about this? Te ves tan encantadora cuando tratas de aprender más sobre cualquier cosa." (You look so lovely when you're trying to learn more about anything)

Your throat gulped and your eyes casted away from him for a brief second before exhaling gingerly. Flush blooming in your face.

"Sounds like I'm doing something good."

His smirk deepened.

"And what have you learned so far?"

"Some little phrases, a few greetings and your title."

"My title?"

"Yes, mi rey."

His heart was nothing but a thump-a-thump inside his ribcage, the way you had pronounced such thing had his self control to hold you in such a fine thread that could snap if you ever said something like that again.

My king.

Your king. The idea of being called like that after your wedding made him secretly beg time to go faster. He had so much to teach and show you, your eagerness only made it better.

But he was also learning from you.

You called him by his given name, and oh his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. His lips stretched involuntarily at your voice, calling him.

"Yes?"

"I've gotten you a gift."

"A gift? Why?"

"What do you mean why? I'd like to honor you too with gifts as you've done. Is it wrong?"

Your hands reached for the velvety pouch containing the vials, filled in with your caffeinated concoction.

"Here. If you ever find yourself with a terrible headache, drink one."

"I'm afraid I'll need more than these." You chuckled and leaned in a bit closer to him.

"I will prepare as much as you need."

He poured the wine, and handed you a goblet. You sipped it almost right away, nerves wrecked you, but speaking so closely to him made your blood rush hapzardly in your cheeks and butterflies to twirl in your stomach.

"I also wanted to ask for something, away from the council's ears."

His brow arched softly "And what is that?"

"I beg you. Please let me ease your kingly duties. Let me help you."

It was always a Lead the way, sometimes a You need help. others a You can't do it alone. but never precisely that. A let me help you.

"I know that I'm already helping, according to you. But I'd like to do more." You took a small slice of fruit, "That way, we could spend more time knowing eachother. Either through work or... like this."

"What else would you like to do?"

He gestured you while he popped a grape into his mouth, you ate the piece and talked once you swallowed

"Let me take charge of the arts and social agendas. I will improve them. Your people have so much talent. You could size it."

"Then, let's make a deal. You're not to abandon your medical duties, I need you on the front."

Your head nodded eagerly.

"But, I'll assign you a schedule, so you can balance both. But if it's too much, you'll let me know. Understood?"

"Si, mi rey."

Maker's mercy.

You were killing him, his restrain was kept in check and control. You ate and drank in silence, too nervous to ponder about eachother, but the letter he burned into ashes came to his mind.

"Have you had many pretenders before me?"

A cringe worthy nod from your end made his nose flare in an airy chuckle.

"Really?"

"Yes. Though I barely remember about them now."

You shrugged and Miguel could only stare at you.

"Did they ever sent you letters?"

"They did, until I decided to ignore them."

"Why?"

His eyes changed to a more curious and keen gaze.

"They were simple."

"Simple?"

"Yes. You know, when beauty is everything they see. I like deeper minds."

Miguel's chest heaved with excitement upon your words.

"For being a pair of royals that were brought together under political circumstances, we do have alot in common."

"Indeed. May I know more about yourself, my lord?"

"More about me?"

"Yes. What do you like doing in your scarce free time, favorite things and the like."

"And what do I get in return for sharing such information?"

"More of myself to you. And possibly me enjoying such activities with you."

"That's fair."

A small smile appeared in his lips.

You both shared, your own part of the story. Your birthdays, favorite foods, drinks, activities, flowers, upbringing and raising ways.

He was a simple man when it came to things, nothing too extravagant as you had thought. He didn't enjoy hunting. He disliked formal and big events, even had thought of escaping to his room after he had been crowned.

He had found a way to brew his own sort of wine, reducing the importing costs, he was an inventor, and spoke multiple languages. Miguel enjoyed tinkering with machines that were out there making the life of his citizens easier.

His upbringing was everything but easy, since the expectations were put in him in such an early age. Another reason of his premature scowl.

He told you about his first battle and how scared and angry he was. You shared about the loss and mourning of your brother. How it impacted on your parents, your dad specially. And how your mother took charge for the both to prevent the kingdom to sink even deeper in the rickety luck that seemed to tuck in Theleria.

He had his temper and has kept a silent rivalry against Kingpin. However his surprise was much when finding out you were about to marry Kraven in a desperate attempt to keep a bit more of territory. One of your father's suggestions.

"I'm grateful it ended up being you."

Your mother had played her cards well. You had even explained some customs of your country. The mistresses topic was unavoidably brought up, but sensing you tense after explaining the why, he was the one that seemed deep in thought.

" I apologize if my traditions have hurt you in any way."

"It's complicated, cause I really want to understand everything related to your kingdom, I know no nation that is perfect. But I accept your apology."

"Still, I'm sorry for making you feel disrespected, Princesa."

A little smile appeared on your lips. You itched to know if he kept them around, but that bit of solace was enough, you didn't want your dark thoughts to ruin what has been achieved so far.

"Do you wish to return to the castle now?"

"I'd be a liar to say that I don't. But my priorities are others at the moment."

You.

-----

Baron Drako dragged Dana to a secluded room and sighed. Dana could only stare at him, expectant.

"What's going on?"

Darko paced frantically before her, "The king..."

"What about him?"

"He's out. With the princess." He seethed, "They left since this morning!"

Dana's expression soured. Her anger boiled, but fury would do little to solve the evolving problem. You. She needed to think straight.

"Is that so?"

"How can you be so calm?! The crown is being taking right under your nose-"

"Father"

She interrupted while raising a hand. The single motion alone was a clear understanding between the both.

