A/N: Four months wasn't too long of a wait, was it? I swear I'm trying to be more frequent on my updates, lol! Anyway, this chapter has got to be one of my favorites! And I hope I was able to show that through my writing :)
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Now, with much love, here is chapter 15!
To Ignite the Inferno
"Sir Denki."
Denki tore his gaze away from the training soldiers and was not disappointed with who had interrupted his disruptive morning. One of Mitsuki's ladies-in-waiting stood before him, her golden hair flowing in the gentle breeze as she held out a letter.
"This is from the Queen Mother herself." She said as he grabbed the thick parchment from her hand. "I'm sure you already have an idea of what is in it."
He nodded but he could only imagine what was written. He cannot remember her name, but he eyed the girl cautiously, taking in her features and committing them to memory. She was beautiful, soft features, regal and dignified much like the other women Queen Mitsuki had in her company. It did not escape him how she looked at him with wide expecting eyes as she waited for a response, and it did not escape him how the light got caught in her brown eyes.
"Well?" Her voice takes him out of his thoughts, and he shakes his head, mentally scolding himself for staring for too long. "Aren't you going to read it?"
"I'd prefer to read it alone." He cleared his throat, noticing her mild disappointment. "No disrespect to you, of course."
"Then allow me to stay in your company. My name is Aoi Hara, and I would like to get to know you better." She batted her eyelashes as she inched forward, her voice now holding a flirty undertone.
Denki blinked. He is familiar with the Hara name; her father had been part of King Masaru's council in the past. And to have the daughter of such a prestigious man pine for his attention should have been flattering. He should take this opportunity to woo the woman in front of him— to finally feel the gentle caress of a woman who cares for him. But even as she was about to reach for him he had found himself stepping back. "I don't think your father would approve of me courting you." An excuse, one he was uncertain of. "I don't wish to embarrass you, Lady Aoi."
"Being seen with you would never be an embarrassment."
"I am familiar with your father. He won't be pleased to hear that you've got your eyes set on a lowly knight."
Aoi pressed her lips together, irritation twisting her lovely face. "Does my father's approval really mean that much to you?"
"Yes."
"Then why are there whispers… that you are in love with somebody you cannot have?" Denki clenched his jaw, his silence lasting a little too long as Aoi lowered her eyes and sighed heavily. "You do not have to respond. I just wish to know if I'd ever have a chance with you."
"Lady Aoi." A part of him hoped he could do such a thing for her. To have her by his side wouldn't be such a terrible thing. But right now he is in no position to promise anything to the woman standing before him. "I don't want to give you any false hope." He could already see the hurt in her eyes and he tried to suppress his guilt. "You are undoubtedly beautiful, and any man would be lucky enough to be seen beside you, but I will not be able to love you the way you deserve. Forgive me."
"Then if you'll excuse me. I will no longer waste any more of your valuable time."
She turned away from him, the tips of her ears having been a prominent shade of red as she took a dejected step forward. The guilt he felt almost had him reaching out to her but that too would've been a lie. Because those rumors are not necessarily untrue since he does not know what he is feeling whenever he is around this person… and he is not one to dwell on such trivial matters, especially now since there are far more important matters that need his attention than the confusion of his own heart. So when Lady Aoi was out of sight he brought his focus back to the note in his hand. The telling seal of the Queen Mother had him narrowing his eyes. When he finally broke the seal, his eyes scanned what was written inside.
Come to me at once. There are important matters that need to be discussed. His hand closed tightly around the note, the words forthright and demanding. Come to me at once…
His mind races, wondering what could possibly be so important and his thoughts finally settle on Kenji Omura— the boy with many secrets. It is only natural that the Queen Mother demands that he give her an update on the situation. He hadn't had much of a chance to compile a letter with his findings. But it is what's expected of him. To watch over the new recruit simply because he is not as sociable as the others seems unfair but he cannot dismiss Lady Mitsuki's suspicions.
He cannot deny that there is something strange going on with Kenji.
Because he is simply unapproachable. The others complain about him. And others are envious— envious at his skill with a blade in his hand, and because of his proficiency in wielding a sword, others claim he should be titled an official member of the Royal Guard to which he cannot so easily grant.
'We cannot have a traitor living among us.'
It is not so much that the boy is a traitor. It is the mere fact that he is secretive. He does not interact much with the other rookies and when he does happen to speak, his words always end up coming off as rude. And impudent.
In truth, he does not know what to think of Kenji.
At times it is impossible to understand him. The way he keeps to himself makes him want to approach him and get to know him better but Lady Mitsuki's warning always prevents him from getting any closer.
'Watch him closely.'
He heaves a sigh, and begins to make his way towards the throne room, hoping to at least rid himself of one of his many burdens. Mitsuki's expectations had been weighing down on him but it isn't something he would openly admit. After all, he is a proud member of the Bakugo Royal Guard and he would be damned if he were to show any weakness in front of the woman who'd been running this country ever since the King had fallen ill.
When he finally entered the castle, he was greeted by the servants with welcoming smiles. He nodded at their direction in acknowledgement, flashing them his charming grin before turning the corner that led towards the throne room. He cannot show them how truly anxious he feels. He's never quite felt like this before. For some strange reason he feels as though this meeting will not be like the rest.
