#royal fanfiction

[the-wales-5]

"Scene of the crime" ;)

21st November 2023.

William and Catherine were getting ready to leave for a meeting with the President & First Lady of the Republic of Korea.

The prince of Wales approached his wife and said “You look stunning today, especially in this red coat”, then he proceeded to kiss her on the lips.

"Thank you" Catherine said and smiled a little bit "But please stop with these comments now, we're getting late" she added.

William shook head and hugged her from behind. But Catherine was annoyed. She tried not to show it and sighed, but William could feel that she was frustrated so he asked: "What's going on?"

"I already told you that we're getting late" Catherine replied and rolled her eyes a little.

"No, we're not really late. There's still half an hour left for us to leave",William said and again wanted to kiss her but she rejected it once more and sighed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"We'll get late. Are you ready now?",William asked after a few minutes

"Oh, all of a sudden you are worried about us getting late" she shouted, then scoffed and left the room.

*

“I just wanted to kiss you but you're acting like a teenager” William said when they were in the car a few minutes later.

“Just one kiss would turn to something more within seconds and I don't like that when we're about to attend an engagement, you know?” Catherine scoffed

“Recently you are annoyed about everything I see” William rolled his eyes

“What do you mean?” Catherine asked louder

“Absolutely nothing” he said and ignored her.

10 minutes later, Catherine left the car and her pictures made the whole royal side of social media blow. Fans were amazed by one of the pictures and by her outfit too.

But the Princess was far from being happy. She quickly curtsied to the king and then stood next to her husband during the horse guard parade.

He quickly understood his mistake and tried to make her smile by talking to her. Kate hardly tried to ignore it and was not paying attention to William nor his words. Yet, she almost smiled at one point.

He leaned close to her and whispered

“You're smiling, Mrs Wales”.

At last, she turned her head to him and smiled once again. Now it was more visible, but after a second, she looked in front of herself again.

Soon, they were at Buckingham Palace to see the exhibition. It was supposed to begin in the next ten minutes. All of a sudden, Catherine's husband took her hand into his and pulled her toward a quiet and dark corner of the room.

“Forgive me” he said then.

"I already did. By the way, what are you doing? I need to fix my hair now because I don't want to wear this hat inside. And the exhibition starts soon. We can talk later, William" she said.

He looked into her eyes and slowly took off her hat, letting her gorgeous brown hair scattered across her back.

Catherine giggled a little "What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted to take this hat off, right? I helped you” William said.

Kate pretended to be annoyed but he pulled her even closer "It's an official apology.. I am really sorry for annoying you earlier. Please, say we're okay now" he whispered.

Catherine was looking into his eyes for a few seconds. Then she whispered "Yes, I think we are okay now”

William smiled and gently pressed his lips on hers "And let me just repeat, you're stunning today. You always are!" he whispered.

Catherine caressed his cheek "Thank you.. I am sorry for shouting at you" she said.

“Don't be sorry, my wife” William whispered and fixed her hair a little.

One of Buckingham Palace aides cleared his throat “Sir, Ma'am. The exhibition starts soon”.

William put his hand on her back and asked “Ready?”. She nodded and put her hand on his lower back.

During the exhibition, they were caught on camera putting hands on one another's back, at one moment they even wanted to hold hands but then remembered they were on duties and quickly took apart and giggled.

“Thank god, we're going back home soon” William murmured

“What is on your mind, Mr Wales?” Catherine smirked but he didn't reply, decided to tease her and 'ignore' her just like she did at the parade earlier.

On the way home in the car, they were caressing one another's hand. Words were unnecessary between them.

*

As soon as they reached the house, they did not wait even for a second before closing the door. When she noticed that William wanted to say something, Catherine teased him “Don't talk now. You wanted to kiss me, remember?”

William looked at her and smirked a little before passionately pressing his lips on hers and taking off her red coat at the same time.

Catherine was smiling between those kisses.

"How much time we've got until you have to start preparing?" William asked her in a whisper

"A little bit more than 2 hours I think but you know that our children can come here” Catherine said. William locked the door and replied “It's not possible anymore, babe”.

He kissed her under her ear and Kate trembled as she said “It is insane”

“What is insane?” He asked and continued to kiss her

“I'm already not okay after your kisses” she said and tightly closed her eyes.

William chuckled, then lifted her up in his arms and laid her down on the bed.

Catherine smiled at him a little and said “You're wearing too many clothes”

“And you are allowed to take them off” William smirked

His wife took his suit and tie off and then said “Your shirt.. Can I take it off too?”

“Of course, my wife”

“Tear it?” She smirked as she remembered their honeymoon phase in 2011

“You can do everything you want to me now, Catherine Elizabeth. I'm yours” William whispered and kissed her on the lips again.

She smiled lovingly but her facial expression changed to a smirk as she tore his white shirt. Seconds later she pretended to be innocent as she said “I am sorry. I'll have to buy you a new one for Christmas”.

“I don't mind that” William smirked before kissing her on her neck. Catherine gasped and tried to control her breath but it was becoming heavier with each one of the kisses he placed on her skin.

“You are.. insane now” she managed to say and trembled for the thousandth time.

“It is your fault, Mrs Wales. I have been waiting for this moment since I saw you in this” he said and then slowly took off the red dress she was wearing under her coat early in the day “You looked so beautiful and I couldn't resist but wanted to kiss you”.

Catherine was smiling as she tried to focus on listening to his words. She blushed when she heard him say “I barely controlled myself from kissing you earlier at the parade today after noticing your sweet little smile”

“I would reject you. I was angry” Catherine said and winked, then she was finally able to press her lips on his. William cupped her face in his hands and whispered as he looked into her green eyes:

“Don't get angry at me anymore. I can't function properly when you are annoyed toward me, you know?”.

Catherine nodded and kissed him again, this time on his neck too. William deepened another of his lip kisses and then proceeded to kiss both of her flushed cheeks, down her chin, throat and neck again. Within time those kisses turned into little bites.

Catherine's eyes widened and she whispered his name breathlessly.

“Hsshh..” William shushed her with a soft kiss on her forehead and looked into her eyes for a second. He kept kissing her, leaving marks all over her neck and rest of her body. She could not say anything and did not want to.

Both of them were completely lost in one another at that moment and the rest of the two hours they had were spent on making love and telling sweet nothings to each other.

*

“We should get up now and start to prepare for the banquet” Catherine whispered as she caressed her husband’s back.

“I'd rather stay here and continue what we were doing, you know?” He smirked

“We have a reception to attend, my silly William” she said and laughed a little “We can continue that later tonight”.

Then, she wore one of his shirts and sat down in front of the mirror. Next thing he heard was her sigh full of annoyance and her words:

“Look what you've done to my neck, Mr Wales”

“And who's done this to my neck and chest, Mrs Wales?” William pointed at himself and smirked again.

Catherine closed her eyes and tried not to laugh. “I hope I can cover these marks you left on me with make-up” she said and pretended to feel angry.

William kissed her on the forehead and then went to take a quick shower. Catherine looked at the ceiling and sighed happily. “This is unbelievable that we're still in a honeymoon phase sometimes” she whispered and tried not to blush

“Would you like to join?” William asked from the bathroom

“NOO!” Catherine said and laughed “Hurry up, I have to take a shower too!” .

Within the next 20 minutes, Catherine finished her shower time as well and sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror “My hair's a mess right now”.

“May I help you to fix it somehow?” William asked and caressed her shoulder “You know, I help you with your hair often”

“Yes, but only at home”

“Not only there, remember the time before our wedding reception?”

“It was a simple blow dry”

“Come on, it doesn't mean I can't do anything more” he said and took her comb and hair dryer in his hand “Let us try it”.

Catherine smiled a little and again looked at love bites on her neck.

“I wonder how much make-up will I have to put here” she wondered

“It's not my fault” William said innocently and chuckled a little “I am afraid you won't be able to hide it completely” he teased her

“Don't say that!” Catherine sighed “What if they see it?” She blushed then

“You should not be worried about that” William replied

“You don't know what you are saying because your marks will not be seen in pictures” she blushed again.

William chuckled softly and kissed her on the forehead “I am sure you will cover them perfectly. Don't worry. Are you planning to do an updo tonight?I was thinking about an half up and half down just like you did for our wedding”

"It's a perfect idea. And I think it will fit the tiara I want to wear tonight" Catherine said and looked at her husband

"Your wedding one?" William laughed

"No, my wedding one is too significant to wear again" Catherine smiled

"Cambridge Lover's Knot again?” William asked and rolled his eyes a little “Or else the Lotus, right?” He said

"No, something new for me this time" Catherine smiled a little "The Strathmore tiara”

"The Strathmore?” William was quite shocked “Pa gave you the Strathmore? Is it repaired now? It hasn't seen light for like 100 years!”

"Yes but it's beautiful and I can't wait to wear it" Catherine said

"You will look drop dead gorgeous with it" William said and smiled “Let's try make your hair perfect for it”

"Okay" Catherine smiled and tried not to blush again. She was relaxed now and completely forgot about that pointless fight with William.

The Prince of Wales was not skilled at hairdressing but he did the draft very well and Catherine was impressed.

"Do you like it?" He asked after seeing a little smile on her face

"Yes, it reminds me of my wedding hair a little bit. Thank you" she said.

"You're welcome, but I think Natalie will have to fix it a bit and then you'll be perfect to go" William said and kissed her on hand “I'll wait downstairs” he added. Catherine smiled at his way and called Natalie to help her.

*

They were in the car a few minutes later on the way to Buckingham Palace. William was looking at his wife almost all the time, feeling mesmerised by her beauty. Catherine knew about looks he was sending her and squeezed his hand a few times throughout the way. Before they arrived in front of the palace, the princess checked herself in the mirror and said quietly “Oh no.. Why didn't I notice it earlier? It is too late now to fix it”

“What?” William asked as he looked at her

Catherine did not reply but pointed at her neck and sighed.

“It is not that dark or visible if one would not look too closely” William said

“I should have noticed it before” Kate closed her eyes, feeling embarrassed and angry too.

“They will not notice it, Catherine”

“How can you be so sure?” she sighed “It is rather easy to see it, especially with the cameras nowadays, you know?” she scoffed

“Stop worrying, please. Everything will be okay”

Catherine rolled her eyes a little and then sighed "Well.. I hope you are right because now I can't fix it anymore”

"I am right. Let's get inside now" William whispered and gently kissed her on cheek before leaving the car.

They were photographed at the door and those photos went viral on social media. Eagle-eyed followers noticed a bite mark on Catherine's neck.

William's wife was smiling, but in the back of her mind, she still had these thoughts full of annoyance at herself. However, she started to feel more relaxed when Princess Anne approached her.

"Someone's left a mark of his crime!" Anne teased Catherine at some point of their conversation. Kate didn't know what to say, she just blushed a little and then looked away.

Anne chuckled and looked at William who mouthed from afar: "Is everything alright?”.

"Yes" Catherine mouthed too and then chuckled. She looked at Anne and said "You should tease him, not me”

"He's tensed enough already" Anne said and laughed a little,"I didn't want to embarrass him even more”

"But you had to embarrass me, yes?" Catherine rolled her eyes a little but then laughed too.

"You are my favourite, you know that” Anne said and winked.

They continued their talk, and Catherine finally could feel relaxed.

When the banquet ended and they were in the car, William asked his wife about her conversation with his aunt.

"Among other things, we talked about a love bite, thanks to you" Catherine replied and rolled her eyes a little.

William sighed and said "I thought nobody would notice"

"Your aunt has an eagle eye, unfortunately," Catherine replied

"I'm sorry, Kate..” William whispered.

Catherine looked at him and smiled a little."Why are you being sorry? It's not anything serious, Wills” she said quietly.

"But she embarrassed you" William said

"She is my family and one of the best people for us at the moment, and she made me laugh anyway, so I don't see a problem" Catherine said quietly and smiled.

“So, you are okay?”

Catherine nodded and caressed his cheek,"I haven't been happier like today for a long time" she whispered and placed her head on his shoulder as hugging his arm "Kiss my forehead now” she whispered again.

William smiled at her lovingly, then gently kissed her on the forehead and told her that he loved her. The night outside the car window was a beautiful one, but for Catherine's husband, she was the most important at that particular moment.

The end ♡

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[writing-wh0re]

Hey Hey!

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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Likes are great but feedback is golden!

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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[justdonotaskmewhy]

no, guys, but imagine if there was an Andrew Parker Bowles x Princess Diana fanfiction

like when Diana realizes Charles will never be faithful she decides to get revenge on Camilla and Andrew is just vibing because we all know he is an adulterer

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Love changes everything - Chapter 11

No matter how much Charles had begged Camilla to spend Christmas with him, though he knew it was impossible, she had spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with her parents before she’d travelled back to Bolehyde Manor on Boxing Day when her parents went to see Annabel and her little wholesome family. Camilla, of course, had been invited too, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to cope with the family bliss at Annabel’s house. She was happy for Annabel, of course, but it would be too much to take, especially with Andrew’s birthday coming up the next day. Christmas had been more of a torture anyway and she was glad to escape the baubels, the trees and the herold angeles everywhere. Her house wasn’t decorated for Christmas at all, a harsh contrast to the glitter and gold and the ethereal legions of angels that had been everywhere last year. Though she’d been heavily pregnant and barely able to move at all she’d decorated even the smallest corner of the house last year. Baby’s first Christmas was supposed to be perfect after all. But now the rain pouring heavily outside matched her mood far better. She had tried hard to put on a happy face for her parents and Mark, but it had worn her out. And she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to live through tomorrow. The thought of Andrew’s birthday almost made her sick. Just why was he not allowed to turn 36? Why did he have to play the hero again and be killed? What utterly sick game was the God above playing? It had not always been easy with Andrew, his affairs had silently killed her, but why, just why, did such a horrible thing happen? What had little Tom done to deserve this? What had she done to deserve this? 

She was missing Charles, too, and a part of her had wished they’d be able to spend Christmas together. They’d spoken briefly on the phone on Christmas Eve and she regretted having declined his offer, or more his plea, to be able to see her on Boxing Day. Maybe he would still come like the last time she’d forbidden him to come on Tom’s birthday? But time passed and there was no Charles, so she just played with Tom and wrapped herself in a blanket in the living room once she had put him to bed.

The darkness outside came early and the raindrops on the window looked like ink-spiders. God, this really didn‘t feel like Christmas at all. Over and over she pondered if she should try to ring Charles but then again it was only half past four, though outside it looked like witching hour. Oh well maybe she just shouldn’t be so grand, she decided. With quick steps she walked to the hall where the telephone was standing and dialled the direct line to Charles' room which he had given to her in wise foresight. In nervous anticipation she dialled wrong two times before she was lucky and the call got through.

“Hello?“ asked a young voice that definitely wasn‘t Charles‘. Somehow the voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite recall of whom it reminded her.

“Ummm… hello… I’d like to speak to Cha… umm, the Prince of Wales, please.“

“Sorry, Miss, you missed him. He left quite some time ago… to see his new girlfriend.“ The boy made a retching sound and suddenly it dawned on Camilla who it was.

“Edward?“ she asked, ignoring the clenching of her heart. Was she the new girlfriend? Or did Charles, indeed, have someone new? Deep down her Camilla knew that this wasn't how Charles would handle this, but the years with Andrew had traumatised her and of course she knew that Charles had to date other girls as well. He had to find a wife, someone worthy to bear an heir.

“On the phone, Miss,“ the eleven-year-old replied, clearly not remembering her voice.

“This is Camilla, we used to do two or three go-kart chases a few years ago.“ Camilla smiled, living from that memory. The memory seemed to be from someone else’s life, not her own. A life that was light and carefree and the only trouble in the world was which party she was going to go to the next day.

“Oh right!“ There was a sound of enlightenment in his voice. “I d-” there was a rustling and some voices in the line and suddenly Edward seemed to be eager to hang up the phone. „Merry Christmas, Camilla!“ he said and hung up before Camilla had the slightest chance to reply. 

That had been a lovely surprise, but it hadn’t really helped her find out if she was going to see her prince today or not. Charles would surely have told her about a new girlfriend, so it was almost safe to say he’d be here anytime soon. It was a four hour drive from Sandringham to Bolehyde Manor and probably even longer today with that bloody rain. Why on earth did it not come down as snow? It surely was cold enough outside. With her heart feeling at least a little lighter she made herself a hot chocolate with two shots of rum. It would surely warm her up from the inside as well.

An hour later she heard a car rolling over the gritty grounds and her heart made a jump. This had to be Charles! With her plushy slippers on she made her way to the entrance hall and before Charles could ring the bell Camilla opened the door and it only took Charles a second to get to her and fling her in his arms. What a man he was! Camilla didn’t know quite how he did it, but he always knew exactly what to do (well… mostly…).

“Happy Christmas,” Charles whispered and placed a light kiss on Camilla’s nose.

“Happy Christmas, darling,” Camilla breathed back in return, wrapping her arms around him tightly. It felt so incredibly good to have him in her arms, but after a few moments she pulled away. “Come inside! You must be freezing!” With that she ushered him inside the living room. “Do you want to eat something? Or maybe drink? I’m sorry I didn’t bother to lighten the fireplace,” she bubbled, not quite knowing where it suddenly came from. 

