Prisioner - Mareven Smut One Shot (A Red Queen Fanfiction)

Prisioner - Mare + Maven

Hello, you guys, my name is Carolina and thank you so much if you are reading this.

WARNING: English is not my first language and this was originally written in portuguese. I also read the whole Red Queen series in portuguese, so if there is some wrong term in this text, i'm really sorry. I'll already warn you that this is a smut\lemon one-shot so be careful if you'll read this next to your parents or something. Had this ideia after listening to Miley and Dua's new song and I just started thinking about Mareven ha XD. Let me know how do you think I did cuz I have a lot of ideas for another one-shots.

Hope you Enjoy it <3

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PRISIONER

Mare

Disgust is an appropriate word to define what I'm feeling right now. Maven is on the other side of the table, next to his fiancee, the nymphoid princess, and receiving the pampering of the few remaining silver noble houses. What was titled as a royal wedding rehearsal dinner, looks more like a show of exhibitionism and reaffirmation of the stability of the Norta's monarchy. It is a perfect image in a broken portrait. First the below to the measure of early recruitment, the tour through the marginalized areas of Norta, and then the union of two kingdoms that previously shared a century-old dispute, with the beautiful happy couple Maven Calore and Iris Cygnet sharing glasses of champagne in the palace of Whitefire , celebrating another one of the thousand silver hoaxes. Maven knows how to pretend stability on a tightrope like no one, just his own conviction that things are going well is enough to convince everyone of the same.

All the silvers wear masks, but the king is able to unmask them.

The Arven guards remain at their usual posts, watching over me, choking me, trapping me in the poisoned cage that Maven built for me. I miss electricity like drought misses rain, but I conclude that feeling some pain is better than feeling nothing and that is what Maven means to me. The naked, raw, excruciating pain with eyes burning with blue fire.
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The boring dinner finally ends and I am grateful to be able to return to my cell, where I see nothing but the guards and the pure white of the palace walls, begging for some color. I could paint them red.

Walking through the palace's vast corridors, trying not to trip over my draped red dress and under the usual escort, I hear the velvety and soft voice that calls me in my worst nightmares. But this is real.

"I need a moment with Barrow." - Hissed Maven's firm voice.

Still with my back to him, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, all I didn't need today was the acid and painful presence of the king.

"We will leave the two alone immediately after placing her in the cell, Your Majesty." - Answered one of the guards. I still had my back, I didn't want to look at him.

"I'll take her with me." - Corrected Maven immediately, almost as a plea.

"Of course, my king." - I watched the Arven guards nod sideways and pulled in another breath, still not gathering enough courage to look at him.

Maven Calore touched my cold elbow, urging me to follow him to who knows where he wanted to take me now. His touch is soft, almost like a caress. His warm fingers pull me to intertwine our forearms, so that we can walk together. The guards move away, but not enough to remedy the suffocating pressure of silence. I still don't look at him.

"Aren't you afraid of what I can do with you without the Arvens?" - I asked provocatively. That image was appetizing and hung over my mind tirelessly. Maven Calore delivered to the purple of my electrical discharges.