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I have decided to get back into writing - however, my requests are closed as I am writing for myself and sharing it with you all. I figured this would be an easier way for me to get myself back into it. Soooo I have decided to complete a mini series. Its a Royal Au! with Henry Cavill (because why not?) I hope you enjoy this as much as I am, I’m having so much fun writing this.

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Royal Au!

Pairing: Knight!Henry Cavill x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 2,264

Series Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Slight Praise Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female and male receiving), Angst, Jealousy, Semi Public Sex. Mentions of Death.

Part 1 - The Princess & Him

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Royal meetings were never something I enjoyed. Slipping in and out of a mindless daze while my father waffles on about, wait fuck, what is he saying?

“Ahh finally listening?” My brother whispers. I roll my eyes, nudging Arthur and pulling myself up straighter in the red velvet chair.

“Your highness, onto the next topic, when is the Princess set to disembark?” Sir Packerrton says, flicking through his paperwork.

“Disembark?” I blurt out, all eyes flicking to me. Although there are only 10 people in this room, including myself, their staring makes my skin feel engulfed in flames.

Sir Gilsten chuckles, his chuckle shaking his round stomach and slumped shoulders. He looks up from his agenda paper work, his thin glasses sliding down his oily wrinkled nose.

“Lucky you’re pretty my lady, you clearly don’t comprehend.” Glisten tuts, rolling his eyes and looking at Sir Frank who accompanies him in chuckling.

“I beg your pardon.” Arthur grits, “She isn’t the only one who needs an explanation, where is she traveling to?”

Sir Glisten slides his glasses off, pinching the bridge of his nose as if it pains him to speak to us. The room is almost silent as everyone takes in our shared reaction to this news.

“Princess Y/n will be disembarking the Kingdom of Midflora to Nules Empire tomorrow two hours after first light. She will be accompanied by Prince Arthur and their private Knights, Sir Henry and Sir Charles.” Sir Frank reads off the paperwork.

The mention of his name erupts butterflies inside of me. My eyes quickly flick to Henry's, his eyes quickly locking to mine before focusing forward, tuning everything out.

“That’s all well and good Gilsten but what are we leaving for?” Arthus questions, staring down the red faced man.

“For the Princess to find a husband.”

My stomach drops, my eyes go back to Henry, his jaw clenched.

He knew.

“And this involves me how?” Arthur demands.

“Arthur” I plead, not wanting to do this to begin with and certainly not alone.

The men at the table laugh, including our father who has been abnormally quiet throughout this meeting.

“Arthur, she needs a chaperone and I am too busy to attend myself, you must replace me.”

“Oh I’m sure Y/n can handle it, she’s going to be Queen before I’ll have the chance at King.”

“Arthur.” I warn, knowing he’s using our father’s threat of throwing him out of the family to rile him up. My mind races at the thought of becoming Queen one day, knowing it's not my path. There’s no way I’d be Queen before he was king, he’s older than me and his children will succeed me. He’s just pissed off. I quickly calm myself down, so many emotions swirling around inside of me.

“I thought I was free to find my own partner.” I spit.

My father opens his mouth to speak, Gilsten cutting him off.

“This isn’t just for you. Arthur, you’ll also be scouting for a wife, however it's not as urgent as your need is, Princess Y/n.”

My mouth falls open in shock. My need? I’m only 25 and I haven't lived yet.

“Why are we just finding out about this?” Arthur shouts, his hands slamming on the grand oak table.

The room fills with murmurs before our Father stands, following Arthur's lead.

“Out!”

Everyone looks between themselves, before following the King's instruction. The sound of the heavy wooden doors closing echoes through the room.

I cross my arms, looking at my father. Multiple waves of emotion threatening to spill.

Our Father sighs, sitting back down in his chair.

“I wish your mother was still here, she would help you understand.”

“Understand? Father, Mother was your riding instructor's daughter, she would understand the need to not do this.” Arthur shouts, his chest rising and falling with anger.

