#hamilton preference

Daveed didn’t miss the lilt of her voice when she said who. He tried to keep his face neutral, knowing that she could care less about what the meaning behind his lyrics was – it was obvious that it was about sex since he referenced it frequently – and that what she really wanted to know was his relationship status. He tried his hardest to keep his private life hidden and it drove the media wild by not having anything on him. While he was immune to the paparazzi in his face or the fans that would try and follow him home, Y/N was not. She was a normal girl, a sweet and innocent elementary school teacher that he wanted to protect from the venomous claws of the media.

Daveed let Nadeska think that the smile on his face was from her question, not the thought of his girlfriend being innocent.

Because she was anything but. 

“She’s sitting there in a white dress, looking like she could get it. Licking the lips of the reddest; should invest in a head clinic. Lay still and let her leech and suck.”

She wore a white dress the day that he met her parents, her lips painted a sinful red that made Daveed’s cock hard when he first saw her. She greeted him at the door of her parent’s home, took the flowers from his hand and gave him a tight hug that pressed her body deliciously against his.

“If you’re a good boy and impress my parents, I’ll promise to give you a treat,” she whispered, cupping his dick through his jeans.

Later the night, he tiptoed his way from the guest bedroom to her room, body humming with desire. All throughout dinner she was teasing him, keeping her hand on his thigh and rubbing her leg against his. As promised, he behaved, complimenting her Mother’s cooking and half-heartedly debating with her Father about basketball, ignoring the fact that all he wanted was to do was to fuck their daughter into the ground until she couldn’t walk anymore.

The second he stepped into her room, she grabbed him and pushed him on her bed, a twin-sized mattress that he easily dwarfed with his body. She pulled at his belt and reached for his zipper.

The sound of the metal teeth parting in her childhood bedroom was a sound that he could still vividly remember to this day.

She gave him a treat alright – a mind-numbing, toe-curling blowjob that smeared the red lipstick off her lips and left marks on his dick.

“And she lookin’ like you ain’t gon’ smash. Get it in. But she got her legs up on the dash.” 

It was 3 A.M. William and Jonathan were fast asleep in the backseat of the car, exhausted from the show.

Good.

Daveed was proud that he knew how to multi-task. He kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other was busy exploring between Y/N’s legs. One of her foot was propped up on the dash while the other was on the car floor, her pussy open to his fingers.

Her bottom lip was trapped under her teeth, her eyebrows bunched together and hips rolling to meet the thrust of his fingers. She was close, he could feel it; the tightening of her walls around his fingers was a clear sign of her impending release.

She flung her head back and let out a shaky breath when she came. A gush of wetness coated Daveed’s fingers and he brought it up to his lips for a taste.

Delicious.

 Y/N, after she composed herself and flipped her skirt back down to cover her body,  gave him a kiss that promised more to come at home.

It was thirty minutes later, when William and Jonathan both awakened from sleep, that they both let out a complain when they smelled the stench of sex in the air:

“Really? You couldn’t wait until you got home?!”

They drove the rest of the way with the windows down.

“Make it red. Clap clap.”

She fucking loved it when he was rough.

Daveed pressed down on her shoulders, and she complied, whimpering as she lowered her face on the mattress. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, wrists bound together by a black cloth, matching the ones he tied around her eyes. He dug his fingers into her hips, fucking her hard from behind. 

Every push and pull of his cock against her flesh was torturous, her wet pussy pulling at him every time he moved, begging not to leave her. He focused on the dimples of her back, his thumb gently caressing the indentations.

He slowly drew back from her and a hiss escaped from his lips – the friction of her pussy around his dick was heavenly. Y/N whined as she shifted her hips, attempting to fill herself up again when he had yet to move.

“No,” Daveed cooed as he squeezed her ass to stop her, “didn’t I say that we go by my rules tonight?”

She stilled, gasping when he delivered a sharp sting to her bottom.

Daveed shivered in delight as her pussy tightened in excitement when he landed another blow to her cheeks. After a slow, experimental thrust, he spanked her again.

She wailed, her bound hands clasped together tightly turning white.

Another thrust, another spank.

Again and again and again.

She keened when she came, the rhythmic pulsing of her walls causing Daveed to be pushed over the edge. 

“Fuck!” Daveed snarled, the roaring sound in his ears overpowering the sound of his heavily pounding heart. He pushed himself deeper, forgetting where he started and she began, savoring the feel of her body.

