pairing: head knight!jeno x monarch!reader (reader has genitals attributed to those considered biologically female but no pronouns are actually used)
genre: fluff, mild angst (they discuss an oncoming battle they must prepare for), smut (itโs mostly smut)
warnings & notes (nonsexual): mentions of war/battle, mentions of injuries retained from past skirmishes, jeno is as tall as you need him to be in order to rest your head against his chest without leaning down, itโs kind of cheesy tbh they are disgustingly head-over-heels in love with each other, also a peryton is a fantasy creature thatโs essentially a stag + a bird, also i know yโall must be tired of royalty aus but i swear this is almost pwp (except thereโs context so thereโs plot) so give it a chance (if youโre legal) i guess
warnings & notes (sexual): oral (giving and receiving for both parties), fingering (reader receives), spit kink (lmao sorry), general messiness honestly, mild knife kink (no blood drawn, he just uses a dagger to tear apart clothing), gratuitous usage of the name โlionheartโ, jeno has a big dick because i cannot stop myself from doing that to yโall for some reason, some choking
the soft hours of twilight have their holds on you, chilling you to your bones even as you pull the heavy fur cape tighter around your body. you shouldโve pulled something over your thin nightgown, you suppose, something to act as a middle layer between silk and skin and peryton fur, but itโs too late for that. youโre already out on your private balcony, overlooking a kingdom youโd do anything to see the sun rise on day after day.ย
far, far past the outskirts of your humble realm, barely visible to your own eye, an unsettlingly large camp of soldiers is finishing setting up camp for the night. you watch as tiny, tiny orange pinpricks - no doubt the fires theyโd set to make food, to alert you of their presence - begin to get snuffed out. finally, they sleep.
if you were any worse of a person, of a ruler, you would send your army after them now, hours before the battle is set. perhaps, if you were any less selfish, you would do so regardless of keeping your status as a good and just monarch. if you were any less selfish, you would shake awake the love of your life and hand him his cape after shedding it from your shoulders. you would tell him to rouse his men and women, to arm them to their teeth, and to fight for what is right using means that are entirely wrong.ย
as if privy to your thoughts, your head knight stirs in the too-large bed behind you. you turn just in time to see him sit up and twist his body left, right, left as he stretches to rid himself of sleep. itโs too late - or maybe too early - for either of you to be awake. maybe you should have stayed within his warm embrace rather than gotten out of bed to size up the army of the kingdom of crithage.ย
even now, you canโt help but strategize, at least on a basic level. crithagians are unused to the cold of your beautiful - but often frigid - ekoria. they wonโt expect your people to fall upon them from the icy cliffs that surround their camp, nor will they be able to see over the oncoming blizzard your royal sky-reader has predicted. she has not been incorrect in many, many years. ekorians have, over the years, grown accustomed to heavy snows, among other weather phenomenon, so your armyโs visual acuity is not to be questioned.ย
that, and your troops are in the hands of the best warrior ekoria has ever had.