"Tell me you have a plan. You can't... You can't let that Thelerian to be crowned as queen. You are the one and only worthy to be on Miguel's side"

"I know. But don't you fret. Miguel always returns to me. He knows what I am capable of."

Her fingers took her chin, and her eyes narrowed. She'd definitely had been slacking, not cause she wanted. Her own family matters had kept her at bay from the main stage.

But she had seen you both. The glances Miguel gave you, the way he itched to hold your hand, to lay a finger on you. Just as he had longed for her all those youngling years ago.

"Let me handle this."

"What are you gonna do?"

Dana's lips twitched in a wretched and cold smile.

"I think it's time to introduce myself to the princess."

-----

Miguel's hand took yours as you ventured in the shallow parts of the pond to soak your feet.

Despite the day being nice, the humid weather of Arachne always made you itch for a cold bath during the day. Sometimes you dreaded the materials for the wedding dress, but it mattered little when clothes were bound to be discarded through the night.

You swallowed and casted a discreet look his way. His feet submerged in the cool and crystalline waters, pants rolled up to his ankles, and his shirt to his elbows, leaving strong and sturdy forearms bare to your sight.

Would he like to consummate the marriage? Probably. Would he notice your total lack of expertise in bed? Definitely.

The more you thought about it, the more red your cheeks grew. But it was impossible to not think in such things when the behemoth of a man next to you was looking to the horizon, deep in thought about something you didn't have access yet.

His skin glistened under the sun, but his lips were the main attraction to your now not so discreet ogling. He smirked upon catching you red handed, a hand of his raked through his curls on purpose, making his muscles flex and be outlined underneath his shirt.

His whole frame offered you solace from the blazing sun, but also granted him enough to see your flustering.

His eyes softened and his shoulders slumped, relaxing within your presence.

Eyes studied you for a moment before they stopped at your lips.

By instinct, he took your hands. Your fingers grazed his palm softly in a shy caress.

"It's been a while since I've taken a break."

You smiled and his eyes mellowed.

"I'm glad I was able to distract you from your duties, even for a bit. We all deserve to rest."

"Now you sound like Peter."

With a giggle you pulled him deeper to the pond, letting the hem of your skirt to soak lightly.

"Well, he is right. The more you take care of yourself, the longer you'll live."

Hand in hand your feet wiggled underneath the water. He stood next to you, gazing at your hand in his.

His heartbeat steady, despite pounding in his ears by that touch alone.

"If I'm honest, I didn't want a marriage initially."

"I know. Neither did I."

His grip tightened slightly and you looked up at him.

"It's funny how life weaves it's threads, isn't it?"

"What do you mean, Princesa?"

"Well, neither of us wanted to, yet, neither opposed greatly." A faint shrug of your shoulders, "I might have given a little tantrum. But we just agreed because of our duties."

His eyes casted down briefly before speaking again

"If... circumstances were different, would you still agree to a marriage?"

That was a question you weren't expecting.

"With you?"

He nodded

"Certainly."

He was definitely holding onto you tighter.

"Why?"

"Quite curious you are, my lord."

He chuckled and you grazed your thumb on his warm flesh.

"But, it's because of your kindness and consideration"

"Sorry to disappoint but I'm everything but that."

"Towards others perhaps. But to me... You're not the bloodthirsty man everyone makes out of you. You're more than that."

A faint pained look came across his features.

"Bad habits are hard to kill."

"My lord. Tell me something."

"Hm?"

"From all the times you've waged a war, was your land under threat?"

"Yes."

"Was your kingdom sovereignty at stake?"

"It was."

"Do you love war?"

"I don't."

"Sometimes hard choices must be taken. We might not always like it, but someone must do it." You inched closer to him and entwined your fingers gingerly in his.

"And those who chose to do the right thing, even in pain, are the bravest souls of all."

His hand enveloped yours in a tender hold. Words like a reassuring balm to his aching soul. Fingers secured tightly yet gently on yours.

"And, I'll be honored to be brave with you. If you'll allow me, that is."

The urge to clutch at his chest only grew the more you spoke. You could kill him out of joy and you wouldn't even know.

"My words might be clumsy, I'm rather a man of action. But believe me when I tell you, Princesa."

His eyes looked into yours.

"Regret regarding this, had left me a long time ago."

----

You way back to the castle was quiet, yet comforting. It was safe to say that you had came closer, not only as royals, but as two individuals bound to share their lives. Obligation was no longer a word that hovered over both, willingness had slowly seized that spot.

You wanted the same, and he could have you. There was no hidden truths behind, no second guessing or intentions. Nothing that made him suspect. Just raw and utter admiration from you. And something else.

You understood with little. He was bad with words or anything that involved feelings, but the urge to prove his blooming affection and admiration for you was greater than anything, sometimes even from his own duties.

But that kiss on the back of your palm was more than enough for you to know your advances weren't in vain.

A chaste, yet loving kiss that made you understand that the acquaintance and friendship threshold had been blurred and crossed.

You weren't afraid of the intensity of how your emotions displayed, and hoped that he wasn't spooked away by them. But it was unerring that your temporary escape had brought to light so many things hidden by fears and insecurities on both ends.

You settled for another outing within the following days.

Upon returning to your chambers, and another kiss on your palms as a temporary goodbye, you prepared for your evening activities. Meaning, you'd be back to the lab and instruct your new subordinates, ready to prove and honor your words.

Peter however followed Miguel to his war room to deliver a report. The sight before him made him chuckle. Slumped against his chair, a lazy smile on his peaceful face.