In the depths of his mind, he hears a beat, a gritty, powerful sound, and the beginnings of a new song: Tighten up, stay strapped. Make it red. Clap clap.

“Baby, you okay?” he whispered, pulling away from her and taking off the binds around her eyes and hands, “don’t be mad, but I really, really, really need to write a song right now.”

Y/N let out a sigh of contentment and snuggled against the bed, a satisfied smile on her face. Taking that as a sign of approval, Daveed covered her sleeping body with a blanket and rushed off to his office, lyrics still fresh in his mind.

“Mr. Diggs? Any explanation to how those lyrics came to be?”

Daveed smiles and crosses his legs. “What can I say? I like to fuck.”

Her mouth opens in shock.

“You are appalling, Prince Lin-Manuel,” you seethed, your playful mood gone, “I will make good on my earlier promise if you lay a finger on me.”

He threw his head back and cackled. “But we are madly in love, are we not? I can’t resist the temptation to touch my beautiful bride-to-be.”

“Already playing into the role of the loving groom, I see,” you retorted, folding your arms across of chest. You refused to fall for his trap to fluster you.

He laughed again, mirth dancing in his eyes. “I’m always ready to play the part. Besides, it is not a difficult task to pretend that I am fond of you.”

Your mouth snapped shut, heart fluttering at the low rumble of his words. “I…” you started, troubled that you were at loss for a reply. The smile of triumph that slowly spread across his face caused your cheeks to heat in response. “I cannot say the same for you,” you continued, inwardly scowling at your lackluster reply.

Fortunately, the carriage slowed, directing his attention from your flushed face to the approaching huts. He turned back to you, teasing smile gone. “Are you ready?” he asked, voice gentle.

You let out a loud exhale, throat constricting at your realization of the forthcoming trials and the lies that you were going to feed to innocent people. “I will never be. I have no choice but to endure, do I?”

He smiled wryly. “No need to remind me, Princess.”

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Upon arrival, Prince Lin brushed off the coachman that tried to assist you out of the carriage, offering his hand to you instead. You noticed the crowd that gathered as you stood at the threshold of the opening, their scrutinizing eyes watching the scene unfold.

With a forced smile, you took his hand and placed a foot on the folding step, using him for balance. When he suddenly drew back, you felt your body tip forward, and you opened your mouth to squeal -  but the noise was caught in your throat when his hands wrapped around your waist to guide you safely to the ground. You stared up at him, alarmed, heart racing from his unexpected horseplay.  “What –” you sputtered, bewildered.

You heard the hushed whispers arise from the crowd, and when you became aware of his motives, you couldn’t prevent the incredulous giggle that escaped your mouth. “You are devious, Prince Lin-Manuel.”

He grinned, remaining silent as he untangled his hands from your waist. “Let the show begin, Princess,” he cooed, offering his hand to you once more.

You didn’t have a chance to reply before the sound of rushed footsteps caught your attention. You turned just in time to see two little girls racing forward, leaving their protesting father behind, their arms full of flowers.

“For the future Queen!” The taller one chirped, lifting a flower crown to you. You inspected it, smiling when you realized that the blossoms were the ones that you asked Prince Lin to name during your walks through the palace’s garden. The crown was decorated with silk rose buds, peach flowers, white daises, and orange ranunculus; the blend of colors complimented each other beautifully.

“For me?” you asked, melting at her enthusiasm.  You quickly waved off the guard that stepped forward, ready to reprimand the girl that dared to approach you so informally.

She nodded, pigtails bouncing with her zealous movements.

With a small laugh, you kneeled and leaned forward, offering the crown of your head to her. Another low murmur came from the crowd, but you ignored it, welcoming the weight of the flowers when she placed it on your head. “Did you make this?” you asked.

“Yes! My younger sister and I spent days crafting the crowns for you and the Prince!” she replied, beaming.

You glimpsed at Prince Lin, who now had a similar crown resting on his head. “Thank you. I am honored to receive your gifts.”

She curtsied and gave you a toothy grin before she and her sister were swept up into the arms of their panicked father. He bowed low, apologizing profusely at his daughters’ boldness and insolence. You stood and gave him a comforting smile. “I take no offense. I am pleased to be welcomed so warmly.”

Wide-eyed and still stammering his apologies, he bowed low once more and carried his girls back into the safety of the crowd.

