His Queen

Chapter 7

~Adrien's POV~

I wake up with the wind blowing through the open window, when did I open that window? I get up and walk to the window, spotting a female figure looking out toward the city. Her long, wavy brown hair moves with the breeze; her satin robe wrapped around her petite body.

She turns around. "Apologies, Adrien. I didn't mean to wake you." Her face is sad, tear-stained.

I take long strides to her and snake my arms around her waist. "Never be sorry for anything." I rest my chin upon her head.

She sniffles. "You're so kind, sweet, understanding, and kindhearted, Adrien."

My heart thumps harshly in my chest; my breathing gets stuck in my throat. A part of me has been wanting to hear something of that sort from her, but at the same time, I've been wanting her to say 'I love you.

If only you knew how much I want you to tell me that you love me, Iris. If only you knew how much I worry about you and how much I love you.

-time skip brought to you by stinking Camembert-

Iris has fallen asleep on my bed, but now, I'm wide awake. I was thinking about what she said before, about us being lovers in our past lives; it didn't bother me until this moment.

As I gaze upon Iris's sleeping figure, I begin to wonder if there was more than what was being said. Was it destiny for us to meet, even under these circumstances? My head starts to ache from all the thinking. I decide to rest and wait for the right moment to ask Iris.

~Iris's POV~
In her dream:

Where am I? I look around the spacious room, then realize I'm in my room back in Egypt. I removed the duvet and put my robe on before entering the hall. It is quiet, I can hear the river nearby rush through the land.

"Princess, what are you doing out of your room?" The Priest says, catching my attention.

"I cannot sleep, I'm restless, Priest." I hold onto his cloak.

He sighs. "Come now, Iris." He leads me to the throne room.

When we enter, the scene in front of me is brutal. My mother is laying in my father's arms as he sobs, mourning her.

My brother is laying on his back near Mother and Father, blood covers his torso; I run toward my young brother, Atemu. I brush his bangs away from his angelic, tan face. My tears land on his cheek, I am now covered in his blood, holding my dear sibling in my arms as my father has with Mother.

"Iris," Father's gentle voice calls to me. "You must go, you must keep our bloodline running proud and victorious." He chokes, "my dear daughter, become the Queen your mother would want you to be. Be the strong leader of the Southern Territory I know you can be." He cries.

"Father-"

"Iris, you have to go, we will be waiting for you in the afterlife when your time has come. We love you dearly, my beautiful girl. Make us proud." With his last final breath, the light fades from his eyes.

I continue to kneel by my slaughtered family and cry aloud.

End of dream

I wake with a start, my heart pounding in my chest, tears staining my face. Arms wrap around me, I only cry harder.

"Iris, you're gonna be alright. It was only a dream." Adrien's voice coos me to calm down.

Within minutes, my heart isn't throbbing anymore, I'm not crying so much as before. His arms are still around me, pulling me into his chest; I grip his shirt and breathe in his scent.

"It felt so real, Adrien. It was like I was reliving that moment I found my family dead." Heavy tears wash upon my face.

"I'm here, now. Sh, I'm here." He rocks both of us side to side, still comforting me.

I focus on his heartbeat against my ear, his breathing, and listening to his words. Suddenly, it feels like everything is frozen in time. This moment is lasting and eternity. It feels so perfect being in his arms, I feel safe from harm like I'm home.

~Adrien's POV~

As I hold her, calming her down, I contemplate if I should tell her about Plagg and being Cat Noir. I know there are risks and consequences but I love her. She makes me feel complete and loved and cared for. Eventually, I will find the time to tell her everything. I want to be honest with her and have nothing to hide from her.

Before I can stop my mouth from opening, I say, "Iris, I need to tell you something."

Damn it, Adrien! Why did you have to open your big mouth?!?!

Her sparkling eyes bore into mine as a lump formed in my throat. Why am I so nervous? I shouldn't be, though; when she stares at me with those big green eyes, and her dark hair framing her sun-kissed skin, I get sweaty and clammy, and my throat gets dried up like the Sahara.

"What is it, Adrien?"

I take a deep breath.

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Hey, kitties! Sorry for the late update! Had trouble with writer's block. But I'm back. Thanks for reading this lovelies!!! You're amazing!😻😻😻