The Tailor's Bride | Trenderman x Reader

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝. 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎 | 𝙰 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎

Up the large staircase and down a long hall sat their room. Or, rather, rooms. Trender had requested a private room for (Y/n) (something Rowan wasn't too pleased about). (Y/n) wasn't very excited to be alone either.

"Goodnight." Trender states, leaving her alone in her room with her thoughts.

She had never had a room to herself and she certainly wasn't happy about having one now. She needed a source of warmth other than the blankets, a sign of life to battle her fear of abrupt death alone. (Y/n) wanted nothing more than to demand to share a room, but a pain in her chest said otherwise.

"He doesn't love me." She repeats the thought in a whisper, crossing her arms to hug herself as the tears finally welled and left her eyes. "No one loves me."

And though a part of her knew it to be wrong, she took what she had been given. The pitiful looks, being taken advantage of time and time again, only helped when an abuser was out of sight, a cold shoulder when her abuser was present. She wasn't loved, she was pitied.

A pit grew in her stomach: one that was black and broiling. It hurt, like a knife being repeatedly stabbed into her stomach and her heart ached and longed for that loving touch she had received barely a week ago. She wanted to feel that love again, and again, and again, until it was the only thing she knew.

However it wasn't love, it was sex. A sexual tension she couldn't deny, even if she knew denying it would have saved her this pain. The suffocation would kill her, at least one day.

For now, she pretends to not be drowning as she draws a bath and removed her dress. The beautiful green fabric gathered gracefully around her ankles as her garments were revealed. She gently raised up the fabric with her foot, then hanged it in the doorway.

Her bra left her breasts bare and her girdle revealed her plush skin. Her panties rolled down her thighs and were left discarded with whatever other excess clothing she had worn. Her naked form was centered in the mirror and all she could do was frown.

The warm water embraced her skin like a warm hug. Whatever love there was for her in this world, she now knew that it would never come from another living person. She was unlovable.

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"Knock knock!" Rowan announces as she opens the door to (Y/n)'s room. She found the bed untouched, her bag untouched, the room... empty.

She knew (Y/n) wasn't with Trender, for she stopped by Trender's room first. Rowan looked around, unable to find the woman. She then entered the bathroom, finding her naked beside the tub.

Her head rested against her knees, staring toward the cabinets of the sink. She looked cold, shivering without a towel in sight to dry the water off her body.

"Darling, what are you doing?" Rowan asks, kneeling beside the woman.

"My chest hurts..." she answers in a whisper. She trembled as the silent tears slid down her cheeks.

"Oh, darling. Come on, let's get you ready for bed." Rowan encourages, helping her off the floor. She gives her a once over, whatever injuries she had from her previous owner had either faded or scarred by now. What scars she did have were small and didn't obstruct the beauty of her bare skin.

Rowan sits the woman on the bed before she rifles through her things. She finds her panties and a nightgown, as well as her hairbrush. Rowan helps her dry off before helping her dress. After, she dries her hair as much as she could before just brushing the dark, wet locks of hair.

"Do you feel comfortable talking to me?" She asks, removing a few hairs from (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"I'm scared..." she answers, her hands in her lap.

"Why are you scared, my dear?" Rowan asks, drying her hair again before taking the brush back to it.

"I love him... but he doesn't love me. Now I'm cursed with heartache." (Y/n) answers, leaning her head back as a sigh slips past her lips. "Why did this happen? I've never felt this way before and now I never want to feel this way again."

"Don't say that. I don't think Trender meant what he said." Rowan answers. "You just need to remind him that you are his wife and deserve his love."

"You cannot make someone love you without a love potion." She answers, sounding dejected.

"Ok, well you need to at least sleep in the same bed as him again. You look miserable. You didn't look this miserable when you arrived." Rowan answers, turning her to face her. She frowns at the sight of (Y/n)'s red eyes and pout.

"Before I arrived I was convinced he might love me. Now I know he doesn't." A sob left her lips and her chest began to throb once more.

"Hey now... don't cry." Rowan hushes, wiping the tears off her cheek before they reached her chin.

(Y/n) only sobbed louder, her chest burning as she rest her face against Rowan's shoulder. Rowan embraced her in a hug, providing whatever comfort she could.

She felt awful for (Y/n). This woman who has never felt love, married off to a man who didn't love her, but she fell in love with him. It must be torture. Going from a bad situation to a better, yet bittersweet, one only to be suffocated by a new feeling she couldn't even express.

"You could always just show up? Tell him you had a bad dream and you don't want to be alone." Rowan suggests, rubbing (Y/n)'s shoulder in reassurance.

"B-but he wanted us separated." (Y/n) answers, sounding slightly confused by the suggestion.

"So what?" Rowan shrugs. "He's still your husband and you need comfort and it's his job to provide that."

After much convincing, (Y/n) makes her way to Trender's door. Her nerves were adorned to her skin, goosebumps covering her arms as she gently knocks on the door.

"Rowan. I said that I don't want—" Trender opens the door and (Y/n) shrinks into herself. Her chest tightening uncomfortably. "Oh, hello (Y/n)."

"H-husband." She states before her breath catches in her throat. She stammers, trying to get her point across, however she was unable to even utter a word. In her frustration, she starts to cry, standing there still gaping like a fish.

"(Y/n)..." he sighs. "Come on. Let's get settled."

She nods and enters the room, Trender guiding her to the bed. She climbs onto the bed and Trender joins her.

"What's wrong, (Y/n)?" He asks, brushing her (h/c) locks of hair away from her face. She sniffles and leans into his touch, keeping her eyes closed, afraid to look at him.

"I-I cannot tell you." She answers with a sob and soft gasp.

"And why not?" He asks.

"B-because I don't want you to be more upset with me." She answers, peaking her eyes open but still refusing to look at him. Trender tilts her head up and leans close to her, watching as her cheeks light up in a blush.

"I'm not upset. I just hope Rowan didn't put you up to this." He answers.

"H-how—?"

"Was this a scheme to be able to have sex with me? I know you're confused, but you don't have to come to me crying—"

"N-no! No sex! J-just..." she sighs and moves closer to him. "I-I had a bad thought... I couldn't deal with it alone, I-I'm sorry."

"(Y/n)..." Trender sighs, feeling guilty for suggesting intimacy. "You don't need to be sorry. I'm sorry. I should've known this would happen. You can stay with me."

(Y/n) nods, her cheeks flushed red but tears still in her eyes as her chest burns in self hatred for not being able to say what she wanted to. At least, she was back in his arms for now. He smelled nice and warmed her up perfectly.

"You look tired, my dear. Go to sleep." He suggests, caressing her cheek. Trender watches as she nods, caught in a daze as she slowly falls asleep. Squeezing her tighter, one thought crossed his mind:

He should have known this would happen.