Charles chuckled, she was just so adorable. “Darling, relax,” he told her and flashed a smile at her that turned her knees into jelly. Despite the circumstances Camilla found herself to be head over heels in love with the prince again, a thing that still felt unreal. Being with him made her forget the uneasy feeling she’d had the past few days and she didn’t think about tomorrow, which she dreaded.

“Right!” Camilla exhaled loudly, then laughed and flopped down on the sofa, pushing Charles down with her. “Thank you for coming,” she placed a soft kiss in the middle of his perfect mouth and cuddled against him. 

Charles smiled, happy that his appearance apparently made her very happy. “You didn’t seem surprised, though,” he mused and looked at her with a quizzical expression.

“I simply knew you wouldn’t listen to me.” Camilla gave him a soft poke in the ribs. “And Edward told me about your new girlfriend…” With lightheartedness she told him about her call at Sandringham House and how she’d hoped he’d come. It was wonderful to chatter and cuddle and kiss and make up for the missed days. After a while they exchanged Christmas presents - they hadn’t really talked about it, but both of them had something for the other. Camilla received a lovely light blue silk scarf and a pair of whopping diamond earrings that she’d probably never be able to wear, though they were immensely beautiful and she loved them so very much. She’d gotten Charles a new record and a Barbour jacket, so that he’d finally get rid of his old one. The last time he’d worn it he’d been soaking wet because it had so many patches. Her presents felt a bit lousy compared to Charles’, but she knew he loved them and that was the main thing. This Christmas was very far from perfect, but with Charles in her arms and the laughter they shared, this Boxing Day finally felt like Christmas, no matter what tomorrow would bring.

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Prince William As Imagined In ‘The Last Time’

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[m-jelly]

It bloomed in spring - chapter 1

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Pairing: Levi x Reader

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Words: 5.4k

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, royal AU, emperor Levi, falling in love, forbidden love, Kuchel, Levi's father.

Concept of story: You are just a simple maid who keeps her head down, but when Emperor Levi is crowned and begins living at the place you work for you get noticed. You try to keep to the rules and serve your Emperor, however, he seems rather taken by you and slowly pulls you into a brighter world. You are aware that an arranged marriage to a princess is expected of him, so you try your best to not make things romantic with Levi, but you both are falling hard for each other. Levi tries to fight the politicians and stop the engagement at first due to his distaste towards it, but then he pushes harder because he's fallen for you. Unable to hold back, you both start a romantic affair. He spoils you and makes love to you around the palace and on political outings. Emotions run high on many sides, but he finally changes the law and can now marry anyone he wishes. However, the princess who was chosen to marry him is not going to let the change go lightly.

Warnings: Reader is slapped by her boss. Reader is asked to kneel on rice by boss, but Levi saves you.

Chapter 1 plot: Levi finally moves into the palace and you both meet in an unusual way. You take care of Levi's father. You and Levi share a nice moment together. Levi tells you of his dislike for the push for an arranged marriage with a princess. You help Levi sleep.

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A crisp spring air clung to the grass and coated it with a silvery shine. Cobwebs sparkled like diamond necklaces being held up and presented to a lover. Snow was losing its grip on the flowers that fought against it. The cold air danced across the ground towards the large white palace that was nestled by a vast forest, below imposing mountains and gazed upon the stretching ocean.

Paradis was a beautiful powerful country, which had been deprived of a good leader in years. A new age was coming due to the recent crowning of Levi Ackerman. Kuchel Ackerman had a romantic relationship with the cousin of the last Emperor, he was the only living decedent. They lived a happy life far away from the main city and raised their son together, but when Levi reached eight, his father became sick and couldn’t do much, so Levi had to bring in the money. Levi’s father was hunted down, but due to his lung issues and fatigue, he wasn’t well enough to be an Emperor so it was trusted to Levi.

You arose in your bed just as the sun began rising for the day. You sat up with your hair a mess and head foggy from sleep. You released a yawn and began dressing in your maid attire. You pinned your hair up instead of using a bonnet and made sure your apron was on correctly. You sat on your bed and strapped on your boots. A long sigh escaped you, along with the very little happiness you had inside you. You gave yourself a little pep talk before jumping to your feet and getting to work before the other maids and butlers.

You walked to the kitchen and gathered a bucket of water. You lugged it all the way to the palace steps and plopped it down. You retrieved a brush from the cleaning cupboard near the entrance and returned to the steps. You cast out the water from the bucket allowing the stairs to be coated. You huffed at the job you had but knew everything had to be perfect for the Emperor. You scrubbed the steps one by one and ignored the whistles and cat calls from the guards going about their day. You couldn’t help your bosom from bouncing at your actions.

Charles descended the stairs to you at the bottom working your way up. “Good morning to you miss. You’re doing a fine job this morning. You beat me to my commands. I intended to let one of those vile maids do the job.”

A smile graced your lips as you looked at the head butler. “I enjoy being outside. Spring is here now. Almost seems poetic. We, ourselves, have come out of a long frost to welcome hope into our lives. I do hope the Emperor is of a kinder nature than the others.”

Charles checked his pocket watch. “Truth be told, I have heard a murmur that his tongue can be harsh but he means well. He comes from a humble beginning. He was poor like us.”

“I have hope then.”

He chuckled a little as he adjusted his glasses. “I am rather tired of being mistreated.”

You placed your hand on Charles’ upper arm to give him some comfort. “You care for all of us that work here. We’re so grateful to you.”

“I’m glad.” He sighed. “Make sure you get some breakfast, alright? I don’t want one of my best maids getting sick.”

“I will get something once I’ve cleaned the stairs.”

“Thank you.”

You frowned a little. “When does he arrive?”

He looked down the cobblestone road to the palace. “I was informed by a messenger that it would be around midday.”

You nodded as you began to organise what you were going to do in your head. “Very well. I know what I must do for the day.”

“Don’t push yourself.”

You bowed to your boss. “Yes, Charles.”

He let go a long sigh. “I will return to my duties. Do come see me if you need me.”

“I will.”

“Have a pleasant morning.”

You bowed and watched Charles go inside the palace. You continued your job and cleaned the stairs fully. You returned everything to their homes before making your way to the staff dining room. You sat and helped yourself to tea and food. You preferred being alone as most of the staff came and went. You were tired of making friends and losing them quickly from people moving around.

Wendy plopped herself down in front of you, her cute cherub face framed by her bonnet. “You didn’t join me for breakfast.”

You smiled a little. “You’re joining me now.”

She hummed which slowly turned into an angry growl. “Just spend more time with me!”

“Alright.”

She threw her arms out. “Thank you! I mean damn!” She gasped as she lit up at the thought bubbling away in her head. “Have you heard about the Emperor?”

You shrugged a little as you reflected on the very little information you had. “All I know is his father didn’t want to take the post due to his sickness with his lungs, so his son has taken over. With regards to his son, I know he has a harsh tongue but he means well. That’s all.”

She patted the table. “I heard he’s really hot! Plus, his mother is stunning and his father is incredible.”

“You know very well we can’t be romantically involved with the royal family. He’s probably already engaged to a princess somewhere.”

She grinned at you. “Doesn’t mean we can’t stare at him.”

You cleaned up your food and drink. “Keep your head down and just work hard.”

She chased after you. “Just a little look?”

“I suppose that is alright.”

She gasped when the sound of carriage wheels rolled on the pathway up to the palace. “They’re here! Are you going to greet them?”

You shook your head. “No, I have work to do.”

“Suit yourself! I’ll inform you later!”

You waved to your friend and made your way to the main office where the Emperor would work. You let out a long sigh and began dusting first. You climbed up the stairs and started dusting the shelves lined with books. You noticed a little dusty bunny in the corner. You leaned over to get it as someone entered the room. You growled a little and reached further to get it. You wobbled a little and slipped off the ladders.

You screamed when you fell and knew you were going to break something in your body, but you didn’t expect to land in warm arms and be wrapped in a clean lemon scent. You opened your eyes to be greeted with beautiful and dazzling steel blue ones. Your cheeks burned as you stared at the man holding you. You slowly registered the simple crown on top of his raven undercut hair. You gasped a little when you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

Levi felt his heart flutter as he gazed at you. “You weren’t at the greeting. Did I do something to offend you?”

You lowered your head. “Please, put me down your majesty.”

Levi sighed and reluctantly place you on your feet. He watched you gather your cleaning things and continue to work. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You stopped and bowed deeply to him. “I have much work to do. I believed that you would value a clean office over another faceless person greeting you into a home you probably don’t care much for.”

Levi studied your face and smiled a little. “You’re a special thing, aren’t you? You’re right.” He walked over to the shelf and ran his white-gloved finger over the shelf. “Spotless. Your cleaning skills are impressive.”

“Thank you.”

He turned to you and glanced at your chest. He looked away a little to avoid being caught staring at your cleavage. “How are you with medical care or caring for people?”

You blushed. “Well. I have cared for others in the past.”

He hummed and strode over to the door. He opened to reveal Charles. “Charles, is it?”

Charles bowed. “Yes, your majesty.”

“I want this maid to be transferred to my father’s care.”

You blushed. “Wh-what? I couldn’t possibly.”

Levi locked eyes with you. “You refuse?”

You gulped hard. “Ah, I umm…well…”

“What’s your name?”

You welled up as you felt like you were about to lose your job. You bowed and told him your name. “I’ve worked in the palace since I was twelve. It’s been over ten years.”

Levi frowned a little. “Why are you crying?”

You stood up. “I am about to lose my job, am I not?”

“You are not.” He pulled out a hankie and wiped your tears away. “Why would I fire a maid who my butler speaks highly of, cleans my office and makes it look brand new, and has dedicated so much of her life to this palace? I implore you to take care of my father.”

You blushed. “Your majesty.”

Levi offered his gloved hand as he stood there proud in his white uniform. “Just meet him.”

You took Levi’s hand and walked with him to the stairs and descended together making you feel like an Empress. You looked at the hall entrance to see a woman who looked just like Levi. Next to Levi’s mother was Levi’s father. You blushed at the average height man, but his looks were dazzling. He had a scar over his right eyebrow, his eyes a sweet blue, his jaw defined and strong that was lined with a well-kept trimmed beard. His hair was black and past his shoulders and seemed well looked after. He had broad shoulders and muscles. You could tell Levi got his looks from his mother, but his build was from his father.

Levi stopped at the bottom. “Mother, father?” He introduced you. “She will be looking after you, father. They are Kuchel and Sebastian.”

You bowed deeply. “Honour to meet you both.”

Kuchel gasped. “You are a cute thing!”

Sebastian chuckled. “Don’t mind her, she gets excited easily. I’m guessing you’ll be looking after me.”

You stood up and felt the nerves filtering in. “His majesty has requested it, yes, but I have yet to agree.”

Reuben, the man who ran the palace, grabbed your upper arm and dragged you away. “Excuse me while I borrow this maid.”

You felt your heart in your throat as Reuben dragged you to an empty room. Reuben had run this palace with an iron fist. He’d beat anyone who would go against him. He needed order in the palace and right now you were going against his teaching. As soon as he released you from his grip in one of many sitting rooms, you knew you had to beg for forgiveness. You stumbled and dropped to your knees and got ready to beg.

Reuben glared at you with his orange-brown eyes before he backhanded you across the face. “When the Emperor asks you to do something, you say yes.”

You knelt back up and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He grabbed the top of your dress and pulled you close. “You do as he says, no questions asked. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

He sighed. “Better. As punishment, I want you to come to my office every day for a week at 7 pm. You will kneel upon rice and not make a sound. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He opened the door. “Now get a move on, his majesty is waiting and you’ve caused enough trouble as is.” He sighed and led the walk back to the royal family, his smart shoes tapping away on the mirror clean marble floor. He smiled brightly at Levi and his parents. “I am so sorry for the delay.” He bowed deeply. “I was simply having a word with the young maid. She will be looking after his highness.” He looked back at you. “Won’t you?”

You bowed deeply to Sebastian. “Forgive my rudeness earlier. I will be honoured to serve you and assist you.”

Levi held your chin and looked at your face. He stared at the red mark on your cheek. He saw you were avoiding his gaze. He sighed and knew not to press the subject. “Thank you.”

Sebastian’s blue eyes stayed locked onto you as you moved around him. He smiled at how cute you looked and noticed how his son would gaze at you. You had stood out from the rest of the workers. You were this cute shining light. He knew his son didn’t understand the feelings inside him because he’d never fallen in love before, but he made love to a woman before. Sebastian had met a past girlfriend who was smitten with Levi. Once the two learned more about bedroom stuff, she was even more smitten.

Sebastian called your name. “Do you have someone in your life?”

You poured him a cup of tea. “Someone?”

He nodded. “As in a lover.”

You blushed. “I do not, your highness.”

He smiled knowing this was a little victory for his son. “Would you like to find someone?”

“I’m afraid I do not have the time for a lover.” You handed him the cup. “I work too much.” You blushed. “Not that I’m saying you work me hard. I am simply saying that this job is my life.”

“I understand.” He smiled a little as he remembered when he was young and living his life in the palace. “Palace staff work and live here. I was raised in this palace, but I left for love.”

You smiled a little as you thought about how you saw Kuchel and Sebastian look and act with each other. “You and her highness have a beautiful love.”

He chuckled. “I fell for her so quickly. She was working in this bar and I just…” He laughed at how nervous he had been with Kuchel. “I might appear confident and smooth, but I fumbled so much with her. She called me an adorable hunk and we started dating.”

You giggled at the image in your head. “Adorable.” You blushed when Sebastian looked up at you. “S-Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He reached over and took your hand. “Relax a little.”

You yanked your hand away when Levi entered the room. You bowed deeply to him. “Your majesty.”

Levi had noticed the hand-holding and felt something inside him. He walked closer and looked down at his father. “How are you feeling?”

Sebastian smiled brightly. “Perfect. This lovely maid has taken excellent care of me these past few days.”

Levi cast his gaze at you and admired the beautiful colours in them. “Thank you.”

You bowed to Levi as you blushed. “It has been an honour.”

He walked closer when he saw some of your hair slip out from being tied up. He reached over and froze when you flinched. “Are you alright?”

You looked up at him. “Y-Yes, your majesty.”

“I’m just fixing your hair, is that alright?”

You blushed. “M-My mistake.”

He smiled a little as he moved your soft hair. He stepped closer to get a better look meaning he was overwhelmed by your natural scent mixed with a delicious soap smell of honey and milk. He finished putting your hair up for you and pulled back. “There.”

You lightly touched your hair with a soft smile on your face. “Thank you.”

“You don’t wear a bonnet like the others.”

You looked away a little. “That’s because I think I look terrible with it, almost like a baby face.”

He gently caressed your cheek and hummed in thought at how soft you were, how plump and kissable your lips were. “It’s refreshing to see a maid showing her hair.” Levi felt his father’s eyes boring into him. He pulled back from you as he blushed a little. “What are the rest of your duties for today?”

You fiddled with your apron. “Well, it is seven soon and I must go see Sir Reuben.”

“What for?”

You gulped hard. “A meeting. We discuss the day.”

Levi hummed as he studied you, he could you were shaking and the paleness in your cheeks wasn’t right. “Enjoy your meeting.”

You bowed. “Thank you.”

Levi watched you hurry off and felt something sinking in his heart. “You saw that too, didn’t you?”

Sebastian got up and slowly walked over to Levi. “Something isn’t right. I never liked the Reuben when I was here as a kid. He was a snot-nosed brat.”

“I’m concerned.”

“Then do something about it.”

Levi nodded and hurried to the door. “I’ll get mum to look after you.”

Sebastian chuckled. “Alright.”

He walked out of the room and wandered down to where his mother would be. He opened the door and peered in. “Mother? Father needs you.”

Kuchel gasped in delight as she bounced up and down. “Bassy! I have kisses for him.”

Levi groaned. “Alright.” He pulled back and watched his excited mother jump about. “I have an important meeting to go to.”

Kuchel titled her head as she walked with her son. “What’s wrong?” She smiled softly. “Is it your cute maid?”

He opened the door for her. “Yes. I am concerned about mistreatment towards her.”

Kuchel hummed. “You should go to her.” She squealed in delight when Sebastian grabbed her from behind. “Bassy!”

Sebastian growled as he nibbled the crook of her neck. “Come here sugar.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “I’ll leave you two alone.” He closed the door and made his way down to Reuben’s office. He threw the door open to see you on your knees with tears in your eyes and your body shaking. “Tch, what’s going on here?”

Reuben stood up and bowed to you. “Your majesty. I was not expecting you. I’m currently dishing out punishment. Your staff were taught they should respect you and your family. She showed no respect towards you, so I am dishing out punishment so she can remember her role.”

Levi rushed over to you. “Stand.”

You shook your head. “I deserve this.”

He held your upper arm. “Stand, now.”

You welled up and let the tears roll down your cheeks. “I can’t. It hurts.”

Levi picked you up like a bride to see what you’d been kneeling on, rice. He carried you to Reuben’s desk and sat you on it. He pushed your dress up to see rice clinging to your knees. He dusted the rice off to see the damage on your legs and knees. “How long have you been doing this?”

