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𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ~ Shadamy

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(None) just fluff :3

Summary: alternative universe ~ Royalty
King! Shadow prefers to spend his time with his queen to be, Amy.

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Shadow finds her out on the grounds, tucked away at the edge where the manicured gardens give way to a rough forest. The weather has been turbulent, but for the first time since the coup, there's enough sun to stand outside the castle longer than a scant few minutes. She'd said that morning that she planned to venture out, now that early spring flowers were beginning to bloom.

She's cloaked in heavy furs, layers of skirts and wool protecting you from the cold, all elaborate garments that he's gifted you. It's adorable (satisfying) to see her dressed up in his presents. He tells her as much when he finds her and delves into the treeline long before she sees him so that he can sneak up upon her and whisper it into her ear to make her yelp and jump away.

"You mongrel," she accuses with wide eyes and a hand on her heart as she works to steady her breathing. "Have you no respect for your future wife?"

"Ah, she admits it readily now? Progress."

Her face twists as if someone has struck her. He chooses to ignore it and drops to sit sprawled out on the grass, beckoning unabashedly for her to join him on his lap. She won't relent, he's well aware, but he'll have his desires known either way.

"Presumptuous," she says. He'd die a happy man if she kissed him as many times as she called him that, but in lack of the former, he'll be content with the latter.

"Sit with me, my queen. I've missed you."

"I am not yet your queen, Shadow," she corrects out of obligation. "You saw me an hour ago, we ate together."

"Ah, but every moment apart is agony." Shadow wonders if you know how serious he is beneath the breezy tone. From the way she wrinkles your nose, he doubts it.

"You have a meeting with your advisors now. You should not be out here."

He pouts. "But you're out here, and if I have to spend more time with those old fools than you today then I'll throw a tantrum tomorrow."

She rolls your eyes, and lets out a sigh that sounds long-suffering, but you shift her skirts and ease herself down to sit gracefully before him with her legs tucked next to you. His threats aren't empty and she knows it.

"Fine." She looks down as if inspecting the grass, spreading her fingers along the blades as she began to pluck wildflowers. Then she pauses and glances up at him. "Remove those... oh, whatever they are. Let me see your eyes unhindered, at least."

"Anything for my darling bride," he coos at her, immediately doing as asked. He'd have done so anyway, if only to watch her lose herself in staring when he reveals his eyes, catching herself once he blinks and snapping her head back to the ground to busy herself once more with plucking her blooms.

"How do you see a thing through those," she grumbles lowly, certainly just to break yourself from being flustered. It works too well; Shadow immediately jumps on the chance she's given him.

"Would you like to try them?" he asks, but doesn't wait for a response, mind already conjuring an image of you draped in every golden chain and precious stone gracing his chambers.