For Evermore: taylor swift x harry styles ff

Oh Dear Stylinson- Chapter 1

Welcome to the fanfiction! I will be inserting various Taylor/ Harry references so do keep a lookout for easter eggs <3 each chapter will also have a specially selected song and feel free to suggest ideas for the story!

Song of the chapter: Evermore - Taylor Swift

King Liam knew that every monarch needed some peace and quiet to do their job, so he sent everybody out of the room before settling into his afternoon nap. His throne was as comfortable as any bed, and the room was pleasantly warmed by the crackling fireplace. The ruler of all Evermore soon drowsed into a deep sleep.

Until he stirred to the suffocating miasma of seawater and the sense that he was not alone. Instantly, he was awake, whipping his head around in an attempt to find the intruders. It was in vain. Whoever they were, they were fast, his only glimpses of them were the sheen of scales and a blur of flowing cloth before a deadly sharp fingernail lifted his chin. A jolt of fear flashed through King Liam as he stared into the eyes of a grinning Saphyr.

Dear Stylinson, he hadn't seen a Saphyr for years and years.

"Your Most High Majesty, Liam the Second, King of Evermore," she crooned, batting her silvery eyes. "For someone of such power, with such tales of bravery, you look quite... pale."

"How did- you- get in here-"

A sudden gust of winter chill blowing through the room gave him his answer.  Hartswold House, a supposedly impenetrable castle surrounded by elite soldiers, and a couple of Saphyrs just waltzed in through the window like they owned the place.

"Don't play with the king, Bella." Another Saphyr stood apart from them, glaring at her before stalking over. "He's like all your mortal toys, breaking at a touch. I want to save that till later."

"Whatever, Zayn," She pressed her nail deeper into his skin.

The King gulped. He could feel a thin trickle of blood running down his neck, imagining it staining a red flower on his doublet. Fear tightened his throat and instead of words, all he could form was an incoherent gurgle.

"Silence." Gigi growled, any trace of her initial condescending coquetry gone. She released the hapless king and licked her bloody talon, catching a drop of scarlet that threatened to drip on the floor. "King Liam, do you remember Gigi?"

"Gigi-?"

Nobody came to mind. He racked his brain, ran through a list of everyone he knew, but came up short.

At the king's fearful shake of his head, she slapped him with surprising strength.

"Think!" Roaring, her inhumanly aquiline features twisted in fury.

Was Gigi a Saphyr? One of those Saphyrs? For Stylinson's sake, there had been too many to even count, let alone individually recall.

"Her sister." Zayn's icy tone seemed to cut through the King like he was only so much air. "My wife. She used to be vivacious, joyous. She was beautiful." His voice softened almost imperceptibly, hardening again as he continued. "When she escaped, when she came back to us, she was a different person. Gee never spoke a word for months. She completely hid from others. We only found out what happened to her in the months she was gone when she left us a letter before hanging herself under the Hallow Tree. You ruined her life and crushed everything bright and beautiful out of her. And you don't even remember who she was. Now, we're here to seek revenge."

The proclamation was so ridiculous that King Liam managed to regain enough composure to laugh. "You don't believe that, do you? There are but two of you, and I only need to shout to send guards running to throw you both out by your webbed ears." he snorted. "But as my people know, I'm a compassionate king. If you leave quietly, I won't call them."

"What your people don't know is that their king is a liar, a predator," Bella said venomously. "Imagine what they will think, what they will do when they find out."

Gigi's death mattered nothing to King Liam. He felt no remorse. To him, Saphyr girls were merely pretty dolls or puppets, compelled to entertain him before being discarded and replaced. But the thought of the entire country finding out his secret sent waves of panic rushing over him. If the truth were to be revealed to them, he would be disgraced. Forced to abdicate, all power and respect gone. The tales of righteousness that built his pedestal would come crashing down.

There was nothing he wouldn't do to save his honour. To save himself. And the Saphyrs knew that. He was ensnared.

"What do you want?" The blood ran cold in his veins.

Zayn's grin was menacing, but it was Bella, her lips stained with his blood, that sent chills down his spine when she said, " Everything."