Steve collapsed, regaining the breath that had been taken from him after a rather vigorous sex session. Peggy now rolling onto him and kissing him deeply.
"You heard the good news then? Looks like you'll be seeing more of me now that I am to be your wife's lady in waiting". She smirked down at him.
He chuckled, and shifted underneath her to get more comfortable. "More than I already have? I didn't think that was possible?"
"At least you're safe in the knowledge that I can see to your every need after hours". She laughed and rolled off him, "that is, if you still want to continue this?"
He snorted. "Why the fuck wouldn't I?"
Peggy shrugged, "I don't know, you may decide your little virgin wife is more suited".
"I do prefer them untouched". He smirked, "But you know how I feel about you".
"I know, and I know why you have to do what you have to do".
He sighed. "I'm sorry..."
"It's alright". She told him softly. "I suppose she wins when it comes to rank..."
"It's not a game Peg, I have to think about the future and security of my Kingdom." He told her. "And believe me it hurts like hell that you can't be more of a part of it".
Peggy got out of bed and slipped her nightgown back on. "We just have to make the most of what we have, and I should be getting back before I'm missed". Securing her robe around her she slipped out of the room, back to her lodgings.
Steve lay staring at the ceiling for a while. They were both hurting, but for the sake of the Kingdom, this had to be done. He thought of Amberley's smile earlier that she had given him. How it had made her happy to have some form of freedom before she ventured into marriage with him.
Perhaps that was the key. A quiet life through mutual understanding.
His mind wandered back to the other evening when he'd almost had her, how she'd stood frozen, and yet he had felt her respond to his touch in another familiar way that other women had done so before her...
He began to pump at himself, thinking of all the things he could do to her.
And the best part?
He would get to take her innocence from her...
Grunting a little he spilled over his hand, coming down from the high he had just felt, and thoughts of the woman who dwelled in the chamber down the hallway faded along with it.
**
Amberley walked the market the next day, talking to the people and small children who came to admire her dress. One little girl had even given her flowers that she had recently picked.
Sam looked to Bucky, the pair following close behind but allowing her some space. "This normal in Wisconsin?" Sam asked, keeping a close eye on anything or anyone that could be see as a threat. Steve's order had been to keep her safe, and that is just what they would do.
"How the fuck should I know?" Bucky said, watching Amberley speak to an older woman at a jewellery stall. "But Steve allowed it, well, until she becomes Queen. I'm the commander of his army not a personal guard".
"Still counts as a rise in rank that you get to guard the future Queen".
"But still, she's not Queen yet".
"He trusts us to see that she's safe. That's enough for me - I'd be more offended if he asked that other kid, what's his name? The one that's become your squire? Peter?"
The pair began to laugh. Peter Parker was Bucky's squire and in their eyes? An easy target. Unfortunately all squires had a hard time, especially if Sam and Bucky were the ones giving it to them. They needed to harden and be moulded into the men that they would become.
Defenders of the King.
There was no room for the weak.
"We'll whip Parker into shape". Bucky grinned and went to stand nearer to Amberley. "It's a nice colour my lady". He noted the fabric she was looking at. "I mean I'm no expert..."
"Are you going from the experience of seeing a dress of similar colour on the floor of your chambers?" She threw him a look.
His mouth turned up into more of a grin. "What has my friend told you about me?"
"The King? Nothing...I was referring to Lady Romanoff". She mused
Bucky shook his head in disbelief. "It's...it's not..."
Amberley stopped him. "You do not need to explain, just...be good to her". Holding up some purple and gold fabric she sighed. "I had a dress made from similar...it was my favourite, the ones here are...nice, but I do not feel like me".
Bucky leant against the side of the stall. "What happened to it?"
Amberley stared at it. "Probably destroyed with my many other possessions when you took control of the city..." she smiled weakly to herself and out the fabric down. "Perhaps we should venture back, the heat is beginning to get to me a little".
Pushing himself from the stall, Bucky nodded to Sam and the pair walked back. The knight heading to Steve's chambers where his friend was busy frowning over various parchments on his desk.
He looked up as Bucky walked in. "Didn't think I'd see you today".
"Went to play guard duty to your future wife..."
"And how was that?"
Bucky nodded, "she's...quite reasonable. The people really took to her, one kid gave her flowers. They liked the fact that she was approachable. I think they feel all the better now for knowing who you're marrying".
"Well at least they do".
"She also said that she doesn't feel herself...the dresses given to her don't really make her feel that way".
"I see...so is there anything that would make her feel better about it?"
"New wardrobe. She likes rich colours from what I saw her choose, she told me about a dress she had that was purple and gold - similar material to one she was admiring".
Steve sat back and looked at him. "Go to the stall and buy the material, then take it to the seamstress so it can be made into a dress for her".
Bucky blinked. "That's rather generous of you". Catching the pouch of coins that Steve now chucked to him.
"I want it in time for the betrothal feast next week. Stress that to the seamstress, Amberley is not to know of this until it's brought to her for any adjustments that need to be made".
"Who are you and what have you done with Steve".
The King waved him away with a quiet laugh, "get your ass outta here and do something useful".
"You'd be lost without me!" Bucky called as he left.
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Wildflower (King!SteveRogers AU)
Fanfiction"It's a game...a dangerous one at that" When her father Phillip, Jarl of Wisconsin, dies in battle, his daughter Amberley is imprisoned, awaiting to suffer the same fate. Execution. However her captor, The High King of Brooklyn, Steven Rogers has ot...