Upon opening the doors, Denki took a few steps forward, kneeling before the Queen Mother. "I apologize for not arriving sooner, Your Majesty." He said with his head bowed, "There was a…"
"Hindrance?" Lady Mitsuki finished for him, "Aoi returned to me with tears in her eyes. You're a cruel man, Denki."
"I was just being honest."
"How noble of you."
"Forgive me but there are far more pressing matters at hand, Your Majesty. You yourself said it was urgent."
Mitsuki had looked amused, taking note of his sharp tone but Denki had no desire to be teased. His personal affairs are his own and are insignificant to that of the royal family.
"Then let's cut to the case." The Queen Mother rested her chin in her palm as she took him into consideration, the way her brows were tightly knit together showed that she was deep in thought, or perhaps struggled with how she should bring up the pressing subject. "I've asked two things of you Denki, what were they?"
"To keep Ochako Uraraka company until she is comfortable and to keep a watchful eye on Kenji Omura." He answered confidently, his voice unwavering.
Mituki cocked an elegant eyebrow. "What do you feel is more important?"
Denki furrowed his brows. "Kenji Omura is a possible threat to the crown."
Lady Mitsuki lifted her chin from her hand, now sitting completely upright on the throne she's occupied for many years. "While it may be true that Omura's situation is rather urgent, that is not the reason I called for you. This is about Ochako. You've been with her since the beginning of her time here in Attolia. You are the only one I trust enough to send for her."
Trying not to react to her statement, Denki dipped his head. "What about her ladies-in-waiting? I hear Lady Tsuyu is closest to her."
"She is busy preparing Katsuki's room for the evening. The other two are occupied as well. You are the only one."
Denki tried to suppress the uncomfortable feeling in his chest. He did not know what he was expecting. A part of him hoped what was written was not about Ochako. Anything else would've been fine and he would be more than willing to fulfill Lady Mitsuki's wishes if it did not involve her. But he had been cornered and he could never deny her.
"What would you want me to do?"
Mitsuki frowned. "I am sure you are aware that Katsuki and Ochako are yet to consummate their marriage. You have been witness to her sleeping in a separate room." Denki nodded so she continued. "It can no longer continue to be like this. Tonight it should finally happen."
Denki didn't understand. Katsuki isn't one to seek out Ochako and Ochako had become impatient with Katsuki. "When was this decided?"
"Katsuki demanded it. He made the choice last night."
"It's sudden."
"It shows that he's finally come to his senses. But this is for the security of our crown and of our bloodline. So I'm asking you, Denki, bring the girl to me. It is about time she fulfills her marital duties."
...
The doors of the throne room closed loudly behind him. Denki dragged a hand over his face at the sudden realization of his discomfort and curses under his breath.
'Bring the girl to me.' He's finding it incredibly hard to do that simple command. He may as well be considered a traitor to the crown. But he must do this… he must. What he thinks he's feeling for the royal is an inconvenience; a childish emotion that sneaked up on him. It could be easily suppressed.
With a sudden determination, he made his way towards Ochako's chamber but was only met with disappointment when he realized she wasn't inside. It wasn't until he came across a servant that he asked for her whereabouts to which they promptly gave him her location.
"She likes to spend her mornings in the garden." The woman said, head bowed as she dared not meet his gaze, realizing his rank. "You will find her there."
He thanked her and quickly made his way towards the garden and sure enough he found her. He stood frozen as he watched her.
He hadn't properly spoken with Ochako in a long time and yesterday's events made him realize just how much he missed the young royal. He purposefully kept his distance from the girl, Eijiro's words having left a lasting impression on him. And it's even more difficult to approach her now that he's realized these troublesome emotions.
At first it started as mere attraction. When he first laid eyes on her all those weeks ago, he had found her pleasing to look at, like many of the other women he had come across during his time. He never imagined it would come to the point where his heart would stutter at the mere sight of her. Once again he curses under his breath, he would laugh if he wasn't such an idiot. But he pushed down his emotions as he finally approached her.
"There you are."
Brown eyes turned to look at him and he smiled. She blinked up at him, her hands instantly reaching for him as she embraced him. "I've missed you, Denki." She sighed, but this is the first time she touched him so casually.
He stiffened at the contact, not expecting it. "I was preoccupied… watching over a new recruit." He said begrudgingly, pulling her away, the exhaustion evident in his eyes.
Ochako's shoulders visibly slumped, concern washing over her features as she finally put some distance between them. It was then when he noticed her state of being— how pale she looked.
"You haven't slept." He observed, noticing the dark circles underneath her eyes. She sheepishly grinned, knowing full well that she can no longer hide her emotions from him, having spent so much time with him, he could easily read her emotions.
"Tell me, Denki, am I a fool?"
"You've asked me that question before."
"And is your answer still the same?"
"No. You are foolish when it comes to the king."
She laughed then, a serene look on her face. "It appears I can no longer deny it." She fell silent and Denki clenched his jaw.
'Tonight it should finally happen.'
'It's sudden.'
'Katsuki demanded it. He made the choice last night.' Mitsuki's words continued to ring in his ears. "The Queen Mother wishes to speak with you." He said suddenly, as if remembering his reason for being here in the first place.
