project regina | emily prentiss x reader

eighteen

hello helloooooo! today is mexico's independence day, so y'all need to buy your friendly neighborhood author a coffee to celebrate. (kidding....not really🙂🫶)

we're only two chapters away until the end of the book. can y'all believe it?👀

not proofread because i was out dancing all last night, so my feet hurt and i'm tired🤗

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🇲🇽

TW: angst, fighting, jealousy, slight mentions of murder if you squint
word count: 3550

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Three weeks later:

Y/n had enough of the world around her. She had approximately three four-hour long meetings with various important people everyday. Y/n barely had time to breathe without being tossed a new contract, letter, or agreement to sign. She hated the pounding headache that came with this job. She applauded her grandmother for being able to make this look graceful.

On top of that, Emily had been distant this entire time. Y/n couldn't blame her. She had been trying to find comfort in someone who wasn't her. She had to flaunt and fawn over Stephen to the media to prove her strength to the public. Emily had a front row seat to this act. Although she knew the truth, it still hurt to see Y/n acting like she was head over heels for Stephen. They hadn't even had time for that dinner they previously planned to have together.

The wedding details also drove Y/n insane. It seemed like every five second Y/n was staring at another white piece of fabric, having flowers stuffed in her face for the scents, and given a sampling of the food to try. Salma didn't help by tying her into a wedding dress every chance she got to finish up some more details. Y/n could feel her throat tighten and patience thin out as each wedding detail was fixed. 

The queen walked out of the chambers and saw Julia walking towards the stairs.

"Julia," Y/n called out. Immediately, the woman stopped in her tracks and bowed her head. "Have you seen Agent Prentiss?"

"No, Your Majesty," Julia said and locked her hands in front of her. "The last time I saw her was this morning when you were heading to your parliament meeting. Shall I go look for her?"

"No, it's okay. I need to draft up a few things that I need her to look at," Y/n said and smiled forcefully. "If you manage to find her before I do, please tell her that I'm in my office. Thank you, Julia."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Julia said and bowed her head. Y/n didn't say anything else as she made her way through the hallways of the palace. She got to her office and shut the door behind her. Y/n sighed in relief at the sight of a chair and quickly sat in it. And just when she thought she'd have a moment's peace, she looked down at the finalized version of the wedding invitation that were already mailed out. Julia had left one on her desk for keepsake.

Walker Palace requests the honor of your presence at the wedding of Her Majesty, Queen Y/f/n of Nostia to His Grace, Duke Stephen Alexander Wells of Mertz. Saturday the fourteenth of may, two thousand and five at half past noon.

"Three days away," Y/n whispered and ran her finger over the ink. She refrained from tearing the invitation in half, as if that would accomplish anything. She tossed it to the corner of her desk, out of her direct line of sight.

The queen sat at the edge of her seat before reaching into her cabinet and grabbing a stack of papers. She thumbed through them until she finally got to the one she wanted.

A contract renewal.

Y/n got to work right away on making the adjustments to the contract. She didn't realize how much time she spent on it until she heard a knock at the door.