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that night, my husband is 'working late' once again and i'm left to sit at home with the lovely meal i prepared in hopes that we can try again for a baby. i'm a little surprised when the doorbell rings; i don't have many friends and we live on a quiet street. i am shocked to find out that the living embodiment of the romantic lead of the latest romantasy novel is on my doorstep, wanting to come in. something's... off about him. he's everything i could ever imagine, but his eyes are black and he's much larger than a regular human being. he tells me he's here to give me a baby.

To say this arrangement was not to his liking was an understatement. For years, Jihoon- known affectionately to those closest as Nox- had raged against the arrangement. Hunger strikes before each visit to the princess, sullen silence after. Each time he had been forced to visit, he'd tried to avoid her. To escape her ceaseless yapping and questions. She'd been too young to know just what was going on but he certainly had not been.

And now, as the day had arrived, and the servants about the foreign castle bustled about crowing joy about the wedding... now the princess seemed to finally feel the same way as him. "If she has no wish to marry, then finally, we are of like mind. I will not be the one to go convince her." He was slumped in a chair, his mother threatening to rip perfectly coiffed hair out of her head at the 'ridiculousness' of the situation. Why would he? A prince would beg no one to marry him- especially not a near stranger he hadn't seen since his 14th summer.

as expected, the prince was met with another bit of prolonged silence. then, shuffling followed as she pushed herself off the windowsill to cross her chambers. clearly, it was well-loved and hers, from the intricately crafted canopy bed to the sweet aromas of fragranced oils and dried flowers that lingered in the air.

apollonia hadn't wanted to open the door, let alone allow him inside, but she knew her parents well enough. she knew her father would be disappointed by her behavior, and her mother would click her teeth at the unwelcoming attitude toward their guests. she'd been raised better—far better than the way she'd been acting all morning.

he's gearing up for the ritual of gently ushering myles out the door when that now familiar body presses up against him — far too warm and comfortable feeling for comfort. part of him yearns to take the words at face value ; take the gift and deal with the repercussions later, but he's been trying to get in the habit of not doing things that hurt him. mostly. " seriously ?? " he tries to twist around in the circle of myles' arms, gives up after barely a moment of trying. " did i wear you out that much you can't even wander your way home ?? i'm immune to your manipulations by now, y'know — " a valiant statement considering his heart is practically begging him to shut up, every exhale myles makes bleeding warmth against his neck. " — you're going to have to try harder if you want to get out of going outside. "

rejection burned in his chest and throat. he inwardly praised himself for burying his face into the side of rafa’s neck because he could feel the warmth of embarrassment staining his sharp cheeks. when the emotions settled, and he was ready to face the heavy storm of whatever brewed between the pair, myles lifted his head.

the expression on his face was one forged from mild annoyance and wounded pride. he had been worn out, but he wouldn’t admit to rafa. sure, he’d grovel, whine, plead, and beg. that, on the other hand, was a high-horse he’d refuse to step down from. “worn out?” the words slip out incredulously, paired with a small wrinkle to his nose. “no… no. no. i went to pilates with maisie earlier this week. just sore. thought i told you.”

The immediate aftermath was always interesting. Returning to herself among the heavy breaths and sprawling along on her side of the bed until that labored breathing reached something softer. It gave her room to think past the fire of attraction often lit in her around him.

Now that it was over she would be sending him on his way, at least she would soon. It wasn't always a strict timeline of coming down and kicking him out. She didn't let him stay till morning. That wasn't how this worked. It was what they agreed on. It's what worked. They were friends beyond these nights sure, but these nights had a routine for a reason. If she let him stay, it would lead to having breakfast, which would lead to more and she just, she knew better than that.

the moment she’d agreed, his body went limp atop her as all the air escaped from his lungs. previous tension that’d painstakingly built within the seconds he’d waited for either her acceptance or denial was one that felt like an eternity. but she agreed. that was progress enough.