one-shots

Imagine 12

(Inspired by king of scars)

You sit in the carriage staring at the young king. He had a personal mission he had to finish and obviously you didn't let him go alone. If something happened to him, his blood would be on your hands no matter what. He puts his hand through his soft hair, making it messier than it already was. He opens the first 3 buttons of his white button up shirt and pulling the sleeves up till his elbows. He just became 10 times more attractive if that even was possible. He leans back eyes on you and legs spread in the way they always are when he's at ease. You frown looking him up and down. "Are you seriously bored, my highness?",
"I'm never bored when I'm with you", he winks
"You almost died",
"But I didn't ",
"You could have been dead you idiot",
"Would you cry for me?", he says tilting his head to the side, eyes curious.
"Would you burry me and cry over my grave my love?", you stare at him, considering it. Would I? Would I cry?
"Your highness we are close", you hear the coachman say from outside. You sigh seeing the king smile your way. "Lets just get this over with",
You shrug your coat of, a beautiful shiny blue dress appearing. You ruffle your hair and when you look up you see the king staring your way. Eyes full with something you can't describe. "Beautiful" he murmurs scanning your face. He looks down once at the dress, but doesn't scan your body with hungry eyes, his eyes stay on your face and you appreciate it.

No matter how flirty he could be sometimes he never made you or anyone else feel uncomfortable. He always stayed respectful towards you and everyone else. You had to admit that you liked that about him. He was nothing like his father and you couldn't be more grateful. He opens his arms, eyes still full with that emotion you couldn't place. A big smile appearing. "Come here, my love", you roll your eyes sitting next to him. He puts one arm over your shoulder gently putting your head on his chest. He holds your hand with his other hand and puts his face in your hair. "Is this okay?" He murmurs against your hair. What a caring man, he almost made me blush. Almost. "Yes now shut up",
"You smell like the sea",
"You smell like gunpowder",
"I love the sea",
"I hate gunpowder",

You hear someone open the carriage. You can't see them, but you can feel their eyes on you. "My king", they say. "I see you've had a wild night",
"You have no idea", the kings laughs his hand in your hair rubbing your head. You liked it.
"Maybe I can borrow her for one day, let her show me what she can do", you freeze and you feel the kings body do the same. If you could kill him you would, but you can't. "Excuse you?", the king says, his voice stern now. Hard. "I said-", before they could finish their sentence you feel the hand that was on yours leave and you could hear the king grab his gun, pointing it at the guard. It was quiet, the only thing you could hear was the kings rapid heartbeat. He was mad. "Finish that sentence and you will never say anything again", goosebumps spread over your body hearing the kings voice. You never heard him talk so cold. You liked it. "Y-yes my highness pls excuse me",
"Close the door and leave",
"Yes my highness", you hear a click and feel the carriage move again. You look up moving a little away from him. You already miss his stupid warmth. "That wasn't needed, you know", you say crossing your arms. A king shouldn't act like that for a woman who isn't their queen. Too reckless. He looks your way, his face softening and his body relaxing. "You are right, I should have let you do it", you lean back looking out the window. "Just remember, my love", you hear him say.
"I would kill a man without thinking if it was for you",