bunny lost her way

“There was a group plotting your assasination, Lady Bunny. Did you expect me to let them live?”

He’s not supposed to call you by that silly moniker he gave you in your youth. If your father ever heard it slip from Lohen’s tongue, you know that he’d immediately cut it out. Lohen was allowed to remain in service to the royal court because of his results, but if it were up to your father, he’d be next to the gallows. You’ve tried as hard as possible to make this evident to Lohen—to tell him how much you fear what may come to pass should the true nature of your relationship be discovered—yet every night, he repeats the same actions.

He presents himself to your quarters, covered in blood or not, and etches every inch of himself into your skin so you’ll never forget him.

“Lohen,” you try to say. When his lips kiss their way up your arm, you again say, “Lohen.”

“Mm?” he answers, voice rumbling against your skin. “Yes, Princess?”

Heat flushes your face when his red eyes flick to yours. Swallowing back your trepidation, you say, “This has gone too far. It’s best if we stop this.”

He stares at you before pressing another warm, wet kiss to your forearm. Your head turns to follow him when he rises to his full height, your heart hammering in your chest. His arm curls around your hips, bringing you right into that blood-stained chestplate of his. With a charming smirk, he says, “That’s one order I’m afraid I can’t obey, Lady Bunny.”

You place your hand to his chest, but you lack the willpower to push him away from you. In the depths of your heart, you know the truth—you’re in love with the Royal Knight of the 5th Regiment, and you’ll never be able to deny it.

His kiss comes gentle, a stark contrast to the blood and violence his appearance entails. You lift your palms to his face, feeling the coarse texture of dried blood, but that doesn’t stop you from pulling him further into you. He tastes like the mint candies he makes for you in his free time, his sole hobby ever since the day you declared them to be your favorite. You melt into that sweet taste and wrap your arms around his neck with a soft moan.

The way his fingers tighten around your hips tells you what he’s thinking. Immediately, you withdraw from his kiss, trying to ward off the impulse you know you both feel. His face is flushed red from one ear to the other, and as he stares at your lips, soft pants fall from his own.

You smile. “You need to bathe.”

Lohen’s eyes flick back to yours. With a grin, he nods.

“You’re bathing with me. Right, milady?”

His playful smile reminds you of how you always played together in your youth, Lohen leading the way as you explored your parents’ royal garden. From that moment on, he swore his fealty to you, and as a lovesick child, you promised him your hand in exchange. You swore to always be there for one another, and were practically inseparable until your royal duties mandated it be so.

You’re nearly of age for marriage. As the sole inheritor of the crown, bachelors from all over the halidom have been scrambling over each other to win your affections. Your father has pushed suitor after suitor onto you, but at the end of every date, they’ve either changed their tune or mysteriously fallen ill. Perhaps your only saving grace in this situation is that your father loathes a weak man, and that Lohen is so adept at handling them.

You know he’s the reason that no suitor has met your father’s expectations yet. But when he holds you in his arms like this, you just don’t care. He’s the only man you see, from your waking moments to when you fall asleep, and you would rather suffer the wrath of the kingdom itself than imagine a life without him.

“I’ll bathe with you,” you say softly. “Will you wash my back for me?”

“If you wash my hair,” he answers. “And I’ll apply all the moisturizer you want afterwards.”

You laugh. “You’ll have to rub it in well this time. And not get distracted when you get to my thighs.”

His eyelids lower slightly, sending a pleasured thrill through your cheeks. In a low, suggestive tone, he says, “I’ll try my hardest, milady…but you’re asking an awfully difficult task of me.”

You giggle, but you take his hand in yours. With you taking the lead this time, you teasingly chirp, “Get distracted, and it’ll be off with your head.”

“Mm, I wouldn’t mind it if you were the one beheading me. Dying at the hands of an angel doesn’t sound too bad.”

You laugh again. Jokes aside, you tell him, “I’m not strong enough to behead you, Lohen.”

“Which is exactly why it would be perfect,” he chirps. “Slow, agonizing, and painful—all at the hands of my fairest lady. What more could your loyal vassal ask for?”

His humor is always so dark and violent, but it never fails to make you laugh. Perhaps that makes you somewhat twisted, but it’s never been something that’s bothered either of you. Of course, the high court would see to it that you spoke nothing of these dark themes when interacting with the other nobles, but with Lohen, you have the freedom to act how you like.

And he loves you for it. Not for your title as Princess, and not for your status in the kingdom. He simply loves you for you.

As soon as you cross into the bathroom, you turn to smile at him. He smiles back, and even though he’s covered in the blood of your enemies, your heart swells with adoration.

Just as he loves you for you, you love Lohen for him. No royal mandate will ever change that.

a/n: lohen is so fun to cook AUs up with... might do some more works in this "universe" in the future! anyway, if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a me a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated! icymi! chai's last lohen post: etched into bone and soul, agbishp ch. 6 (150+ notes) masterlist