After waving goodbye to the ecstatic girls peering over their father’s shoulders, you turned to look at the silent Prince. “What is it?” you asked, seeing the soft smile on his face.

“These crowns,” he said, reaching to touch the flowers that rested on top of your head, “are what my people give to newlyweds. It is to wish the bride and groom a happy and lengthy marriage.”

“Oh,” you replied, stunned.

He smiled. “Perhaps my people do not need much convincing after all.”

Throughout the day you met the Lords of each village; their humility and respect towards you and your family were admirable. They greeted you with open arms, offering gifts in celebration for the upcoming wedding. Each time the Lord of the current village led the group through his lands, your father and Margaret inquired about the efficiency and methods of production, eager to know more about the mechanics of the village. Meanwhile, you and Prince Lin trailed behind them, their words falling on deaf ears. Instead, you listened as he clarified what crops were grown in each village, explained the story behind certain customs that you noticed and were curious of, and even named the flowers that you spotted and didn’t recognize.

As the carriage drew near the last village you were arranged to visit, you caught a glimpse of Prince Lin out of the corner of your eye. He was uncharacteristically quiet, gazing off into the distance, fingers drumming against his crossed legs, with a deep set frown on his face. The setting sun kissed his skin, bathing him an orange glow that caused his dark eyes to lighten.

“Prince Lin,” you said before you could stop yourself.

He turned, the frown softening into a small smile. “Yes?”

“You seem troubled.”

He uncrossed his legs, sighing before he spoke. “As we get farther from the palace, there is a significant decrease in the quality of living. The villages we’ve visited so far have been the most robust in the nation. This upcoming one, however…”

“Is not,” you finished, speaking slowly.

“They were the first to be heavily impacted by the famine. Their population was nearly cut in half and they have yet to recover. Their children are malnourished, the life expectancy of the elders is declining, and I cannot help but feel their accusing glares when we visit. The Lord of the land insists otherwise, but I can tell that the people of the village blame us for favoring the other villages and abandoning them,” he sighed once more, his features turning into that of a burdened twenty-three-year-old King you’d never seen before.

You smoothed out your dress, the material starting to wrinkle from the day’s events, and turned to face him. “I don’t necessarily understand the process of action when it comes to disasters within a kingdom, but if there is one thing about you that I have learned during my short time here, is that you are loyal to your people. You love them and will do anything for them. Is that not why we are in this predicament now? Do not feel guilty for your inability to help them in the past and instead feel proud for what you are doing for them in the present.”

He stared at you in wonder, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “You never cease to amaze me, Princess.”

You stared at him in surprise. “What?”

The carriage stopped, disrupting your conversation. He ignored your lingering gaze and helped you out of the carriage, your hand tightly clutched in his. After a quick scan of your surroundings, you immediately noticed the disparity of the village compared to the previous ones.

The huts looked timeworn, the life of the buildings nearing their end. There were only a few men and women that greeted the carriages – most were in their homes, peering through their windows, disinterested – but the sight of their tattered clothes barely hanging off their thin frames made your stomach sink.

And the children…

The children were malnourished. The skin on their arms and legs was stretched tight around their bones, and their stomachs were distended from their hunger. Their eyes were dull, lacking the liveliness that most children had when encountering royalty.

The Lord of the land came forward, a tired and strained smile on his lips as he bowed low in greeting. True to the routine, he guided everyone through the village, with your father and Margaret in the forefront while you and Prince Lin flanked the back. This time, however, Prince Lin was silent, his eyes searching the faces of the people he passed. His grip around your hand slackened when the topic of conversation shifted to the food supplies, the tense voice of the Lord palpable when he was asked about the quantities remaining. Impulsively, you squeezed his hand to comfort him, returning his appreciative smile.

You took another quick perusal of your surroundings, frowning at the impoverished environment. The streets were barren, lacking the life that a growing kingdom should have. From the corner of your eyes you spotted a little girl sitting on a wooden mat, leaning against a hut, her gaze directed forward and a straw doll clutched in her hand. Concerned at her lack of awareness of her surroundings – she was too close to the baskets containing garbage – you tugged your hand out of Prince Lin’s grasp and walked towards her.

The first thing you noticed was the buzzing sound of flies.

Next was the smell of rotting flesh.

She was in nothing but in her undergarments, her cachectic body revealed. Bones that you knew that should not be so pronounced made your stomach turn uneasily. Dust and dirt covered her skin and hair, and the sight of the flies swarming around her caused a chill to run down your spine.

