"A PYRITE CROWN FOR A PRETEND KING," she hummed into his diamond-studded ear, letting the crown sink into his tousled hair.
He's perfect.
"And a cashmere cape for the reigning queen," his lips twisted into a playful smirk, agile fingers clipping the clasp on her chest.
They're perfect. No one would ever suspect the change.
a.n.
It's a prince and the pauper situation, but with a companion. Btw if you guys were wondering, pyrite is a metal with a luster similar to gold, and is often called 'fool's gold'. So yeah, it's like the counterfeit version of gold, and kings wear gold, so this guy is.. yeah you get my point :)
EDIT: this is an old story thing from my archives cuz i don't know what to write about :D sorry it's so shortttttt ughhh
- shay
