Who Made Me a Princess | Felix Robane x Lilian York | T | 447 words
A/N: One day I will definitely write smut for them.
It was foolish on his part, an unplanned, unthought-out lightning-strike of urge that Felix was surely going to regret later, when he would be alone in his room, sitting on the bed, breathless, head on his hands, hot with embarrassment – and want.
But now, right now, something else occupied his mind – and his body.
It occurred to Felix only now that he was much taller than Lilian – her height just reaching up to his nose, and she had to crane her neck to look directly into his eyes. But within this close proximity – him pressing up at her against a wall, behind a large statue that hid them from the princess and the imperial mage who were currently arguing about foreign relations and diplomacy – he could smell the floral fragrance that clung to her soft hair.
“Ms. Lilian,” he whispered, tried his best not to make it sound like a moan, “please don't move too much.”
But it was too late: Lilian attempted to turn away, and in the process her hand brushed against his trousers, and he bit his lower lip down hard and she snatched her hand away like she was burned. Her face and her hand, burned.
That was when Princess Athanasia and Imperial Mage Lucas made out.
Felix pushed himself further into the wall, Lilian in between, tried to hide themselves more from the young couple’s line of sight. This was why, earlier, Lilian grabbed his arm and pulled him into the shadows despite Felix’s flustered protests. The princess and the mage must never know that the whole palace had already realized they were an item. Even the emperor had known; he was silent about it only because he was stealthily plotting the imperial mage’s demise.
Lilian felt soft against his body. In spite of the layers of fabric between them, Lilian was small and soft in his arms. Felix felt very hot from that fact, and did his best to imagine the emperor’s murderous face so he could murder the desire that Lilian was definitely feeling between their tightly pressed bodies. He also wanted to be murdered, whether by Emperor Claude as a collateral or by Lilian herself as a willing victim, Felix wasn't picky.
A pair of retreating footsteps cut through the thick quiet, and when he was certain the princess and the mage were gone, Felix stumbled away from Lilian as she forced distance between each other. A stream of apologies was ready to cascade out of his mouth, but he was denied of the chance when Lilian immediately scurried away, mortifyingly red and mortifyingly tearful.
Left there, Felix could only watch, agape, the statue his sole witness.