Your knees trembled when you stared into her eyes, the beautiful shade of blue lifeless. “She – she –” you started, not recognizing the high pitch of your voice as you stumbled backward, eyes still glued to the little girl.

You felt a firm grip on your arm before you were yanked backward. Suddenly, you no longer saw the little girl, and it took you a moment to realize that Prince Lin had you pressed against his chest. You tried to pull away from him, hoping that if you looked at the space again, it would be empty –  that the body of a little girl that died scrounging for food would be gone.

But Prince Lin didn’t release you, and you struggled in his grip to free yourself. “Let me go! Don’t you see?! She needs our help!”

He ignored you. “This trip is over,” he said, voice firm.

Margaret rushed forward, placing her hands on your shoulders to gently turn you towards her. You searched her eyes and anticipated her comforting words. “Y/N,” she cooed, her soft voice warm and reassuring, “this transpires frequently, and as unfortunate as it may be, it is a natural path of life.”

You stared at her, horrified. “An innocent child dying is unfortunate?”

Margaret let out an exasperated sigh. “You need to understand, my dear sister, that as future Queen, sometimes it is best to push your sentiments aside. Her death was ill-fated, but it was of no surprise. You must recognize that this village is declining. Their production has decreased, and they are slowly losing their importance to the Miranda Kingdom. Accept that this village will soon be abandoned and the people will migrate to the larger villages that are in need of their help. They will prosper there.”

“Margaret,” you whispered, feeling as if you were staring into a stranger’s eyes, “do you hear yourself?”

You felt numb as you watched her press her lips together in a straight line, unhappy with your answer. She gathered her dress in her hands and rushed off to the carriages that were prepared for departure.

Prince Lin touched your arm, gaining your attention, and you felt sick when you saw the pity in his eyes. Between the sight of the lifeless girl and your sister’s lack of empathy, you were uncertain how to feel. “I want to go home,” you whispered, eyes lowered as you unsuccessfully attempted to sort through your emotions.

Prince Lin nodded, silent.

You were the last to arrive in the dining hall.

A quick sweep of the table revealed more guests than you expected – the familiar faces of royal families from the night before along with members of the court were seated and waiting for your presence. You curtsied low in apology, knee nearly brushing the ground, and took the last remaining seat next to Margaret.

“I am sorry for the wait,” you said, feeling the penetrating eyes of everyone in the room on your frame, particularly from your parents. Your rash disappearance from the celebration was impudent and inappropriate for royalty and was deserving of a heavy discipline.

King Miranda, who sat at the head of the table, regarded you closely. “It is understandable, Princess Y/N.  My son informed us the reasoning behind your sudden absence from yesterday night. I am delighted to see you recovered to join us.”

Your eyes darted to Prince Lin, nonplussed. He kept his gaze on his plate and refused to meet your eyes.

Did he lie for you?

“I am feeling much better, your Majesty,” you answered after a pause, “thank you for your concern.”

“Good. You have a very busy day today,” your mother interjected sharply, the tone in her voice indicating her irritation.

Your hands tightened around the napkin that you placed in your lap, your knuckles turning white. You resisted the urge to argue, knowing that it would have caused the stiff air looming over the table to thicken.

“You should have seen her, your Majesty,” Prince Lin remarked, raising his eyes to study you from across the table, “I’ve never seen a person so haggard, or become that shade of green so quickly. I was impressed.”

“All this time I thought you saw me as nothing other than a silly little girl who pranced around in dresses and whined when I did not get my way,” you scowled, using his words against him, “But I am pleased to hear that you’re impressed by one of my many remarkable hidden talents.”

He chortled. “And I cannot wait to discover more of those talents, your Highness.”

The occupants of the table roared in laughter at what they assumed was playful banter. You ignored the raucous uproar, anger bubbling low in your belly as you held his teasing gaze, unmoving even when the servants came to distribute breakfast.

Prince Lin leaned forward.  “Don’t I deserve your thanks, Princess?” he murmured, low enough for you to only hear, “I do believe that I just saved you from a lecture on behaving like royalty.”

“Did you forget that I am upset with you, Prince Lin-Manuel?” You countered.

He gave you a weak smile.  “And do I have to remind you to stop pushing me away? I am trying to remedy my foolish blunders from last night.”

