BOOM! Two in one evening!

T for couple stuff and this was early in their marriage.

(Also, none of this is any particular order or even connects in case you were curious about the baby and how that fitted around the war - it didn't.)

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"Munto?" The scratching of his pen came to a swift halt before he gently lifted its tip and placed it into its proper holder.

"Yes, love?" He leaned back, giving his queen his undivided attention.

"Can I ask you something?" Yumemi remained timidly by the door.

In fact, she hadn't even bothered to enter the room fully. She fitted herself as much as she could into the crack she formed between the door frame and the door. The feathery light hues of orange, blue and silver of her dress pooled around her ankles.

"Of course." Munto waved her in and leaned back in his chair.

He quirked a brow as she slowly entered, careful to close the door as softly as she could and stand before him. Her hands twisted nervously in front of her and she dare not look him in the eye.

"Yumemi? What's wrong?"

"Can you promise me that should you ever tire of me that you'd tell me first?"

"Tire of you?" He stood from his chair. A silent rage bubbled in his chest.

How dare she throw herself away so callously after all they have been through together? How dare she doubt his faith - his oath to serve only her?

"Yes. Would you tell me?" Yumemi peeked up at him from beneath lush lashes.

"Why would I ever tire of my dreamer?" Caging his rage, he rounded his desk to pull her in close. "Yumemi, you are the love of my life. You had me wrapped around your finger before you entered high school. There is no other I would love, save you. No other I would allow in my bed."

Munto pressed his forehead to her own, hands roaming her bareback and cradling her gently to his chest.

"What brought all this on?" Murmuring in her hair, he kissed the crown of her head.

"Well, you're a king…"

"Yes, and you are a queen."

"Not the point." Yumemi pushed against his chest so that she could gaze up at him. "As a king, I know there are a lot of… distractions to be had around and outside of the palace." She caught the look in his eyes and held her thumb to his lips to silence him. "And should you ever find the day where you want to seek another, I just wanted to hear it first from you…"

"Yumemi, have I ever done or said anything that would make you lose faith in me?" Voice quivering, warm hands engulfed her cheeks as his thumbs brushed a trail just beneath her eye.

A panic rose in her chest at his ache. It worsened the one she carried in her chest the minute she came to this realization.

"No! Just-"

"I would never in a million years look twice at any other woman than you," despite the harshness of his tone, his voice barely rose above a whisper. His hurt and anger battled one another to be enunciated. "As king, I have a large weight on my shoulders and there are many who would love to take advantage of that. I will never let them and you shouldn't either."

His hands trailed from her face, his anger conceding to his pain, and traveled over her collared neck and shoulder returning to her exposed, lower back where he tucked her in under his chin. One hand splayed across her spine while the other trailed goosebumps back to her neck. Tendrils of goldie lockes tickled his fingers from where they came loose of her low, twisted bun.

"My queen, I fell in love with the idea of having someone by my side who would never take advantage of my vulnerability but rather defend my life and honor when I am down. And that someone was you."

Hands gripping his shirt, Yumemi kissed at his nape, following where she could feel his blood thump beneath her tongue. She pecked along his chin until she pressed a cheeky caress to the corner of his mouth.

Munto turned his head to crash his lips against hers. In his vulgarity, his fingers burrowed themselves into her hair. The bun came partially untied, falling more and more as they tugged at one another.

Frantic, his hands grabbed at her dress until he could feel smooth skin beneath his. Until he could lift her from the floor and have her legs wrap around his lean waist.

He set her on his desk.

Yumemi pulled away, her attention stolen as his jacket got caught on one of his buttons. He easily dissipated the fabric with a wave of his hand before returning to explore her mouth further.

Munto pulled away with a growl. Another part of him grew hard and heavy at the sight of her leaned back on his desk, dress tugged dangerously low, hair a golden mess, and usual cherry mouth a dark, plump wine.

"Now, tell me. Who has been whispering lies in your ear?" His chest heaved and he strained against his pants to finish what they started.

"Nobody - honest! I just see the way they look at you and…" She bit her lip, her tongue tracing the edges. An unbecoming blush rose to her cheeks and he was quick to dismiss her embarrassment.

There was nothing to be embarrassed about - she should always speak up of any concerns she may have regarding him. Though he would readily admit, this all could have been handled in a better way.

"Dearest, you are the queen of the Magical Kingdom. The Girl of Destiny. Savior to both the Heavens and Lower World. My wife." His lips brushed her own. "You flatter them to even dwell on their names."


Outfit inspiration:

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"You are the queen. You flatter her to even dwell on her name." - Cecily Neville, Duchess of York, The White Queen

Came from this video done on "Betrayed Queens": watch?v=7isS5YXzegk