๊ฐ ๐ ๊ฑ + WICKED THRONE โ S. MANJIRO.
๊ฐ โ๏ธ ๊ฑ + f!reader. royal!au. rebel!au. enemies-to-lovers. romance. heavy angst. fluff. slow burn. character deaths. eventual smut. ooc!manjiro i write him the way i want to idc.
๊ฐ ๐ฌ ๊ฑ + this chapter has brief mentions of bullying. contains explicit smut: fingering. cunt slapping. slight dacryphilia. cunnilingus. clit stim. unprotected (obviously). ALSOโ i know some of you are gonna jump to the smut part (/j) but please read everything. there are so many details included in this chapter and i have worked on this for days so please donโt skip the parts. ;; listen to this song during ynโs dance. i accidentally deleted a compilation of ask last time so if i failed to answer, that is my explanation :D + thank you for taking the time to write feedbacks + reblogs + create MEMES! this prolly has mistakes here and there because i didnโt edit it thoroughly. nonetheless, i hope u will enjoy this chapter! 10000+ wc. (woah) + endless thanks to @harusick for letting me babble about wicked throne. youโre the best <33
CHAPTER TEN: FIRE IN THY DANCE.
โHow is your preparation for the Night of Clea?โ
A shudder fluttered to the tips of your toes at the Queen Dowagerโs question. You tamped it down as quickly as it arose, giving no room for anxiety as you tipped your cup and drank your tea.
Dabbing a clean cloth to the sides of your mouth, you looked at Queen Ylan sheepishly. โIt has not started, Your Grace. And much to my chagrin. I have been occupied with matters of the court.โ
The Queen flexed her hand while gripping the arm of her seat. Every inch of her screamed regal. Queen Ylanโs face had been beautified: cheeks rose-colored and healthy, lips daintily painted with a faint red hue. Her hair was downโ deep black and shining like silk. Manjiro mustโve taken from his mother in that department.
โI expect you have full knowledge about a queenโs duty to the goddess Clea,โ she said with exalted authority. โIn my first Night of Clea, I sang.โ
โAnd they said it was the most joyous sound of all,โ you added with a low, subservient voice.
It was a bright day. The skies were veiled by puffy clouds with birds flying across the expanse of it. From the covered veranda, you watched the seagulls screech and dove for their prey. Their long beaks held fishes between them.
Over the sloshing of waves, the Queen chuckled softly. โNo, it was not. I was without talent. I couldnโt dance nor sing, but I preferred the latter. It gladly worked.โ
