"𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞."
A STORY IN WHICH, you've never had a choice, especially not when you were forced to marry the future king of marley, 𝘻𝘦𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳.
things were difficult from the start, a foreign country a host...
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Two weeks passed where [Name] refused Zeke from stepping within ten feet from her.
He'd shown her more attention those past couple of weeks than he had done throughout their entire marriage, as the days passed dozens upon dozens of gifts pilled up on her doorstep. Bouquets of red roses riddled her room, despite her distaste towards that particular flower. And all types of dresses and jewels were strewn across her room, despite her insistent protests.
[Name] wrinkled her nose as a new set of gifts came flooding into her chambers, as maids quickly shuffled in with chests and chests filled with god-knows-what. Porco Galliard was the one at the forefront of the group and he looked up at [Name] nervously as she scanned him up and down with a flat look in her eyes.
"Your majesty," he began.
"Lord Galliard," she said with a low voice, and narrowed eyes. "I thought I told my dear husband to stop sending me all of these gifts." she smiled but it didn't reach her eyes, and she picked up the closest rag to her and threw it in the man's direction.
He caught the blue dress and looked down at the ground, before spitting out the words, Zeke had told him to recite.
"He insists on making his queen, happy."
"Happy?" her jaw clenched. "I'll be happy the minute he stops sending so many useless objects into my room. I barely have room to walk around anymore."
Ymir laughed behind her, and [Name] turned around to see her friend setting aside the dresses she wanted for herself... and she could hardly blame her, because unlike the dresses they owned now, the dresses Zeke had sent were cut in Paradisian style. Brighter colors, and more playful designs, much prettier than the outdated gowns Marley had to offer.
"I don't know [Name]," Ymir picked up a pale green dress, and her lips curled up. "If I were you I wouldn't take the king's kindness for granted."
Translation: Keep milking Zeke for everything he had to offer.
Name's rage swept over to her friend. "Keep talking, and I'll have your lips sewn shut, Ymir."
Ymir sighed and mumbled something under her breath before she kept scavenging through the jewelry.
"I'm sure you will enjoy this gift, your majesty, it's not a gown or jewels" Porco offered.
"Oh, please enlighten me, Lord Galliard." she spat, her voice laced with as much sarcasm as she could offer.
He took a deep breath before speaking, "Our King has gifted his wife a pure-bred white mare, shipped from your home country, Paradis."
"A horse?" she crossed her arms and looked up to see Porco's eyes wide with the hope that she finally accepted one of the gifts. Too bad she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of succeeding. "Leave my chambers at once."
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