Chapter Tags: smut, p in v, kinda forced voyeurism, angst, mentions of murder, mentions of non con, creampie, forced breeding, fluff, romance
Chapter WC: 2074
The King’s Blessing Masterlist
Your POV
The sound of your husband’s moans fill the room, accompanied with his grunting and heavy breathing and the slight rustle of the bedsheets. You take a deep breath and find yourself staring at one spot on the wall, where the brick has discoloured slightly. You wonder what caused it to discolour, why it’s so different to the remainder of the wall, but it doesn’t take long for your mind to drift off as you instead think about the green eyed prince who has finally returned, and what he had said to you in your chambers the day before. You wonder if it’s really that simple, that if John were to die, you’d become eligible to be someone else’s wife – Dean’s wife. He is next in line for the throne, and it would make sense that he would take you as his queen given that you are already the queen of Lawrence now. But can you really allow him to do such a thing? Commit such a grave sin, and against his own father of all people?
Your eyes look back at your husband for a brief moment, as you see the way his forehead creases in concentration, sweat beginning to bead on his brow from his activities, and you think about what Dean had told you. You’d always wondered in the depths of your mind where you hope God cannot reach, if your husband would be capable of such a thing as murder. Afterall, he’s done some truly terrible things to not only you but other people in this kingdom, and you know he’s fought in battles in his time. But the blood shed on the battlefield doesn’t compare to the murder of his own beloved wife.
You know she was alive and well that night, you saw her enter the king’s chambers, and she dismissed you with ease, albeit a little angry at the revelation you were alone with the king in his chambers at such an hour, and on your knees prepared to serve him, nonetheless. It had never made sense to you that she had fallen ill and died in the short time between the last you saw of her and the morning of your wedding. And Dean had already left by sunrise, meaning his mother’s death was at nightfall. Having been married to your husband for the months you have been, you know he has a temper, and it doesn’t seem that far a stretch that he might do something like that should Mary have pushed too hard.
Then you think about the potential secret Dean has begged you to keep from your husband. While you understand why keeping the secret would mean that you are still eligible to marry the prince, you know the price that you may have to pay should the king find out the truth. And it’s as if these walls have ears, because somehow, the king knows everything. There’s not a single person besides the two princes you trust. For all you know, the chambermaids have already informed your king of the potential news. And if he were to find out you’ve kept it a secret, you dread to think what he might do to you.
Painful reminders of what happened the last time you and Dean tried to keep a secret from the king come flooding back, and a throb of pain bolts between your legs as if it only happened yesterday. But you know this time, the price will be much higher. If he can kill his previous queen, there’s nothing stopping him from killing you too. While the idea hadn’t bothered you before, now that Dean’s back, you can’t help but feel there’s something worth living for again.
“You’re here to watch,” you hear your husband’s voice bellow from the bed.
You turn your head and once again lay eyes on the king and the young woman he is blessing ready for marriage. She’s blonde, and your husband seemed familiar with her when you entered the chambers to find her awaiting him. You remember him calling her Claire, and mentioning something about her finally finding a man that wishes to marry her.
She doesn’t seem in as much pain as you’d been when the king blessed you, but she seems far more willing to receive the blessing that you’d been. Albeit, nervous, as her voice shook and her hands trembled when she undressed herself. The king had made her use her mouth first, and you remember back to the eve of your wedding, and the king telling you that only the pretty girls got to use their mouth on him. You suppose the thought of your husband finding this girl pretty should make you jealous. You also suppose that the sight of your husband lying with another woman right before your very eyes should make you feel something, but you don’t. You just feel numb as you stare at them but your mind continues to think about Dean, and his promises to save you.
“And now, my child, you have been blessed. May your life with your future husband and the children you may bear be happy and healthy and prosperous.”
Claire thanks him humbly with a bow of her head and a small courtesy, and John beckons you to follow him with a flick of his fingers. You offer Claire a slight smile as you pass her, but she seems flushed and ashamed by your presence, so you don’t linger on the fact she doesn’t return the sentiment.
It is silent between you and your husband as you walk the halls of the castle, and you realise he’s leading you towards his chambers. He doesn’t say anything as he enters, and you linger at the doorway, noticing his chambermaid, Jo is standing alongside a tub full of water, and she has a rag in her hand not dissimilar to the one John had ordered you to put inside you the other night. The remainder still makes you clench painfully around nothing, and when Jo’s eyes land on you, her slight smile drops from her face.
“I don’t need your service right now,” John informs her. “You’re dismissed.”
“Of course, your majesty,” Jo courtesies, before passing you to leave the room.
