Yours Forever [MoonSun]

Chapter 1

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Warnings to avoid misunderstandings, you must be of legal age to read this, the story contains vulgar language, explicit scenes and g!p or futanari.

Moonbyul looked out the window pane, watching the snow blanket the thickened evergreen trees outside. This morning had been so tranquil, a mildly chilly Winter day as she accompanied her Queen on an ordinary stroll. She wasn't expecting the snowstorm to pick up from out of the blue.

–It doesn't look like it'll let up anytime soon– she said as the wind only blew harder through the forest. She backed away and studied the rest of the cozy little cottage, grateful that before the snowstorm was in full swing they found such hospitable refuge. It almost seemed like some god-sent miracle from the heavens. She paced a few feet forward, stopping short once she reached her Queen by the fireplace.

From a distance all Moonbyul could do was admire the way her long, black hair was neatly placed to one side, revealing the slight exposure of her slender neck. The glimmer of gold from her regal crown was all it took for Moonbyul to break contact. She tugged at the her collar, suddenly feeling the fabric wrap around her throat like a dog's leash rather than the King's Guard uniform.

–I must apologize Milady, the signs were there. The clouds-

Queen Yongsun looked up from her seat by the fireplace and waved her hand.

–Moonbyul it's alright, you didn't see it coming. I don't think anyone did– She flashed her a small smile and gestured for her to sit. She had a feeling it was going to be a long, cold night ahead of them.

Silence ensued thereafter as they both watched the flames illuminate the room.

–How are you faring?– Yongsun finally asked, her eyes meeting Moonbyul's almost instantly.

The firelight danced across Moonbyul's cheek as she focused on her Queen's blue irises. They were eyes she'd known for many years, ever since her fated rescue.

–Fine, I guess– She didn't sound too sure with her own response.

It didn't take long for Yongsun to sense Moonbyul's unusually distraught demeanor. Her eyes were downcast, lips sealed tight in a firm line, void of the signature rakish grin she donned. Yongsun couldn't blame her, these past weeks were full of tension, mostly between the two of them. Their current situation didn't make things any better, but she refused to allow this night go by just like any other. This would be the perfect opportunity for them to talk and work things out. Yongsun intertwined her fingers together and took a deep breath.

–Do you still remember the first time we met?–

Moonbyul remained quiet for a moment before forcing out a small grin.

–Of course. I don't think I'll ever forget–

Yongsun softened her eyes at Moonbyul. She'd been through so much growing up. After her village was plundered and burned down by raiding thieves from their warring neighbors, Moonbyul was the lone survivor of it all. Left with no family and no noble lineage, she was brought into the castle by her father's mercy.

–My father summoned you into the throne room, but he wasn't there–

Moonbyul grinned at that.

–You know, it felt so surreal, as though it were some elaborate hoax or dream–

–You were fortunate enough that no one was there to see you assume the throne. Had there been anyone else but me in the room they'd have had your head– Yongsun reminded her.

Moonbyul laughed lightly.

–I would've been convinced if you were the one to take it– She could still remember a younger Yongsun fuming upon seeing such a sight.