𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ ravenna; discomfort

"Finn, stop staring at me." I snipe at the blonde. Some would say his constant stare is a result of his distrust in me, a brotherly urge to protect his sister, the queen, Ravenna. But they also know I'm no threat to the monarch. Those who pay more attention would realise his intentions to be purely lustful. Something I can not and will not be returning.

"I'm not staring my Lady, merely observing." He grins. I grow nauseous, trying not to show my disgust. This man has no self control, and the hair. Oh my god, the hair. I don't even know what to say. Everything about him makes me ill. I continue to eat my soup in silence, the inability to keep it down, growing by the minute.

I can still feel his eyes burning into my side, wandering down my figure. I look up from my food - his eyes drag down to my breasts, and he smirks to himself, unaware of my gaze. I shiver - repulsed before I stand abruptly. He rises with me.

"If you'll excuse me, I have lost my appetite." I leave him at the table. The further away from him, the better. I don't hear his heavy footfalls behind me and sigh in relief.

It's not the first time he's looked at me like that, but recently, his attempts have become more....bold. The other day, he even went as far as to grab my waist as I dismounted my horse. And in front of Ravenna! Although, her back was turned, and she missed the whole encounter. The churning in my stomach returns at the thought of it. His whole existence is repulsive.

I told myself to let it slide the first few times, putting it up to mere coincidence that he slipped up around me. I told myself I'd make Ravenna aware if it continued much longer. But every time, I couldn't bring myself to do it. To hold her icy gaze, to tell her straight to her face that her own brother makes me uncomfortable.

But I can't handle it any longer. I drag myself to her throne room, the churning in my stomach changing to a more pleasant feeling. Butterflies? I don't know. The doors tower in front of me, and I take a nice deep breath. Raising my fist, I knocked twice. A long silence before the familiar, "Come in!"

I push open the wooden doors to find her seated upon her throne. Her golden hair cascades in waves down her shoulders, framing her face. Her iridescent completion - those full lips, defined cheekbones, perfect nose, and her blue eyes. I could live in those eyes, pools of blue as deep as an ocean. To accentuate her golden locks, she wears a black dress and crown - it sat perfectly poised on her head. This woman is going to be the death of me.

I move across the empty hall and curtsy lowly. "My Queen." I mumble. "I know you're busy, but I need to talk to you."

She hums as if in contemplation, although I already know she'll listen to my request. "Rise, darling." Her voice echoes through the room. I shiver like earlier, only this time out of pleasure at her seductive tone of voice.

I keep my head bowed and do as I'm told - only to feel her claw on my chin. She raises my head to meet her eyes, and I find her face only mere centimetres from mine. "What's the problem, my love?" I feel her cold breath across my lips. I shiver yet again.

"Finn, your highness." I speak, but it comes out as an unintentional whisper. Her hands find my waist, and I sigh at her touch, leaning into the pressure on my skin. She pulls me closer.

"What about him?" She hums again, a sound so deep it seems to come from the back of her throat.

"He's being rather unprofessional, getting a little too intrusive, My Queen." I whisper against her lips.

"I'll talk to him, my love." She says before closing the gap between our mouths. She moves backwards towards her throne with perfect practice. Her strong grip pulls me closer to her, and I straddle her lap, moaning in her mouth as she gently tugs on my hair.

Her mouth leaves mine, and I whine at its absence, only to feel it on my neck. I whimper at her touch as she bites, nipping my throat. I place my hands on her shoulders as one of hers trails down my figure. Her lips meet mine again. "Curse these dresses." She groans into my lips.

"Too much fabric for you is there, my dear?" I question, a smirk on my lips.

"Don't be such a tease, Y/N." I shiver at the way she says my name. I kiss her again, biting her lower lip. She moans into my mouth. I pull away with my last bit of self-respect.

"You'll talk to him, though? Finn? About making me...um... uncomfortable?" I question almost uncertainly. The discomfort he causes me is immense.

"Of course, my love. If I must, I'll throw him in the dungeon for a few days." She attaches her lips to mine yet again. The feeling never gets old. Her hands on my waist, in my hair. Lips on mine.

"Thank you, Ravenna. I love you." I whisper in her ear.

"I love you too." She says between kisses. "Now, let's get this dress off you."