"Did she give you a reason?"
"I think you know why she's asking for you." He paused, noticing her visible distress. "Did something happen?"
She hesitated to answer, eyes downcast as she considered his question. He didn't fail to notice the slight blush on her cheeks. He didn't fail to notice her conflict. "Nothing happened." A lie. "It was late and… it was nothing."
Denki scrunched his brows together. It's almost as if she's trying to convince herself but is failing to do so. He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to say. "We should go." He offered her his hand but she didn't take it, she just stared at it, lost in thought. His hand immediately fell to his side and he turned away.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Why did he not kill him?"
Denki already knew who she was referring to. "Were you expecting him to?" He had his back turned to her, unsure of how to fully react to her questions.
"Yes." She admitted quietly, "Wasn't everyone?"
He turned to her then, and once again he could sense her conflict. "Sen Kaibara serves as a messenger. Katsuki wishes to no longer participate in Monoma's one on one death matches."
"What if Lord Monoma refuses?"
"Then he will be considered a traitor and will be dealt with accordingly."
Ochako nearly flinched, and Denki wants to comfort her— touch her. It was a selfish urge, one that sneaked up on him, and he comes to the terrifying conclusion that he wants to keep her happy. 'If she wasn't of royal blood you would court her for what she's worth then discard her once you grow bored.'
He does not love her.
'Only a fool with a death wish would love the King's wife.'
He does not love her.
'If she ever mentions going to him, encourage it.'
"Lady Mitsuki is waiting." He said softly, and she nodded, hesitation evident when she took a step forward.
He cannot love her.
«—»
"Lady Mitsuki is waiting."
Ochako nodded stiffly, her nerves preventing her from taking a step forward.
"I'll follow you."
Denki dipped his head and gestured for her to follow. She made sure she stayed close behind. Having Denki here was comforting, and she almost dreads the moment he will no longer be in her company but something about him today seems odd. He seems distant… and cold. And she fears to think if she's burdening him.
But the trek towards Lady Mitsuki's quarters had been a rather silent one. Maybe it was because Denki was engulfed in his own thoughts, after all, he did confide in her and admitted that he'd been rather busy looking over a new recruit… that could be a possible reason for his sudden distance.
At least, that's what she hoped for.
It wasn't until she stood before the familiar steel doors that she truly wished Denki stayed by her side. The sudden fear that engulfed her heart had her swallowing audibly and she reached for the doors with trembling hands.
"It'll be okay. I'll wait for you here."
Denki's kind words encouraged her and with a firm nod she pushed open the doors only for them to close loudly shortly after she had entered. She stepped forward and curtsied, head bowed in greeting. "Your Majesty." She said, relieved to find her voice steady.
She raised her head and met the gaze of the proud woman before her. This wasn't like the first time she had a private audience with her. When she first spoke with the Queen, there were hints of contempt in her eyes and a tension to her words as she spoke. Now, she no longer senses those things.
"How have you been enjoying yourself, Little Lamb?" Mitsuki's eyes shone with undeniable pride as she sat upon the throne, her words surprisingly gentle as she looked down on her.
"I've been getting accustomed to many things during my time here. I'm satisfied enough that I can't complain." She fidgeted with her hands, but she was being honest. She had been enjoying her time here in Attolia.
Mitsuki hummed, pleased. "I'm glad. This is your home now after all. It's only right that you are comfortable." Then her expression changed. "I'm sure you're wondering why I called for you so suddenly. It must be the reason why you look so worried."
Ochako's cheeks flushed. "I can't deny that it concerns me. Is this because of what Katsuki said last night?"
Something flashed in Mitsuki's eyes. "Yes. The preparations are already going underway. Tonight you and Katsuki shall finally consummate your marriage and tomorrow you will no longer be a consort but the Queen of Attolia."
Queen. Ochako was unsure of how to react to the news. She never imagined Katsuki would allow her to have the title he once denied her.
"You should be the one sitting upon this throne beside my son." She said sternly, "As it's your right! Katsuki has finally come to realize this."
Ochako's heart was beating wildly against her chest. This wasn't what she was expecting. She imagined this meeting would only focus on Katsuki's sudden declaration and her role in fulfilling it.
But Her Majesty had been looking at her pointedly, her expression difficult to decipher. But if she could take any guess it'll be that she had run out of patience, and she had simply run out of time. "You know what you must do, don't you, Ochako?"
Ochako steeled her nerves, casting her glance to the familiar grand portrait of Katsuki, remembering the previous night and his declaration of taking what is his. 'You will become mine.' She has no other option but to let herself be claimed. Katsuki has made up his mind. "Yes." She hated how her voice trembled at her answer. But she can no longer continue to avoid it.
She will rule Attolia with Katsuki by her side. She will try to be an honest and just Queen. She will be strong for her people, no matter the hardships that come with her new role.
She will not show any sign of weakness despite the target on her back.
"Remember this when you are queen, Ochako." Her eyes shot back to Mitsuki at her sharp tone. "The earth and the water move for you, for you are the most important. Give yourself willingly and completely. Do not let those who are unworthy of your time try to belittle you. Now go. Sir Denki will stay with you until it is time to meet with Katsuki."