"If escaping your duties with the princess leaves you like this" He gestured to a slumped and lazy smiling Miguel, "Then I'd have to ask her to keep you for herself as long as she wishes."

He could have you.

The realization upon you saying such things filled in his body with many things he couldn't understand completely, but was no longer wary and mistrusting to explore.

"The wedding is a month away. Many things have changed."

"Sounds like you're eager to get married."

"Not for the reasons you think." One of his bushy brows quirked, mildly annoyed.

Peter rose his hands in defense, "I haven't said nothing"

"Good. Prepare Dana's family for a trip."

"What?"

"I'll send Baron Darko a-"

"No, I heard you. Really, Miguel?!" An exhausted and cloy sigh came across his lips, "I'm getting tired of you playing this childish games. That wretched woman is dangerous."

"I know."

"Then why you keep her?!"

"Cause I'll kill her myself. But not within my castle."

"I don't believe you."

"Not my problem. Don't want her blood stain this fortress."

"... Miguel-"

"In two days. Tell Commander Reilly to prepare the east manor."

His personal slaughter house. Peter's eyes remained on him, there was no lies behind his dark ruby eyes.

"Understood."

-----

You had taken dinner in your room, too excited to keep your thoughts to yourself. A flurry of entries where added to your diary.

A scholar having a crush was nothing compared to how you felt.

Everything seemed to be finally be on its way, but something didn't belong in there. You had been too eager to start your teachings that completely ignored the letter left on your desk, placed by an intruder.

The bright red wax seal captured your attention. A letter written in an impeccable scribbling, not as refined as yours. The seal was broken, initial joy vanishing upon reading its contents.

A letter that undoubtedly, had all the intentions of harming with a simple message:

"Your majesty. I believe it's time for us to meet. Join me at the rose garden after midday tomorrow.

-D."

Another council member you didn't know about? No. You've already met Baron Darko. Who could it be and why such pithy words filled you with anxiety and dread?

You put the letter in the desk where you found it, and headed to your bed. The memories shared with Miguel today were far too bening to let the intrusive thoughts to win over.

Sleep came easier when the last thing in your mind was Him and the events of today.

-----

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[therealms-number1angirl]

Han: Dancer is one of my best friends. If something ever happened to him, I don’t think I could live with myself.

Han: Of course, I wouldn’t have to because Cat would kill me.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

#ouattober2022 Day 2- Favorite Item- The Crimson Crown Mushroom

When I first saw the crimson crown, I was stuck by two intense feelings- one was "I want to be that mushroom" and the other was "I want to be a little frog taking a nap on the moss next to that mushroom."

[xueyuverse]

Updates on TGCF from MXTX!

TGCF unrevised UNCENSORED VERSION released! ↓

1. Hua Cheng always fully intended to marry Xie Lian, he collected engagement gifts for Xie Lian;

2. Hua Cheng likes to grab and squeeze and merge with Xie Lian when he's horny;

3. Xie Lian would dance for Hua Cheng in women's clothing happily;

4. Xie Lian feeds chickens, has cats and likes to plant flowers (he is a grandmother);

5. From the extras we already know that Hua Cheng is a bully in bed, so he rules out introductions 🤭

6. Hua Cheng tried to grab Xie Lian's ass in the kiss scene at the opening of Mount Tonglu;

7. Huahua would see Xie Lian on the swing when he was a child and referred to him as "future wife";

8. Huahua takes good care of his boots lmfao;

9. Xie Lian CRIES in some kissing scenes;

10. Xie Lian LOVES Hua Cheng's rough side.

[murasaki-cha]

Tgcf official art you lied to me there was no falling on lap scene😭😭😭😭😭

[koffeekite]

🪷🦋

[lazycranberrydoodles]

bitchy gay guy save me….

[marshymeds]

Outfit swap except Xie Lian wasn’t expecting The Outfit instead of his daily fit, but who can blame HC when thats the first thing he ever saw XL wearing

[lunart-06]

*insert Credens Justitiam ost from Madoka Magica here*

Happy birthday to the boy ever I have to speedrun this cause I have other projects but wjfhshfj I wish I can do more for him but my lack of freetime cursed me 0(-(

[prizzzyyy]

when they are talking about hua cheng's ashes and xie lian couldn't help but worry if they are hidden in a secure place and then hua cheng says this: "if its hiding place is destroyed, then, there's no need for me to exist either."

and then you realise he's was talking about xie lian...

[theunfairmaiden]

Do you ever think about the fact that Hua Cheng definitely soothes Xie Lian by running his hand through his hair, the same way his mom did and the same way he does to self soothe? 🥲

Hua Cheng is Xie Lian’s home, his safe space, his love oh my GOD they make me so emo

Hua Cheng is a strong man for not just hugging Xie Lian right here 😭

[tarjapearce]

Crimson Crown (Pt. 8)

Cover made by the amazing @pinkiemme ~

WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Mild fluff, Angst, canon character death, violence, graphic depictions of violence, heartbreak, mild depictions of mental breakdowns, relationship setbacks, Dark Miguel.

Summary: You meet Dana.

A/N: Yeh, I'm nervous about this one jsksj. Hope you like ❤️. Dana's outfit inspired in this

Previous

The graying skies above prevented the sun's warmth to reach your window and your body. Stony floor colder than usual, just like your chambers.

A distant and far rumble echoed in the sky, probably a stray island would suffer the drench, after all, weather in Arachne varied depending on it's mood.

The light filtering through your window was dim, gloomy, like a tragedy happened somewhere and the sky preferred to mourn elsewhere.

But the thought of the king and the previous events made your heart warm, shimmy with joy and ease. Some progress at last.

