I have never once regret loving you,
for loving you was my purpose.
Forgive me, my love.
We have chosen the wrong universe to entangle each other,
But we shouldn't worry,
as I'll find my way back to you.
I always will.
[Knight!könig x Royalty!reader]
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
WHELVE — to bury something deep; to hide.
𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯,
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴?
"Zephyr, you must remember your place in this society. You can not go about the Palace in such an improper way."
You deadpanned, looking at the head maid who spews yet again more nonsense as she tends to your hair.
"You mean speak my mind?"
She sighed, "No more of that."
"Right." You grumbled to yourself, closing your eyes shut in attempts of calming yourself. This hasn't been the first time you've been in trouble for voicing out what's right,
As an heir, they expect so much from you.
Even if it means lowering your pride, you have to abide. All for the image of the royal family, to not crease the graceful bloodline they've been protecting for years and years.
"This season, you are to attend the debutante, much less be a debutante yourself. This is your chance to fit yourself into high society, prove to them why you're the heir." She spoke, giving advice you should probably take though it only sounded cheesy to hear it.
"I am the heir only because I am the oldest," you respond with uninterested eyes. "If I had the choice, I would much rather be the glass child."
"Very well." She bows, placing the brush back on the vanity table. Giving a curtsy before she exits the room, leaving you to grumble alone.
"High society, preposterous, they're all power sucking mongrels lunging for fathers genitals to milk whatever wealth they can get."
You sighed, standing up to take a good look at yourself.