Once again she was met with the gaze of fierce red eyes looking upon her with pride, unaware of her inner turmoil as she recalls her time in Farel and everything that transpired between her and Izuku. She cursed herself for thinking of him at a time like this— on the day she is to give herself to another man. The vow she made to not love another rings loudly in her ears. The eve of her wedding came to the forefront of her mind, and the letter she sent to him in desperation.
She remembers so clearly her intentions in sending him that note— her willingness to risk it all for a man who stood beside her for so many years. But Mitsuki knows none of this. She could never know that she had willingly given herself to another man but what she fears the most is the mere fact that she will no longer bleed. A dead give away of what she had been prohibited to do.
If I could give him anything it would be this. A moment to show him that she's finally accepted this fate; him.
Despite everything, she nods.
She no longer has anything to offer.
«—»
"Lovely isn't she? Like a blushing flower in bloom."
Katsuki stared out of the window of his carriage, following the advisor's line of sight. In the distance he saw his new wife being ushered into her own carriage by his guards. Her cheeks were flushed, no doubt from the tears she'd been suppressing throughout the night. He clenched his hands into tight fists on his lap.
Across from him sits Eijiro, and beside him Eiji, who'd been unable to hide his amusement as he observed the princess, his gaze returning to him as he let out an uninterested grunt when he witnessed Denki enter soon after.
"Wouldn't you agree, Your Highness? Your bride was a sight to behold in this gods-forsaken realm!"
Katsuki wanted nothing more but to silence the older man who'd become intoxicated by drinking Farel's filthy wine, and it appeared he was yet to become sober considering his outburst. He was met with a toothy grin as he finally brought his attention towards him, and he narrowed his eyes in warning.
But the silent warning was ignored. "Sir Eijiro, have you ever witnessed anything so beautiful?"
His guard in question frowned, irritated by the advisor's antics. Katsuki closed the curtains, unable to continue staring out onto the now empty fields, and was relieved to know they were finally returning home. The wheels of the carriage started moving and Eiji slumped back into the seat, pulling on his winter coat in an attempt to stay warm. "Truly a sight to behold." Eiji muttered, his gaze going back and forth between him and Eijiro. "I don't think you realize how lucky you are, Your Highness."
"That's enough!" Katsuki growled, hating how the advisor broke into a fit of laughter. "Not another word or else you'll be stripped naked and left here to freeze to death."
The threat alone was enough to calm the older man. His amused expression quickly changed as he sobered up at the thought. "I have no doubt you would do such a thing, Your Highness." His tone was now grave. "But no matter how much you deny it, you know damn well that woman is too lovely, too alive, to be ruined by you."
"Enough, Eiji." It was Eijiro who had spoken, sensing Katsuki's growing tension but the advisor was not perturbed by their deathly stares.
"You know I'm right, Your Highness. You will try to dim that woman's light but you know what I noticed?" Katsuki was now seething in his anger as he listened to the advisor spout drunken nonsense. He was beginning to wonder why he was letting him speak for so long. "When those seeds were poured into your hands, she had taken hers willingly while you, on the other hand, hesitated. Everyone witnessed it. To think the great Katsuki Bakugo would show a sign of weakness to his enemy turned wife had stunned the majority of the guests into silence."
The carriage jerked violently and Katsuki cursed loudly. He won't deny his hesitance. He remembered then, the moment he had taken those seven seeds and everything else that led up to this point— her reluctance to meet his eyes up on the altar after they both signed the marriage contract. He was disgusted. Her name next to his was ugly. Yet he had pretended to be unaffected as she sat beside him in the Great Hall.
He had appeared indifferent as he looked out onto the faceless sea of Farelian nobles.
"But only those who paid close attention noticed. Shouto Todoroki, for instance. I heard he was surprised by your actions."
Katsuki flicked his eyes towards Eijiro at the mention of Kernow's ruler. A once neutral kingdom was now a forced ally and it was all thanks to his beloved wife and this cursed marriage. "Get to the fucking point, old man."
Eiji grinned, leaning forward and the stench of alcohol invaded his senses making him instantly regret letting him ride with them. "Did you hesitate because you became aware of your wife's tryst with her knight?"
Katsuki's fist closed tightly around nothing, his eyes dangerously zeroed in on the advisor sitting next to him. Eiji leaned back not threatened by Katsuki's blood thirsty aura. "What are you implying?" He growled, the low timbre of his voice signified that he had enough of the older man's outlandish behavior.
Eiji shrugged. "That you become a completely different person when it comes to the lovely Ochako."
Katsuki ground his teeth. That couldn't possibly be true. Ochako Uraraka has no effect on him. Ever since he had become aware of her existence, he had sworn to keep her sidelined.
"Now the question is; would you allow her to keep her little secret?"
Katsuki had pondered the question. From the moment he realized her love for the knight, he had considered humiliating her— tarnishing her name forever. He stared at Eiji who'd been looking at him expectantly, as if he already knew his answer.
"A day may come where she will leave you for him. Are you willing to accept that humiliation?"
"No. She will not leave me." There was no hesitation when he spoke. Eiji raised his eyebrows in interest and Katsuki's scowl only seemed to deepen at his confession.
"One would kill to have your confidence, Your Highness."