Your eyes closed at the sudden image of him. His smile was captivating, his touch so gentle and knowing that only you had achieved the historical event of luring him out the castle to rest, made your chest swell in pride.

You didn't waste time into writing a new entry in your diary, it had been a while since you scribbled your memories and main events within the castle. Too focused in enjoying the king's company and blooming affection.

An excited novice was nothing compared to how your head felt. Despite the sky's blue mood, yours were in high spirits. You'd start your first ever lessons with your new students back in the lab. Your knowledge on Arachne's medicine would also be put to test.

After having your fill of writing, you got ready for the day. A quick and simple breakfast was brought and you ate, to then leave for your lab.

People greeted your way, bowed or gave a quick smile before entering your favorite play room. As usual, the kettle was put to boil, some roses were minced along rosemary.

While the water boiled, you prepared the station by organizing the canisters, preparing the herbs and ingredients ahead you'd be using. A smile crept in your lips at the familiriaty of the situation.

It was exactly like home where you'd prepare everything ahead to welcome the new students of the Thelerian Medicine Academy. Even though the Queen was the main master, you also taught the basics, but eventually, you earned your title as medical master with own merits.

Surgeries were delicate, and even though not many could be saved, your heart rested knowing that you had tried your best in making the patient's last moments as comfortable as possible.

Thoughts however were interrupted by the heavy steps and armor clinking you knew by heart at this point. Heartbeats increased tenfold as he was now next to you, with a pleased smile at seeing the class being prepared

"Good morning, Princesa."

The fragrant smell of the tea tickled his nose, you poured two cups and offered one to him, just like with Peter.

"Good morning, my lord. Here."

Miguel took the cup with no hesitation, eyed the liquid and he drank the tea before you could even add honey to it. But it also taught you a little thing from him. He wasn't much of a sweet tooth.

"What was that?"

"A drink to give you an energy boost."

His nose flared an airy chuckle while putting the cup on the table and take a good look at you.

"Join me at lunch."

One of your brows quirked and he cleared his throat, "Please."

"Of course."

With a smile you lit the flame from a canister as he watched your every move.

"Any dish you'd like to indulge?"

"That fish stew was tasty. Would it be too capricious of me to ask for more potatos in it?"

Miguel could only soften his smile at the simple petition.

"I'll take my guess and say you'd like some tarts for dessert."

You gave the pestle and the mortar to him while adding some herbs in the stony recipient, urging him to try his grinding skills.

"You're not wrong. Have you drank your daily dosis of caffeine yet?"

It pleased him greatly to see you were as observant as he was.

"Just did, yeah."

"Good"

A bashful smile spreaded through your lips as you took his hand to help him hold the pestle correctly.

"Like that. Keep going."

"Im not a complete useless on this, you know?" A playful smile came on your lips as one of your hands rested in his bicep.

"Never thought of it, my lord."

"Please, call me Miguel."

"I'm still getting used to call you such ways."

He could feel the warmth irradiating from your body as you grabbed the leather gloves in front of him. Miguel stopped grinding to take a glimpse of you. Eyes raking the slope of your jaw, your neck but they returned for the lips. A little rouge tainted on them.

He swallowed and finished grinding the herbs to a pulp. There was a throat rasping that had you both turning  heads towards the entrance. It was Jessica, mustering all her strenght to not smirk at what she had been witnessing for the past minutes.

"The apprentices are here, your highness."

Jessica bowed and let the group in, a total of eight were under your command. None of them passing the seventeens. Four girls and four boys, ready to start their lessons.

All of them bowed upon seeing Miguel and you.

" They've been carefully selected to be under your wing, Princesa. I trust they'll seize the chance."

A subtle Do not disappoint me from Miguel. He took your hand and kissed the back of your palm, earning a coy smile from the girls watching.

"I'll see you at lunch."

"I'll be there, Miguel."

His heart skipped a beat or two before disappearing with a Jessica following him, trying her absolute best to not laugh at his scowling and subtle flushed cheeks.

"Shut up."

Jessica could only giggle to herself, pushing the tease a bit too far before she cleared her throat.

"Of course, Miguel."

The king just gave a vexed grunt as his eyes rolled to a side. Peter greeted him on the way, ready to guard your morning.

The lessons had advanced without a hitch, each of your students seemed deft enough in different areas, some knew the basics of basics, others had no idea on the tools you used. Imported Thelerian equipment that surprisingly was even more effective than the machinery doctors used in Arachne.

The morning was spent teaching away, taking small breaks for snacks and cleaning up. Finally around midday, the class was wrapped up.

Hunger was second to the need of seeing him once more. So your steps hurried, but a voice behind you prevented your feet from going further.

"Your majesty! Wait!"

A servant approached to deliver a message

"My lady awaits for your presence in the east part of the rose garden."

Before you could even ask who the mysterious lady was, the letter you previously received in your room came to mind. Hoping it would be a quick meeting since lunch with Miguel approached.

Instead of going straight to the shortcut that would lead to the dining hall, you turned left, going for the gardens.

A chilling gust of wind hit your face, stopping for a minute before resuming your steps for the encounter. All you now knew it was a lady.

Clouds followed you, their graying intensifying, keeping all sunshine to themselves, letting everything underneath to drown in cold blues and greys. A chill ran down your spine the more you ventured within the gardens.

You've only been on the outer sides and north part of them, easily mistaken by a maze if one didn't know where to go.

Dread crept up in your chest upon seeing a different side of the usual beauty. Thick thorns spreaded to your left and right, adorning the dull and rusty fences that did a poor job in keeping them inside. It reminded you like the thorns you initially saw back when entering Arachne for the first time.

