𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ ravenna; seduced

"Has anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are?" I question, looking at the flavourless starter on the table in front of me. For a place so highly regarded as rich, I have still to encounter their luxuries. But then again, maybe she's sitting right in front of me.

"Most people don't look me in the eyes at all." She hummed, spooning pea soup into her mouth. I look back up to her, slightly amused by her answer. She's so naïve, I see the way her guards look at her, the way her brother (of all people) looks at her. The fact is slightly disturbing.

"Seriously?" I ask, waving away the butlers and guards stationed around the hall. They know dismissal when they see it; each one slipping out of the door silently. I do wonder how she got them so well trained.

I remove my ruby and gold crown - starting to unpin my hair. Whichever maid decided to do this impractical style today would be fired by the time I'm home and hopefully will remain poor for the foreseeable future.

"Yes, I'm not considered as likeable as the Queen of Drulisk." She smirks back, watching the locks of my hair tumbling down my shoulders. Her spoon stays suspended in mid air and I see her breath hitch momentarily; a nicer woman would pretend not to notice.

"Oh don't flatter me Ravenna." I snide back. I know competition when I see it; which is why I intend to seduce the woman before me: to kill her would be such a waste. "We both know the only reason you think of me in such a high manner is because you're utterly infatuated with me."

She swallows hard and her face starts to gain the colour it so desperately needed. I slide my foot up her leg, lifting the layers of her pale blue dress and watching as the flush spreads to her ears. "I desire you if that's what you're insinuating. Nothing more nothing less." She admits, I remove my foot and take this submission as consent. Whether or not she directly gives it I do not care, I am Queen after all.

"Well then, I bet you would look so pretty under me, my raven." I whisper, appearing behind her in a plume of smoke. My hand slides round her neck, squeezing slightly. It earns a small gasp and a stream of profanities to leave her pretty lips.

Her head falls back on the chair, hair cascading down it's back to meet my eyes, her intellectual ability finally proving useful. Though I admit it's a little later than I thought. "You're a-"

"You didn't think you were the only sorceress hidden under the façade of a queen, did you now?" I hum, moving to straddle the considerably younger woman, "I am after all, many more years older than you my darling."

"How much older?" She asks after a moment of hesitation, as if the age difference matters much to her.

"100 or so years." She doesn't reply to this, heavy breaths filling the room as her body remains trapped under mine: legs holding my weight and my arms either side of her head - gripping the wooden chair.

Her face remains slightly flushed as I lean closer to her, however she remains respectful, arms stagnant either side of her seat waiting for permission. I grant it by fully closing the bridge between our lips.

Her mouth is desperate and her hands wander around my body - along my spine, into my hair, on my waist. I prefer mine to resemble a neckpiece, after all she does look gorgeous struggling for air beneath me. Oh how many ways I want to watch her suffer - to make her beg.

I pull the crown from atop her head, allowing it to settle behind me on the table. She continues to kiss me, dismissing the lack of oxygen, tounge sliding against my bottom lip. I deny her the privilege and squeeze her neck harder, cherry red nails drawing blood. It elicits a moan so despairing and guttural I want to fuck her right here, right now.

I push my tongue through the void her lamentations created. When she finally pulls away her lips are swollen and blue. As a reward I grant her the air she so desperately needs.

"Marry me Queen Y/N." She pleads after gaining her breath, burying her head in the crook of my neck, hands gripping my hips. I feel her start to suck on the skin, licking the place before her teeth tease small moans from my lips.

"All in good time my raven." I promise, allowing myself these few moments of bliss.