It was then when Katsuki stood and towered over the older man. Eijiro held him back, grabbing onto his arm to stop him from doing something he might regret. "At our next stop you will no longer ride with us. Do you understand? You should know better than to mock me."
Now completely sober, Eiji nodded once before quickly looking away. "Of course. What a fool I am." He lifted the curtain to stare at the fields of white passing them by and muttered something under his breath that only Katsuki had managed to hear.
"Besides, only in death would you two be separated."
…
Upon entering his chamber, Katsuki had come to realize the severity of his actions.
He now stood in a room he did not recognize as his own. It was filled with servants who were busy meticulously decorating every corner of his private sanctuary. The one responsible for watching everything fall into place was none other than Tsuyu Asui, Ochako's lady-in-waiting.
When she finally took note of his presence she bowed, which he found strange because Tsuyu had never fully respected him. Every time others praised him for his accomplishments she would quickly dismiss them. She would mock him for his temper and tease him when things wouldn't go his way. She never looked upon him with admiration or fear. She simply didn't seem to care for his existence which irked him to no end. No one was ever able to ignore Katsuki Bakugo. His presence was always known.
But when she finally raised her head, she began to approach him. "You aren't supposed to be here." She quipped, her tone as monotonous as ever.
"This is my room." He said gruffly, brushing past her. His eyes narrowed. "Explain to me why you felt the need to change my room."
"This is what you asked for. It is also custom that we decorate the room for the consummation." She tilted her head to the side, a thoughtful finger on her chin, "Is it not to your liking?"
He cursed her for her nonchalance, scowling at the sight of the bright red roses that were now occupying every known space in his room. Their scent invaded his senses, the sight of red and gold irritated his eyes. 'This is what you asked for.' Yes. He had asked for this. The moment he had desired Ochako is the cause of this. "It stinks." He said, turning his spiteful glare towards the dark haired woman. "There are too many roses. Get rid of 'em."
"Roses are passionate and romantic." She explained, completely dismissing him, taking one in her hand and handing it to him. He swatted it away. "It is also Ochako's favorite flower. Do you not remember the Red Lake?"
Katsuki eyed the flower in her hand with a frown. Of course he remembered the Red Lake— his thorned rose; the way it looked floating amongst the others. He remembers Ochako's hesitance, her trembling frame as he held her hand. And most of all, he cannot forget the burning sensation he had felt the moment their hands connected and how it lasted long after the event had finished.
He had washed his hands raw just to rid himself of the uncomfortable feeling.
"It'll make Ochako happy."
Not once had he considered her happiness. The thought of satisfying her never crossed his mind. Because he is selfish and cruel and he hated her. He despised the woman from Farel. "Tch." He looked away, the sound sharp on his tongue and he was certain Tsuyu was content behind that mask of indifference. "Fine. Keep the damn roses. But I want them gone by tomorrow."
Tsuyu nodded once. Katsuki feels as though he's lost his mind. He was overwhelmed with an emotion he dared not name as he continued to observe the servants run about to get everything in order. His eyes followed the frame of a middle aged woman who held a lone flower. He watched as she placed it in a single crimson vase, on the center of the dresser that was a few feet away from his bed.
With a satisfied nod, the servant stepped away and Katsuki approached it.
"What's this?" He asked, reaching to touch the petals of the narcissus. It looked out of place amongst the roses. Like it didn't belong. He turned to Tsuyu for an answer only to find her smiling fondly at the flower.
"That is the physical embodiment of House Uraraka's insignia, Your Majesty." She spoke carefully, almost as if she were testing him. "The golden narcissus is a proud flower that represents new beginnings. It's quite fitting for the occasion."
"Fitting?"
"Yes. Considering this is a new start for you both."
Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek. Was this really a new beginning? Tsuyu said nothing else and he couldn't bring himself to ask any more senseless questions.
This wasn't a new beginning, he finally decided, realizing that his room was now completed and set for the evening. He's almost certain nothing will change after this. Because admitting such a thing would go against everything he once believed in. Every vile thought he's had of her and her home would become invalid.
"Treat her kindly. She isn't some whore you could throw onto your bed to claim." There was a warning in her tone and he was met with a pointed stare. Tsuyu's sudden concern had irritated him. Such a look would've been considered treason and if he were as cruel as he claimed he would decapitate her right in this very moment just to silence her.
"How I treat her is none of your concern, Asui." He said flatly, giving her a leveled look as she continued to glare at him. Tsuyu no longer tried to conceal her irritation. Her eyes flashed menacingly but he was not threatened. "I could've taken her last night if I wanted. Then none of this would be necessary."
"She wouldn't have let you."
"Right. 'Cause she belongs to that knight." He scoffed, his scowl deepening at the memory of their first private conversation. 'You wouldn't understand.' "How dare I want to claim something that is rightfully mine?"
It was then when she had faltered, knowing the truth behind his words and how much he meant them. "She belongs to no one." She said, indignant. "She is not an object to be claimed."
"So you're aware of who I'm referring to." Katsuki laughed darkly, his hair falling over his eyes. "Did she tell you herself or did you figure it out on your own?"
Tsuyu noticed her mistake and Katsuki waited for an answer. The way she was no longer able to meet his gaze gave the impression that she had misspoken. "She told me herself." She finally admitted after a brief silence. "She willingly told me about her relationship with Sir Izuku but it no longer matters. She had… renounced him."
