Jelly(BBS x Reader)

Chapter One - Ocean

It was Prince Abram's coronation. We, as in the nobles of the kingdom, were standing on a cliff near the beach, where you could see the view. I have always loved the beach, the colors, then marine life, even the sand getting stuck in between my toes. I loved feeling the warm water wash over my legs as I hiked my dress up past my knees, and head the crashing of the waves against the cliff. Luckily, someone thought this venue would've been great for a coronation. The coronation of my fiancé.

No, I didn't love him. It felt like I was just out of childhood, even if I had become what classified as an adult around a year ago. He was almost a middle-age man, and the only reason for this coronation was that his father, King Richard the III, had fallen ill, and was awaiting his deathbed. I felt like the only reason he had proposed to me was so he could also be the king of both of our kingdoms, and rule over both. Honestly, he thought that he was uniting the clashing kingdoms by marrying me, but, he was probably going to make it worse.

"Do you, Prince Abram, agree to rule fairly over the kingdom of Dramur? Do you, Prince Abram, agree to assume the role of king from your late father, and rule with as much justice as he did? And, finally, do you, King Abram, agree to protect this kingdom, and give everyone the same chance at protection?" The chamberlain had asked him, reading off a script. This was how it was always meant to go. You were supposed to better than the king before you, supposed to help more, supposed to be the best to the people of the kingdom. But that never happened. The best king we had, based on the history books, was King Richard, who had ruled with an iron fist. He was firm, but fair.

"I do." He retorted in his nasally voice, but seemed to do it as quick as he could. I was sitting in a chair, tapping on the arms with my left hand, and holding up my head with my right hand, my elbow supporting me for the chair. The best thing about being a noble had to be the dresses. The one I was wearing had much poof to it, and was a light blue. The arms had went all the way down to my wrists, and protected me against the cold weather.

Still, for a midsummer's day, it shouldn't have been this stormy. Dark clouds were zoning in on the beach, and soon, rain would start dribbling down on all of us, making my fancy hair seemed gross. The waves were churning, and a heavy wind had picked up, making the wisps of my hair move around. The chamberlain closed the book. "I hereby present you as King Abram of the kingdom of Dramur. May your rule be a fair and long one." The chamberlain concluded, and held his hat to his head as he walked inside the stone building on the cliff.

I stood up, and stretched my arms above my head, then walked over to Abram, he was overlooking the cliff. He had some wisdom to his eyes, but if you knew him, then you would know that he wasn't as wise as he made himself out to be. I held my dress up as I walked over to him, a smirk played on my face, and finding myself began to overlook the grayish-blue waves that had surrounded what seemed like the whole world that I knew of.

"M'lady." He mumbled as he looked at me, the bowed. Out of politeness, I curtsied back, and bowed my head. "Your Majesty." I responded, then looked back towards the ocean, placing both of my hands behind my back. I could see him still looking at me, and I looked back, confused.

"Do you love me?" He questioned me, and held my arm tightly. I wanted to answer with the truth, and my mouth had almost opened for himself. I nervously bit my cheek as I looked for an answer in the ocean, and then back into his brown eyes. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell the truth, I wanted to tell him that I would much rather have a pig be my uncle than have him marry me. So that's what I did.

"No, King Abram, I do not love you. I think you are an unfair and foolish man." My voice raised, and I raised my chin in the air. The wind was picking up, but I didn't notice. "I don't think you are handsome, strong, and you aren't very nice. You are a rotten person, and you have a short-temper. You only care about ruling the two kingdoms, and not the people in them. I would rather die than be married by you, and have you rule my kingdom." I finished my speech. You don't know how good it felt to actually let it all out of my chest, to feel the pressure building up on my heart suddenly be released.

His body shook in anger, and the grip on my forearm tightened. His face turned a few shades brighter, becoming a lobster red, and I could see the fire in his eyes as he walked closer to the edge. I let him drag me, my eyebrows furrowed as he didn't stop looking at me. "You would rather die than marry me? So be it. I will marry your younger sister instead." He said as he did the unthinkable.

He pushed me off the cliff, and into the sharp rocks below. Everything went in slowly motion as I reached my arm out towards him, terror entering my expression. I could feel my dress billow around me as I fell, and could smell the sea air as the waves went closer, the rocks seeming sharper. I was having trouble breathing as I was completely silent, not thinking of screaming. So, I fell in slow motion.

I had asked for this. I had angered him. I had said I would rather I die, and I knew he would take that literally. I was stupid for letting him drag me, for actually agreeing to marry him on my mother's behalf. I was an idiot for thinking I would get away with what I said to him. Woman didn't have rights here, we were treated as objects. I knew that much. No one would care if the princess of a kingdom was missing. I'm kidding. I had enough subjects that cared about me. But in this world, it's larga vida al rey.

Long live the king.