A/N: Hey, decided to begin reuploading my stories here, simply condensed. Man I wish I knew you couldn't un-delete stories. Apologies for that once more.
Working on the small one-shot sequel to this at the moment.
Each line break represents a new separate chapter.
Warnings: Noncon, sexual slavery, dark!arthur, possesive!arthur, violence, nothing put in too much detail.
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How long have you been staring at those enchanting blue eyes now? Five minutes? Five months? Years?
How long have you wanted those eyes on you and you only? How long have you wanted to make them gloss with lust? With wanting? With need?
How long have you wanted to possess those eyes? That face? Body? How long have you tried?
Too long.
You've spent too many moments - too many years - making sure everyone knew who that body belonged to; you have threatened knights with banishment; maids with the pyre; rival Princes with your sword.
And yet, he is not yours.
Not yet.
You are careful. Delicate; you do not treat your possession with haste. He is very frail, and you are careful not to shatter that porcelain skin. You have not taken him to your bed as you have all your other servants. In his stead you have sacrificed hundreds of virgins on those sheets. Sometimes it drives you mad. But you are careful. You are caring with him; you will wait for him to return the lust.
You have known, know, that he was destined to be yours since the day you first set your gaze upon his beautiful face. You were but children then, you forced to attend weekly council meetings, him forced to serve in them. Yet, you knew. He was yours. His heart fit so perfectly next to yours; he filled that aching gap, the connection sparking into life when he was near.
No one was going to take what is yours.
And now that you sit upon your father's throne for the first time, a crown placed on your golden head, him standing out like a gem amongst heaps of garbage in the watchful court. Despite his peasant clothing and statue, you know for certain - now that no man nor law stands between you:
He's mine.