"You mean to tell me she wouldn't run to his side the moment she has the chance?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
"How are you so certain?"
Tsuyu tensed but she still held his gaze. "He is in Kernow as we speak. He was sent there to aid Shouto Todoroki."
Does she really believe an ocean would keep them apart? Katsuki was no fool. He knew that his wife's affections for her knight ran deep. She made that clear. From the very beginning she had made that simple fact clear. 'I will never belong to you.' His gaze returned to the single flower in the vase and reached for it. It was light in his hand, fragile, a reminder of Ochako Uraraka and her delicacy. But she is stubborn and if she truly wanted she would leave this place just to spite him. The thought alone angers him. He crushed the flower in a quick motion, the torn petals falling to the ground.
He could feel Tsuyu's eyes on him, stunned, and he turned to her with an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes glowed red. "Get out." He growled, his piercing gaze cutting into her. Tsuyu blinked, unmoving, clearly confused by his actions that he himself didn't understand. "Get. Out." He demanded once again and Tsuyu finally reacted.
Gathering what was left, she cast him one last glance. "For what it's worth… if it comforts you… Ochako had already accepted her fate with you. Also…" her eyes flicked towards the now crushed flower, "…I will send for someone to replace the narcissus. Truly a shame you destroyed something so beautiful."
She left without saying another word. Katsuki tossed the stem onto the ground, irritation coursing through him as he was left alone. The memory of his vow to hate Ochako came to mind. From the moment he was made aware of her existence, he had promised to never acknowledge her for she is insignificant. But he can no longer deny her. Subconsciously, he'd been watching her. The simple thought of her being in the arms of another disturbs him— more than he would like to admit.
He cursed through grit teeth.
Katsuki was left feeling cold.
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They command her to undress.
Ochako tugs on the laces of her gown with trembling hands, allowing the fine silk to slip off her shoulders and fall clumsily onto the ground. She held her breath as an elderly woman circled around her, examining her naked body like a vulture. She gasps as a cold hand is pressed firmly onto her back, straightening her posture.
"You are a Bakugo. Stand like one." The older woman snapped, her words sharp on her tongue.
Ochako grimaced but did as she was told. She rolled her shoulders back despite her embarrassment, and allowed the servant to continue with her prodding. She scrubbed her skin raw, plucking her bare before lathering on a soothing ointment to reduce the redness. Then, she moved onto her hair, clipping it up with an extravagant ornament, exposing the elegant curve of her neck.
"His Majesty would be pleased with you." The servant said as she stepped back and observed her work. Ochako felt her body burn at the statement, her eyes following the older woman's frame as she moved to grab the robe that was laid out on the bed.
"You are not to disappoint him." A warning. Ochako kept her gaze focused on a spot on the wall. "Lift your arms."
Fine silk caressed overly sensitive skin. The fabric felt heavy on her body but it was delicate. She feared that if she moved too much it would tear and when she was instructed to lower her arms it dawned on her that this is what she would be wearing for the evening. Just a robe that hides the most intimate parts of her body.
"You are not to complain."
She'd been staring at that spot on the wall so intensely that she could burn a hole right through it. Her body shook in frustration. The words her mother had once said to her came to the forefront of her mind like a curse. 'Don't deny him.' She is to be docile and complaisant; a command that's been ingrained into her ever since she had found out of her engagement.
"Now look at yourself."
She turned and fully faced the mirror. If those who weren't from Attolia were to look at her, they would assume that she was fully dressed but in reality she was stark naked underneath a black robe that donned the Bakugo crest. Her face flushed red, looking at her own reflection, she could hardly recognize herself.
"A Farelian beauty." It sounded like an insult leaving the woman's lips. Ochako didn't know if she should thank her. For this was nothing to be thankful for. She stepped off the pedestal and put on the slippers that matched the robe. "Is Sir Denki waiting for you?"
She nodded curtly. "Yes. He's just beyond the door."
"Then there's no time to waste. He will escort you to Katsuki's chambers. Now don't look so mortified. No one will see you."
Ochako moved stiffly towards the door, her heart lodged in her throat. She didn't know whether she should believe the old handmaiden but with a trembling hand she turned the knob, coming face to face with Denki who'd been leaning against the cold stone wall.
Feeling completely exposed, Ochako took a steadying breath. But Denki's reaction upon seeing her had her curling in on herself. His eyes grew wide, face flushing red. His mouth hung open as he took her in, eyeing her up and down in shock.
"D-don't make this any more embarrassing for me, Denki, please!" She begged, her face on fire from mortification. This was far worse than being gawked upon by strangers.
Denki immediately shut his mouth and offered a quick apology. "Forgive me— I just— I didn't think they would make you wear that." He said, referring to the robe and its thinness.
Ochako tugged on the sleeves nervously. She too never imagined she'd be wearing something like this. She always imagined it would be something much more comfortable and much more plain. A night dress, for example. Or the gowns she often wears on a daily basis— something that'll take time to take off.
