"How do they enjoy this?" Striker asked from where he stood at my shoulder. Below where I sat on the dais, couples danced and gossiped about each other. I had been to dozens of these social events, but having someone who I could say more than mundane pleasantries to was refreshing.
I glanced up to see Striker scan the crowd for any suspicious activity. He was dressed in a tailored solid black suit. Though it was a simple outfit by the standards of a court, it suited him well.
I myself had chosen a beautiful black gown with silver embellishments (pictured below). It had taken my maids several hours to get my hair and makeup completed. I felt like a doll on display.
"It's a chance to shake up the boring routine," I answered his question, watching as a portly sinner in a disheveled suit waddled up towards the dais. Lord Lyle always asked for a dance at these sorts of functions, a task I despised. After all, who wanted to dance with someone who permanently smelled like rotting onions and only could talk about their poodles?
"Your Majesty, may I have..." Lord Lyle began.
"I'm afraid the queen isn't free," Striker interrupted, holding out his own hand for me to take. I looked up to see a coy smile on his face, "Her Majesty was just getting ready to dance with me."
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Heavy is the Head | A Striker x Reader Story
RomansaHeavy is the head who wears the crown. And heavy is the heart yearning for love. From the creator of Big Cats and Cowboys, Ma'at in Hell, and others. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its amazing characters. I'm just a fan who likes to write.
