Loving A Heartless King (Nozel Silva x fem reader)

I Want You, Not A Dress!

Three months passed since Nozel made the announcement that he's gonna marry (Y/N). Since then, (Y/N) had a very busy schedule and could barely see Nozel. He was coming late night, when she was asleep and waking up early in the morning before she woke up.

She was living like a queen but she wasn't even queen yet. The wedding was still two months away. A wedding that was making her uneasier each day.

One morning, doors crashed open and four maids paraded in, each wearing the same draping robe. They were led by a tall, tan woman with shiny eyes, wearing a shimy red lipstick and wild black hair barely cooped by a turban. She carriedn a leather-bound notebook in one hand and in the other, a feather-pen so long it looked like a whip.

"Today's schedule is: breakfast with the wedding florist at seven in the Dining Room, then meetings with tailor candidates in twenty-minute intervals to decide who should stitch the wedding linens. At nine, you'll visit the Zoo to pick the official wedding doves. They have several species, each a varying shade of white..." she was saying, but (Y/N) could barely listen, because two of the maids had hoisted her with out of bed and were already scrubbing her with scalding towels, while the third one shoved a toothbrush in her mouth and the last one was making (Y/N)'s makeup.

"...followed by a lunch fundraiser at the Rose Club, where you'll read a storybook to children of rich nobles whose donations will repairthe West Bridge which was destroyed by a storm last month..."

"Um, Lady Gremlaine? Is there time for me to see Nozel today?" muffled (Y/N) beneath a blue gown the women were tugging over her. "We haven't had a meal alone in ages..."

"After lunch, you'll begin waltz lessons to prepare for your wedding dance, then etiquette training so you won't make a mess of yourself at the wedding feast, and finally, history class about the triumphs and disasters of royal weddings past so that yours might end in the annals of the first rather than the last." Lady Gremlaine finished.

(Y/N) gritted her teeth as her maids finished with her hair and makeup.

"Dancing, etiquette, history... they are so many! Could we please exclude the history part? I don't think it is necessary for making a good wedding."

Lady Gremlaine raised her eyes to (Y/N). She snapped her book shut. Unlike Margaret, Lady Gremlaine was was cold and cruel like a witch.

"Well, since you have no further questions, your chambermaids here will see that you get to your breakfast on time." she said turning for the door. " The king needs me by his side every possible moment..."

"I'd like to see Nozel today!" (Y/N) insisted. "Please add it to my schedule."

Lady Gremlaine stopped cold and turned, her lips a tight red sleash. The chambermaids subtly backed away from (Y/N).

"I'd say you saw more than enough of him last night." Lady Gremlaine said. "The king is too busy to come see you everytime you want."

"I know that he's busy, but last night I could barely take a glimpse on him. Please, just for today. I am his queen."

"Not yet" Lady Gremlaine said coolly.

"I will be after the wedding ." (Y/N) challenged. " A wedding which I spend all my time planning like some brainless biddy when I'd rather be with Nozel, helping him run the kingdom of which he is the king. And seeing that you're the Chief Steward in service to the king and future queen, surely that's something you can arrange. I want to help him. Nozel and I are supposed to be a team..."

"Then why hasn't he ever asked to see you?" Lady Gremlaine said and (Y/N) flinched. "In fact, except for last week when he asked me how were you doing last week, the king hasn't mentioned your name once." she added.

(Y/N) said nothing.

"You see, I'm afraid King Nozel has better things to do such as trying to convince the citizens that you're not the witch Lord Lockwood keeps saying you are in time for the wedding. A wedding that must be so magnifisent, so memorable, so inspiring that it will erase all doubts that rose from your humiliating reputation. And it is a wedding that, per thousands of years of tradition, is up to the future queen to plan. That's your job. That's how you can help your king." She leaned in, her nose almost touching (Y/N)'s. "But if you would like me to tell King Nozel that you find your responsibilities beneath you and that you have questioned every one of our decisions, down to the colors of your wardrobe, the importance of baths, and your choice of your footwear, and now, on top of that, would like him to interrupt his urgent efforts to prove your innocence so he can make you feel part of a team... Let's see what he has to say."

(Y/N) swallowed, her neck rashing red. Her eyes drifted down to her clumps.

"No... that's okay. I'm sure I'll see him tomorrow." she said softly, looking back up, but Lady Gremlaine was gone and all that was left were her minions, ready to whisk the princess to a breakfast she would have no time to eat.

After a week, (Y/N) was thinking to turn a runaway bride. She'd endured weeks of this with a forced smile, the same deadly dull routine of inspecting a thousand place cards and cakes and candles and centerpieces, even though they all looked the same to her and she'd be happy marrying Nozel in a bat cave with no guests, just the two of them.

Lady Gremlaine always seemed determined to humiliate (Y/N) with each day's schedule, whether making her sing the anthem at the Kingdoms Soccer Cup (even the Silver Eagle team covered their ears) or ride a horse at the Spring Fair (it bucked her into a mound of poo) or kiss the highest bidder in an auction (fortunately, when she was about to kiss him, she dogded him and he kissed Lady Gremlaine instead who was watching behind (Y/N)).

Margaret was supposed to help (Y/N) with her shedule, but, she being very old, she had some health problems which forced her to retire early. Lady Gremlaine, who was the Vice-Chief Steward, took her place and, since then, no one (except Nozel) dared to disobey her.

Knowing this, (Y/N) had tried to befriend her steward, but Lady Gremlaine hated her at first sight. (Y/N) had no idea why, but clearly the woman didn't want her marrying Silver Eagle's king. It was as if Lady Gremlaine though if she just tried hard enough, (Y/N) would give up her groom before wedding.

Nozel didn't know how much (Y/N) was suffering. He always asked Lady Gremlaine about (Y/N) and she was always saying that she was doing well. He hadn't time to check on her everyday because he was too busy trying to clarify to its citizens that (Y/N) wasn't a witch.

It all started after the interview with (Y/N) was published. Bella's father, the mayor of the Kean Village, to avenge her daughter, made everyone believe that (Y/N) was a witch who cursed the king to fall in love with her so she could make them her slaves.

Even after 3 months of hardwork, some people still believed that rumor and destroyed some proper ties and even went on a hunger strike to force Nozel cancel the wedding.

Those months were a hell for Nozel, but he had no other choice but to endure them to restore the peace.

When it was Christmas, (Y/N) was waiting for Nozel to come in their bedroom. On that day, Nozel promised her that they will spend the Christmas togheter. She waited all day, but he didn't come. Instead, Lady Gremlaine came caring a box.

"Unfortunately, His Majesty is too busy to spend the Christmas with you so he asked me to give you this." Lady Gremlaine said and gave her the box. "Marry Christmas!" she said and left.

(Y/N) opened the box and inside it was a red dress. It was a beautiful one, but (Y/N) wasn't satisfied. She threw the dress on the couch and started crying.

"You promised me you'll stay with me today. Do you think I can forgive you because you brought me a stupid dress? I WANT YOU, NOT A DRESS!" she said screaming.