"Are you sure you're alright? You can always— you can always deny him, Ochako…"
She shook her head once. "I'm.. fine. I cannot be having such doubts Denki. Now take me to him… it's getting late." She was far too embarrassed to be standing before Denki in this state. She couldn't meet his gaze and opted to stare at the ground. It wasn't until Denki cleared his throat that she looked up. His back was turned to her, the tips of his ears were red, but she was thankful for the privacy he was offering her.
"Then let's go."
They walked in silence but that only served to make her even more anxious. Her heart was pounding against her chest in fear. As the doors that led to Katsuki's quarters drew nearer, the weight on her chest was becoming more unbearable.
Denki looked back at her from the corner of his eye as they finally reached their destination. She met his gaze steadily and he opened the doors to reveal a dimly lit room.
Everything was in place. Save for the one person she was expecting.
Anger settled over her like a wave. How dare he demand this of her yet he is not present? The amount of time it took to strip her bare, prep her skin, adorn her hair in a jewel encrusted ornament, was all for nothing. Her determination was quickly diminishing as she turned to Denki for an explanation.
But Denki said nothing and his silence only let her simmer in her disappointment. He frowned at her and Ochako grimaced, once again kept in the dark. To be kept waiting was torture, it only served to prolong this burden. She lowered her gaze to the ground.
If I could give him anything…
"This is where I leave you."
She looked back at Denki, her voice uncharacteristically tight. "…yes."
He had left her with a bow, leaving her alone and shivering.
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The setting sun was a telling sign that it was time.
Katsuki's face darkened as he pushed himself off the balcony's ledge and re-entered the room he'd been occupying for the last hour. His eyes fell upon the black robe that hung from the closet's door. He glared at the Bakugo crest as he began to undress, fully aware of its significance and his role in upholding the reputation of his family.
Tonight he will lie with Ochako Uraraka and come morning she will become his queen. It was a sudden decision, yet no matter how hard he tried, he cannot deny that she is the only one he could see standing beside him.
No matter his objections, he cannot deny that she is a perfect fit. For the security of the crown. He gripped the fine fabric tightly, tearing it slightly as he cursed himself for his actions from the night before. If only he never stumbled into the great Dining Hall drunk and agitated. Then maybe he never would have realized just how much he truly desired the woman he married as she looked upon him with those eyes that have plagued his thoughts from the moment he first saw her up on that balcony.
At times he wonders if he's gone mad.
Because at the time he felt disgusted— angry at the fact that he had stepped foot into enemy territory just to appease his parents but now… now the only thing he felt was desire— the desire for his wife's body.
He exhaled through his nose before putting on his robe. It was a tolerable weight on his shoulders as he secured the sash around his waist. It was thin, but not enough to expose the most intimate parts of his body. He then wondered if his wife was wearing something similar, an unbidden thought that left him feeling eager to fully claim her as his own.
No matter his previous thoughts of her, this was completely unrelated to his hate. This union must be consumed and until then he will be completely free of his parents' shackles of expectations and responsibilities.
He exited the room and began to make his way towards his bedchamber where he is certain she is waiting.
It didn't take long for him to reach his destination. He pushed open the door, his heart a steady beat underneath his chest.
Her back is turned to him.
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She's hidden from his judgment, yet she still feels it.
She didn't dare turn to look at him. The way she immediately felt his presence when he entered had her straightening her posture. But his footsteps had been light. Lighter than what she had expected as he approached her.
Ochako exhaled a shaky breath in an attempt to calm her frayed nerves. The way her heart pounded in her chest as he now stood before her made her realize how afraid she truly felt. She eyed him briefly, a quick scan of his physique, and found that he was wearing a robe identical to her own; fine silk, heavy, with the Bakugo crest proudly displayed on the back.
She then allowed herself to focus on her surroundings. The room— their room— had been prepped for the evening. Elegant silk crimson curtains draped from the canopy. Crimson silk sheets with gold embroidery embellished the bed. A platter with a variety of high quality fruits, nuts, and cheeses was displayed at the foot of the bed.
Roses along with candles were placed on every corner of the room. But what caught her attention the most was the single golden narcissus placed at the center of the dresser— her family emblem— not as beautiful as the roses that surrounded it. And yet, despite the beauty of this room, she cannot help but think back to the night she spent with Izuku. It was a stark contrast to the murky basement she had her first time in. She swallowed thickly as her eyes finally focused on Katsuki and allowed her robe to slip off her shoulders.
His dark eyes took her in, and she wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.
She wondered, and she hates to admit it, if he thought she was beautiful.
But his expression did not change, except for the minor clench of his jaw as her robe finally hit the ground, and he stood still, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she stood before him.
It took every ounce of her willpower to not cover herself. Her face felt hot, embarrassment quickly overtaking her as Katsuki finally took a step forward. She did her best to not take a step back, and she trembled, holding her breath as he raised his hand as if to reach for her.
"How cruel of you to keep me waiting." She said as he finally made contact with her skin, relieved to find her voice steady despite her nervousness. His hand, unexpectedly gentle, cupped her cheek as his eyes scanned every feature of her face. Her lips quivered and he still had that wretched frown tugging on his lips. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show up."
Warmth spread through her as he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. The furrow between his brows showed his uncertainty. Noticing that minor detail made her realize how close they were. "I didn't know you were eager."
"I'm not." She spoke too quickly, hating his unreadable expressions as he continued to examine her face. "But this is your responsibility as much as it is mine."
