𝑯𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 (𝑩𝒆𝒚𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊)

𝟑𝟖✍

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𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

Bey spent the whole day with her father, learning more and more about him and her mother's struggles before they came to rule the underworld together.

It was a lot for the blonde to take in. But a lot of what was revealed to her explained so much of who she was – why her situation with Normani was as deep as it was.

Though the time spent with Mahershala served its purpose, Beyoncé was exhausted. It took all the energy she had left to trudge over to her chambers. But the sight she was met with gave her tired limbs a small boost.

There Normani was, laying her head on Taron's stomach as he laid asleep against the head of the bed. She was deeply immersed in the book she was currently reading.

Her chocolate pupils would slowly but intently scan the pages left to right as she read, her eyebrows furrowing just a tad in concentration.

The blonde found the sight adorable, but equally as sexy. Feeling her presence, the ebony looked up, her eyes shining as she smiled at her lover.

Bey smiled back before making her way over, crawling on the bed before giving the young one a kiss and laying her head on her chest. Normani smiled as she did away with her book, her fingers now dancing in her mate's hair.

"Hi..." she uttered softly, her gentle touch causing the blonde's limbs to decompress immediately.

"Hi, baby..." Bey replied, "...how was it today?"

"Good. I learned quite a bit."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm...apparently I'm mated to the literal spawn of Satan."

Beyoncé snorted a chuckle as she snuggled into Normani.

"Guess the cat's out the bag, now," she teased.

"So," Normani continued, "does that make you a demon princess?"

"When I was younger, yes. But because I'm the oldest of four, it now makes me the queen. One of them, at least."

The blonde could feel her lover perking up at the information.

"You have siblings?" the ebony asked.

Bey smiled before looking up at the young one.

"I do," she answered. "All girls. Don't worry, you'll meet them and my parents soon."

She melted at the look of anticipation on Normani's face.

"So, the other queens...are they your sisters?"

"No. My sisters never wanted to rule. I naturally took on that role myself. Hell's queendom is a triad. There are three of us. Me, Robyn, and Onika."

"Wait...ya'll aren't just regular roommates?"

"No, Babybird," Bey chuckled. "The three of us make up the sub-rule of the underworld. Which couldn't come into full effect until all of us imprinted."

Normani's eyes widened in realization. She now understood why everything happened the way it did – the connection she felt with Bey upon their first real encounter, the shift that everyone kept alluding to, the reason why she had to learn as much as she could about her new life. She was the lover of royalty.

"Is there a specific reason why they were chosen?" the ebony asked, referring to Robyn and Onika. "I can understand you coming into power. But Robyn and Onika aren't a part of your lineage, as far as I know."