INDULGENCE - KILLER X READER (Medieval AU)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Tourney

***PRINCESS (Y/N) POV***

"Your Grace, please, at least try to look like you are having a good time."

I shot Lucci a glare before heaving a dramatic sigh, forcing a fake smile to my face. Just like every other tourney, I was not permitted to explore and have fun. Instead, I had to sit and look pretty. Every single time.

"Lucci, it would hardly kill me to take a walk and look around. Killer would be accompanying me, and-"
"And His Highness would throw an absolute fit. Please, for once in your life, Princess, don't be difficult."

I took great offence to that. I was hardly ever difficult. Well, I did complain a lot, and try to do things I wasn't supposed to, and technically I had crept away in the middle of the night to explore the city with Lord Marco, but I wouldn't say I was difficult.

This was the third day of the Tourney, and I was sick to death of just sitting there. Trafalgar and Perospero had already gone against each other, as had Marco and Koby, the former in both instances emerging victorious. Doflamingo had, by no surprise, been permitted to go straight to the deciding round, as he held many titles when it came to jousting. I hardly found that fair, either.

"Fine, then would you be kind enough as to go retrieve me some food? I can smell roasting meat and I would like to try it." I looked up at the advisor hopefully, but his expression told me it was in vain.
"The food of these commoners is not fit for your refined palette, Your Grace. Perhaps some wine, instead?"

Since when is roasted meat not refined?!

Slumping in my seat, I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Very well..." I squeaked when Lucci placed his forefingers beneath my chin, slowly lifting me to sit upright again.
"Posture, Your Grace." He tutted, waiting until I had straightened up again. "I shall return shortly. Please, could you just behave? The final rounds begin on the half hour, then once the announcement of your hand is made you are free to lounge as you wish."

The second Lucci was out of sight I slumped back again, resisting the urge to kick my feet and whine like a whelp. Killer shifted a little closer, from where he had been standing by the mouth of the tent, hands behind his back.
"Did you want me to go and get some meat for you, Your Grace?"

I was touched by his offer, but I sighed, shaking my head even though I really wanted to accept.
"Thank you, Killer, but I would not wish for you to get into strife. I will simply wither away into nothing whilst I wait for this hell to be done with..."

Killer puffed out his form of a chuckle through his nose, his helmet kind of tilting towards me as he glanced down at my form.
"If you're sure, Your Grace." He was quiet for a short while, watching the door to the tent. "Who are you hoping wins the Tourney?"

I didn't even need to think about my answer. I already knew exactly who I wanted to emerge victorious.
"Marco, of course. I have nothing against Trafalgar, but he seems unwilling, and I hardly know him. Doflamingo, on the other hand..."

I would rather choke on sewerage.

That was what had me really worried. If Doflamingo won, that would mean my father would put a lot more pressure on me to choose him as my king consort. Still, I would hold firm. Marco was the only suitable option, and at the very least I was comfortable with him.

"So you'll be offering Ser Marco your favour, then?" Killer queried, and I looked up at him, a little surprised that he was curious about it. Reaching up to my neck, I removed the delicate chain that held a small, silver pendant, in the shape of a diamond. It was my favourite piece of jewellery, because it was hardly extravagant, unlike other things I was often forced to wear.