“Your Mother was different, your grandparents knew her and her family, they were honorable.”

“And you don’t think we would find partners that bring us honor?” I disput.

I feel Henry’s eyes on me, flicking mine to meet his, sadness and anger floats within his eyes.

“It’s easier this way.” My Father states, looking between both Arthur and I.

I take a deep breath, feeling a hand rub my arm up and down.

“It's okay.” Arthur whispers.

I take a shaky breath in, feeling a droplet on my cheek, am I crying? Fuck.

“Y/n, honey.” My Father softens slightly, only momentarily.

“Excuse me.” I stand, my chair rumbling against the wooden floor.

“No, We discuss things in this family.” My Father spits, his index finger pointing at the table.

“Do we? Because I don’t remember there being a discussion about mine and Arthur's love lives. It shouldn’t be a discussion in the first place. And the need for me to find a husband? I’m only 25, there is no need for me to accomplish anything!” I scream, my eyes starting to fill with more tears.

“Be up at first light, I’ll send Mia to wake you.” My Father states, his stare cold. I look over at Arthur, his face red and his fists balled so tight his knuckles are white.

I scoff, my vision becoming blurry as I walk out of the room. I rush through the halls to my bedroom, shutting my door and sliding down the back of it. The straps of my dress fall down my shoulders as I sob.

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A soft knock hits against my bedroom door as it pushes open.

“I’m awake Mia.” I mumble, my eyes focused on the sun rise as I sit on my bay window.

“I’ll be sure to pass it on.”

“Henry.” I breathe, closing the distance between us, my arms wrapping around him as he picks me up. Both of us holding each other, savoring the quiet moments.

“I’m sorry my princess.”

“When did you find out?” I sigh, pulling out of his embrace.

“Two days ago, they had me stand in during the meeting. Your Father didn’t make any comments, he sat there and stewed on his thoughts, I didn’t know what to tell you.”

“It’s okay, I'm just going to ignore the whole thing and not be a pleasure to be around. So watch out.” I wink, causing Henry to sigh.

“This is going to suck, seeing men with their hands on you.”

“Maybe I could tell them I’m an impure Princess, who longs only for a knight who knows how to touch all the right places and they will run for the hills.” Henry’s eyes darken at my words, his hand caresses my face, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip.

His eyes focus on my lips, before his eyes lock with mine, a small gentle smile dancing across his face before our lips touch. Gentle, soft and loving before quickly turning into hunger, desire and need. Both of us know this may be the last time for a while.

Henry’s fingers stroke through my hair, his tongue slipping into my mouth as they twist together. His other hand holds my waist, softly squeezing my skin.

“Please.” I whimper.

“Princess.” Henry sighs, the breathless moan sending arousal to pool between my thighs.

Henry pulls away from me, my lips tingling, my body aching for him. Henry steps back, a whimper slipping past my lips. Henry reaches out, gently slipping the strap of my silk nightgown off my shoulder. His touch caused goosebumps to litter my skin, a small shiver running down my back.

I slip my arms out of the fallen straps, the silk falling off my body and pooling at my feet. My naked body is on display for him.

Only him.

“Henry.”

“Y/n, baby, give me a moment.” He whispers, licking his lips as his eyes trail over me.

Blush heats my cheeks, butterflies erupting inside of me, hearing Henry say my name always has this effect on me. Henry slowly undresses himself. Tingles run through me at the sight of his naked body.

“C’mere baby.”

We close the small distance separating our bodies. His warmth engulfs me, his lips kissing and sucking my neck, a small part of me hoping he leaves his mark.

Henry picks me up, walking us over to the bay window. Henry sits against the soft cushion, my knees resting beside his thighs, his hands on my ass.

“You’re perfect.” He whispers, his eyes staring deeply into mine.

I cup his face in my hands, our lips meeting in the middle as Henry’s fingers rub my clit, my hips grinding against his movements.

“Fuck.” I whisper, my head falling back, his lips trailing up my neck.