You looked away. “I…”

“You can tell me.”

You shook and started crying. “Forgive me, but I cannot. I fear the punishment.”

Levi cupped the back of your head and pulled it to his chest. “There won’t be any.” He glared at Reuben. “Tell me what you’ve been doing.”

Reuben held his head high. “Due to her refusing you, I talked some sense into her.”

“Sense?”

“I slapped her.” He stared at you. “I told her to come here to my office for a week. Today is the last day. I make her kneel on dried rice from seven all the way until midnight.”

Levi cupped your face and smiled at you. “Close your eyes.” He smiled when you did. “Good girl.” He walked over to Reuben and slammed his fist into his face. He grabbed Reuben’s shirt and yanked him close. “There was only one correct thing you said in your statement. They are my staff, therefore punishment should be conducted by me. Do I make myself clear?”

Reuben nodded. “Yes, your majesty!”

“From now on, she’s with me. If you want her, you go through me.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

Levi yanked Reuben down and slammed his knee into the man’s face. He released Reuben and watched him roll around on the floor. He walked over to you. “I need you to keep your eyes closed, alright?”

You nodded. “Yes, your majesty.”

“I’m going to touch you now, don’t worry.” He lifted you up like a bride and carried you out of the room. “Bear with me for a moment.” He carried you through the halls and down to the kitchen. He sat you down on a counter. “You may open your eyes.”

You opened them to be greeted with Levi’s steel blue ones. You glanced to his strong jawline to see he’d inherited that from his father. You reached out and touched his jaw making him blush. “You have stubble. Are you troubled, your majesty?”

He remembered his sleepless nights since arriving, he had been thinking about so many things with work. He’d not told a soul about what had been going on in his head. “A great burden has been placed upon me. A whole country for me to command.” He pulled away from you and grabbed a cloth. He ran it under cold water. “So many lives that rely on me.” He returned to you and dragged up your dress. He watched your hair stand on end, but the shift of your hips told you no fear but arousal. He glanced up at you to see you nibbling your lip a little. “Could you hold your dress up for me?”

You gripped your dress tightly. “Yes, your majesty.”

He pushed your legs tightly together before lightly wrapping the cold wet cloth around them to cool your legs down. He held it on your legs. “You don’t mind me holding this here, do you?”

You shook your head. “No, your majesty.”

He sighed. “Along with all those lives, I have countless important people telling me what I should and should not be doing. I have others planning who I should be engaged to. I have to marry some rich royal woman I don’t know to make others happy.”

“Such heavy burdens. No wonder you look so tired.” You touched under his right eye. “Perhaps you need a special tea to encourage sleep.”

“Will it be made by you?”

You looked around the empty kitchen and sighed. “It would seem so. There is no one else here but you and I.”

He let a smile slip. “Then I would most welcome a tea made by your lovely hands.”

You inspected your hands. “I fail to see the loveliness within them, your majesty.”

He placed the cloth on the side and took your hands. “Let me show you.” He pointed. “Here, here.” He traced a pattern. “Here.”

You pulled your hands back. “Your majesty.”

He frowned a little at your reaction. “Something wrong?”

You slipped off the side and wobbled a little on your feet. “I shall make you your tea.”

He followed you and stood right behind you. “Have I upset you?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.”

He placed his hand on the counter. “I prefer truth.”

You placed the tea on a tray, along with warm water with soothing herbs. “You are Emperor and I am a maid. The way you touched me would be frowned upon. I do believe in you and what you stand for, therefore I cannot allow things to happen that may lead to misunderstandings.”

“You don’t need to protect me.”

You picked up the tray. “I have worked here for more than ten years, your majesty, I know how people are and the system. I shall escort you to your room.” You left the kitchen and made your way up the stairs. You winced a little at your knees and legs. “Ow.”

Levi caught you as you fell backwards. “You making a habit of falling into my arms?”

You blushed. “No.” You walked up the last steps and moved down the hall to see the stars and moon shining outside. You gripped your tray and blushed when you saw Levi peer around and looked at you.

Levi hummed a little as he processed your actions. He glanced outside at the view. “Do you perhaps like the moon and stars?”

You balanced the tray on your arm and opened his bedroom door. “Indeed. Seasons come and go, along with people but they stay. I know we revolve around the sun and the stars do change, but they always come back. Does that make sense?”

“Perfect. I enjoy how you view the world, but it is also rather sad.”

You walked across the grand room to his bedside table. You placed the tray down and gazed at his massive bed with fresh clean sheets. You looked up at the roof of the bed and the thin white sheets as curtains. “You should drink your tea and rest.” You walked across the room to the closet and opened it to see a room full of clothes. You selected night things for Levi and turned to see him standing in the doorway. “Will these suffice?”

He slipped over to you and touched them. “Yes.”

You moved past him and placed it on the bed for him. “As I said, you should rest.” You approached his fireplace and started a nice fire for him. “The frost is returning tonight, so this will keep you warm.”

Levi pulled his clothes off. “I am grateful.” He watched you tend to his fire. “Maybe I should move you to my care instead of my father’s.”

You stood up and turned to Levi and saw he was only in bottoms. Your eyes travelled over his muscles and scars, along with the prominent V and a treasure trail of black hair going from his belly button and down below the band of his bottoms. You tore your eyes away from him. “I do not think I am qualified enough for that. You are in the care of Charles the head butler, along with Barb the head maid.”

Levi approached you. “You are better than you think you are.”

“We barely know each other, therefore your claim that I am better than I perceive myself to be is false.”

He lightly touched your cheek. “I have observed you this week. You are better than you claim.”

You let out a long sigh and moved to the side of his bed. “You should rest.”

“Tell me if this is asking too much of you, but would you stay with me?”

You gulped hard before bowing your head. “Of course, your majesty.” You pilled back the covers and put his pillow up. “Sit.”

Levi climbed in and watched you tuck him in. “You seem to always go the extra mile.”

You picked up his cup of tea and handed it over. “I go as far as I have been trained to go.”

He sipped the tea and hummed at the mixture of flavours. “Chamomile tea with honey.”

“It should assist you with your sleeping issues.”

He watched you check the warm water with herbs. “I appreciate it. What is that?”

“It is warm water with soothing herbs and plants in, such as lavender. You inhale the steam and it relaxes you. I brought it as insurance.”

He hummed and sipped more. “Please, take a seat.”

You bowed and collected a chair. “I appreciate it.” You sat down and placed your hands in your lap and avoided Levi’s seeking gaze. “Thank you, your majesty.”

“So, you said you had been in this job since you were twelve.”

You nodded shyly at Levi remembering something so trivial. “Correct.”

He played with his teacup a little as he tossed questions around in his head. “Why here? Surely there is a better job position for you.”

You shook your head. “The city is cruel. For young ladies, there is not much you can do. I was lucky that Charles knew my family. Once I reached twelve and money was an issue, he suggested I work for the palace. So, I assisted him here. I did the basics and the Emperor never asked for much. He died a few years after I joined and the palace was rather empty. It became rather cold here. Most people departed because often staff enjoy having a master.”

“Why didn’t you leave?”

You shrugged as you reflected on your life. “Perhaps I felt some loyalty to Charles as he did create a position for me here, or it is quite possible that I am rather taken with this place.”

Levi finished his drink. “What is it about this place you like?”

You smiled a little as memories of seasons coming and going passed through your mind. “This palace is located in the perfect spot. In winter we gain snow due to the mountains. Spring we as covered in a crisp frost. In summer the flowers have spread from the forest and bloomed so brightly and the sun does kiss the ocean so perfectly. In autumn the leaves turn red and orange and flutter delicately in the breeze.”

Levi could imagine it all with the added sparkle in your eyes as you recalled all those moments. “It sounds divine.”

“It is.” You smiled at Levi. “I do believe you will be rather happy here with your parents. There are also many places to explore. If you go through the forest, you’ll come across a waterfall that I do believe has a small cave. You can walk along the mountain paths and see the goats that play up there. If you are not one for forests or mountains, there is the pleasant walk to the seashore where you have your own beach, dock and ships. The city itself is a delight too.”

“Would you give me a tour?”

You blushed a little. “If no other can take you.”

Levi hummed a little at your words. “You’re avoiding me.”

You took his teacup and replaced it with the bowl of water. “It would not be wise of me to become too familiar with you.”

“Are the rules and laws that bad?”

You sighed. “You said before the pressures that are placed upon you. You are already being asked to find a bride.”

He studied you, really studied you and felt comfort in your presence that he’d never felt with anyone else before, but also a small desire that he knew would build in time. “What if I change that law?”

“I’m sure then you’ll be able to marry for love, along with anyone that comes after you.” You giggled for a moment making Levi blush at the sweet sound. “I have always found it a little amusing how royals all marry each other. Surely there will be relatives marrying each other?”

He tore his gaze from you to control his heart. “Tch, disgusting. You’re right though. Some foreign countries have married distant cousins. It’s fucking horrifying.” He blushed and looked over at you. “Sorry for my language.”

You laughed. “Don’t be sorry. You are correct.” You looked around for anyone, but you knew it was only you and Levi. You leaned closer to him. “It’s fucking nasty.”

He smiled. “I like this honest you.”

You sat back. “That was the commoner within me. Now, inhale the steam before the water creates no more.”

He nodded and inhaled what came from the water. “Mm.” He smiled softly as felt his body relax. Images of you flooded his mind and he knew he would be able to sleep well. “Perfect. Thank you.”

You removed the bowl from him and placed it on the tray. “Let me help you.” You stood up and leaned over Levi allowing you to intake his clean soap and lemon scent. You lay his pillows down and pulled back. “Lie back, your majesty.”

Levi lay back on the bed. “I may be asking too much, but could you stay with me?”

“Nightmares?”

He nodded. “Often.”

“I shall stay by your side until I believe you are safe.”

He sighed and felt his whole body relax. “Thank you.” He closed his eyes and drifted off for a while. He awoke a while later to see you were sleeping in your chair. He slipped from his bed and moved you to his sofa by the fire. He covered you with a blanket and placed a pillow below your head. “Sleep well.” He returned to his bed and drifted back to sleep.

As the hours went by, you finally woke up for the day. You blushed at your state knowing the Emperor once again had carried you. You folded up the blanket and place the pillow to the side. You collected Levi’s tray and went about your day as nothing had happened.

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[katefiction]

𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

{+18}

Hello everyone! A new smut written by the ex-@cambridgepride. Translated by Google Translate, corrections by myself. Original Portuguese version is at the bottom!

POV WILLIAM

2022 It was Wednesday and I went to take George to football, it's one of my favorite moments with him. George is my dream come true, the sweetest boy I've ever met. George has a natural talent for football, I dare say he is the best full-back at the school, if Catherine and my father hadn't held me down I would have already put him in the base of Aston Villa.

I was in the stands watching the game intently, cheering and screaming like crazy while some parents just sat there, staring at their cell phone screens.

Life is busy, I know I have millions of things to do but if I can't take two hours a week out of my day to have those moments alone with George I wouldn't feel well. I just want to be a normal father to my children, being a father of 3 is a gift and I never, under any circumstances, want to neglect that.

The game ended, I greeted some parents with their children and walked to the locker room to find George who was already waiting for me.

─ Congratulations, my champion! What a game! ─ George jumped into my lap for a hug. ─ Thank you, Dad! I heard you screaming. ─ We laughed together, and I put George on the ground and we went towards his coach. We talked for a brief moment and then we went to the car, it was late afternoon.

The drive home was pretty smooth, George was in the backseat and we were talking excitedly about the match while the radio was playing softly. Suddenly George seems to remember something and pauses rather dramatically.

─ Dad, do you know Thomas? ─ Thomas your friend from school? ─ I look at George through the rearview mirror.

Yes, he himself… ─ What about Thomas?

─ So dad, Thomas told us that his dad moved to another house because he couldn't be in love with his mom anymore. Jacob said that his older brother always says you can't stay in love for a long time, I had to disagree with him, dad. ─ George was saying all this so matter-of-factly while I was stunned with my hands on the steering wheel.

─ Why did you disagree with him, George? ─ Because you've been in love with mom since before I was born, not to mention the fact that you two had three children, mom always says that we are the fruit of love. Three fruits of love must mean something, right?

─ Yes, you are right. ' I said, trying to hide my laughter. ─ And what else did you tell Thomas? What about Jacob?

I was so shocked to hear George talking about Catherine and me that I was speechless, I couldn't process what I was supposed to ask George.

─ So, Thomas said he doesn't understand much about this thing about being in love but his mother assured that they will all be good friends, now he has two rooms and he even invited us to go to his father's new house. Oh, and Jacob said his brother has had three girlfriends, he says he has experience. I told Jacob that you have experience too, even if you only have mom, quality is better than quantity, right? I've heard a lot of people saying that. ─ At that moment I laughed so loud, I just couldn't stop laughing, while George stood with his arms crossed looking in my direction.

─ Father! Why are you laughing? ─ Sorry George, Dad isn't laughing at you, I'm laughing at your comment… ─ I said, fighting the urge to continue laughing. ─ Ah son, quality is really much better than quantity. Well… I already had other girlfriends before I met your mother…

─ Other girlfriends? "George cut me off." ─ Why? ─ Because dating is good, when you're old enough you'll understand. ─ I looked at him through the mirror and he was looking at me confused. ─ But then I met your mother, the only woman who truly captured my heart. When you're old enough, I'll explain everything you need to know about girls. I already know you treat them well, so right now I think that's all you need to know.

─ But how did you know that Mom had won your heart? ─ Ah son… ─ This question surprised me a little. ─ Your mother was different. With her everything was different. ─ Different?

─ When I met your mother I felt something different and special that I had never felt for any other girl before. I learned many things from her. Son… Love is important. Having someone who takes care of your feelings, as well as taking care of the feelings of the person next to you, and that even if love is intense, it alone is not enough. It is always necessary to cultivate this love with respect and trust, and never be afraid to show it. You got it?

George stared at me in silence. I looked at him through the mirror, when our eyes met he smiled but I couldn't decipher if in fact he understood what I meant. I wasn't sure why he was asking me all this, maybe his friend's parents' divorce made him feel insecure and he wanted to make sure it wouldn't happen to us. So concluded as we were entering the gates of home.

─ I love your mother and you are right George, I am in love with her. I love our 'love fruits'. ─ I imitated Catherine at the moment of speaking the last words and heard one of my favorite sounds, her laughter. ─ I will always love.

At that moment I had already parked the car in the garage and when I turned it off, I heard George saying already getting out of the car. ─ Okay, when I grow up I want to be like you but not so cheesy.

I couldn't help but smile as I couldn't answer because he was already running into the house. Walking slowly into the house, as I thought about that little conversation I had with George, I was jolted out of my reverie by shouts of 'Daddy' and a small hurricane rushing towards me. Louis threw himself into my arms.

─ Louis, why are you already in your pajamas? ─ That was the outfit I chose. ─ He said shrugging his shoulders. ─ Where is mom? ─ Making dinner.

I went towards the kitchen with Louis in my lap, entering that room Louis already wanted to go down to sit next to his sister. I stopped at the door for a moment to enjoy the beautiful view.

The workbench was full of papers and crayons, Louis was neatly painting a coloring book, while at his side was my beautiful little girl with her arms resting on the workbench watching a princess movie on the iPad. Next to Louis was a beautiful landscape sheet that could only have been done by Catherine. As I stretched my gaze to the other side of the kitchen I witnessed my oldest boy talking animatedly with her… Catherine, my beautiful wife. Hair tied in a ponytail, a blue flowered dress, covered by a red apron. She stirred the pot as she smiled at George.

─ We won 3-1, and dad wouldn't stop screaming from the stands. ─ Scream? I can't believe your father made a scene. ─ I didn't make a fuss! ─ He said as he kissed the top of Charlotte's head and walked towards my wife. ─ I was just hoping! ─ Daddy, I could only hear you! I'm not complaining but it was funny, there were several people who looked shocked by his excitement, including mr. Parker.

─ Oh my God! ─ Catherine and George burst out laughing. I approached Catherine and placed a kiss on her forehead. ─ I can't help it if I'm a proud and participatory parent. Is dinner almost ready yet? I'm starving. ─ I'm hungry too. ─ George said washing his hands. ─ Yes, dinner is coming out. ─ Catherine said as she pointed to the cupboard, motioning for me to set the table.

Our dinner was peaceful, full of laughter and conversation. My family is the only refuge capable of keeping me safe and at peace.

It was late and the kids were already sleeping, he had just gotten out of the shower and was finally lying down waiting for Catherine.

I started thinking back to the conversation with George, I was still shocked by how certain he was about me being 'in love' with Catherine, the fact that he uses that term is funny as I'm not sure he knows what it is but he was right. I found Catherine in this chaotic world, I didn't lie when I told George that I saw something different and special in Catherine but that's not all, I'm not able to express in words what I feel and felt for her. I saw her and I saw infinite possibilities, I was always so incredulous that this kind of affection would be possible to exist, in small details I noticed in her the tenderness, the pure care, the natural presence. Catherine sees me, I am fragile and vulnerable next to her and she has me in so many ways. My God, I'm delivered to this woman. What happened? I've never been out of control with what I feel! Being a controller might explain it… Always keeping everything in order is my strength. And she takes all that away from me? Still want to surrender? How can I feel this good with her?