Ever sharp and ready to draw blood to anyone that dared to subdue them. The humid and moldy smell assaulted your senses with such violence you had to smell your clothed wrist to ease the burn in your nose.

New aromas tried to get in your lungs, rotten wood, stilted water on a nearby fountain, weeds and twigs growing from the floor. Some stuck in the hem of your dress, as if preventing you from going further. Air leaving a weird taste in your mouth. Your skin crawled.

Carefully, your pried yourself away to finally arrive to a completely different milieu.

Red roses grew along the thorns that had claimed every wall they could spread to. Thickets had been relatively trimmed to give them a less unkempt look, each to the entrance of a new section of the garden. Directly facing Miguel's war room.

A room only the council, his soldiers and  himself had access to. And now you as well.

Eyes ventured in the neatly arranged table before you. Pastries you've had a glimpse of back in the city, some snacks and two goblets placed on each side of the table, to finally land on a beautiful woman.

Dressed in red velvet and fine linens, hair impeccably combed in a short bob under the pearl-rimmed gable hood ontop of her head. Golden earrings and chains around her neck. A noble.

Her pretty smile only widened yet it did not reach her blue eyes.

"Your majesty."

She gave a brief bow, which you returned. Au contraire of her, you were donned with a much simple and modest suit. The navy blue bodice had some splotches of dust and herbs, skirt lacking with the usual fluff of the farthingale underneath. Headdress with a softer shape covering your head and loose braid.

Yet, the Blanchard family ring on your left hand screamed what this lady attempted to emulate. Power.

Blue irises raked over your face and it made her chuckle. Your whole body tensed, as your hands rested before you.

"My apologies for showing up like this."

"By all means, teaching the future medics of Arachne must be quite the feat. Please, let's have a seat."

The table was spacious enough to have two people, yet sufficiently small to be an arms away from eachother. You took a seat before her. Hubris and luxury exuded from every pore of the lady in red.

"My name is Dana D'Angelo, your majesty. A pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh."

"Nice to meet you, my lady."

Oh how her rotten heart loved when the ones in the top called her that. And coming from you made it all the better. It gave her a glimpse of what her life as a queen could be.

"I've heard that it was your first class today."

"It was, yes. The king was generous to provide me such gift."

"Oh, I bet. He loves gifting things to those he considers equals."

You blinked at her words as Dana drank from her goblet, but her gaze always remained in you. You swallowed, uncomfortable.

Scrutinized was a measly thing. Her stare felt like yanking the outer layers of yourself with the intent to leave your soul bare.

"You seem to know him."

Your eyes remained soft yet guarded, focused in her.

"Of course. I've known Miguel ever since he was eighteen. I've seen his progress through the years, and of course I am proud of the man he has turned into."

"Quite noble of you to support him, my lady. The king needs all the help possible."

Dana nodded, pleased, "In that you're absolutely right, your highness. I'm sure you've already met my father, Baron Darko."

You nodded solemnly, hands resting ontop of the table. Even though the food looked appealing, you didn't take a bite. In fact the first thing you did while taking a seat was to discreetly take a whiff of it. It was days old at much, and the pastries oozed with a sour scent. but in Dana's plate was all freshly made.

"I have."

"My apologies for his behavior. Even though the times have changed, he remains closed off to new perspectives, your highness."

"It's natural to fear or feel discomfort towards the unknown, Lady Dana."

"Still, my father gets pride into gushing about his knowledge in Arachne. But, since given you are the future queen of Arachne, and Theleria as well, I wanted to know, do you feel ready for such duties?"

"Ruling a kingdom is far from easy, so I will say, No. I am not. At least not completely. If you were in my place, what would you believe?"

"I am."

Your brow twitched discreetly, the praising of course always meant something behind. And the speed she answered was as if she had been waiting for that question forever.

"Care to elaborate why, besides being a native of Arachne and knowing the king for ages?"

"Beg your pardon?" Dana's tone was expected, yet the impervious demeanor of your mother that rubbed on you was finally paying off. That didn't mean that you actually enjoyed the route the conversation was taking. In fact, dread was juggling with your heart.

"Let me rephrase the question, my lady. What is your vision for Arachne?"

"Clearly one where Arachne can be the most feared kingdom, as it always has."

"I see."

"If it wasn't for that soft voice of yours, I'd dare to say you sound disappointed."

"At all, visions of a kingdom may vary. I respect your thoughts."

Dana's eyes narrowed in the slightest as she taunted "Even though they may differ from yours?"

"Indeed. That's what tolerance is about."

Miguel was holding a meeting with Peter, who was called for a debrief after the lessons ended. Jessica, Ben and Hobie were called to the room along Gabriel.

The latter however sat nearby the window and for a moment, spaced out. Far too interested in the scenery before him than going over and over the routes he knew by heart at this point. Meeting was quick.

However, the spot of red focused all his attention to it. Green eyes widened upon seeing you and Dana together.

"Shit"

Everyone looked at his way, specially Miguel that glowered as Gabriel pulled him towards the window. The king was about to land a hit on his younger brother but quickly understood the message upon seeing you.

"Mierda..." He bolted off the room, Peter trailed after him, while Jessica came to the window. A hand going at her mouth.

"As much as I'd love continue talking, I believe it's time for this claptrap to end, my lady."

"I know, you are a busy woman, your majesty. I believe I heard you have a lunch with the king?"

"You seem to be quite interested in my affairs. I don't know whether to feel alarmed or flattered that you use your spare time to know about my whereabouts."

Dana stood with a discreet huff and roll of her eyes, and you followed. Her gaze met your beautiful poker face.

