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Author's POV:
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It was yet another fine morning in the castle, and Y/N was off to work, following King Noah's handmaidens all the way to his bedroom to wake him up. All went as usual. She was left to do her task alone, while the rest of the women went off to prepare his bath. She walked up to the large, lavish bed and finds the man asleep on his side, covers tossed to the floor and his brows scrunched. She called and called to no avail, so she stuck out her hand, brushing back a few strands of blue hair before cupping his fair cheek. She calls to him a final time, and at last, his eyes fluttered open— The olive optics staring up at the woman in a haze as his hand moved up to lace his fingers with hers. His grip was kind, tender and full of longing.
"Momma?" he mutters in confusion. With a snort of disbelief, Y/N ripped her hand away from the King, and gives a few choice words through a laugh.
"Do I look—"
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Comedic Gold
HumorSo, basically... Any character from any of my stories... but memes. Are they funny? Maybe, maybe not. Goofy and a little bit chaotic? Definitely.
