Your Majesty (Summoner x Fushia!Reader

Minority

You stared blankly at the bronzeblood, feeling his steady and strong heartbeat beneath your fingertips as your hand lie at his chest. Their heiress? Before you could pull your hand away, he grabbed it and held it where it was. Your heart sped up as you watched his face, and all you wanted was to go somewhere far away, and never think about this again.

"You're insane" you said, head tilted to the side as you eyed him.

He chuckled softly, releasing your hand and shaking his head. "Trust me honey... I know more about the politics of this than you do" he said.

You glared a bit at him, and he noticed something, now taking your jaw in his hands. "Your eyes look maroon in this light" he said, deep dimples surfacing on his cheeks. "You practically look like one of us..." He released you, fingers lingering at your jaw a moment before they were pulled away as well.

"Well... I'm not one of you" you said. "I can't be"

He smirked, taking you by the arm and walking you a bit further away from the group. "You want to be empress, right?" He said, you nodded, not knowing where he was going with this.

"We want equal treatment right?" He asked. You shrugged.

"Every other fuschia wants to be empress... And what better way to win the throne than to march on the palace with an army?" He asked. You scoffed, eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him like he was the dumbest thing you had ever seen.

"You must've lost your mind" you said. He shook his head, taking your shoulders in his sickeningly warm grip.

"If you promise us that you will make this world a better place for our people... We will put you on that throne. This is no trick. This is no delusion. The people's empress will rule, I swear it"

"And what makes you think I'll be the people's empress?" You asked, indignant.

"What you said earlier" he answered honestly. "You don't want to be empress for power or wealth. You want to survive... And that is as noble a cause as any."