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ii | my queen

- 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 • A / N
hey :)

JANE carried herself briskly down the halls, her hand gripped tight around her black handbag's handle resting on her shoulder. Her head remained down, her eyes focused on the dancing pattern across the carpet.

"Hey, Seymour. You look upset, tired, like you need a good night in. Why don't you come back to mine?" A tall man, sporting a ginger combover, lingered in the corridor.

"You look like you need to stop hitting on women who have made it clear they haven't got the slightest interest in you." Her gaze remained rooted in the ground, her feet joining it. A dry laugh fell from the roof of his tongue.

"Look, come to mine, as friends, we can watch a film, as friends, and maybe you see I'm not as bad as you think," He sighed, "Jane, love, you're beautiful, you deserve to be appreciated," the non-committal smile from the young woman was seeming not enough of a rejection for him. He leant back and pushed open his apartment door. "It's clean, and smells of fresh washing. Come on Jane. I know for a fact you don't have anything better to do,"

He wasn't wrong: she didn't have anything better to do, or anything to do at all.

"Don't lock the door," The blonde whispered as she dipped her head under the threshold. She let her bag slide down her arm, it falling to the floor. Tears welling in her ducts, she forced herself to the sofa, curling up as much as she could while remaining discreet into the back.

"Hey, you look, uncomfortable-"

"Hmm let me think, I'm scared. I'm in a apartment alone late at night with my ex husband who beheaded two of his wives, who threatened to behead me. Our marriage was just there for you to sleep with me and you don't be seem to accept no for an answer," Jane shut her eyes, the back cushion blindfolding her.

Henry sighed, and raised his hand to her head, brushing a gentle strand of blonde locks out her view line.

"Different time, different place, different priorities. I'm not a king anymore, I can focus on my queen now." He bowed his head, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "You're safe now, princess," his arm slithered around her waist, pulling her close to his torso.

Safety.

Something Jane hadn't felt in a long time.

Cold, confused and defeated, she rolled over, using his chest to rest her head on. He was fighting for her. And not in an alpha male, primitive punch up for who gets to sleep with her. Fighting her negative feelings about him.

"I have to be back by 10," she whispered, a few shakes still clinging to her voice.

"And for 10 you will be back. I'll walk you so we both know you're safe." He tightened his grip around her waist.

For all she knew, this was love.