John glances in your direction. “Well come in, we’re wasting time.”
You hesitantly step over the threshold and let the door close behind you, wondering what the king could want from you. He already lay with you this morning, and he has just blessed a woman, so he can’t be seeking anything of that nature from you now.
“Remove your clothes,” he orders to your surprise. You must look confused, because the king expands. “I didn’t give the virgin my seed, I saved that for you. You’re the one that could use it.”
“Of course, my love,” you reply obediently, reaching behind you to begin to loosen your corset.
John turns his back on you, heading over to the wine, and you find yourself hoping he will grace you with a glass or two before he wishes to use your body, but he merely pours a glass for himself and swallows it down in one.
You’ve only got the first layer off when John turns back to you. “That’ll do,” he decides, putting the glass down. “On your hands and knees.”
You do as you’re told, getting onto your hands and knees on the bed and feeling him step up behind you, lifting the remaining layers of your clothes and pulling down your undergarments to reveal your naked body to him – at least, the parts he needs. You’re surprised by how quickly the king pushes his way inside you, and it only takes him a few thrusts before he’s spilling his seed inside you and pulling out.
“Couldn’t let that go to waste now, could I?” John chuckles, heading back over to the wine to pour himself another glass.
You can’t sleep, and as you stare at the canopy over your bed you think about John and Mary and you think about the prince you’re supposed to be wed to by now. If only things had gone to plan and you hadn’t found yourself in this mess. If only you had married the man you had been born to marry nineteen years ago.
You find yourself getting out of bed and wandering the castle halls with a lantern in your grasp, not really in your sound mind or you’d know that knocking on the prince’s door at such hours would raise suspicion in anyone, even if you are the queen. But there’s some kind of pull that you can’t ignore when it comes to Dean, and before you know it, you find yourself in his chambers, the door closed behind you.
Surprisingly, Dean is fully dressed still, and you realise you’ve walked in on him pacing the floor, a glass of something alcoholic in his hand. You’re fairly sure it’s not wine.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asks, frowning slightly.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” you confess, looking around you, remembering the ears through the walls. You step closer so you can lower your voice, swallowing hard at the close proximity that’s making your heart beat harder in your chest. “About the king.”
Dean also seems affected by how close you’ve gotten, his breathing becoming a little more irregular.
“What about him?” he breathes out.
“You were supposed to protect me, Dean,” you remind him, looking up into his eyes. “I trusted you to do that and you let me down, so I’m finding it hard to do that now,” you admit.
Dean reaches up, holding the side of your face in his hand, his thumb beginning to rub softly along your cheek.
“I’ll never forgive myself for not fighting for you. I’d do anything to make it up to you, and I’ll try, for the rest of our lives.”
“What if you get caught? What if he finds out?” you ask, worriedly.
“I know my father, and I won’t let him fool me again,” Dean reassures you. “I’m smarter now, I know how to play his games.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” you admit, leaning your head into his touch.
“You’d be worth it.” You swallow hard, not believing his words even though you can see the sincerity in his eyes and you know he truly believes them himself. “I won’t be the king my father is,” he adds.
“I know,” you agree, reaching up to hold his wrist. “That’s the only thing that’s keeping me going now.”
“I love you, Y/N, I never stopped loving you, even after all those months in Campbell.”
You want to say it back because you know it’s the truth, but the thought of saying such a thing for God to hear when you’re under vows with your husband to remain faithful steals the words from your tongue and you find yourself swallowing hard. So instead, you offer him a small smile and hope he can read between the lines.
“So how are you going to do it?” you ask.
“It’s best you don’t know that,” he argues softly, his thumb once again stroking your cheek.
“Will it be quick and painless?”
“Quick? Maybe. Painless? Hopefully not.” A tiny smirk plays on Dean’s lips at his own words, but he stifles it to add: “but it’s nothing to worry yourself with.”
“When will you do it?” you wonder.
“Soon,” Dean nods, “I don’t want to waste time, not if time is sensitive.” His eyes fall to your stomach, and you find yourself reaching to clutch it softly, wondering if there really is a life inside there.
“Please don’t,” you encourage, gripping his wrist a little tighter.
Dean offers you an almost sad smile, before ducking his head and pressing his lips to yours. You want to pull away, but you can’t, too captivated by the feelings you thought you’d never feel again overwhelming you. The feelings you thought you’d never get back. Buzzing all over your body, your stomach twisting and turning, your head growing light and airy. You feel like you could float away when the prince’s lips are on yours.
Inevitably, Dean pulls away, much to your disappointment.
“Just hold on a little longer,” he implores, and you nod, hoping you can.
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