{WHO MADE ME A PRINCESS}
After getting reincarnated as Diana's younger brother, Y/N plots to save Anthanasia from her demise.
But what happens when trying to stop the Emperor turns into a blossoming romance and lustful rendezvous?
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🌸WARNING🌸
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Before the chapter starts, small reference for how your character is dressed. You're free to change it, it's just how I imagined it. Naturally I imagined him without guard equipment, but it's really your character.
Also I know these updates are super annoying since they always take a while. I just never have the motivation. I can't promise changes but I'll try to do better.
Oh and angst warning lmao
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You shut the door behind you, Claude looking back at the door as you entered. Same usual glare, staring through you. When did you become so weak to it?
"You got here quickly." Claude glanced for a moment, his pale hand being a leverage for his sharp jaw to lean on. "Don't lurk outside my quarters."
"Why? Scared I'll hear something I'm not supposed to?" You scoffed bitterly, raising a brow to match his attitude. You felt discomfort seeing Claude didn't give you attention, it made you feel invisible.
"Ah, there's the shrill voice I dreaded to hear." Claude turned away from you, taking a glass of wine from the table in front of him and sipping it.
You grimaced, crossing your arms and glaring. You leaned closer to him and stood behind him, he glanced at you and gestured you to lean down. He was so detestable.
His hands traced your jaw, almost caressing it before grabbing it and pulling it towards him, making you lean over his shoulder.
"You're much preferred when you're quiet. I regret not fixing this habit of yours earlier." His thumb glided gently over your bottom lip seductively. You felt your heart race frantically but forced yourself to look him straight in the eyes.
"And why didn't you?"
"Because you're tolerable when you're vocal in bed." He scoffed, a taunting smirk. Your face flushed and you averted your eyes for a moment from the embarrassment. His pride only grew larger at your reaction.
Placing the glass down, he encouraged you to come closer. You crawled over the sofa and then on top of him, your eyes glancing at the floor.
He pulled your face towards himself, capturing your tongue with his and pressing you against him. Your hands pushed against his chest, weakly grabbing his robes as you kissed.
His palms went to your hips, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You lost yourself in the kiss, the anger and frustration you felt gaining the release it needed.
You knew he was using you. You knew that you were only ever going to be the lowly concubine that he took an interest him, but it never mattered. As long as he would hold you this way, you were happy.