"Don't feel flattered, princess. I assure you, I spend my time in more creative and productive ways, and even better with the right company."

"Would you like to be less cryptic and go straight at your motives? I am not one for indulging gossips or silly talks."

"Don't worry, your highness. As the king's main mistress I also have a schedule to follow."

You swallowed hard the upcoming knot in your throat, breath stopping for a second.

Her rotten heart gave a derisive laugh inside upon seeing the cracks in your stony demeanor. But she had to give you something, you didn't break easily.

Although it was fun to see your eyes getting bloodshot from the upcoming cry, you locked up the tears and bit the insides of your cheek with such force you tasted blood, but even so, it was a better taste than bile's sourness rising in the back of your throat.

Heart beating miles per second, menacing to stop at any moment. It didn't help that the crows flapped away out of nowhere, carrying their omens and allegedly bad luck elsewhere.

"Then, I must leave you, madam."

You bowed and gathered your skirt to walk away but Dana was set into seeing your tears fall. The hurried steps from where you came only approached, nearly galloping in your direction.

"I will produce him a heir. I... We've been trying, even before you came."

"Then, I bid you both good luck. Rose tea is a great ally for fertility. Anything else you'd like to add?"

"My love for him is unfathomable, your majesty."

At this point her words felt like mere taunts that were escalating to a tantrum upon seeing you somewhat composed.

"That is clear. Too bad you're too much of a coward to do this without him present so he can know."

Dana frowned, "Oh, he knows. But he is too busy playing the fool with you. He might marry you, but his heart is always with me."

"I don't fight over simple trivialities, madam, much less over men. What you do with the king is none of my business, but I must warn you, once I become a queen, stay away from my affairs. Don't force me to go back to my kingdom's old ways"

"Is that a threat, Princess?"

"A promise, madam."

Dana scoffed upon seeing Miguel's head peeking over the corner.

"A pleasure to meet you, your highness."

She didn't get what she initially wanted but was satisfied of your reaction. Her plan was fruitful enough to leave you on your own with the spiraling and violent thoughts tearing your mind and heart apart.

A loud rumble drowned the steps of Miguel and Peter. Peter looked for Dana, but she was nowhere to be found, her escape was flawless. But what use would it be to find her when the damage had already been done?

What was left to fix where all you had left were ruins after that harrowing hurricane of a woman trampled on your hopes and evolving feelings towards a man you thought different from what you knew?

You saw the obsidian in his shoes before your form, his hands about to take a hold of your face to make you look at him, but instinctively you pushed it away. It wasn't a hard slap, nor a feeble one.

Miguel's heart stopped as his eyes narrowed, feeling the cutting of your words in the shape of a dagger, slicing and twisting inside his already frail heart.

"I beg you. Don't touch me."

"Princesa..."

His voice barely a whisper, and you looked at him. And God, he wished that you didn't.

For once Miguel wished to be blind, to be deaf, so he couldn't see the heartbreak in your eyes. So he couldn't hear such words that had his heart beating so painfully his breathings hitched. For once, the genius of a man, the ruthless sovereign, The Red King, was at lost on what to do and feel.

Your eyes said it all.

Liar

He approached and you stepped back. He swallowed. If sadness, anger and disappointment could be a person, you'd be the perfect embodiment of such traits.

You disgust me.

Each of your hypothetical words only added another hefty stone on his frail self control. Eyes cold, devoid of all the kindness and admiration he secretly longed to see everytime you were around him. Nothing in them. Not even hatred.

He was sure you believed him so unworthy of anything, even negatives.

He had experienced the many different looks their enemies seized him with, but yours obliterated and trampled all strength with such easiness that had his hands shaky and his lips dry with a feeling he thought long forgotten. Hopelessness.

"I forgot this is all a political game. Forgive my naivety, ser. I got too carried away."

"Please, could you list-"

"Pardon if I misunderstood your hospitality customs for something else. Won't happen again."

No

You bowed to him, letting a lone tear to break at his feet, to then turn around and walk away, disappearing from his sight. All he could do was watch.

No, no.

The sky finally broke, hitting him remorselessly with each drop, as a punishment and he did nothing but to accept it.

Your steps guided you aimlessly through the halls of the castle. Despite the need of running back to your room was overwhelming, you took the time to wander through. Numbness was too comfortable on your brain to let go.

And it was only when you passed the lab, that an acute pang in your chest made itself known. Everything reminded you of him.

His damned smile, his kindness, everything had been a lie. Was it? You didn't know what to believe anymore. Yet none other than yourself popped in your mind as the only culprit.

Always fantasious, inlove with tales that were borderline too good to be true. Too sweet to be savoured and too fantastic to happen in real life.

Little it mattered now when the lover's slate was wiped clean, reducing you as a mere pawn to secure your kingdom's safety. Like it was meant to be since the beginning yet you had dared to believe everything would be better. Different.

Peter huffed behind you, catching his breath. But you didn't want him around, in fact the only company you wanted was yourself and your pen and papers.

"Y-Your Highness."

"I wish to be alone until further notice, ser"

"You know I can't do that. As much as I'd like to leave you on your own, I can't. It's my duty to protect you."

"You're certainly have failed."

You heaved as shoulders slumped. Peter frowned as his eyes averted from your form.

"I didn't mean to... Those words are more to myself than you. Forgive me to drag you to this."

Your head shook while taking a sheet of paper.

"I'm still looking for Dana. The king-"

"Is a liar."

"No, your highness, that's not-"

"My father has whores whenever he likes. It's not-" You bit your tongue for a moment, trying to get your voice steady, "He's not a saint. He's stupid and selfish to rather a whore's company than my own mother, but at least, ser Peter, he's open about it."

