The Queen and Her Levi

9.) Are you ready for me?

[AN: Not my dumbass thinking all my shit was proofread but it wasn't 😭. I just reread a lot of it and wtf. I guess it's just a me thing, anyway,  enjoy preparing to become Queen I guess? ]

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It was still a bit early for Asuna to be asleep at this point, so Levi didn't try to be quiet as he slowly opened the large door to their bedroom, and closed it softly. He looked around for her for a few seconds before realizing the large balcony door was open. He saw her figure sitting out there, despite the weather being a bit cold, and her only having a light dress on. He felt terrible. If only he was able to realize sooner the pain he had been causing her since she had been here. Maybe he was just trying to avoid all sorts of deep emotions with her, considering he didn't expect from the get go that it would turn out the way it has.

Levi walks towards the balcony slowly, seeing her sitting on one of the balcony chairs, staring straight ahead. She knew he was there, but she refused to turn around. She was completely mentally drained and exhausted, not just from earlier in his office, from everything. It was time for him to say his peace. Levi takes a deep breath and looks at her with a soft expression, despite her not looking back. Finally, he tries to speak.

"I'm sorry." He says quietly, but still not taking his eyes off her.

It takes a few seconds for her to gather the strength to turn around and look at him. Not getting out of the chair, she looks at him watching her from a few feet away. The look in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. She was so beautiful, even when she was sad, even when she looked at him with uncertainty and anger. She doesn't respond. He may have just apologized, but for what? He was going to have to say more if he wanted her to actually understand.

"Really? Are you?" She speaks up. "For what?"

"You know what."

"Maybe, but you need to be more specific than that."

Levi glares at her and signs in annoyance. "What the fuck do you want me to say?" He states without trying to raise his voice at her.

"Oh, I don't know?" She coos sarcastically. "For starters, maybe you're sorry for leaving me in the dark?! Not telling me the truth about the threats against me and keeping secrets? For ignoring me? For locking me in this damn room while you're away doing God knows what?"

"I haven't been locking the door recently-"

She continues, ignoring his stupid comment. "Or maybe that you're sorry for leaving me in the dark?! Not telling me the truth about the threats against me and keeping secrets? Oh! Or maybe that you're sorry for forcing yourself onto me the first night I came here, and continuing to do so after that, without attempting to get to know me or have any thoughts for my feelings at all?! For simply marrying me and having me in your bed for the mere fact that you want to get back at my father!" Her voice raises, almost yelling at this point.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. She thought to herself. God. My stomach hurts.

He stays silent for a few moments, looking down, feeling unworthy to look in her eyes right now. Once again, she has rendered him speechless. He has never in his life had a conversation like this before with a girl. Or more like, a girl he cares about... so much, and he didn't know why, it was driving him insane.

"Well?!" She speaks up again, but he gives no response. He had really hoped that she didn't notice the sweat that was coming down his forehead at his sorry attempt at trying to figure out how to talk to her.

He still says nothing, trying to build up the words to speak. She was right, and he knew it. He just sat there and wondered how on Earth he was doing to fix this.