Wings and Heartbeats (Manorian Fanfiction and crossover between ACOTAR and TOG)

Hello, Princeling

Manon rode for two days, swift on Abraxos's back, she occasionally stopped to rest and eat, mainly because of Abraxos bullied into her into it, and because he wanted to stop to sniff the wildflowers, refusing to move no matter how hard Manon tugged him. Alas on the sunset of her second day, the world washed in reds and golds, the sky shifting, only then did she neared the stone castle of Rifthold. It spires tall and proud despite the fact that parts of the city were still being rebuilt. 

She steered Abraxos towards the aerial landing pad that Dorian Havilliard had installed for her on her third visit after the war when she heard he did especially for her, a strange fluttering thing entered her immortal being, especially after she spotted the cocky male smile he gave her that day. 

A smile that was now directed at her.

Dorian stood on the padding, staying far enough so that Abraxos could land properly. Once so, he strode towards her, his pace brisk and restraint as if leashing himself from the same force Manon felt as she tried to casually but quickly unstrap herself from the saddle and jumped down.

She made a step towards his direction and purred "Hello, princeling." She still kept that nickname, even though he is now king, it seemed only fair that he also insisted on still calling her witchling. He stopped a few hair's breaths away from her, leaned down, and purred right back "Hello witchling."

Manon smirked, her iron fangs popping down, and said: "I suppose you and your mortal companions are ready to go?"  She knew the fangs didn't scare him, but she did it still, just to remind him that she was dangerous, not a simpering mortal woman who'd bow before the very presence of a king.

She didn't know why she had to prove herself to him, she was sure he knew how lethal she could be, she just didn't want him to frown upon her, to see her as less. She frowned internally, trying to prove herself to a mortal man, has her heart really softened? She'd have to work on that. She had many things to work out these days.

"Such a warm welcome," he crooned ", from my witchling."

She tensed as he nuzzled her neck, and remained in that position, she as blocked her mind from those words, my witchling. This close she could feel his breath upon her back, she felt it hitched when she dragged her iron nails smoothly against his back. "If anything, princeling," Manon cooed ", I am a Queen of a foreign kingdom you should be welcoming me."

He pulled his head and murmured into her hair, his breath warm and steady, "am I not giving you a warm enough welcome, Majesty?" He began stroking her hair gently then, steadily and slowly moved to her nape, stroking sinful lines that had her holding her breath and he-

Suddenly pulled back, a grin plastered on his sun-kissed face.

Manon hissed at the sudden cold and at the mischief dancing in his sapphire eyes. A heartbeat later, she collected herself enough to ask him "How is your new aeriel legion?"

"Well," he said, "The baby wyverns are starting to learn how to fly."

She nearly snorted at baby, the wyverns are vicious, especially young and untrained, implying that word meant that they were cute and harmless and in need of help. Though, she learned head on that some... just don't turn out like others. The wyvern chasing his tail in circles behind her is proof of that.

Abraxos paused as if sensing her attention, though she did not once look towards him. The wyvern stretched his neck towards the King of Adarlan, curled around the king, and pushed him forward.

Manon did not notice as Abraxos's tail whipped out to throw her forward, her feet buckled and she would have found her footing if Abraxos hadn't interpreted that and whipped the side of his tail against her feet, sending her careening towards the ground, the air whooshing past her lungs,  and she fell-

Right atop the Dorian and into his arms.

She blinked, and then hissed at Abraxos ", Worm." He huffed, and Dorian chuckled. Though Manon glared at her mount, she did not move.

"If you like this position," Dorian said, gesturing towards their bodies, her right on him and his arms around her waist ", then we could delay going to Terrasen a bit longer."

She smirked and flicked his nose ", You're going find that you may need to try just a bit harder to convince me."

"Really?" he said, that mouth of his starting to roam her neck, collarbone-

Chaol cleared his throat at the open doorway, and Dorian whirled on him, his sapphire eyes narrowing at the King's Hand, his arm tightening around Manon's waist. "Fuck you," he hissed at Chaol.

Chaol made a show of widening his eyes and smirked. "You know-"

This time Manon said ", Shut up."

She heard Yrene chuckle somewhere far back.

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