Peter could only cast his eyes away, he knew you were right. How could he rebut to that, much more when he experienced first hand the disgust and the outcome of what a mistress could do? He simply couldn't.

"He doesn't hide who he is."

"Remember the talk we had about the mistress looking for him-"

"Again, why keeping them? Am... Am I not enough?"

Oh Miguel, you fucking idiot...

"Maybe I never was. Please close the door when you leave. I wish to be alone."

Peter only bowed to you and left. And when the final click of the door echoed in the cold room, the dam in your tears was let loose. Allowing you to finally break with a quiet whimper.

The weight of initial loneliness, being homesick and now this, finally dropped on your shoulders like ton of bricks. Each that fell on your back made sure to break your weary bones further.

Whatever Dana had plotted was achieved. If her intention was to hurt, it was granted with flying colors. She had won, you weren't a sore loser, you knew when to admit defeat and step aside.

But one thing was true. You felt dirty.

You removed your clothes in a haste and got in the tub, scrubbing yourself until your skin stung, trying to erase any trace of him. The same lips that had kissed you, had kissed her. The same hands that touched you, had touched her. Probably in places that made you stomach revolt at the thought.

But no matter how much you scrubbed or bruised your skin, he still remained there. Forever etched in your skin, like an invisible tattoo only you were able to see. Your own Cain mark.

Even though your hands stung and bled around some places in the knuckles, you still sat before the desk and wrote. And wrote, until your tears blended with the ink, and you tore the pages to start over.

How much you longed for an embrace that didn't feel rehearsed or for pity. For some comforting words that only tipped the balance to gain some favor, you missed your mother.

If he keeps causing you pain, return home. We'll find a solution.

Of course. You could always go back home. It wouldn't be a failure. You had tried your absolute best, and still it wasn't enough.

A new sheet of paper was brought, words already flowing along the ink.

You were going home.

Peter had to drag him inside, after the rain started, armor heavier than usual but no physical weight could be compared to his mind's.

It all had happened so quietly and quickly, that the wasn't ready for such impact, much less the magnitude of the chaos the destructive nature of Dana left in her wake.

All of those warnings, all of those cold shoulders made his burdens light as a feather. Their unavoidable load finally crushing him against the ground, remorselessly.

His breeches were soaked but even so, it was the only piece of clothes remaining in him, as his armor and wet clothes laid on the floor in a forlorn trail. He approached the fire, to make some warmth to seep in back to his body.

The quiet click of his door, didn't move him from the spot, instead he kept glued in his stance. The glow of the fire shone over his skin, an ominous glow that made him rekindle his old battles, his old ways.

Lukewarm arms embraced his back, hands hung lazily over the hem of his breeches. Soft lips kissed his back in a poor attempt to return some of the missing and much needed heat.

His lip twitched when Dana grunted, pleased that he didn't budge.

"What did you say to the Princess?"

Dana stopped for a second, bold hand going inside the hem. Her skin crawled upon feeling the trimmed curls of his pubis. Miguel didn't twitch. Anger was simmering so slow that his body begun warming up on its own. Dana's ministrations were useless and irritating at best.

"Just a few little things about us. And she basically told me that you were mine to keep. That she didn't fight over men."

Miguel only hummed in response. He felt her hands touching him, in the same way she used to console him when a meeting had gone sour. He always welcomed her.

Young, stupid and raging in hormones, that if it wasn't for him to secretly feeding Dana any herb considered a contraceptive and low dosages of poison, he'd probably be over his third child. But now, her touch was unrequited, and it only added fire to his already skyrocketing fury.

"Do you know what you've done, Dana?"

The mistress' strokes stopped. She knew that tone. She knew when Miguel was about to explode.

And still, she taunted "Making you completely mine?" To then step before him, crushing her chest against his, enhancing the sight of her mounds just for him. She had won.

"No, querida. Far from that."

Dana's triumphant smile faded slowly when Miguel reached for her nape, and tangled his hand on the base of her neck.

"You just sped up you own execution, Danita."

Right?

She had won, and still it was victory Miguel refused to acknowledge.

All thoughts were sapped away as Miguel pulled her by her hair roughly. Like mostly of their old games. Dana just laughed, but it quickly was replaced by a pained yelp as he slammed her against the wall.

"T-Thats not funny anymore, Miguel-" But none had prepared her for his yelling at her face

"Estúpida y maldita zorra!" (You dumb fucking bitch)

He towered easily over her, one of his hands easily enveloped her tender neck. Dana gulped and he felt the move, widening his dark smirk. It was The Red King who moved and talked. A side he only showed in battle, and his most despicable enemies.

Dana struggled to be free, fear took over as Miguel rested his forehead  against hers, cold and unforgiving stare boring into her soul.

"Why are you so set into making everything I work for so damn hard?!"

"I was supposed to be the queen! You said it!"

"Oh, Danita. Did you really think I'd marry you?"

"Let me go!"

He squeezed tighter instead, silencing her pleas

"I-" She choked and tried with all her might to push him away, but this only enticed his cruelty, "I've been there for you, wasn't I?!"

Even in her suffering, she still tried to appeal to those memories that undeniably she had given him. In her delusional and entitled mind she deserved him.

"When your father and mother died, I was there! Not her! I've loved you more than anyone in this stupid castle could ever do!"

Miguel's brow quirked boredly as tears stained his hand

"I saw you getting crowned! I lost my maidenhood to you when you won your first ever b-battle!" She sputtered as Miguel squeezed tighter. Her toes barely touching the floor, "I-I wiped your tears, patched your wounds-"

"And because of that you believe you have power over me? Over my kingdom? "

His eyes twinkled in amusement as the life danced in Dana's gaze. Fear oozed from every pore at his eerie calm, yet his hands did all the talking for him. It had been ages since he didn't crush someone's throat. And even so, he wouldn't make it quick.