He slides his cock up and down my slit, collecting my wetness before his tip nudges inside of me. My mouth falls open, breathless whimpers filling the area as I sink down onto him. Earning a low groan to rumble through his chest.

“God, look at you.” Henry moans, my hips rocking back and forth, one of his hands on my ass, helping to guide me back and forth. The other stroked my hair, watching my face contorted in pleasure.

“You’re mine princess.”

“All yours Henry.”

Henry moans against my chest, his face buried in my breasts, his lips sucking on my nipples.

“Say that again.”

“Yours Henry.” My fingers lace through his hair, fingertips scratching at his scalp as he continues to kiss my boobs.

“Y/n, god you feel so good, fucking ruining you for anyone else.” He groans.

My eyes roll back as his hips start to thrust up to meet mine, his dick disappearing deeper and deeper inside of my warm wet pussy.

“Henry.” His name passed my lips like a chorus, a song neither of us would tire of hearing.

I place my hands on his shoulders as we move together, his fingers rubbing my clit as his cock slides in and out of me. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, earning a hiss to fall from his lips.

“Just like that.” I whimper, the feeling of his cock rocking in and out of me causing my brian to fuzz.

“Doing so well baby.” Henry whispers, his lips kissing along my jaw.

“Don’t stop, Henry, fuck, I’m close.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies closer together, angling my hips to meet his thrusts. His cock nudges against my sweet spot, my toes curling.

“Henry, god!” I yell, his hand coming up to cover my mouth.

“Be a good girl.” Henry warns. I nod against his palm, my eyes rolling back as I cum over his cock. His fingers slow on my clit as shocks of electricity flow through me.

Henry continues to fuck up into me, his thursts becoming sloppy as I kiss his neck, sucking and biting the skin.

“Cum for me, fill me baby, ruin me.” I whisper, biting his earlobe, his grip on my hips becoming stronger, leaving small bruises that are a reminder on my skin.

“Fuck, Y/n.” My heart swells with pride as my name falls from his lips. His head thrown back against the window, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my hips and his cock pulsating inside of me.

The morning sun shining through the window shows our glistening skin. Small marks left on Henry’s body and even smaller left on me.

“Y/n!” Arthur yells, knocking on the door. “You have ten minutes and I hope you’re packed!”

“Shit.” Henry and I say in unison as we rush around the room. I dash over to my draws, pulling out under garments and rushing through the wardrobe for something comfortable yet elegant.

I peek out of the wardrobe door, watching Henry do up his shirt, his eyes focusing on the land outside. God, how did I get so lucky yet so unlucky all at once.

I shimmy into a simple black dress, a scoop neck and silk fabric that fits against my body just perfectly.

“I always liked this dress.” I smile at Henry’s comment, his lips kissing my exposed shoulder.

“I thought you did, I think everyone else hates it.” I crinkle my nose causing Henry to chuckle.

Before anything more is said, there is a knock at my door.

“Y/n?” Arthur’s voice slips through the crack.

“You can come in.” I reply, Henry slightly distancing himself from me.

Although Arthur is aware after catching Henry and I in the garden in the evening, he is sworn to secrecy. Especially if he doesn’t want our Father to find out about his Bar maiden.

“Henry, I shouldn’t be surprised to find you here.” Arthur chuckles, looking between the two of us.

“Father is looking for you, Mia is coming to grab you bags but I thought I better interrupt, whatever this was before someone else did.” Arthur explains, as Henry nods at him.

“And I am forever grateful for your efforts with this Arthur.”

“As am I.” I smile at my brother who smiles back at the both of us.

“C’mon then, we don’t have much time and I don’t want to delay this for much longer, I’d rather it be over.” Arthur states putting his arm out for me to take.

I quickly turned to Henry, kissing his cheek before taking my brother's arm.

“Meet you down there.” I wink as Henry smiles at me.

“I understand this is going to be hard, for both of you and if at any point I can help ease the stress, make me aware.” Arthur whispers as I squeeze his arm.

“I appreciate you dear brother.”

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