Author's note: Part 3 is finally done! I'm sorry this took so long and is short, but life happens! Just wanted to use this as proof of life and if anyone would like to see this turned into a full short story, let me know!
Summary: As the only princess to the Ostonian Empire, you have always known that your duty was to your people. Therefore, as tensions between the Eastern Empire and Western Kingdom escalated, your parents decided the best course of action was to marry you to the recently appointed King of Westalis to ensure peace. However, will you be able to survive his majesty's rumored cold-blooded heart and ruthless tongue?
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The Western Kingdom is nothing like you thought it would be.
Spiteful rumors from the East had tainted your expectations of the glimmering land sprawled out below you. Noble gossip spun tales of war stricken crops and fields, people starving on the streets due to a government that allowed capitalism to run rampant, creating greedy corporations and careless leaders.
But they couldn't be more wrong.
The Western Kingdom was encased in a ring of vibrant flora. Sun kissed rays basked the scene in a golden tinge, warming your side of the carriage. The wind smelt of ocean breeze and grass, and you took a deep breath, basking in the peaceful scene.
It had been two days since the attempted assisnation on your lives. Once King Loid was able to evaluate the damages of the attack, your party continued its way to the Western country, albeit with extreme caution. According to the King, the bandits that ambushed you belonged to a vigilante group who ran across the borders of East and West. You were taken aback by the vicious snarl that came from Loid when the archers informed him that some of the attackers were able to slip free. You had a feeling they wouldn't remain that way for long.
As opposed to the Eastern Palace, the Western Kingdom's castle sat high atop rolling hills that looked out on the harbor below. Ashen stone comprised most of the castle, a few windows and wooden doors scattered across. By the time you reached the gated entrance to the grounds, you leapt out of your seat, grateful for the chance to stretch your legs.
Sylvia was already rushing to your side.
"My lady, is there anything you need? Water? Food?"
Before you could reassure her for the hundredth time, a legion of guards swarmed to you and Loid's side.
Frankie addressed them first. "I need an update on reports, if there are any of those savages left in that forest I want their heads brought to me on silver platters. "
A soldier with midnight black hair answers. "No word of the assassins, but we suspect they fled south-"
"Then track them down and bring them here."Loid emerges from the carriage, expression unreadable. You feel the striking urge to ease the tension from his face when Sylvia interjects. "Your highness, my lady has been through quite an ordeal. May we please be escorted to her chambers?"
You wish to protest but stop when a wave of fatigue overcomes you. Perhaps Sylvia has a point. Loid clears his throat, and you swear pink tinges his skin.
"Of course, I will have a Sergent escort you immediately. I will see you at dinner." With an appraising look to the soldiers and warning glare to Frankie, Loid strides off to the main entrance, servants standing at the ready as he commands them effortlessly, a true royal. A king, you realize. A king you're to be Wed.
"Well fair maidens, I guess that means I'll be in charge of getting you to your rooms." Frankie bows, practically tripping over his own feet as he ushers you to a different gate.
Just like the Kingdom itself, the castle is grander than you could have ever fathomed. Marbled floors, high ceilings, chandeliers made of pure gold, and furniture of the finest craftsmanship swarmed your vision. The sheer power emitting from the Castle itself made you falter. This was to be yours. The new Queen of the Western Kingdon. It is a title you don't think you'll ever get used to.
"Here you are, Queen (F/N). I hope your chambers are to your liking. Ah, Miss Martha, please come over." Frankie waves over a kind, older looking woman. Her wispy blonde hair is pulled elegantly into an updo with welcoming, warm blue eyes. She bows before you earnestly.
"Greetings, Queen (F/N). My name is Martha Marriot and I am the head Lady in waiting of the Western Castle. It is a true honor to meet you."
The formal introduction both touches and intimidates you. Despite her endearing persona, you could tell Martha is not someone you would ever wish to cross. You're reminded of your late grandmother, regal and stern, yet also caring.
"I truly thank you Lady Martha, your words are beyond kind-"
Before you are able to finish, Sylvia continues for you.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Martha. I am Lady Sylvia, (Y/N) personal Lady in waiting." You inwardly cringe at Sylvia's boldness until an intrigued smile spreads across Lady Martha's face.
"Of course, Lady Sylvia. I admire your obvious adoration for Princess (Y/N). I look foward to working with you. If you need anything, simply have a message sent down. And please dont hesitate to have a look around. Any servant here will be happy to guide you should you wish to explore." And with another bow Martha and Frankie leave you to your room.
A four poster bed lays center of the room, not unlike your own from the Eastern Palace. However, while your old room shined with personalized wall papers and collected items, this one is filled with only the standard necessities. A large bookshelf spans across the other end of the room along with a polished vanity. To the side is an elegant desk littered with beautiful quills and fresh parchment papers.
"Well, not quite like home, but this should do nicely." Sylvia comments before unpacking the one suit case she carried up with you, the rest still being sorted down stairs. Inside lies only your most sentimental items. A shine of glass catches your attention, and you bend down to pick up the picture frame of you and your brother. You feel a tug of longing as it dawns on you how little you will see of him now. The homesickness is catching up much faster than you were expecting.
Sylvia notices your silence and lays a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"Come my lady, let's exolore this Castle as Lady Martha suggested. Perhaps it will lift your spirits. Maybe we will even find something in the kitchens for you to eat as well."
You numbly nod your head, wordlessly following your most trusted Lady in waiting out of your temporary chambers. You suppress the reminder of your impending responsibility as the soon to be crowned Queen of the Western Kingdom.
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Coming soon (?) Bonus scene
Frosty eyes bore menacingly into your own, accompanied with a disgusted grimace. The woman standing before you reeks of nobility and elitism while two other socialites stand behind her with equally assessing glares.
"So, you must be Lady (Y/N)" She says, condescension dripping from each word. Already you knew this silver haired woman was bent on destroying you.
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Loid Forger x Reader Oneshots
FanficExactly as the title says. Random one-shots between you and the spy himself. *Occasionally will take requests* Author's note: The inspiration of these one-shots was my sheer disappointment that there aren't more Loid x Reader stories.