"You are supposed t'be mine" Dana slurred and Miguel just scoffed

"How cute and stupid for you to believe you can own me."

All his pain and rage from each of your words, turned into the vice like grip, strength leaving her the more she thrashed.

"Don't" Dana heaved and struggled to let words come out. The fear and lack of air was clouding her judgment, "D-" Don't be ungrateful-"

I was there, she mouthed but Miguel only applied more pressure into her neck. Dana kicked and whimpered weakly. The imminent end approached in a torturous slow pace. Despair and death banging at her door.

"Ungrateful? I gave you every stupid whim you asked for, gave your scum like family a position in my court when I knew they would only leech off me" He hissed while his teeth bared "Put you too many times as a priority when the kingdom was crumbling around me, and I am ungrateful?"

Dana's lids drooped, dizzy. Lips purple, like her face.

"You never did anything worthy besides being a fuck toy, darling. Why should I reward you for such thing?"

"M-Miguel-" Her hands although weakly, reached for him, but he slapped the limbs away with his free hand. Unlike you that had been kind even in your pain.

"All you had to do was listen when I told you to stay away from her, didn't I?"

"P-"

"But you love tempting the devil, don't you?"

Please

"Why didn't you listen?!"

Dana managed to mark his face a last time.

His hands squeezed until something caved under the pressure with a lurid crack. Crimson eyes stared in disgust at how the dull in Dana's gaze vanished. Hands and body stilled after an initial twitch. He let the body fall on the floor with a careless thud like the many he had ended before.

Another one for his endless tab. Regret lingered but not out of guilt, rather than not taking this matter in his hands sooner.

Adrenaline rushed through his body, his mouth gave a shaky and borderline ecstatic breath, savouring the panic for a moment. It felt like a new sort of vitamin had been injected in his heart, cause it beat with healthy and powerful pumps. A tired smile crept up his lips.

Finally.

He was free, his past has died. There was nothing to keep him bound to her. No ropes that held him back.

When the rush vanished, he called Jessica and Ben, that upon entering his chambers watched in horror at the familiar body on the ground. Grotesquely beautiful as it stared back from its spot. Death pungent in the air.

"Get rid of her" Voice dripped in disdain while he searched for a dry change of clothes.

Jessica had forgotten what was like to face him after a meaningful kill. It was this side of him that had granted him a throne and the respect of the rest of the continent.

Pleased and proud of himself for such feat, arrogance exuding from every pore, but the satisfied smile plastered all over his face was the macabre element of the equation.

Jessica had been forgetting her own participation in the slaughter. But this predicament reminded her enough that The Red King never left. That only great amounts of rage brought him back.

Ben glanced at the body as he rearranged it to be put out. The gruesome bruise in the shape of his hand was fresh on her neck, fear still etched in her features as some tears pooled in the corner of her inner lid. Ben closed her eyes, trying to give her a less haunting look.

"What about her family?"

A chill ran down Jessica's spine upon his next words.

"Wipe them all out. Except Baron Darko."

Another thing she knew too well. He was sparing him to set an example of what happens if you don't listen. His words were absolute and final.

"Burn her and give her ashes to him."

Cruel and cold Red King.

Jessica could only bow and left to get some extra help, hoping he wasn't there to stay.

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[therealms-number1angirl]

Why have I never done a thorough read through of this series? It’s so good, and just by accident, I recently came across this little gem:

Talia dragged his face down and kissed him hard, on the lips. “For luck,” she said. When he blinked at her, she added, “I’m only looking out for Queen Raisa. She deserves a little happiness. If you get yourself killed, Her Majesty will turn into a bitter old woman, and I will plant rue and thistle on your grave.”

And literally the next paragraph:

“I never believed you was a murderer,” Mick said, patting Han’s shoulder. “Just so you know.” “What?” Han blinked at him, but Mick turned on his heel and disappeared into the dark temple, pulling the door shut behind him.

THIS BOOK IS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!

[xueyuverse]

And honestly, it has always been said that Hua Cheng has a strong grip and likes to bite and drive Xie Lian to exhaustion, or did everyone forget the extra where Xie Lian loses his memories and wakes up completely destroyed??

Hua Cheng has always been a bully in bed, he always liked to exhaust Xie Lian, to squeeze, grab, bite and destroy, this man is extremely possessive guys, he doesn't hold back!!

[jiang-yanli-s-soup]

Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I...

[brittle-doughie]

Thinking about what would happen with Crowned Cupcake if certain cookies were the ones to "steal" us away. Specifically the cookies on the more powerful (and more evil) side of the spectrum.

Any opinions if it was Black Pearl or Dark Enchantress who "stole" us away?

(Also maybe Crimson Coral or Carmel Arrow, but that's mostly for self-indulgence reasons on my end)

Notice: Inbox is closed at the moment so I can make dents in the ask pile!

Crimson Coral always knew that Crowned was up to no good and took you in to protect you from her.

Within the water, Crimson has more of a fighting chance, but will severely be at a disadvantage if Crowned can get her out of the water. But Crimson isn’t one for backing down, she’ll keep fighting no matter what!

That goes double with Caramel Arrow Cookie. Her love for you is the most pure compared to Crowned and she’s determined to prove it in any way possible

No potentially murderous princess will stand in her way of sharing a path with you! Crack her dough all she wants, Caramel Arrow Cookie will fight until the end