Katsuki's eyes darkened. "You speak of responsibility yet you tremble underneath my touch. You are hesitant."
"And you're uncertain."
He exhaled a breath and his hand had found its way behind her neck. "I know what I want." He whispered, his other hand finding its place on her bare hip. The touch itself was scorching, and once again her face flushed a deep scarlet at their sudden proximity. "And what I want is standing right in front of me."
She swallowed nervously. Hearing him say those words so brazenly is making her wonder if he truly means them. Because the last time he admitted such a thing, he had been intoxicated, completely unaware. "Y-You don't mean that." She stammered, his grip on her hip tightening ever so slightly. "You hate me. You've hated me from the very beginning…"
"Love. Hate. I've been hearing those words far too often." He growled, leaning forward to the point where she could feel his breath on her lips. "This has nothing to do with either of those things. It's meaningless."
The hand behind her neck had begun to guide her forward and she knew what was coming. Katsuki leaned in closer, his head tilted to kiss her, but her eyes clenched shut and she turned away. It's meaningless. His lips caught her cheek briefly before he pulled away.
"You don't mean it…" She said softly, refusing to look at him. And she knew this was wrong. To deny him once again was wrong. But her heart won't allow her to get any closer to the man who had constantly pushed her away. "You say it is meaningless but… but the thought of bedding me disgusts you. Admit it."
She looked at him from beneath her lashes as she waited for a response, and only Katsuki's hold on her tightened. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The hand behind her neck had returned to her chin, bringing her gaze back to him. "I've bedded a whore from a brothel. What makes you believe I wouldn't bed you?"
"You dare compare me to them?!"
"Is it wrong for a man to lust after his wife?" He countered sharply. "You said it yourself. This is my responsibility as much as it is yours. And yet you're the one stalling. This would be quicker if you'd just stay quiet."
It was then when Ochako finally pushed him away, suddenly angry. "You're sadly mistaken if you truly believe I will stay silent." She hissed, the sudden cold making gooseflesh appear on her skin.
Katsuki was unfazed by her rejection. He bent down and picked up her robe from the floor, and she watched as he approached her, his strides quickly closing the distance. He narrowed his eyes. "Asui said you have accepted me. Was that a lie?"
Powerful hands brushed the sensitive skin of her bare arms as he once again put that dreadful robe over her shoulders. She blinked up at him, her hands instinctively tightening the sash around her waist. "It is not." She answered, wondering when Tsuyu had the chance to speak with Katsuki. "I respect your mother enough to not go against her wishes. But this union is for the protection of the crown. Which is the exact reason why I have accepted this life that was built on lies."
"Then lie with me." She cursed him for staying so calm. The way Katsuki steadily held her gaze made her breath get caught in her throat. "Show me that you have relented. Let's put an end to this damned burden."
"Not yet." She was adamant on her response, fully aware of how childish she was behaving but the thought of laying beside him, with him, caused her throat to tighten. Now it was she who was putting off the inevitable.
Katsuki knit his brows together, but he showed no signs of impatience. "Then when?"
"I can't give you an answer that validates my decision."
"Is it because of him?" Ochako averted her gaze at the question and once again Katsuki reached for her, his hand gripping onto her arm. "You were once so adamant on your love for that knight. You dare stand here and tell me he has not influenced this hesitation of yours?"
She looked into his eyes, his vice grip on her arm was almost bruising but she didn't shake him off nor did she try to. "It appears you now understand why my heart does not beat beneath your touch." He let go of her, his expression difficult to discern in the flickering light of the candles.
"So that's how you want to play this game." He stepped away from her, approaching their bed with controlled steps. She witnessed as he grabbed a knife from the fruit platter, watched as he sliced his palm and smeared his blood onto the sheets. "You will no longer bleed." He said, not looking at her directly. "This is to keep people from asking questions— no one will question whether we've fucked or not because the evidence is there."
Ochako was stunned into silence, unmoving. Katsuki had begun to wrap his injured hand with a white cloth bringing his fierce gaze back towards her and that was when she finally reacted. She went to him, wanting to help nurse his injured hand but he never allowed her to get any closer. She exhaled a shuddering breath, brows furrowed in confusion. "Why?"
He merely looked at her. "I will not touch you until you want me to. The room you will keep to yourself, I will be in the next room over. " He moved around her to make his way towards the door and Ochako followed. "You will no longer need to be concerned about the demands of solidifying this union."
"What if someone sees you?" Katsuki stopped in his tracks. "What if someone were to see you leave a room that is not your own? What would they think then?"
He opened the door, giving her a last glance. "No one would dare question me. Besides, I don't think it'll be a problem. Since all you want to do is play pretend." He exited, the door slamming shut behind him and Ochako was left alone and burning.
She rapidly blinked away the tears and forced herself to regain her composure. Bakugo Katsuki had left her in her shame with no intentions of returning to her side. If only he had taken her by force then maybe she wouldn't have felt so filthy. Denying him made her feel dirty. This fear she has of him is what caused this.
Yet his intentions had been true.
He wanted to lay with her. Whether it was love or lust, he had wanted her and like a childish fool she had pushed him away.
She exhaled a trembling breath.
Can a man's blood taint a woman's soul?