Despite our discretion, by the next afternoon there were already rumors flitting about that Striker had spent the night in my rooms. Personally, I was certain it was the state of my dress that had tipped off the maids. Maids adored any sort of gossip and spread it like Hellfire every chance they got.
I had known there was some bit of gossip when the court was milling about the lawn, some playing croquet, some idly chatting. A few sidelong glances were enough to tell me that. I had vaguely wondered what far-fetched half lies one of the bored courtiers came up with this time.
I caught on when Lady Marchell quipped from behind her fan, "I heard your bodyguard has been guarding you extra well into the night, your Majesty."
At first, I felt a twinge of panic at being found out, but it quickly passed. These sinners had entered my court and expected me to lead them. Why should I fear what they thought of me?
Holding out my wine glass for a maid to refill, I replied with a sly smile, "Yes, I'm very fortunate. I realize we cannot all be so fortunate. Tell me, how do you cope, Lady Marchell?"
The look on her face was priceless.
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Heavy is the Head | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceHeavy 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.