─ William! ─ I heard Catherine calling me and making me completely forget what she was thinking.

─ Why did you call me by her name? ─ Because it's your name. ─ She said smiling and sitting on the bed. ─ For you my name is love. I looked serious, pretending to be completely offended by her answer.

─ All right, love. ─ She placed a small kiss on my lips and quickly pulled away. ─ What were you thinking? ─ Ah, n-nothing. ─ I shifted on the bed as she started stroking my neck with one hand. ─ What do you mean nothing? ─ I looked at her and saw that she had a body hydrant in her other hand. So I decided to change the subject.

─ Did you come to pass this on me? ─ she said, pointing to the moisturizer. ─ Yes, take off your T-shirt. ─ Wait… Is this going to end in sex? ─ I put my hands on her hips. ─ No, this is just moisturizing, it's not an invitation to have sex. Take that shirt off! ─ I took off my shirt, rolled it up and placed it on the floor beside the headboard, while she climbed into bed.

Already sitting on the bed, Catherine knelt behind me and with soft touches slid her fingers and hands delicately running moisturizer from the neck to the lumbar region.

─ AHHH! Catherine jumped in fright. ─ What happened? Did I hurt you? ─ She said placing both hands on my neck and leaning down to look into my face. ─ No! I have a gossip! ─ I received an indignant look from Catherine.

─ My God, you gossip, it almost killed me from the heart! Who were you gossiping with? Who is it about? Why didn't you tell me before? ─ The glint in her eyes dawning. Catherine loved to gossip with me, sometimes we would stay up late into the night making small talk. God, I loved her so much.

─ I was waiting for you to go to bed to tell you. George told me. ─ George? Our son? ─ Yes, he is a gossip just like you. ─ I got a mischievous look from her.

─ What did he tell you? ─ She continued to rub cream on my back and give me a kind of massage, but much more carelessly than at the beginning because now she was very attentive to what I was telling her. "So Thomas said…" Catherine cut me off.

─ The Thomas Hudson? ─ I looked back, a little impatient that she had cut me off but laughed at her animation. ─ Yes, himself. My God, you don't even know what it is and you have that little smile on your face. ─ I felt a grip on my back, but I continued. ─ Thomas told George that his parents split up.

─ LIE! ─ I felt a strong slap on the back. ─ AIII! FUCK KATE, YOUR SLAPS HURT! ─ I felt her placing kisses on my back and then the weight of her body coming under me. She sat on my lap and wrapped her hands around my neck.

─ I don't believe it! Mr. and Mrs. Hudson broke up? It's not possible. ─ Well, believe me, girl! Thomas said that his father is already living in another house and even has a room for him, George said that he called the boys to go there and meet. ─ Catherine started laughing in my lap and I looked at her confused.

─ Why are you laughing? The matter is serious. ─ 'Believe me, girl!' ─ She repeated imitating me. ─ I have a very gossipy husband. ─ Catherine suddenly looked more worried. ─ But seriously, Mr. Gossip, I can't believe this, how is Thomas reacting? What else did he tell George? Our love… What does George think about this? We never spoke of divorce to him. Did Thomas say that word? ─ She was going to slap me on the shoulders but I was faster and grabbed her hand.

─ George started the subject by saying that Thomas told him that his father had moved to another house because he could no longer be in love with his mother. ─ Ruth probably talked to him.

─ Yes, probably. ─ I said and placed a kiss on her cheek. ─ The best part of the gossip I haven't told you yet. ─ Then speak. ─ She said rolling on my lap.

I took a deep breath.

─ The conversation was between George, Thomas and Jacob. Thomas said that the father is no longer in love with the mother, Jacob brought 'Arthur's wisdom' and said that you can't be in love for a long time with the same person. Catherine raised an eyebrow. ─ And George completely disagreed with that statement.

─ Did you disagree? Good God, what did that boy say? ─ Catherine was agitated. And I was loving this moment.

─ He said that I have experience because I've been in love with you since before he was born, and that we have 'fruits of love', three to be more specific. God, Kate! Look at the things your son says! Jacob said that his brother has more experience but George countered by saying that quality is better than quantity! He is so genius. ─ We both laughed, Catherine caressed my face.

─ Our son knows that we love each other. ─ Yes, he knows… And he asked how I knew it was you.

─ How so? He's only 9, it's still too early for him to think about that. ─ Catherine looked quite concerned.

─ No love, that's not it. Our son is quite innocent. I think he was just worried, afraid that the same thing that happened to you would happen to us. and Mrs. Hudson. I talked to him. Do not worry about it. ─ I love that he trusts you to talk about this.

─ I love going out with George, next week I want to see if I can take Louis with us. The game will be at 3 pm. ─ Oh no! George will melt with embarrassment having two crazies screaming at him in the stands. ─ Our laughter invaded the room.

Catherine didn't even notice that during our entire conversation she was wiggling around in my lap and stroking my neck, making me practically hard in my pajama bottoms. With her still in my lap I leaned against the headboard and our eyes met.

─ You are so beautiful. ─ I whispered.

You just want to get laid. ─ I always want to have sex with you, because I adore you and I always want to have you in the most complete and most dedicated form there is. But that's not the only reason I called you beautiful. You're always beautiful, even when you're all disheveled giving Louis a bath. She was beautiful in college when she spent sleepless nights studying. Huge dark circles… Ah, I thought she was the most beautiful in the world. I think you are the most beautiful in the world!

─ You always make me melt with love for you. ─ Then melt under me… Shall we make love?

No more words were needed, their tongues danced in an intense kiss, the two wanted each other. Catherine turns her head back when she feels William's mouth sliding down her neck and going to her shoulder, covering her skin with kisses and caresses, sliding the thin straps of her pajamas down.

His hands roam her thighs and climb beneath the fabric, traversing every curve of her slender body and feeling her smooth, fragrant skin burning with desire. She proceeds to kiss his face, down his neck, reaching his collarbone, one of his weakest points. She tries a bite there and makes him take a deep breath, letting out a small moan.

William doesn't resist and takes his hands to her small breasts, his fingers feeling the erect nipples marking the thin pajama top and provoking an already visible reaction in his pants. He gets rid of that piece of fabric, preventing him from feeling her. When Catherine kissed him again, he cupped her breasts in his hands, caressing her nipples, feeling them harden under his fingers. She moans, leaving her lips parted and shifting her hips in his lap, feeling him against her thigh.

Her glances roam each other's bodies. Her fingers touch William's defined chest, even as short nails scratch their way to the back of his neck, making them both sigh together. With the tips of his fingers, the prince glides over Catherine's features, touching her nose, the cheekbones that jump when she smiles wide, down to the soft lips he loves so much to kiss. Unable to stand that small distance any longer, he intertwines his fingers through her long, voluminous hair, pulling her into a devastating kiss.

They press their lips against each other and bodies at the same time. Tongues envelop your desires. William runs his hands down Catherine's back, making her gasp and moan against her mouth. He always found her way of giving herself beautiful, the way her whole body trembles under his touches, how he can feel her skin crawl.

Without hesitation, the prince slides his fingers inside his princess's pajama bottoms, lightly scratching her firm buttocks and returning to her back. Catherine feels her pleasure ache, pressing her mouth even closer to William's and her fingers on the back of his neck, biting his lips hard. William steadies her with his hands behind her back and lays her down on the bed, getting on top of her. He stops for a moment with kisses and caresses just to admire her.

─ You are so beautiful, love. ─ He smiles. ─ I can't stop saying that. ─ He takes her hands and kisses each one of her fingers.

Catherine holds her husband's face, looking at him fixedly, as if wanting to keep each of those traits, each small detail in new memories. In a discreet movement of the lips, a subtle smile adorns her face. A small smile, but full of meanings. A smile William loves and can't resist. He looks down at Catherine's mouth and kisses her one more time, tasting those soft lips he adores.

The prince makes a trail of wet kisses down her chin, reaching her neck and letting himself be intoxicated by her scent. Once again, she moves her head back, leaving her lap free. William descends, distributing kisses and hickeys, descending further, traversing the small valley between her breasts. Catherine tugs at the back of William's neck and looks at him in mute pleading. He knows what she wants, he knows what she can't resist, but he decides to play, going up a little, running his tongue over her shoulders and leaving hickeys in spots that make her shudder, marking her in places only he would see.

─ Oh, my love! ─ Catherine moans when she feels his lips taking her breasts. She grips his back, moving her body against his. He sucks, licks and nibbles on the already erect and sensitive nipples. The brunette pulls the nape of his neck harder, making him stop with those delicious caresses or she would give in before he touches her sex.

Seeing Catherine already breathing heavily and her cheeks flushed, William smiles. He seeks her lips for a slow, snuggling, calming kiss as her hands soon free themselves from his pants. He helps down her fabric and soon leaves her in only her panties. William presses his hips against Catherine's body and she sighs, looking at him, asking for him.

The long fingers of the Prince of Wales run along the side of his beloved's body, shivering and making her almost lose consciousness with the sensations of that caress on her skin. Tenderly, he slides down her panties, dragging the fabric down to her feet. In a moment of rapture, William runs his eyes over her all over, admiring the woman he has there, so close, so close to him. He would never tire of looking at her, so womanly in her natural beauty. But her mouth thirsts for that skin. He then takes hold of her right leg and starts kissing the small, delicate foot, down her calf, to her knee and slowly down her thigh. As soon as he finds the crotch, he passes it with an affectionate breath, teasing it and moving to the left leg, kissing it along its length as well. Catherine stirs, eager for him, already knowing herself to be wet with desire.

─ William … Wales … ─ He smiles as he faces her, loving her name spoken in that tone of lust and pleasure.

William positions himself between her legs, kissing her sex, sucking her clitoris, making her bend her body and close her eyes, trying to find strength to resist and prolong her pleasure, biting her lower lip so as not to moan so much. high. The sounds that come out of her throat make William give up teasing Catherine, what he really wants is to quench his desire to have himself inside her. Upon realizing her husband's movements, she soon got rid of his boxers, leaving his penis free, playing with it in her agile and skillful hands.

─ Ahh Catherine… ─ It's his turn to pant. Catherine's caresses almost send him to heaven. He crawls over her and fits, looking into her eyes. She guides him between her legs. Her eyes say so much, talk so much and lips meet hungry, thirsty. Her tongue slides through his lips to then suck every bit of his man's lips. Her faces move past each other, noses touching fondly.

The Princess of Wales lets go of his hands and loses herself in her prince's blue eyes, finding there the same adoration as when they first surrendered to each other. The two stare at each other as he slowly slides inside her, letting her feel every inch of his cock, a contact that plunges them so deeply into each other that not even fear can reach them. The lips seek and meet again, they delight in each other's taste as intense as they can, while their bodies rock in a slow and strong rhythm. Every time William enters her, Catherine moans between kisses. The two are ecstatic, dizzy with pleasure, marked by love. Skin on skin. Hard to hold back the ecstasy with so much desire for each other.

The desire is so much that the two stop the kiss and just stare at each other, their faces very close, mixing their breaths. Their bodies guided by pure instinct, moving faster and faster, seeking maximum pleasure, allowing themselves to be guided by desire. Catherine presses William against her and slides her legs over his body until they land both on her waist, allowing him to go even deeper inside her. Her nails scratch his shoulders and back. William moans a little more breathlessly than her, almost reaching orgasm. She smiles to see him take so much pleasure in satisfying himself with her.

─ Will… Let me see you… ─ Catherine asks and he opens his eyes, staring at her.

Catherine wants to sink even deeper into that blue as her bodies surrender to the magical pleasure of orgasm, squeezing him into her intimacy and feeling him squeezing her back, the way she loves it. Although small compared to his size, she was never frail. She scrambles her fingers around the back of his neck, squeezing him. The breaths mingle even more breathlessly as their bodies collide and surrender, prolonging the pleasure of having each other. The two kiss trying to appease their tremors and spasms. William turns over in bed and takes Catherine's body on top of his, squeezing her against him, wanting to make sure that what just happened was really real, that she was really in his arms.

As if guessing his thoughts, the princess settles on top and kisses him slowly, telling him of her passion as their tongues seek and meet. William let his fingers run through his long brown hair, pulling out the messy strands that stuck to his sweaty face.

─ I love you, Catherine. ─ He says with a full smile.

She looks at him, runs her fingers over his face, tracing his lips. The man she loves is without his bed, in his house, in his life. William exists and that makes her smile. The fact that he is there inspires her to want to live each day with more commitment to the duties that await her, makes her want to take small and big trips, to discover other reasons that make her smile so beautiful and sincere.

─ I love you, my love. ─ I will always be in love with you. ─ He pulls her even tighter against his body and sighs when she lays her head on his broad chest. William kisses her hair, paying attention to her every tiny reaction, she just wraps her arms better around him and closes her eyes.

─ That's all I needed… You. ─ Catherine declares herself and the prince distributes scents through her hair. ─ Me? - A smile dances on his face. ─ Yes, William, you! ─ Catherine lifts her face and climbs her body a little, moving closer. ─ I love being inside your embrace, I love it when you tell me about your moments with our children, I love it when you give yourself to me… ─ Love… ─ Shh… ─ She puts a finger to his lips and earns a kiss. ─ Life is so good with you.

The prince smiles and gets emotional when he hears her. Without words that can convey to Catherine the size of her love, he carefully wraps her in his arms and kisses her until they both lose their breath.

─ Life is so good with you. ─ He repeats the statement she had made to him.

Catherine lays down again on his chest, seeking the beat of that heart. The two are silent, enjoying each other's presence. Slowly, their fingers come together and intertwine. Indeed, life is really good when you have someone to love.

I hope you enjoyed :) I don't have a tumblr dedicated to Will and Kate anymore but I'm always on twitter @athleticofwales and I post my stories on Wattpad. With love, Lele

Original version

POV WILLIAM

2022

Era quarta-feira e eu fui levar George para o futebol, é um dos meus momentos favoritos com ele. George é o meu sonho realizado, o menino mais doce que já conheci. George tem um talento natural para o futebol, arrisco a dizer que é o melhor lateral da escola, se Catherine e o meu pai não me segurassem eu já tinha colocado ele na base do Aston Villa.

Estava na arquibancada acompanhando atentamente o jogo, torcendo e gritando como um louco enquanto alguns pais ficavam apenas lá sentados, olhando para a tela do celular.

A vida é corrida, sei que tenho milhões de coisas para fazer mas se eu não conseguir tirar duas horas por semana do meu dia para para ter esses momentos só com George eu não me sentiria bem. Eu só quero ser um pai normal para os meus filhos, ser pai de 3 é uma dádiva e eu jamais em hipótese alguma, quero negligenciar isso.

O jogo acabou, cumprimentei alguns pais com seus filhos e caminhei até o vestiário para encontrar George que já estava a minha espera.

─ Parabéns, meu campeão! Que jogão! ─ George pulou no meu colo para um abraço. ─ Obrigado, papai! Eu ouvi você gritando. ─ Rimos juntos, e coloquei George no chão e fomos em direção ao seu treinador. Conversamos por um breve momento e depois fomos para o carro, já era fim de tarde.

O caminho para casa era bem tranquilo, George estava no banco de trás e nós estávamos falando animadamente sobre a partida enquanto no rádio tocava uma música baixinho. De repente George parece se lembrar de algo e faz uma pausa um tanto dramática.

─ Papai, sabe o Thomas? ─ O Thomas seu amigo da escola? ─ Olho para George através do espelho retrovisor. ─ Sim, ele mesmo... ─ O que tem o Thomas?

─ Então pai, Thomas nos disse que o pai dele foi morar em outra casa porque não conseguia mais ser apaixonado pela mãe dele. O Jacob falou que o irmão mais velho dele, sempre diz que não da pra ficar apaixonado por muito tempo, eu tive que discordar dele, pai. ─ George dizia tudo isso com tanta naturalidade enquanto eu estava atônito com as mãos no volante.

─ Por que você discordou dele, George? ─ Porque você é apaixonado pela mamãe desde antes de eu nascer, sem contar que vocês dois fizeram três filhos, a mamãe sempre fala que nós somos frutos de amor. Três frutos de amor deve significar alguma coisa, não é?

─ Sim, você tem razão. ─ Soltei tentando esconder o riso. ─ E o que mais vocês falaram ao Thomas? E o Jacob?

Estava tão chocado de ouvir George falando sobre Catherine e eu que fiquei sem palavras, não conseguia processar o que devia perguntar a George.

─ Então, Thomas disse que não entende muito sobre esse lance de ser apaixonado mas a mãe dele garantiu que serão todos bons amigos, agora ele tem dois quartos e até chamou a gente pra ir na nova casa do pai dele. Ah, e Jacob disse que o irmão dele já teve três namoradas, ele diz que tem experiência. Eu falei a Jacob que você tem experiência também, mesmo você tendo só a mamãe, qualidade é melhor que quantidade né? Eu já ouvi muita gente dizendo isso. ─ Nesse momento eu gargalhei tão alto, simplesmente não conseguia parar de rir, enquanto George ficou parado de braços cruzados olhando em minha direção.

