By that evening, the entire court knew about the "special favor" I showed my bodyguard. There was a shift in the air as I retired to my own chambers after dinner and several rounds of cards. It was like they were waiting to see if he would be the only one admitted to my rooms.
Naturally, several maids attended me, and I could feel them watching me as they prepared the bed and set out some herbal tea before bowing and leaving for the night. I knew that they would report that Striker and I were left alone to the waiting servants. From there, the servants would tell their respective masters and mistresses the next morning before breakfast.
"Will you stay tonight?" I asked him, pouring myself a cup of tea. Striker was standing by the window, his usual spot where he could see out into the courtyard below. He turned, giving me a lazy grin.
"Did the court not have enough to gossip about today?" He teased.
I couldn't help but smile over the rim of my cup, "I actually found the idea of being the center of court gossip entertaining."
Striker held out his hand, "Then come on, Darlin'. Let's go to Bed."
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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.
