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stingslikeabee · 26 days

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@rosegoldandsequins found the queen

The music had been perfectly selected (an array of some of the king's favorites with new pieces from this up and coming musician by the name of Johann Sebastian Bach, at Lilian's request); the seafood was remarkably fresh even if the castle was quite far from the shore, decorated with the vibrant colors of their garden's staples; finally, the flowers adorning every table and window from the many chambers occupied with that summer ball were also a testament to the queen's personal touch, named after a bloom herself.

Pretending that all was well for the sake of the people and also her family had turned into routine for the monarch; perfectly poised on her throne, Lilian was the expected picture of the sweetness and warmth next to a king that ruled with an iron fist and was thus regarded as an imposing and frightening man by the kingdom's enemy armies. Their subjects believed Frederik to be cruel to those abroad only - but those closer to the royal chambers knew better.

He just happened to be very careful with Lilian's face and limbs - none of the scars she bore were generally visible; nothing that could be used against him by anyone brave enough to oppose that match (or disrupt the much needed grain and other food supplies delivered to the capital from the queen's fertile homelands).

Sighing softly into a glass of champagne, the brunette nodded graciously to a servant that brought a sealed letter to the king, promptly gazing elsewhere to avoid any poorly disguised reprimands for behavior later. By doing so, her gaze fell on the dance floor, momentarily distracted by the colorful flow of bodies and fabric enjoying the festivities while the queen herself could barely remember the last time she had danced. Perhaps on their wedding day, when the foolish noblewoman had hoped that their union would at least be a prosper one.

Squinting, Lilian realized that the one in a beautifully rosé-colored dress and twirling in the arms of a dashing count was none other than Guinevere. Her favorite lady-in-waiting and friend, who kept company at all times - and who knew about all the cruelty endured behind doors as well. More than that - the beautiful lady had stolen the queen's heart and her true affections, something nothing short of a scandal if word got out. The genuine care from Guinevere was the true balm for the wounds sustained by Lilian from every second spent at the side of her abuser, and she knew that they needed to pretend.

Guinevere had to look available - even willing to be matched to a good man, for the sake of their lives. But even if the older woman knew that to be a ruse, the day where they would likely be forced to part grew near. There were so many incredulous excuses that Lilian could offer to deny the suggested recommendations, and it made her stomach turn. Gripping her champagne flute tightly, it was only when a minuscule crack of the delicate crystal appeared that Lilian realized the strength of the frustration and desperation boiling within, although neither of the women were at fault.

"Will you excuse me for a moment, Your Majesty? It seems that I require a change of gloves," the queen spoke, but Frederik's answer was a barely coherent murmur, eyes still glued to the ink of the letter delivered a moment ago. Standing up from her throne but quick to command all subjects in her way to remain at ease, the queen murmured for a servant to fetch her Guinevere as soon as the dance was done, and discreetly - they were to meet at her room.

As the doors closed to her inner chambers, the monarch's breathing was fast and shallow - recognizing for what it was, she quickly moved to the balcony, gripping the rails there and forcing herself to slow down and calm the nerves. Things were complicated enough with her 'feminine conditions', as the king described the mood fluctuations; a panic attack in front of the people was the last thing Lilian needed, even if it was getting harder and harder to swallow the horrified screams that threatened to erupt from her throat.

#rosegoldandsequins #v: Yakuza ; vampire AU #t: if these walls could talk #yeah I know #I am not creative at all #the movie lives rent free in my head and so do the girls haha

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