─ Pai! Porque você tá rindo? ─ Desculpa George, papai não está rindo de você, estou rindo do seu comentário... ─ Disse lutando contra a vontade de continuar rindo. ─ Ah filho, qualidade é realmente muito melhor que quantidade. Bem... Eu já tive outras namoradas antes de conhecer a sua mãe...

─ Outras namoradas? ─ George me cortou. ─ Por quê? ─ Porque é bom namorar, quando você tiver idade para isso você vai entender. ─ O olhei através do espelho e ele estava me olhando confuso. ─ Mas aí eu conheci sua mãe, a única mulher que realmente conquistou meu coração. Quando você tiver idade, eu vou te explicar tudo que você precisa saber sobre garotas. Eu já sei que você as trata bem, então no momento acho que isso é tudo que você precisa saber.

─ Mas como você soube que a mamãe conquistou seu coração? ─ Ah filho... ─ Essa pergunta me deixou um tanto surpreso. ─ Sua mãe era diferente. Com ela tudo foi diferente. ─ Diferente?

─ Quando eu conheci sua mãe eu senti algo diferente e especial que eu nunca tinha sentido por nenhuma outra garota antes. Com ela eu aprendi diversas coisas. Filho... O amor é importante. Ter alguém que cuide dos seus sentimentos, assim como cuidar dos sentimentos da pessoa ao seu lado, e que mesmo que o amor seja intenso, somente ele não basta. É sempre necessário cultivar esse amor com respeito e confiança, e nunca ter medo de demonstrar. Você entendeu?

George me olhava fixamente, em silêncio. Eu o olhava através do espelho, quando nossos olhos se encontraram ele sorriu mas não consegui decifrar se de fato ele tinha entendido o que eu queria dizer. Não entendia ao certo o motivo dele estar me perguntando tudo isso, talvez o divórcio dos pais do seu amigo tenham deixado ele inseguro e ele queria ter certeza que não iria acontecer com a gente. Então conclui já que estávamos entrando nos portões de casa.

─ Eu amo a sua mãe e você tem razão George, eu sou apaixonado por ela. Amo nossos 'frutos de amor'. ─ Imitei Catherine no momento de falar as últimas palavras e escutei um dos meus sons favoritos, sua risada. ─ Sempre vou amar.

Nesse momento já havia estacionado o carro na garagem e quando o desliguei, ouvi George dizendo já descendo do carro. ─ Certo, quando eu crescer quero ser como você mas não tão brega.

Não consegui deixar de sorrir já que não pude responder porque ele já estava correndo para dentro de casa. Caminhando lentamente para dentro de casa, enquanto pensava sobre essa pequena conversa que tive com George, fui tirado dos meus devaneios por gritos de 'papai' e um pequeno furacão correndo em minha direção. Louis se atirou em meus braços.

─ Louis, porque você já está de pijama? ─ Essa foi a roupa que eu escolhi. ─ Disse ele encolhendo os ombros. ─ Cadê a mamãe? ─ Fazendo o jantar.

Fui em direção a cozinha com Louis em meu colo, entrando nesse cômodo Louis já quis descer para se sentar ao lado da sua irmã. Parei na porta por um instante para apreciar a linda vista.

A bancada estava repleta de papéis e lápis de cor, Louis estava pintando caprichosamente um livro de colorir, enquanto ao seu lado estava a minha linda garotinha com os braços apoiados na bancada assistindo algum filme de princesas no iPad. Ao lado de Louis havia uma folha com linda paisagem que só poderia ter sido feito por Catherine. Ao esticar o meu olhar para o outro lado da cozinha presenciei meu garoto mais velho conversando animadamente com ela... Catherine, minha bela esposa. O cabelo preso num rabo de cavalo, um vestido azul florido, coberto por um avental vermelho. Ela mexia a panela enquanto sorria para George.

─ A gente ganhou de 3x1, e o papai não parava de gritar lá da arquibancada. ─ Gritar? Não acredito que o seu pai fez escândalo. ─ Eu não fiz escândalo! ─ Disse enquanto beijava o topo da cabeça de Charlotte e ia em direção a minha esposa. ─ Eu só estava torcendo! ─ Papai, só dava pra ouvir você! Não estou reclamando mas foi engraçado, tinha várias pessoas que pareciam chocadas com a sua animação, inclusive o sr. Parker.

─ Oh meu Deus! ─ Catherine e George caíram na risada. Me aproximei de Catherine e depositei um beijo em sua testa. ─ Não posso fazer nada se sou um pai orgulhoso e participativo. O jantar já está quase pronto? Estou morrendo de fome. ─ Eu também estou com fome. ─ Disse George lavando as mãos. ─ Sim, o jantar está saindo. ─ Catherine disse enquanto apontava para o armário, fazendo sinal para que eu arrumasse a mesa.

Nosso jantar foi tranquilo, cheio de risadas e conversas. Minha família é o único refúgio capaz de me manter seguro e em paz.

                                                 ⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑

Já era tarde e as crianças já estavam dormindo, tinha acabado de sair do banho e estava finalmente deitado esperando por Catherine.

Comecei a pensar novamente na conversa com George, eu ainda estava chocado com a certeza que ele tinha sobre eu ser 'apaixonado' por Catherine, o fato dele usar esse termo é engraçado pois não tenho certeza se ele sabe o que é isso, mas ele tinha razão. Encontrei Catherine nesse mundo caótico, eu não menti quando disse a George que vi algo diferente e especial em Catherine mas não é só isso, não sou capaz de expressar em palavras o que sinto e senti por ela. Eu a vi e enxerguei infinitas possibilidades, eu sempre me fiz tão descrente de que esse tipo de afeto seria possível de existir, em pequenos detalhes percebi nela a ternura, o cuidado puro, a presença natural. Catherine me vê, sou frágil e vulnerável ao lado dela e ela me tem de tanto jeitos. Meu Deus, eu estou entregue a essa mulher. O que aconteceu? Nunca fui descontrolado com o que sinto! Ser controlador talvez explique... Sempre mantendo tudo em ordem, é o meu forte. E ela me tira tudo isso? Mesmo assim quero me entregar? Como posso me sentir tão bem assim com ela?

─ William! ─ Ouvi Catherine me chamando e me fazendo esquecer completamente o que estava pensando.

─ Por que você me chamou pelo nome? ─ Porque é seu nome. ─ Disse ela sorrindo e sentando na cama. ─ Pra você meu nome é amor. ─ Olhei sério, fingindo estar completamente ofendido pela resposta dela.

─ Tá bom, amor. ─ Ela depositou um beijinho em meus lábios e separou rapidamente. ─ O que você estava pensando? ─ Ah, n-nada. ─ Me remexi na cama pois ela começou a acariciar meu pescoço com uma mão. ─ Como assim nada? ─ Olhei pra ela e vi que ela estava com um hidrante corporal em outra mão. Então resolvi mudar de assunto.

─ Você veio passar isso em mim? ─ Disse apontando para o hidratante. ─ Sim, tira a camiseta. ─ Espera... Isso vai terminar em sexo? ─ Coloquei minhas mãos no quadril dela. ─ Não, isso é só hidratante, não é um convite pra transar. Tira logo essa camisa! ─ Tirei a camisa, enrolei e coloquei no chão ao lado da cabeceira, enquanto ela subia na cama.

Já sentado na cama, Catherine se ajoelhou atrás de mim e com toques suaves deslizava seus dedos e mãos delicadamente passando hidratante desde o pescoço até a região lombar.

─ AHHH! ─ Catherine deu um pulo assustada. ─ O que foi? Te machuquei? ─ Disse ela colocando as duas mãos no meu pescoço e se inclinando para olhar no meu rosto. ─ Não! Eu tenho uma fofoca! ─ Recebi um olhar indignado de Catherine.

─ Meu Deus, seu fofoqueiro, quase me matou do coração! Com quem você estava fofocando? É sobre quem? Porque não me disse antes? ─ O brilho nos olhos dela surgindo. Catherine adorava fofocar comigo, as vezes nós ficávamos até altas horas da noite jogando conversa fora. Deus, eu a amava tanto.

─ Eu estava esperando você deitar pra te contar. O George me contou. ─ O George? Nosso filho? ─ Sim, ele é fofoqueiro igual a você. ─ Recebi um olhar travesso dela.

─ O que ele te disse? ─ Ela continuou passando creme nas minhas costas e fazendo uma espécie de massagem mas muito mais desleixada que no início porque agora ela estava super atenta no que eu estava contando. ─ Então, o Thomas disse... ─ Catherine me interrompeu.

─ O Thomas Hudson? ─ Olhei para trás, um tanto impaciente por ela ter me cortado mas ri da sua animação. ─ Sim, o próprio. Meu Deus você nem sabe o que é e ta com esse sorrisinho no rosto. ─ Senti um apertão nas costas, mas continuei. ─ O Thomas contou para George que os pais dele se separaram.

─ MENTIRA! ─ Senti um tapa forte nas costas. ─ AIII! PORRA KATE, SEUS TAPAS DOEM! ─ Senti ela depositando beijos nas minhas costas e em seguida o peso do seu corpo vindo sob mim. Ela se sentou no meu colo e passou as mãos envolta do meu pescoço.

─ Não acredito! O sr. e a sra. Hudson se separaram? Não é possível. ─ Pois acredite, menina! O Thomas falou que o pai dele já está morando em outra casa e inclusive tem até um quarto para ele, George contou que ele chamou os meninos para ir lá conhecer. ─ Catherine começou a gargalhar no meu colo e eu olhei confuso pra ela.

─ Por que você está rindo? O assunto é sério. ─ 'Pois acredite, menina!' ─ Ela repetiu me imitando. ─ Eu tenho um marido muito fofoqueiro. ─ De repente Catherine ficou com um ar mais preocupada. ─ Mas falando sério, sr. Fofoqueiro, não consigo acreditar nisso, como Thomas está reagindo? O que mais ele disse a George? Nossa amor... O que George pensa sobre isso? Nós nunca falamos de divórcio para ele. O Thomas falou essa palavra? ─ Ela ia me dar um tapa nos ombros mas eu fui mais rápido e segurei sua mão.

─ George começou o assunto falando que o Thomas falou pra ele que o pai foi morar em outra casa porque não conseguia mais ser apaixonado pela mãe. ─ Provavelmente a Ruth deve ter conversado com ele.

─ Sim, provavelmente. ─ Disse e depositei um beijo em sua bochecha. ─ A melhor parte da fofoca ainda não te contei. ─ Então fala. ─ Disse ela rebolando em meu colo.

Respirei fundo.

─ A conversa era entre George, Thomas e Jacob. Thomas contou que o pai não é mais apaixonado pela mãe, o Jacob trouxe a 'sabedoria do Arthur' e disse que não da pra ser apaixonado por muito tempo pela mesma pessoa. ─ Catherine levantou a sobrancelha. ─ E o George discordou completamente dessa afirmação.

─ Discordou? Por Deus, o que esse menino disse? ─ Catherine estava agitada. E eu estava adorando esse momento.

─ Ele disse que eu tenho experiência porque eu sou apaixonado por você desde antes dele nascer, e que nós temos 'frutos de amor', três para ser mais específico. Deus, Kate! Olha as coisas que seu filho fala! O Jacob falou que o irmão dele tem mais experiência mas George o rebateu dizendo que qualidade é melhor que quantidade! Ele é tão genioso. ─ Nós dois rimos, Catherine acariciou o meu rosto.

─ Nosso filho sabe que nós nos amamos. ─ Sim, ele sabe... E ele perguntou como eu soube que era você.

─ Como assim? Ele só tem 9, ainda está muito cedo para ele pensar nisso. ─ Catherine pareceu bem preocupada.

─ Não amor, não é isso. Nosso filho é bem inocente. Eu acho que ele só estava preocupado, com medo de acontecer com a gente o mesmo que aconteceu com o sr. e a sra. Hudson. Eu conversei com ele. Não se preocupe com isso. ─ Eu amo que ele confie em você para conversar sobre isso.

─ Eu amo sair com George, semana que vem quero ver se levo Louis com a gente. O jogo será às 15h. ─ Oh não! O George vai derreter de vergonha de ter dois malucos gritando para ele na arquibancada. ─ Nossa risada invadiu o quarto.

Catherine nem reparou que durante toda nossa conversa ela ficou rebolando no meu colo e acariciando meu pescoço me deixando praticamente duro dentro da calça do pijama. Com ela ainda em meu colo eu me encostei na cabeceira da cama e nossos olhos se encontraram.

─ Você é tão linda. ─ Sussurrei. ─ Você só quer transar. ─ Eu sempre quero transar com você, porque eu adoro e sempre quero te ter na forma mais completa e mais entregue que há. Mas não é só por isso que te chamei de linda. Você é linda sempre, até quando está toda descabelada dando banho no Louis. Era linda na faculdade quando passava noites em claro estudando. As olheiras enormes... Ah eu achava a mais linda do mundo. Eu te acho a mais linda do mundo!

─ Você sempre me faz derreter de amores por você. ─ Então se derreta sob mim... Vamos fazer amor?

                                                    ---

Não foi preciso mais palavras, suas línguas dançavam num beijo intenso, os dois se desejavam. Catherine vira a cabeça para trás ao sentir a boca de William deslizando por seu pescoço e indo até o ombro, percorrendo sua pele com beijos e carícias, deslizando as alças finas de seu pijama para baixo.

As mãos dele passeiam pelas coxas e sobem por baixo do tecido, percorrendo cada curva do corpo esguio e sentindo a pele lisa e cheirosa ardente de desejo. Ela passa a beijar o rosto dele, descendo pelo pescoço, alcançando a clavícula, um dos pontos mais fracos dele. Ensaia uma mordida ali e o faz respirar fundo, soltando um pequeno gemido.

William não resiste e leva suas mãos aos pequenos seios dela, os dedos sentindo os mamilos eriçados marcando a blusa fina do pijama e provocando uma reação já visível em suas calças. Ele se livra daquele pedaço de tecido, impedindo-o de senti-la. Quando Catherine, volta a beijá-lo, ele encaixa os seios dela em suas mãos, acariciado os mamilos, sentindo-os endurecer em seus dedos. Ela geme, deixando seus lábios entreabertos e mexendo o quadril no colo dele, sentindo-o em sua coxa.

Seus olhares namoram o corpo um do outro. Os dedos dela tocam o peitoral definido de William, mesmo que curtas suas unhas arranham o caminho até a nuca, fazendo os dois suspirarem juntos. Com as pontas dos dedos, o príncipe desliza pelos traços de Catherine, tocando-lhe o nariz, as maças do rosto que saltam quando ela sorri largo, descendo até os lábios macios que ele tanto adora beijar. Sem aguentar mais aquela pequena distância, entrelaça os dedos pelos cabelos longos e volumosos, puxando-a para um beijo devastador.

Pressionam os lábios uns contra os outros e os corpos ao mesmo tempo. As línguas envolvem seus desejos. William passeia as mãos nas costas de Catherine, fazendo ofegar e gemer contra a sua boca. Ele sempre achou lindo o jeitinho dela de se entregar, o modo como o corpo inteiro dela treme aos toques dele, como ele consegue sentir a pele dela arrepiada.

Sem hesitar, o príncipe entra com os dedos dentro da calça do pijama da sua princesa, arranhando levemente as nádegas firmes e voltando às costas. Catherine sente seu prazer doer, apertando ainda mais a boca na de William e os dedos na nuca dele, mordendo-lhe os lábios com força. William a firma com as mãos nas costas e a deita na cama, ficando por cima dela. Ele para um instante com beijos e carícias apenas para admirá-la.

─ Você é tão linda, amor. ─ Ele sorri. ─ Não consigo deixar de dizer isso. ─ Ele lhe toma as mãos e beija cada um dos dedos dela.

Catherine segura o rosto do esposo, olhando-o fixamente, como se querendo guardar em novas memórias cada um daqueles traços, cada pequeno detalhe. Num movimento discreto dos lábios, um sorriso sutil enfeita a face dela. Um sorriso pequeno, mas cheio de significados. Um sorriso que William ama e não resiste. Ele baixa os olhos para a boca de Catherine e a beija mais uma vez, saboreando aqueles lábios macios que ele adora.

O príncipe faz uma trilha de beijos molhados descendo pelo queixo dela, chegando ao pescoço e se deixando inebriar pelo cheiro dela. Mais uma vez, ela move a cabeça para trás, deixando o colo livre. William desce distribuindo beijos e chupões, descendo mais, percorrendo o pequeno vale entre os seios dela. Catherine puxa a nuca de William e o olha num pedido mudo. Ele sabe o que ela quer, sabe o que ela não resiste, mas decide brincar, subindo um pouco, passeando com a língua por seus ombros e deixando chupões em pontos que a fazem estremecer, marcando-a em lugares que apenas ele veria.

─ Oh, meu amor! ─ Catherine geme ao sentir os lábios dele tomando-lhe os seios. Ela agarra às costas dele, movimentando o corpo ao encontro ao dele. Ele chupa, lambe e mordisca os mamilos já eriçados e sensíveis. A morena puxa sua nuca com mais força, fazendo-o parar com aquelas carícias deliciosas ou ela se entregaria antes mesmo dele tocar em seu sexo.

