Anonymous asked:

Royalty mini prompt: klaus is a single king. caroline works around the palace. these 2 have an affair behind closed doors. she & another palace employee start flirting with each other. klaus gets mad/jealous & caroline is confused as to why, because she didn't think what was going on between the 2 of them was actually going anywhere.

Thanks so much, nonnie! And by the way pickles are awesome! Just wish they were as prevalent in my country as they are in the US!

Hey Jealousy

Klaus was exhausted, as King of England his day had been full of official events as usual but there was something else weighing on his mind. Her.

He pulled on his pyjama pants and attempted to settle in bed but it was hopeless, she was all he could think about which was making sleep practically impossible.

He laid there for hours tossing and turning, the loud ticking of the wall clock not facilitating any kind of slumber. Klaus ripped off the bed covers and made his way towards the palace kitchen, not even bothering to put on a top he was that distracted.

The halls were eerily quiet as he made his descent and Klaus didn't waste any time opening the fridge door on arrival. The Palace were usually strict about him making his own snacks but tonight he didn't need or want a lecture from his personal aide.

He pulled out the jar of dijon, followed by the roast beef and the pickles he'd ordered specially. Klaus was looking forward to a sandwich but he was wondering if he needed something stronger to down it with.

"What do you think you're doing?" A familiar voice enquired. Klaus didn't need to turn around to know her hands were placed firmly on her hips.

"Making a sandwich, what do you think?" His response was decidedly more aggressive than he'd intended but after what he'd seen at lunch it wasn't unwarranted.

"Nice to see my tastes have influenced yours," she offered, moving across the island bench and gesturing towards the pickles.

"Do you want me to applaud you?"

"Last time I checked all applause was meant solely for you, Your Majesty." Klaus closed his eyes, trying to contain his emotions but was struggling.

"Don't call me that," he managed to bite out.

"But it's…."

"We don't do that Caroline, at least that's what I thought until…"

"Until?" She insisted, making her way around the kitchen island and staring at him intently, her blue eyes unwavering.

"It's obvious I don't mean very much to you."

"What makes you think that?"

"I saw you and him after lunch," he stammered.

Klaus was always confident and unaffected until it came to his first meeting with the American, palace executive chef. She was culinarily blessed but even more than that she was beautiful, intelligent and wickedly witty. He'd fallen in love with her on the spot but it seemed as if she didn't reciprocate his feelings.

"He started it," she offered, taking a seat by his side and making his sandwich. "But I assume you missed the part where i kneed him in the balls?"

"Brutal, but I completely accept that course of action," Klaus implored, his earlier anxiety making way for something much more peaceful. "Do I need to fire his ass?"

"And why would you do that exactly?"

"Well," he stumbled briefly. "Because he treated you improperly."

"And that's it?" She asked, placing the final piece of bread on top. Klaus was dumbstruck, unable to respond immediately. "Your Majesty."

"I told you not to call me that, love," he rambled, his hands holding onto hers tightly without much rational thought. "We have more than that."

"Do we? Last time I checked we come from completely different worlds and…" Before she could continue, Klaus placed his mouth over her perfect, pink lips. She always felt like he was home and this instance was no different.

She melted into him, her tongue requesting entry into his mouth which he accepted greedily, pulling her into his arms. Klaus would never tire of her mouth on his.

"No, we can't," she stuttered, finally pushing him away, her lips slightly bruised from their contact. "I refuse to be that girl."

"What? The girl whom I love?" Her expression still seemed dubious. "I want you, Caroline. I love you." Her blue eyes were now wide in disbelief. "I only wish I'd told you sooner."

"Why?" She managed to utter, even though she was paralysed.

"England has always been my home but the only time I've ever felt that was when you breezed into my life all those months ago and introduced me to pickles. That's when I knew I was ruined forever."

"If you are talking badly about pickles I'm not sure we can be friends." He pulled her towards him closely, placing a chaste kiss on her nose.

"I want to be more than friends," he implored. "In fact I was hoping you might agree to be my wife, you know if that's okay?" Caroline felt her whole body tense, not expecting that response.

"I might need some time," she murmured.

"Well, lucky I have this awesome sandwich to digest in the meantime," he smirked, taking a big bite.

A year later they officially became husband and wife but she insisted he never mention how they actually became engaged. Klaus agreed but only if there were pickles featured in the menu at the reception.