F1 Reader Inserts

Transcending Time || CL16 {2}

Monaco, 1661
"Dear sister, I have a gift," Louis announced as he swept into the library, two courtiers hot on his heels.

You accepted the box with eyes narrowed in suspicion. Louis did nothing without reason and when you opened the lid you found a glittering tiara nestled inside. "It's exquisite," you gushed as you lifted it out and watched how the seven peaks, each adorned with a diamond, caught the morning light. With a sigh, you placed it back in the box and pushed it away. "But I do not want it."

"Oh heavens, why not?"

"Because it is not a gift," you muttered as you returned to the tale of Don Quixote. "It is a conciliation after you undoubtedly bear some ill news, so save us both the energy and keep them to yourself."

Louis tipped his head back with an irritated sigh before swiping the book from your lap. "Prince Wilheim is on his way from Marseille. You will be ready to receive him and should his matron deem you a suitable match you will be leaving with him. Is that understood?" He grabbed the tiara and pushed it roughly into your hair, the claws catching and ripping the strands painfully. "If I find this anywhere but on your head I will have the jeweller add a chain and lock to it."

You straightened the piece so it was a little more comfortable and kept the snide remark to yourself as you marched out of the library.

"Don't think you can run from this," Louis called after you. "You cannot escape your fate, little sister."

You didn't dare return home that night, you found shelter and warmth beneath Charles' body. The smooth rocks were only softened by the cloak he laid down for you but you could have laid on a bed of nails so long as it was him you were laying with.

"Is this alright, princess?" he asked again as his lips left a blazing trail across your skin until he was intimate with every scar and mark he could find.

"Yes, Charles, please, stop teasing me."

He gave you your wish as he reached the place where need pooled and your skin turned feverish with the salacious kiss, his tongue making stars dance across your vision. You were more drunk off him than the times you had indulged in too much wine, he was intoxicating.

"Are you sure?" he asked in a whisper as he hovered over your body, the stars decorating the skyline above.

"I have never been more certain of anything in my life. I love you, Charles." Pain flared as he entered you and he froze at the small whimper that escaped the lip you bit. It was already beginning to fade and you combed your fingers through his hair, tipping his head back to see he was torn between guilt and pleasure. "I'm alright. Don't stop, please."

He eased slowly into you and all the preparation he had done still was not enough with his size that stretched you. "I love you, princess," he swore as your bodies became one and he let you have a moment to adjust. "I love you more than life itself."

You gasped as you woke to the sun well above the horizon and Charles curled around your back, every inch of his body touching yours. "Shit, I'm late!" You panicked as you rushed to grab your dress and he rolled onto his back only to shoot upright with a jolt of pain.

"Ugh," he groaned sleepily as he grabbed the tiara, the sharp points leaving seven drops of blood welling where they had pierced his skin. "Don't forget this dangerous weapon, princess."

"Maybe I can stab the prince with it," you mused as you tucked it into your hair and stole one final kiss.

You turned and his deft fingers helped to lace the back of your dress together before he rested his chin on your shoulder and asked, "Which one?"