Vendo Catherine já com a respiração alterada e as bochechas enrubescidas, William sorri. Ele busca os lábios dela para um beijo lento, de aconchego e calmaria enquanto as mãos dela logo se livram da calça dele. Ele ajuda a descer o tecido e logo a deixa apenas de calcinha. William pressiona o quadril contra corpo de Catherine ela suspira, olhando-o, pedindo por ele.

Os dedos longos do Príncipe de Gales percorrem a lateral do corpo da sua amada, arrepiando-a e fazendo-a quase perder os sentidos com as sensações daquela carícia em sua pele. Com carinho, ele desliza a calcinha dela, arrastando o tecido até os pés. Num momento de enlevo, William percorre-a inteira com os olhos, admirando a mulher que tem ali, tão perto, tão dele. Jamais se cansaria de olhá-la, tão mulher em sua beleza natural. Mas sua boca tem sede daquela pele. Ele então segura a perna direita dela e começa beijando o pé delicado e pequeno, desce pela panturrilha, chega ao joelho e percorre devagar a coxa. Assim que encontra a virilha, passa com um sopro carinhoso, provocando-a e indo para a perna esquerda, beijando-a por toda sua extensão também. Catherine se remexe, ansiosa por ele, já se sabendo molhada de desejo.

─ William... Wales... ─ Ele sorri ao encará-la, amando seu nome dito naquele tom de luxúria e prazer.

William se posiciona entre as pernas dela, beijando-lhe o sexo, sugando-lhe o clitóris, fazendo-a curvar o corpo e fechar os olhos, tentando buscar forças para resistir e prolongar o seu prazer, mordendo o lábio inferior para não gemer tão alto. Os sons que saem pela garganta dela fazem William desistir de provocar Catherine, ele quer mesmo é saciar seu desejo de ter-se dentro dela. Ao perceber os movimentos do seu esposo, ela logo se livra da cueca box dele, deixando seu pênis livre, brincando com ele em suas mãos ágeis e habilidosas.

─ Ahh Catherine... ─ É a vez dele ofegar. As carícias de Catherine quase o levam ao céu. Ele engatinha sobre ela e se encaixa, olhando-a nos olhos. Ela o guia entre suas pernas. Seus olhos dizem tanto, conversam tanto e os lábios se encontram com fome, com sede. A língua dela desliza pelos lábios dele para depois sugar cada pedacinho dos lábios do seu homem. Os rostos passeiam um pelo outro, os narizes se tocam com carinho.

A Princesa de Gales solta suas mãos e se perde nos olhos azuis do seu príncipe, encontrando ali a mesma adoração de quando se entregaram um ao outro pela primeira vez. Os dois se olham fixamente enquanto ele desliza devagar para dentro dela, deixando-a sentir cada centímetro do seu pênis, um contato que faz os dois mergulharem tão fundo um no outro que nem o medo pode alcançá-los. Os lábios se buscam e se encontram novamente, eles se deliciam no gosto um do outro o mais intenso que podem, enquanto seus corpos se embalam num ritmo lento e forte. A cada vez que William entra nela, Catherine geme entre os beijos. Os dois estão extasiados, tontos de prazer, marcados pelo amor. Pele na pele. Difícil conseguir segurar o êxtase com tanta vontade um do outro.

O desejo é tanto que os dois param o beijo e apenas se olham fixamente, com os rostos bem próximos, misturando as respirações. Seus corpos guiados pelo puro instinto, movendo-se cada vez mais rápidos, buscando o máximo de prazer, permitindo-se guiar pelo desejo. Catherine aperta William contra si e desliza suas pernas pelo corpo dele até pousar as duas em sua cintura, permitindo que ele vá ainda mais dentro dela. Suas unhas arranham os ombros e as costas dele. William geme um tanto mais ofegante que ela, quase chegando ao orgasmo. Ela sorri ao vê-lo sentir tanto prazer ao se satisfazer com ela.

─ Will... Deixa eu ver você... ─ Catherine pede e ele abre os olhos, fixando-se nela.

Catherine quer mergulhar ainda mais fundo naquele azul enquanto seus corpos se entregam ao prazer mágico do orgasmo, apertando-o em sua intimidade e sentindo-o apertá-la de volta, do jeito que ela adora. Apesar de pequena em comparação ao tamanho dele, ela nunca foi frágil. Embaralha seus dedos envolta de sua nuca, apertando-o. As respirações se misturam ainda mais ofegantes enquanto seus corpos se chocam e se entregam, prolongando o prazer de se terem. Os dois se beijam buscando aplacar seus tremores e espasmos. William se vira na cama e leva o corpo de Catherine para cima do seu, apertando-o contra si, querendo se assegurar de que o que acabara de acontecer fora mesmo real, de que ela está realmente em seus braços.

Como se adivinhando os pensamentos dele, a princesa se ajeita por cima e o beija devagar, dizendo-lhe de sua paixão enquanto suas línguas se buscam e se encontram. William deixa seus dedos percorreram seu longo cabelo castanho, retirando alguns fios bagunçados que lhe grudavam no rosto suado.

─ Eu amo você, Catherine. ─ Ele diz com um sorriso pleno.

Ela o contempla, passeia os dedos pelo seu rosto, contornando seus lábios. O homem que ela ama está sem sua cama, em sua casa, em sua vida. William existe e isso a faz sorrir. O fato dele estar ali lhe inspira a querer viver cada dia com mais comprometimento os deveres que lhe aguardam, a faz querer fazer pequenas e grandes viagens, a descobrir outros motivos que o façam ter aquele sorriso tão lindo e sincero.

─ Eu amo você, meu amor. ─ Eu sempre serei apaixonado por você. ─ Ele a aperta ainda mais contra seu corpo e suspira quando ela deita sua cabeça em seu peito largo. William lhe beija os cabelos, prestando atenção em cada minúscula reação dela, que apenas envolve melhor os braços ao redor dele e fecha os olhos.

─ Era tudo que eu precisava... Você. ─ Catherine se declara e o príncipe distribui cheirinhos pelos cabelos dela. ─ Eu? ─ Um sorriso dança no rosto dele. ─ Sim, William, você! ─ Catherine levanta o rosto e sobe um pouco seu corpo, aproximando-se mais. ─ Eu amo ficar dentro do seu abraço, amo quando você me conta seus momentos com nossos filhos, amo quando você se entrega para mim... ─ Amor... ─ Shh... ─ Ela põe um dedo sobre os lábios dele e ganha um beijo. ─ A vida é tão boa com você.

O príncipe sorri e se emociona ao ouvi-la. Sem palavras que possam transmitir a Catherine o tamanho do seu amor, ele a envolve cuidadosamente nos braços e a beija até os dois perderem o fôlego.

─ A vida é tão boa com você. ─ Ele repete a declaração que ela havia feito a ele.

Catherine se deita novamente sobre o peito dele, buscando o pulsar daquele coração. Os dois ficam em silêncio, desfrutando a presença um do outro. Devagar, os dedos se juntam e se entrelaçam. De fato, a vida é realmente boa quando se tem alguém para amar.

Espero que tenham gostado :) Eu não tenho mais tumblr dedicado ao Will e a Kate mas estou sempre no twitter @athleticofwales e posto minhas histórias no Wattpad. Com carinho, Lele 

#smut #cambridgepride #royal fanfiction

[gudfornuthin]

Currently writing a knight!Eddie Munson x princess!reader fic 👀 should be posted some time this week! (Edit: could be posted later today as I’m feeling inspired) ((Edit 2: here it is :))

#eddie munson x reader #x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fic #royal fanfiction

[lowgrace]

Love by Numbers. Sarah MacLean

It definitely is one of my favourite series. And just let me say, the way that the characters are intervened through series is done flawlessly. But now a realise why I didn’t like 11 scandals (because an impressive part of characters development was in books 1 and 2). I was always a good girl reading books in the right order. But I really wanted to get to Leightons story. Ahhh so it is entirely on me :)

I’m really proud of my fan casting here and believe it couldn’t be better. Loved both St. John brothers. And women in these 2 books are so lovable. I could relate to Izzy on so many levels. And Minerva House deserves a mention of its own. And big appreciation for hugs /embraces in the 2 book. I always long fir these genuine moments of characters supporting one another in stories.

PS I am so sooo sad that they were the last books by Sarah MacLean that I had to read. But all the more reasons to explore other authors further … and wait for the release of Knockout

#fancast #historical romance #love story #moodboard #period romance #sarah maclean #bridgerton #victorian #romance #hell bell #booklover #jane austen #regency #victoria #royal fanfiction #paul wesley #ian somerhalder #house of the dragon #vampire diaries #winx bloom

[the-wales-5]

"Crazy for this girl " (Chapter 1)

Introduction

September 2001.

“Wouldn't you sign this picture for me? Please, I will keep it with myself forever! It will be my favourite item in the room! Yes, I know you are not signing autographs, but you can make an exception for me, right?”

“Look here! It’s my new camera, and I want yours to be the first picture there!”

All these voices full of excitement were ringing in his head yet long after he went to his room. Prince William tried to attend as many seminars and lectures as he could, especially that it was the very beginning of his studies, but the unhealthy interest he had been getting from the young women in the corridor every day was scaring him. He thought that the University of St Andrews in Scotland would be the best possible choice even with the assumption that lots of people would want to talk with him or take a picture, so he tried to get used to it. However, what he'd been experiencing for the past few days made him feel unsettled and exceeded his worst expectations.

He finally sat down on the bed and tried to rest after a day with two lectures and that recent stressful situation. After a while, he decided to take a look through notes he made throughout the day, on one of the pages was written “Bring to the classes in two days”, followed by a title of the book all the students were supposed to have. The prince cursed at the thought of going out of his room and meeting a group of excited or rather overly-excited and hysterical girls once more that day. However, he knew that many other students always borrowed books as soon as possible. Due to that unspoken rule, he had already lost a chance to get one of the important papers before class in the previous week. As a consequence, at that moment, he was determined to completely ignore all the people waiting and get through to the library.

*

“I do not understand all that fuss you are creating here for days” a brunette thought as she passed by some of her female friends who were still enthusiastically talking about the Prince of Wales’ son. She did not express her thoughts out loud, though, as she was in the minority of people thinking that William's arrival at the university was a ‘normal’ thing and not something to gush about constantly.

*

After asking about the book, William was left in disappointment again. The last copy was taken away by someone else just fifteen minutes earlier. After hearing the words “You can ask her”, William assumed that yet another forced and weird conversation was awaiting him.

“Miss Middleton. Her name is on that list given out to all the students on the first day, am I right?” A person working in the library said and rolled his eyes a little. Although he knew that a prince stood in front of him, he still felt an annoyance over first-year students' awkwardness and confusion about every simple rule.

“Yes, of course” William cleared throat moments later “We've simply had no chance to talk yet”. This time, he was the one to not receive a reply and left the library in the following seconds.

***

Chapter 2

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[charles-and-camilla-fanfictions]

Stifling Evenings

Part three of the Turkish Holiday - set in 1989 on the painting holiday they went on together - with friends.

He’d watched her as they were escorted on a walk all morning. Separated himself from her for the afternoon’s activity of the trek up the mountains. Took himself off for dinner with a small group, not including her. So when he did see her in the evening, wearing a floating white summer dress, her eyes watching him, he gulped. It was impossible having her so close he could almost breathe her in, yet not touch her. He pulled her to dance with him without thinking about anything other than being close to her. He heard her gasp when his hand slipped around her waist. “What are you doing?” “Holding you.” He was short on breath from the feel of her under his fingers. From that one hand against his chest. They barely moved from side to side, their eyes locked and his hand encasing hers. “May I steal Camilla for the next dance?” “No.” His hand gripped onto her waist tighter and he couldn’t lose her gaze for a second. “Let me have a turn with Camilla.” “No.” By this point, they were so close, their noses were touching as he bent his head down towards hers. He could feel her breath against his lips. He was desperate to kiss her. He fended away several more of their friends with a sharp, “no,” until eventually Andrew took her off him and he couldn’t say no. But he couldn’t watch that and left to go to his room.

She danced with her husband, swallowing back emotion, refusing to allow tears to form. He was angry with her but they danced for a long time and he kissed her every so often. Then, without warning, he pulled away from her and took up a waltz with one of their Turkish hosts. It seemed as good a time as any to retire to her room and she changed to her nightdress before sitting out on the balcony, smoking to keep away the mosquitoes. She heard Andrew as the door slammed. “Darling?” “Out here.” “You’ve got a choice to make, Darling.” “About what?” “Well there’s three options and I’m happy with all three, so do what you want not what you think I want.” “Sounds ominous.” He joined her on the balcony and kissed her cheek. “I’ve got Margaret outside.” “Great.” “So, I could send her away and I’ll enjoy you instead? Or she can come in and we can both have some fun? How about it?” “What about Rose?” “Darling, I’m married to you. I’m not obliged to Rose.” “Those are two options…” “Well tell me your thought about the first two first.” “Number two was never an option.” “It would make a great option. You used to be so open minded.” “I’ve never been that open minded.” “More’s the pity.” He reached over and she felt him cup her breasts. “What’s option three?” He scowled at her. “You leave me here with Margaret and go and sleep where you’d evidently rather be sleeping.” “Am I really just either or with a women who’s almost a stranger?” He shrugged. “A hole is a hole.” She flicked her cigarette off the balcony. “That was exceptionally cold, even for you.” She didn’t feel as calm as her words and she cursed her eyes for leaking and betraying her. “Ah. You do still love me. I did wonder. I think you need to remember sometimes which person you chose to marry. What do you expect from him? What do you honestly think he’s going to give you?” “Nothing. He’s going to give me nothing.” “Well remember that the next time you humiliate me.” “I didn’t mean to humiliate you.” “Yet you managed.” “I’m sorry.” She reached to kiss him but he pulled away. “No. I don’t want you. Not tonight. Not after that. Just go. But come back before anyone else wakes up.”

He heard the knock on the door with surprise but pulled her inside as soon as he saw her. “Darling, why are you crying?” “I’m not.” She reached up to kiss him and he pushed against her lips, savouring the sensation before pulling away. “You very much are crying.” He kissed down her cheeks, following the pathway of her tears, making her smile weakly. “I just want you to love me.” “And my first act of love is to…” He kissed her squarely on the lips. “Jump up…” He caught her and held onto her as she wrapped her legs around him, her arms clinging around his neck. “Find out what made you so upset.” He walked through the room, pretending to drop her but when she didn’t squeal, he stopped fooling about and sat down on the bed, feeling her clinging to him like a limpet. He sighed. “What did Andrew do this time?” “Tried to persuade me to have a threesome.” “Well that was not what I thought you were going to say. With me?” “No. Margaret.” “Did he send you out so he could sleep with her?” “Yes.” “Seriously? Is he insane?” “Because I turned him down.” “Ah. That makes more sense. He was getting back at you for me.” “I know.” “But it still hurt?” “Yes.” “I’m sorry.” He held onto her tightly, his hands stroking her back, his nose firmly planted in her neck. He felt her hand reaching up into his hair. “I love you.” She whispered it over and again into his ear, kissing his neck, his ear, every part she could reach. “I love you. My second act of love is to tell you that I’ve been going crazy without you. I need you. I need you more than ever.” “Is that really an act of love?” “Perhaps more a selfish longing?” She chuckled slightly. “But the act of love is to say that despite the fact that I need you quite desperately, I will forgo that desire if you need me to.” “I need you to make love to me. I’ve needed you since this morning so badly every part of me is shaky.” “I might possibly be able to manage that.” “If it’s not too much trouble?” That made him giggle slightly. “No trouble at all. My pleasure.” “It best be my pleasure too.” “Darling, it most certainly will be your pleasure too.” He felt her hands around his neck and then the thrill of her kiss struck through his body to the very tips of his fingertips and down.

She couldn’t let him go in the morning. They both woke early from habit and they reached for each other now for the pleasure of feeling the other. The quiet blue of the morning intensifying every touch, every kiss, every slow movement. She didn’t want to let go of him, afterwards, one hand clasping tightly onto his back, the other firmly on his bum, holding him against her. When the alarm went off, she lay on her back, watching him get dressed. He came back to lie beside her, his hand trailing over her body. “Where are your clothes?” “Not here.” That made him moan, and he placed soft kisses over her body, his hand reaching to make her react to him. “You must have come wearing something?” “A night dress.” “Yes. I remember taking it off you.” “In a hurry.” “Of course. I’ll find it.” He placed it next to her, neatly folded, but stopped her when she reached for it. “Wait until I’ve left. I want to look at you.” “How long before you go down?” “Five minutes.” “Come here then. Observe me from close range.”

She waited until she was sure everyone must be at breakfast before she slipped back to her room, finding Andrew still there with surprise. Even more surprising, he’d picked out a shirt and shorts for her to wear and helped her into them as she brushed out her hair. “Just be discrete. That’s all I ask.” “I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry for making you cry.” She shrugged and he kissed her cheek, his eyes repentant. “We can make this work.” She nodded at him in the mirror.

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[theyourstruly]

Alex has been sent out he wasn't able to share much, but he's been calling whenever he can.

