(The ice room is a meeting/interrogation room aka The Tsaritsa's favorite meeting room for this book lol. )
Pantalone's Point of View
"Yes your Majesty, I wanted to have your permission before hand." I could hear my racing over the crackling of ice in the ice room. Her Majesty circled around me like a predator studying it's prey. Out of respect I did not look up from the cold floor, until she ordered me to.
"Look at me, Regrator."
I obeyed and looked at her, her icy gaze piercing right through me.
"You have never asked something like this of me, I'm pretty sure I made myself quite clear with my laws." "I know your majesty but-" "When did this begin?" "The Masquerade Ball." There was a few moments of silence as she continued to study me. "You have a one week trial. I expect only good words from Y/n."
"Thank you your Majesty-"
"But there will be no intercourse what so ever."
"Of course your Majesty, that wasn't my plan unless she wanted it."
Her eyebrow rose while I swallowed in nervousness. "Good. You are dismissed."I let out a sigh of relief once I stepped into the headquarters lounge room.
"Pantalone?"
I found Y/n and Samdrone staring at my shocked, confused, and pleased face.
"A one week trial.." Was all I could mutter out as my eyes locked onto Y/n's eyes.
Her mouth gaped open with a smile, running up to me and grasping my sleeves.
"Does that mean she said yes?"
"In a way yes, she does however want a report from you on the experience I think."
Y/n was quick to wrap her arms around my waist and squeezed while hugging me, I couldn't help but embrace her back.
She's so small, I don't mind slightly bending over to reach her though."Well we don't have much time, let's make the most of it." I scooped her up into my arms and whisked her away, her giggles echoed off the walls as I walked.
"So, what do we do now Lonie?"
I hum as our foreheads touched.
"I plan on doing exactly as her Majesty instructed. I'm going to treat you like a princess."Y/n's Point Of View
My cheeks burned red while I hid my face into his chest. The way he said that had my heart racing, and it sounded like music to my ears. I felt him place a kiss on the crown of my head, opening a door soon after. I took in the room he brought me too. The smell of parchment and ink was strong and the room itself was dark, it felt warm and welcoming. Stacks of Mora were in different places all around the room, with some smaller stacks on the desk next to parchment that has been written on. This must be Pantalone's office. The name plaque on the desk confirmed that easily.
Pantalone sat down on the leather couch with me in his lap. He picked up a match from the side table and struck it, lighting a fire. "Prepare to be pampered my princess." As he said that he set fire to some ingredients on a tray, letting a relaxing scent burn through the room.I can't believe we spent 3 hours talking about how we are gonna spoil each other, I already lost count of all the things he listed that he wanted to get me. I'm not in this for the money, but holy cow no way would I turn down a gift from him. I was already half asleep by now, resting against Pantalone who was also getting sleepy.
That is until the door was thrown open, startling us both."Pantalone, finally! Can i-"
"Childe, no. The reason I cut you off was because you blew your balance last year for that traveler you keep talking about."
I stirred in Pantalone's arms, groggy from being woken up. "Good job Childe, you woke Y/n up."And that's when he knew, he messed up.
Within the blink of an eye Pantalone was hot on Childe's tail, chasing him after ever so sweetly laying me down. Once it was quiet I found myself drifting off again.
When I woke back up Pantalone was in his chair behind the desk, writing things down.
Seeing him work was really sexy, especially with his glasses always sitting perfectly on his nose. The atmosphere was nice, I almost didn't want to get up and just nap here all day. I feel safe in here, with him.
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Pantalone : New Agenda
FanfictionLong chapters but not many chapters. In essence a oneshot or short story. A dance of chance at the Tsaritsa's Ball. Why she designed such a gathering, no one knows. Started: 11/29/23 Completed: 01/11/24