Twisted

Afterward

"Allegation?"

"Accusing someone of something."

"Defamation?"

"Attacking someone's reputation."

"Hypocrisy?"

"Pretending like you're someone you're not or pretending like you believe something you don't actually believe."

Sarada lazily trailed her fingers through Boruto's hair. Her eyes were tucked soundly into his neck, her bare feet flat on either side of the throne on which he sat, completely curled into his lap with her knees hidden under the skirt of her long red dress.

One of his hands lazily ran up and down her back while the other twirled a fountain pen.

Rather than looking up all of these complicated words in a dictionary, Boruto saw fit to steal Sarada away from whatever task she was doing and ask her instead. It was quite a sight to walk into, the king sitting in the throne room in front of his desk with his wife curled into his lap.

But by now, most of the attendants were used to it. Letting him carry her around or cozy against him while he worked was better than wearing the blindfolds he required at their wedding ceremony.

"Alright! I think I'm done with this."

Sarada lifted her head. "Does that mean..."

"Mm," he said with a mischievous smirk and a glint in his sky blue eyes. "We can go to bed now."

Just as he stood up with her in his arms prepared to carry her off, there were two knocks on the door.

"King Boruto." Shikamaru's voice came from the other side.

Sarada hid her face against him, as was customary when she wasn't wearing her glasses. It was discovered, a good bit after she started wearing them around, that glasses nullified the effects of her eyes. This allowed her to live a more or less normal life in the castle. But Boruto usually took it upon himself to remove them when he was the only one in the room because they "got in the way."

Shikamaru stepped though the door, eyeing Sarada in Boruto's arms wearily before clearing his throat. "This is your schedule for tomorrow. Sword training bright and early with Master Sasuke." He paused, likely narrowing his gaze on the back of Sarada's head. "Don't be late."

"Yeah yeah," he said sarcastically.

But Sarada knew he wasn't planning to be on time at all.

Boruto thought it amusing to make exaggerated grunting and moaning noises whenever anyone knocked on their bedroom door when he was too lazy to get out of bed, too comfortably snuggled against her, too tired to care about whatever event he was forced to go to as long as it wasn't something of national importance.

This was the only one of his pranks Sarada approved of and sometimes participated in. The moment Boruto left, attendants came in and forced her to get ready for her day as well, lacing up her dresses, powdering her face, and sending her off into the kitchen to learn more about cooking with Hinata. Not that she was against cooking or learning castle etiquette, especially not with how nicely Hinata treated her. But she missed the days of lazily remaining in bed far past sunrise, snuggled up with a good book. After a life of getting no attention, all the attention she got was somehow suffocating.

"I'm serious." Shikamaru's voice was gruff. "Don't make me open that door."

"Just because you open the door doesn't mean I'm going to suddenly spring out of bed, magically dressed and ready to train," he retorted. "We just got married. Give us some space."