They have managed to see each other a couple more times before he left, and after a month Eleanor has already been missing him like crazy. He'll probably think she's silly, at the end of the day it's only been a month.

Letting her worries go she's been focusing on her studies and the Tennis charity Tournament, but she can't wait to see Alexander again.

Sitting in the library with the girls

They take their notes and work on their individual assignments.

"Do any of yous understand task 5b." Stella asks

"Let me check." Rhea replies back.

Calculate the following ratios and comment on the performance of the business over the two years.

"Oh no, this is a question for you El" she jokes

Laughing El asks Stella

"What have you filled out"

Handing me her book and checking her answers.

"You just filled it in the wrong spot. There is a 12% increase at the turnover and there's a 23% increase at the expenses. Just flip these two and your good to go" she discovered

"How did you figure that out?"

"It says it right here you weren't reading it correctly"

"Jeez why did I decide to study finance again?"

"You'll be fine" Rhea responds

Emma adds

"You always rush to finish your work of course you're going to miss information"

Working more in silence on their assignment the girls finish up.

"Okay i'm done." Eleanor starts beginning to pack her things.

"Me too" Emma replies

"Anything planned El?" Rhea Asks

"Yeah lunch with Viola and practicing for the tournament"

"Ooh yes. I heard it's going to be on tv"

"It is plus more money for charity"

Just then El's phone rings. Hoping that it's Alex she says her goodbyes to the girls, and rushes off to answer.

"Hello"

Hey, love how have you been doing

Having a hard time hearing him she answers

"I've been good you?"

I'm about to-

The signal breaks.

Looking down at her blackberry she doesn't know how to feel. What was he trying to say?

She hopes that it wasn't anything bad, all she wanted was for him to come back home.

———————————————————————

"You have been enjoying your self right?"

Having met up with her sister Viola who wanted to catch up with her she stays silent still thinking about Alex.

"Listen i understand things are hard right now, but you have to understand where mom and dad are coming from. Your working for your future. You'll be much more financially secure without having to worry about bills and stuff."

"No i understand. Didn't stop you though from doing whatever you wanted"

"I was stupid to drop out, waisted 2 years of my life and now here i am returning back to college with a debt following me around."

Finishing up on their lunch after 20 min. it's time for El to leave again, and go to practice.

Being part of the Tennis Club, it's members and Eleanor have been wanting to plan a tennis tournament, and after bringing it forward to committee members who approved, and have been getting other Uni's

Involved like Cambridge University, University of Bristol, Imperial College and University of Edinburgh.

They've been planning and getting the word out to other students.

The money raised will be split between the 5 Uni's with theirs going to the Magdalen College trust. The trust supports charitable causes like Bicester food bank, little angels and save the children etc.

Wanting to put their best players in Eleanor was one of the few asked to represent Oxford. She's been awfully excited about it all, and has been practicing her technique. The tournament has actually been getting quite the press, and because of it they have managed to get a tv spot out of it with those funds also going to charity.

After practice El walks to her dorm when she receives a call, normally she doesn't answer unknown numbers, but with Alex gone he doesn't get to call from his own phone. Answering she doesn't recognize the man voice

Quietly saying "Who is this?"

Hi is this Eleanor. Uhm it's William, Alexander's brother?

Did something happen to him?

"Why isn't Alex calling, did something happen?"

Mind racing she goes through all the possibilities of what could've happened to him

No he's fine. He asked me to check up on you

Letting out a sigh of relief.

She's not sure how to respond as she's never met his brother before.

"Oh well everything is fine here"

Okay good

"Well this is just awkward now"

Laughing william replies

It is. Uhm it was good speaking to you? And uhm maybe he'll finally introduce us to you

"Yeah sure. I guess i'll hang up now. I wouldn't want to keep you.... from what you were doing"

Yes. Nice talking to you Eleanor. Bye

Hanging up the phone she returns to her dorm wanting to forget that awkward conversation. Getting into the shower and redressing for dinner at the dining hall later on.

She wonders how much longer she has to wait for Alexander's return. She can't believe that the man she met nearly 3 months ago would consume her thoughts so heavily.

#urstyle #british royal fandom #royal fanfiction #royalty #fanfic #brf #british royal family #prince william #princess of wales #royal family #royal fandom

[camillafanfiction]

Christmas lights

Up above candles on air flicker Oh, they flicker, and they flow And I'm up here holding onto All those chandeliers of hope And like some drunken Elvis singing I go singing out of tune Singing how I always loved you, darling And I always will

Oh, when you're still waiting for the snow to fall It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all Still waiting for the snow to fall It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all

⁓ Coldplay

14.12.1973, London

The festive baubles glittered and glimmered as couples danced and friends raised their glasses while the DJ played one Christmas hit after another. This year’s Christmas hit “Merry Xmas” by Slade had already been played more than once but nobody seemed to be sick of it as of now. This was one of the most glamorous Christmas parties of the season and everybody had dressed to impress. Camilla didn’t make an exception, she looked fabulous in a dark green sequined dress with a low neckline and shimmered wonderfully as she swirled on the dance floor and moved her body to the rhythm of the music. Andrew had very much looked like a proud husband when the couple had arrived but as the clock hand moved past midnight he couldn’t be seen anymore. At least not by Camilla, but she appeared to be perfectly happy. As usual, she was the life of the party and didn’t need to worry about company or a dance partner. Friends and socialites had rallied around her and people threw their heads back in laughter as she cracked jokes and made naughty remarks. As usual, she was one of the stars of the season, and rightly so.

Charles, however, had seen Andrew in the arms of another busty blonde about half an hour ago, before they had disappeared out of his sight as well. The venue was crowded, but he had kept eagle eyes on both, Camilla, and Andrew. He had tried to concentrate on his dance partners, but he had ignored all of the flirting attempts as his eyes had been stuck. Stuck on her. The only lady he was interested in. Still.

But they hadn’t spoken a word tonight, they hadn’t even greeted each other, there just hadn’t been any opportunity – Charles wasn’t even sure she had noticed his attendance, but his arrival usually meant lots of ‘ahs’ and ‘ohs’, so she probably had… Maybe it was best as it would cause too much heart-pain and would be too awkward anyway, but Charles was still hoping for at least one little opportunity to say “hi!”. It would be an early Christmas present as they hadn’t spoken since Anne’s wedding to Mark on his 25th birthday, exactly one months ago. What a dreadful day it had been, Charles sighed, what a dreadful year actually.

Camilla’s hair fell in short, soft waves, framing her beautiful face. She looked simply perfect from head to toe and, once again, Charles couldn’t understand how Andrew could cheat on someone like Camilla. They weren’t even married for six months. Andrew had the freaking audacity to get lucky enough to marry Camilla and not stopping his philandering. What the hell was wrong with this man?! He just couldn’t bear thinking about it. If he spent just one other thought on Andrew, he’d go mad.

After another endless 20 minutes of upbeat Christmas songs, he finally spotted Camilla walking over to one of the waiters with a silly Father Christmas hat on, probably asking for her signature drink, a gin tonic with a slice of lemon. This was the moment Charles realized he was in a desperate need for a drink, too, excused himself from the girl whose name he’d already forgotten again and hustled to the same waiter, slowing down when he came closer.

Camilla was taken by surprise, Charles could see it the second their eyes met, and she bobbed down in a curtsey, lowering her eyes. “Hello, Your Royal Highness,” she said formally, feeling slightly ridiculous by the formality of the situation.

“Hello you,” Charles replied way more intimate and moved slightly forward to place a soft kiss on both her cheeks. “Nice to see you again.”

In fact, it was much more than “nice” to see her again, to inhale her smell even in that crowded room, to feel the warmth of her soft hand, the tickle of her cheeky curls… Charles knew he shouldn’t feel that way about another man’s wife, but he couldn’t help it. This time last year she had still been his…

“Very nice indeed.” Camilla almost looked shy and blushed but found her usual confident self again within the blink of an eye. “I seem to have lost my husband about two hours ago,” she tried to joke and ignored the queasiness in the pit of her stomach. Five months into her marriage she had realized that being married hadn’t really changed Andrew and that, though they were actually experiencing wedded bliss, he still couldn’t keep his eyes and, unfortunately, hands off other women.

For a moment, Charles considered telling her that he’d seen her disappearing with the blonde beauty, but then decided against it as he didn’t want to ruin her Christmas or, even worse, hurt her. Instead, he opted to awkwardly compliment her, kneading his hands, and resisting the urge to touch her again. “You look wonderful tonight.”

Camilla flashed him a smile, murmuring “Thank you!”, and in a rush of intimacy pushed him over to one of the tables in the corner where it was a bit quieter. Unfortunately, it was before either of them realised that they had ended up in the lover’s lane with couples around them passionately snogging and even more. “Oh my God!”, Camilla giggled, looking around, well noticing that Charles’ face had turned red. “I seem to have for-“

“Kiss me!” Charles suddenly declared and Camilla wasn’t sure if she’d understood him correctly. However, before she was able to give him an asking or indignant glance, she felt soft lips on hers, just for a millisecond, so quick she couldn’t be sure it had been reality or a just a wild dream, a vision of what her most inner self was secretly wishing for.

It must have been the gin, Camilla decided. Why on earth should she wish to kiss her ex-beau?! She was happily married to the man she had always wanted to marry, and they had loads of fun trying to make a baby at every given opportunity. “Would you like to dance?”, Charles asked innocently and grabbed her arm to push her to the dance floor where people were shaking their legs to the sound of “I wish it could be Christmas everyday” by Wizzard, another top 10 hit that, for Charles’ taste, had been played more than enough tonight. But it didn’t matter, he had Camilla in his arms and swirled her around, he had kissed her, only a millisecond and so quick she hadn’t grasped it, but he had tasted her lips and they had felt as soft as last year. He would later regret it, he already knew, he would die of heartache and the pain of missing her even more than before. He would spend Christmas just as depressed as always and count the hours till he could be back onboard that bloody ship again that would take him to shores far away from her, but not the love for her he carried in his heart and couldn’t let go. It didn’t particularly help that the DJ now opted for “I Love You Love Me Love” by Garry Glitter, who sang of a couple whose love had won against all odds. Charles tried not to listen to the lyrics but solely focus on the music instead, but having Camilla’s body so close brought back memories of times when he thought he might be able to call her his wife one day. Maybe if he’d been brave enough to ask her last year, on his 24th birthday maybe… But who on earth married aged 24 in this time and age, especially as a prince?! There was no use in dwelling in the past, Charles knew, but it hurt so very much.

“In the mood for another drink?”, Camilla asked when she found they were dancing a bit too familiar and intimate when a slow song started to play.

Charles tried to hide his disappointment, but knew she was right, so he nodded. “Okay.”

“Martini, Sir?”, she winked and added “Shaken, not stirred?” That made him laugh with his eyes, Camilla noticed relieved. She didn’t want to hurt him, this had never been her intention, but she’d made the right decision for herself with marrying Andrew, hadn’t she? Charles had been a fling, Andrew was her true love, the man she was destined to be with. Two or three times when Andrew had come home late on a Friday evening and had smelt of another women’s perfume, she’d caught herself thinking that this wouldn’t have happened with Charles, that she’d be more appreciated… but she’d made the right decision, she had snatched her fetching soldier, and she was so excited for her first Christmas as a wife. She’d already planned everything from the dinner to the music to the decorations. It would simply be perfect…

His hair a bit too accurate, Andrew suddenly appeared behind Charles, a bright grin upon his face. “Hello poppet,” he greeted his wife, placing a fierce kiss on her mouth before greeting Charles with a small bow of his head. “Nice to see you, Sir. I hope my wife hasn’t bothered you too much with talking about her plans for Christmas all night…”

“Not at all.”, Charles stated, smiling at Camilla, and giving Andrew a stern look.

“Well… good…” Andrew commented and casually took a huge sip out of his whiskey glass, emptying it and putting it on the next bar table. “C’mon, poppet, let’s rock the dance floor,” he declared then, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and winking at her.

Camilla gave Charles an apologetic glance, detached herself from her husband for a moment and placed swift kisses on both of Charles’ cheeks. “I’ll see you… Happy Christmas!”, she said before being drawn away by her husband onto the dance floor.

For a few moments Charles masochistically watched them kissing and dancing like lovers (or newly married couples) do before emptying his glass with one sip as well, cursing the day he was born. Or rather the day Andrew had been born, he wasn’t sure yet. Without taking another look at Camilla and her husband or anyone else again, Charles left the party, knowing he would live from the few moments he’d had with her today till the next time he’d see her again.

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[withqueencatherine]

I’m currently writing a fanfic where william & catherine meet at hogwarts 🥺🥺

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[m-jelly]

It bloomed in spring - chapter 2

@kenkopanda-art thank you for the wonderful banner.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Ao3 LINK HERE

Words: 4.6k

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, royal AU, emperor Levi, falling in love, forbidden love, Kuchel, Levi's father, date, talks of arranged engagement.

Concept: You help Levi with talking about a potential bride. He steals a moment with you in his library. Levi joins you on your day off into the city and turns it into almost a date.

Part 1 Part 3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10 Part11 Part12 Part13

Levi let out a long sigh as Stanley droned on about how a princess must be chosen, that a royal marriage should happen soon or at least a ball. He didn’t care much for any of it. He would prefer to be outside exploring the grounds with you. He glanced to his door to see you push his father’s wheelchair in, meaning his father was having a bad day with his lungs. Levi moved his hand over his mouth to hide his smile at seeing you.

You bowed deeply. “Pardon the intrusion, but his highness wished to see you.”

Levi tore his eyes from you to see his father was grinning with a knowing look. Levi blushed a little. “I don’t think you’d care much for this meeting, father.”

Sebastian smiled. “I can wait.”

Stanley cleared his throat. “May I? Your highness, I have presented a few potential candidates to his majesty. There is this young lady who would suit him. Princess Aroura.” He glared at you when you held back a laugh. “There is also Princess Thalia.” He looked up at you when you made a small noise. “Lastly, Lady Safa.” He slapped his papers down and shouted your name making you jump. “Do you have a problem?”

Levi shot to his feet. “Stanley! I would appreciate it if you did not speak to my staff in that tone. I value this maid’s opinion. She cares for my father and does it well. We will hear her out.”

Stanley bowed deeply. “Forgive me, your majesty.”

Levi looked over at you. “Are these royals a problem?”

You fiddled with your apron. “I do not wish to anger Sir Stanley anymore.”

“I’m asking you to talk.” He waved you over. “Come here.”

You walked over to his desk and stood at his side. You moved the files around and got the three women Stanley liked. “Well, you are informed of how these ladies are by officials, but the ones who truly know these people are the those who work for them. I have seen many maids and butlers come and go, some have worked for these people or gave gone to work for them. Princess Aroura is rather messy, and forgive me if I am wrong, but you your majesty prefer cleanliness.”

Levi hummed and liked how you just got him. “Yes.”

You gulped and pulled your gaze from Levi. “As for Princess Thalia, she is not interested in you or many men.”

Stanley frowned. “Ridiculous!”

Levi placed his hand on your back. “Could you perhaps expand upon that?”

You nodded. “Well, she much prefers the company of women.”

He smiled a little when he understood what you meant. “I hope she finds love.”

“Indeed, so do I.”

Stanley tutted. “And what of Lady Safa?”

You gasped. “Oh, well she is prone to affairs. She is loyal to money and only money.”

Levi collected all the files and offered them to Stanley. “I will not be selecting any of these women.”

“May I make a suggestion?”

Sebastian clapped his hands together. “I think that’d be wonderful. She seems very knowledgeable.”

Levi placed his hand on your upper back and felt his skin tingle. “What do you have in mind?”

You gulped hard. “Well, I am sure Sir Stanley has suggested it, so I am merely agreeing with him. I do believe a ball is an excellent idea. A ball will allow you to meet a few ladies and if there are any you are interested in, you can enquire about them.”

“And it will be respected if I do not choose a bride?”

Stanley nodded. “Yes, your majesty.”

“Then I shall host a ball.” He sighed. “Thank you, Stanley. I will organise this with my people. You may see yourself out.”

Sebastian smiled. “Perhaps, son, you should release my maid?”

Levi had noticed he’d cornered you a little against the desk. He pulled back as his cheeks burned. “Forgive me.”

You hummed a sweet laugh making Levi’s heart skip a beat. “Forgiven.” You lightly touched Levi’s jawline. “Your stubble has gone.”

“I worry less after what you did for me two weeks ago with the tea and water. I am thankful to you.” He leaned into your touch. “I take better care now and sleep many hours.”

You pulled back. “I am glad.”

“We’re you worried about me?”

You blushed hard. “Perhaps.” You moved away. “Excuse me, I have work and his highness wished to speak with you.”

Sebastian smiled at his son and waited for you to leave before he spoke. “You’re falling in love.”

Levi blushed. “I am not.”

“Trust me, son, I know what love looks like.”

Levi cleared his throat. “I was just talking with her.”

Sebastian laughed, but his lungs tightened up a little making him cough. He wafted his son away. “I’m alright.”

Levi poured a glass of water and offered it to his father. “Drink.”

