Gross. [Reverse! Harem x Reincarnated! Male! Reader]

C. 4

You sat mutely in a golden chariot with your cousin. Fiona, Reaven, and Damien are all guarding the transportation against the outside. Though you wished one was in to prevent Medea from conversing so easily to you. Her voice, though you hated it, was pretty as it left her full lips, you and her both, while unluckily born as peasants, had both hit the gene jackpot.

"Aurelian is so nice, giving us a carriage home, and it's gorgeous. Don't you agree Y/n?"

It's a rigid nod but it appears to entertain her and she continues conversing.

"It must be so nice, being the Divine Preist. You have everything handed to you and not to mention the gorgeous girls launching themselves at your heels."

Finally, your eyes leave the window that they were glued to, attaching themselves to familiar fair skin. She notices that and smirks.

"Ah, that's right! You haven't made any attempt to grow the Holy Harem, have you? Still hung up on her?"

Huh? You don't know who's she talking about, maybe someone you would have cherished if you hadn't been more worried about keeping your head fastened to your shoulders.

Unfortunately, before you could ask about a likely forgotten flame, the carriage stops and Reaven opens the door, a refined smile on his face yet it didn't reach his eyes as he felt the tense air of the small coach.

"Your Divineness, and The Divine Preist's cousin, we've arrived at the temple."

Medea giggles, gently holding Reaven's hand that he had outstretched to assist you both as she stepped from the carriage, and she talks to him in a disgustingly sweet voice, much different from the slightly cold one she had spoken to you with just moments ago.

"Hello Reaven, I'm Medea. You seem very important to Y/n yet he never mentioned you."

Twice in one day, huh Medea? Do you wish to knock them down before building them up? Or do you simply want me to seem evil?

I'm afraid I have to tell you that I don't care anymore, you can have them once I'm done, just wait my cousin, be patient as I wait alongside you for, what I hope, the final curtain to drop and to finally be released of this perpetual limbo.

Reaven, akin to Damien, deflates at her words but still keeps his head high as he helps you out of the golden ride. He then waves over a random maid, whose name starts with a 'W' if you remember correctly, and assigns her to care for the new L/n.

"Willow,"

You smiled in another small victory.

"You see the girl next to the Divine? Take care of her, she's related to the Preist."

Willow, whose brown hair reaches down just past her knees, hurries to Medea's side and leads her to the east entrance of the temple. Medea, before leaving with the brunette, gives Reaven a polite handshake and tries to do the same for Damien but, probably because of the earlier exchange, he gives her a curt nod instead.

Reaven starts to speak once Medea is escorted, his voice holding both despair and hope, both likely for the fact he was told you didn't write about him. The only reason you didn't write to your family about was that you didn't write to them, not since you've started actually trying to stop your cousin. Reaven was so predictable.

"Your Divineness, since you've had such a stressful day, I'll have the help run a warm bath. Damien, make sure that the wine hasn't been tampered with. I'll read you any important letters while you relax."

A sigh leaves your lips, perhaps it was nice to be spoiled every now and then.

You relax into the milk bath that was prepared for you, the water warm helped you feel comfortable while bathing near Reaven and the milk added helped you hide from Reaven's shining gold eyes, and as well as help with the sweat that had dirted your skin. A few flowers danced elegantly around your body and the few oils that were added made it so much better.

Reaven, who wore a simple white ruffled shirt and grey pants, had a stack of letters next to him, reading each one as if you needed to hear every detail. The huge stack soon started to become smaller, but it appears as if your poor assistant was running out of steam. He, just like you, hadn't had much to eat and he also had to wake up earlier today to make sure you woke up.

"From the Prince of the Blessed Kingdom, he writes-"

He closes his eyes and jerks backwards after catching himself.

"Reaven, just tell me the gist, you and I both need to sleep."

"Yes, Your Divineness... He requested your presence... for his twenty-first birthday. Not the public one, the private ceremony."

Ah, you really were out for quite a long time, huh.

You can't wait for that rude king to be overthrown, but you need to be careful. Medea really loved seducing people with any amount of power, and the blessed kingdom had far too many resources to go unlooked.

"Ah, write back, agreeing. Now go rest."

Reaven nods, leaving the room to let you be dressed by the help. They dressed you in soft silk pyjamas, white and gold strips crossing over your ribs, they then brush out any knots that had made a home in your hair and work out any kinks in your back.

You exit the bathroom about to just collapse on your bed but you spot white hair on a pillow that rested on a coach.

You sigh, grabbing one of the many blankets that rested on your bed and gently laid it onto Reaven, who immediately reaches out for it in his tired stupor, he would never do this if he knew you were watching. You turn, barely getting underneath the covers that saved you from the cold that raged around the world, and snuggle into your pillow.

Rest was the thing that could give you a momentary release from limbo.

Goodnight Reaven.