He downed some and sighed after. “Thank you, son.” He handed the glass back over. “As I was saying, it is clear to me that you are falling for this maid and I don’t think you should hold back or deny it.”

Levi sat down on his office chair. “I don’t think she’d want me. She’s rather loyal to her job.”

“I think she has a fondness for you.”

Levi perked up a little. “Really?”

Sebastian laughed. “You really got excited then.”

“Are you messing with me?”

“No, she really does like you.”

Levi ruffled his hair. “Fine, I admit that I am romantically interested in her. I don’t think she is interested much in making much of what is between us.”

Sebastian hummed in thought as he tried to figure out a way to get you and Levi alone. “You know, in my experience, it’s better to admit your feelings than deny them.”

“I’ve only known her for four weeks.”

“I fell for your mother the first time I saw her.”

Levi put his head in his hands. “What do I do? How do I approach her? How do I woo her?”

Sebastian shrugged. “Flowers. Maybe spend some time with her that doesn’t involve her doing a job.” He looked at his pocket watch. “She’ll be on a break right about now and I know for sure she’ll be in the library.” He rolled his chair. “I’m off to see your mother anyway. I have ample amounts of kissing to do.”

Levi walked out of his office. “Don’t wanna know, dad.” He strode his way through the palace with his smart heels tapping on the floor. He stopped in front of the carved wooden double doors. He carefully pulled down the golden handles and peeked inside. He looked around the tall shelves of books and tables, but couldn’t see you. He sniffed the air and caught your perfume. He listened closely and heard your voice. “Hmm.”

You huffed and reached back up to grab a book. “Come on.”

Levi peered down the hall and smiled at you trying to reach for a book. He quietly moved closer to you and saw what book you were aiming for. He grabbed your waist lightly. “Let me help.”

You blushed when he lifted you up. “T-Thank you.” You grabbed your book as you enjoyed Levi’s big hands and slender fingers on you. You let out a little whimper when he placed you back on your feet. “You helped me out a lot.”

“Glad I could be of service.”

You turned in the little space Levi gave you between the shelf and his body. You gazed at him with a blush on your cheeks. “You were very helpful.”

He stared at your cute face before looking down at the book in your arms. “It’s surprising to see that you’re able to read.”

You gripped the book. “My parents valued reading and writing in our house. I was lucky to have that love and care.”

“Your parents still around?”

You nodded. “I write to them and them to me.”

“That’s good.”

You hummed a little. “May I assist you with something you majesty?”

He shook his head. “No.”

You gulped hard. “Then I’ll go about my break.” You dodged under his arm. “Excuse me.” You strode over to the large mahogany tables that were polished to perfection. You sat at the matching chair and began reading your book in the candlelight.

Levi grabbed a random book from the shelf and joined you. “May I?”

You smiled at him. “It is your library.”

He sat down. “I know, but this is your break.”

You hummed a laugh. “You really don’t comprehend your position, do you?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “No, I guess not.”

You smiled at him. “You’ll get it soon enough.”

He opened his book and frowned. “Shit…”

You slid another book you’d picked over to Levi. “Perhaps this one would be better?”

He cleared his throat. “Thank you.” He read a few lines. “You know I’m giving the go-ahead for electricity. So, soon you’ll have lights in here and I can get you a lamp for your room.”

You smiled a little. “I don’t need a lamp, but it’s amazing you’re investing in something good for the people.”

He nodded. “I hope to put it in all homes. People deserve it.”

You thought about your parents getting excited over a light in their house. “I can’t wait.”

He smiled at you and watched you return to your reading. “I’ll be quiet now. Sorry.”

“Do not be sorry. If you wish to talk, then talk.”

“Thank you.”

You fixed your dress and grabbed your bag with your things. You left your room and stood in the hall as you counted your coins for the carriage into the city. You quickened your pace down the hall and slammed into a warm chest. “Sorry!”

Levi caught you and hummed. “There you go again with falling into my arms.”

You laughed. “It keeps happening. I should stop.”

“I don’t mind it.” He looked you over. “You are not in uniform.”

You walked to the door. “That is because it is my day off. If that’s an issue, then I can change my day.”

Levi remembered that he needed to grasp opportunities with you. “I will come with.”

“Oh, but your majesty it is not possible. You clearly look like a royal.”

He cupped your face. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched him run up the stairs. “Oh, but I have a carriage!” You let out a long sigh and waited for Levi. You needed to go to the pickup point, but he seemed so excited to join you. You blushed a little when he returned with high-waisted trousers and a loose smart shirt tucked. “Oh.”

He skidded in front of you in his long boots allowing you to see his trousers were tucked into them. He pushed his hair back and placed a cap on his head. “There, I’m back into my normal clothes before I was crowned. I even have some money.”

“But you must be escorted by guards.”

“It’ll be okay.” He hurried to the door. “Come on.”

You walked as fast as possible out of the grounds. “Sorry for speed walking, but the carriage will be arriving soon.”

“You don’t go by horse?”

You looked over at him. “I don’t know how to ride one. I was never taught. When you spend all your time working in the palace, there’s no need to learn.” You stopped at the collection point and counted your coins again.

Levi closed your hand. “Put that away. I’ll pay for the ride.”

“Oh, but.”

“It’s alright.”

You watched him and admired how he looked in commoners’ things. You glanced at his chest to see his shirt had a bit of a deep V-neck. You saw his chest peeking through. You jumped when he softly said your name. “Y-Yes?”

He smiled at you. “You cannot call me your majesty around the city, so please call me Levi.”

Your cheeks burned hard. “I…I…I…”

He looked away as a grin started. “I am supposed to be undercover.”

You nodded. “I will try my best.”

“I work in the palace with you. I’m there to help install the electricity system.”

“Alright.” You waved to the carriage driver with and cart in the back with simple seats in the back. “Good day, Robert. Two please.”

He pulled on the reins. “Oh, you have a friend. Been a long time since I’ve seen you have company with you.”

“He’s new at the palace.”

Levi offered the money. “Thank you for providing this service.”

Robert smiled at the coins. “Pleasure. Hop on the back.”

Levi walked with you to the back and lifted you onto the carriage before he climbed on. He sat on his seat and slid closer to you. “Comfy?”

You smiled a little. “As comfy one can be.” You bumped against Levi when the carriage moved. “S-sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You fiddled with the skirt part of your dress. “May I ask something?”

He nodded. “Anything.”

“Why did you decide you want to come with me today?”

Levi gulped hard and didn’t want to admit that it was because he wanted to spend time with you. “Well, I need someone to give me a none biased tour of the city. If I were to have one as you know who, then I’ll be shown how wonderful this place is. With you, well, you will show me the real face of this city.”

“Why me?”

He leaned closer and smiled at you. “You were honest about the women people want me to marry and you presented a good idea. You don’t hold anything back. Everyone else is trying to kiss my ass and my parents are my cheerleaders. You speak the truth.”

You smiled a little. “I guess I do.”

He glanced at Robert. “Robert mentioned about it being a while you’ve been with someone.” He glanced back at you to see you blushing. “Do you have a lover?”

You shook your head as you remembered how lonely you had been. “No one.”

Levi hummed in thought. He didn’t want to admit he was happy you were single, so he tried to keep things on track. “Have you ever?”

You looked over at Levi. “If you are asking whether I have ever taken a lover, then yes. I have had two in the past and one I was intimate with.”

“We’re you happy?”

You shrugged. “I was not satisfied in the bedroom, but I was a little romantically.”

Levi’s cheeks burned at the bedroom mention. “Right.”

You smiled a little. “If you really want to know, we parted ways because he was needy for me and I could not provide him with the attention he desired. Long story short, I worked too much. When you live where you work it is hard to escape to be with someone.”

“I understand. It is a demanding position, even more so now.” He frowned a little in thought about how you’d worked nonstop for him. “I overwork you.”

“No, you don’t. You’re a great boss.”

“Thank you.”

You looked up and smiled when you saw the sea getting closer. “Almost here.”

Levi looked out at the sea and the houses along it. He turned his eyes to you and admired the look of pure delight on your face. He smiled as he enjoyed the view that was you. “Beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?” You turned to Levi. “I do adore part of the city by the sea.”

“Do you like the sea?”

You hummed as you nodded. “It feels so fresh here. Being in the palace and around it, you struggle to breathe sometimes.” You held your hand up. “Before you say, there is nothing that can be done. Rules are strict and I follow them closely.” You stood up and walked to the end of the carriage. You jumped down and waved to Robert. “Thank you! See you later when I go back.”

Robert smiled. “See you soon, pet!” He waved Levi over. “Lad, if you want to make that lady happy, she rather likes the ice cream they make here. She saves up her money to buy some.”

“Thank you for the tip.” Levi jumped off and sighed. “Now where do we go?”

You opened your satchel bag and retrieved a list. “I have a few things to get. I will meet you here in an hour.”

He frowned a little. “Do you not want me with you?”

“Oh, I thought that you might possibly be bored if you accompanied me.”

He put his hands in his pockets. “You presumed wrong.”

You blushed a little. “Forgive me.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

You gripped the strap of your bag. “Well, I must go to my regular cleaning shop. I am running low on soap.”

Levi perked up at the information. He loved your scent and going to this shop meant he could buy some so he could smell like you. “I would like to go with you.”

“Sure.” You walked down the path and noticed Levi was at your side and by the road. You smiled a little at him acting like a gentleman. You gasped when two guys ran past you causing you to fall into Levi. “Sorry.”

Levi held you close. “Tch, oi assholes!? Watch where you’re fucking going!” He looked down at you and lifted your head by your chin. “Are you alright?”

You nodded shyly as your senses were firing away from his touch and smell. “I am perfectly fine, thanks to you.”

He released you. “It is a good thing I was here to catch you.”

“I suppose you are right.” You smiled a little when he placed his hand on your back. “Will you be buying anything today?”

“If something catches my eye, then yes.”

You hummed and stopped at the shop. “I suppose I could show you things you could buy for your fiancée.”

He opened the door for you. “I’m not engaged.”

“Not yet.” You walked into the wood shop with a soothing scent of natural soaps. “I’ll get my things. Take a look around.”

Levi observed the shop to see plants in little corners that they could fit in. He admired the L-shaped counter with curved glass to protect the special soaps and creams. He saw a woman behind the counter cleaning up, who kept glancing over at Levi. He gave her a small nod before walking over to you as you checked the shelves. “Found what you’re looking for?”

You shook your head. “I can’t seem to find my usual.” You walked over to the counter. “Miss? I usually have a honey and milk soap and cleaning collection, but I don’t see it.”

She smiled. “We don’t usually sell it often. My mother told me about the maid that buys it. You must be her. She puts it in the back for you. I’ll go get it now.”

Levi raised his hand. “I would also like the same product.”

She bowed. “Of course, sir.”

You looked over at Levi. “You want them too?”

He blushed a little. “I rather like your soap and I wanted to give it a try. If there’s an issue, I can have something else.”

“Oh, no, no, there’s no issue. I’m flattered you like what I use. I hope you like it when you use it.”

“I will.” He wasn’t going to tell you he was going to think of you as he used it.

The woman returned with two paper bags. “Here you go.”

Levi opened his wallet and handed over the money for both. “Let me treat you.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you.”

He grabbed both bags from the woman. “Thank you.” He walked out of the shop with you and noticed on one bag there was a note. “What is this?”

You tugged it off and read it. “It seems you have a love note.”

Levi took it from you and read the woman’s words. “Tch, don’t want it.” He crumpled it up. “Is there somewhere I can dump it?”

You gasped and took it from him. “Some poor girl wrote her feelings out for you.”

“She was too young. I prefer ladies close to my age.” He looked over at you. “Such as you.”

You stared at the note. “Fine, fine. I will bin this for you.”

Levi watched you hurry over to a bin and get rid of the note. He hummed a little and saw the ice cream place. He waited for you to return to him before speaking. “I have an idea.”

You smiled a little at him. “What is it?”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you across the street to the beach shops. He ran along the decking as you looked out at the water and sand. He looked back at you and realised how he was holding your hand so tightly. He slowed down a little. “Sorry, I’m dragging you around.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You squeezed his hand. “You wanted to do something?”

He nodded and tugged you closer. “Here.”

You looked ahead to see the ice cream place. “Oh, I know this place.”

“I wanted to have some. Would you like to join me?”

You removed your hand from his and began playing with your bag as nerves swept over you like a strong tide. “I cannot afford the ice cream yet.”

“I will pay.”

You shook your head. “I have taken enough of your money.”

He saw the tears in your eyes. “Hey, hey, hey.” He rubbed your tears away with his gentle warm touch. “Do not shed a tear. This is a treat. You owe me nothing. Please, allow me to buy you this. I’m not asking anything in return.”

“But it is worth so much.”

“To me, your smile and happiness are worth more.”

You blushed as you gazed at Levi. “I…”

He pulled you close and held you tightly. “Let’s forget the ice cream. Shall we get something else? I do not want you to be saddened.”

You pulled back a little and sniffed. “No, no. I have overreacted. I forget that money is different between us.” You rubbed your tears. “I will accept an ice cream. B-but only a small one and a cheap flavour.”

He hummed a little in thought before approaching the kiosk. He bought a strawberry ice cream with lemon and some water. He returned to you with his collection of things. “Shall we sit on the beach?”

You lit up in delight. “Oh, please.” You hurried down the steps and onto the sand. You ran to a little spot where there was a bench. You whipped out a hankie and dusted it down before placing it down for Levi to sit on. “For you.”

Levi stared at the hankie. “Thank you. Is this so I don’t sit on something dirty?”

“Yes.”

He sat down and knew better than to argue. “Thank you.” He handed over a little wooden spoon. “To combat you, we will be sharing.”

You hummed. “You’re too smart for your own good.”

“I am.”

You ate some and wiggled in delight. “It’s perfect. I’ve never been able to have these flavours before. Were they on sale?”

Levi stared at you for a moment and decided to lie. “Yes.”

You smiled a little knowing Levi was lying to you to make you feel better. You carried on eating and hummed. “Thank you.”

Levi stared at you and knew he’d been caught. “You’re welcome.”

“You shouldn’t be so nice to me.”

“Why?”

You shrugged. “I might start thinking there’s more to it.”

He locked eyes with you as the spring ocean breeze wrapped around you both, but the cold did not move you because the heat was strong between you both. He glanced down at your plump lips. “What if there is?”

You whimpered a little. “Don’t.”

He slid closer. “Don’t what?”

You panted and gasped as his lips got close. “It’s not right.”

“Says who?”

You turned your head and slid away. “You must be teasing me.”

He let out a long sigh. “Why would you think that?”

You stood up. “I have more things to buy. You should finish your ice cream.”

“I can come with.”

You stared at him. “You should finish your ice cream.”

Levi got the hint and nodded. “Very well.”

You hurried away and went from shop to shop, but the more you went to, the more the guilt seeped in of leaving the Emperor all alone on a beach. You stopped by a nice little gift shop and bought a leather-bound bracelet as a sorry and a thank you. You returned to Levi to see him surrounded by women chatting him up. You felt a small sting in your heart, but the look of annoyance on Levi’s face changed the feelings inside you. You placed your hand on your chest and went pale when you realised you had just been a little jealous. You hated that you’d felt that way, that an emotion such as that had seeped into your very soul. You didn’t like it.

Levi called your name. He held your chin and raised your head. “Is everything alright?”

You pulled from his touch. “I change when I am with you and I am unsure of it all.” You shook your head. “Forget I said that.” You handed him your wrapped gift. “This is a thank you and sorry. Thank you for your company and for buying me things. Sorry for crying and being emotional. A lot of emotions have been stirred up inside me. You have changed me, or perhaps awoken the real me.” You hummed in thought. “Either way, I have not acted properly.”

He tilted his head as he processed your words. “Were you, perchance, jealous just now?”

You blushed bright red. “Wh-What?”

He smiled a little as you mumbled words. “It’s alright, I am teasing.” He unwrapped the gift and admired it. “This is wonderful, thank you.” He tied it on and smiled. “I will treasure it.”

“It’s not as extravagant as what you normally have. I cannot afford gold or silver things.”

“I adore it.”

You smiled before yawning a little. “I must get back. Do you need to stay?”

“No.”

You hurried along to the collection spot. “Then we’ll go home together.”

Levi hummed at the mention of going home with you. “Sure.”

You sighed as you waited and smiled when Robert turned up to drop people off. “Hello, Robert.”

He tapped his hat. “Miss, Sir, welcome aboard. I’ll take you back to the palace.”

Levi lifted you onto the carriage before climbing on and sitting next to you. “I enjoyed today.”

You yawned again. “Me too. Again, I am sorry for crying.”

“You should never be sorry for feeling something.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Okay, but still.”

He placed his hand on your back. “You cried because you were worried about money. You are not used to having much and being with someone well off is new to you. Just know that if you ever want something or need it, I will buy it for you. Just ask.”

You smiled a little. “You’re too kind to me.”

“I should be kinder. You do so much for me and my family. I know it’s just a job, but still.”

You hummed and leaned against Levi with your eyes closed. “More…than…a job.”

Levi blushed at your sleepy words. He looked down at you but saw you were out like a light. He sighed and put his arm around you to keep you close for the rest of the journey. He just wished it lasted forever.

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