You broke away from his deep gaze, perplexed at his persistence. Despite his foul words, he said nothing that was untrue. You weren’t groomed to rule a kingdom, nor did you want to.

“Believe it or not, I am fighting for this marriage,” he said cryptically, “and I need you to fight for it too.”

You remained silent for the rest of the meal, pondering the meaning behind his words.

Long after breakfast was over and you’d said your goodbyes to the departing guests, you found yourself in the study to review the details of the wedding with your mother and Queen Miranda. Thanks to the lovely advisor you had the honor of meeting the night before – you’d learned over breakfast that Darius was his name – Victoria and Margaret were whisked away by Prince Lin to explore the castle. Not only did he succeed in belittling you, but his adamancy for Prince Lin to be with your sisters became apparent when he suggested the idea to King Miranda.

The office was overlooking the open field in the middle of the castle, and you ignored the tailor prattling on about your wedding dress when you spotted the trio make their way outside. Prince Lin was ahead of your two sisters, pointing at something in the distance while they trailed behind him, eagerly soaking in the castle’s beauty. He brought his fingers to his lips, whistling, and you waited with baited breath in anticipation of your sisters’ reaction to Tobi.

You were not disappointed to see Victoria hide behind Margaret once the mutt appeared, her hands clutching your sister’s side in fear. Margaret stood her ground and the sight caused you to smile, not expecting any less from your fearless and poised elder sister. Tobi, who was enjoying an ear rub from the Prince, took a brief glimpse at your sisters. To your utter surprise, she remained glued to the Prince Lin’s side, barely giving your two sisters a glance. No ankle licking, not even a breath their way. You didn’t understand why, but you were relieved that Tobi’s affections were still privy to you.

“Y/N,” your mother called, drawing your attention back to the room, “are you listening?”

“I was not. I’m sorry,” you said, eyes lowered to the table. You didn’t need to look at her to know she was angry.

Queen Miranda, sensing the building tension, placed a comforting hand on top of yours. “You must miss your sisters dearly. This is the longest you have gone without seeing them, isn’t it?”

“Yes your Majesty,” you answered, meeting her eyes and giving her a small smile.

She sighed, squeezing your hand gently. “I was an only child. My mother passed after she gave birth to me, and my father was too heartbroken to remarry. I envy the dynamics of siblings and their fierce allegiance to each other.”

“I love my sisters,” you replied truthfully.

Queen Miranda smiled. “I haven’t yet had the occasion to tell you, Princess Y/N, but I admire your character. You have accepted this arrangement gracefully and I will never fail to thank you for saving my people. I am pleased to see you handle my wayward son with ease and I have no doubts that your marriage will be a fruitful and happy one. I am honored to be called your mother-in-Law.”

You didn’t realize that you were crying until she reached over to wipe the tears that trailed down your cheeks. “Thank you, Queen Miranda,” you whispered, moved by her sincere words. It was the first time that you’d spoken to her so intimately, and seeing the motherly and kind side of the Queen made you feel vulnerable.

“So shall we continue our planning for the wedding? We only have a short time before we begin the tour of the kingdom.”

You nodded, sniffing. The feeling of helplessness did not clear during the remainder of the meeting. How could it when Queen Miranda’s gentle hand was still holding yours so tenderly and your mother’s sharp stare changed to one of approval with your willingness to participate in the discussions?

Outside the castle, three carriages all bearing the emblem of the Miranda household laid in wait. The open carriages were intricately designed, the metal skeleton forming a pattern that looked like vines weaving and wrapping together to form the body of the carriage. You couldn’t fight the wry smile when you noticed that they were colored an Egyptian Blue – a token that you only knew because of the linens for the wedding.

“This is exciting,” Victoria squealed, bouncing on her toes, “I am ecstatic that the King and Queen have invited us.”

You grinned, agreeing with her sentiments. Back home, it was rare that you and Victoria traveled outside the palace walls. The only exception was when the royal family was invited to events in neighboring kingdoms; though even during those visits, you were confined within castle walls. Margaret was the exception to the rule – as future Queen it was her duty to interact and keep contact with the Lords of her lands to ensure their well-being and efficient output of goods. She was always swept away by your parents, frequently leaving the castle and meeting with the courts to deal with the politics within the kingdom.

Today was the first day of the parade that the court had spoken of, a way to soothe the rumbles of discontent throughout the kingdom about the impending wedding. A tour of the land was an excuse to mask the ulterior motive of swaying the opinions of the people. It left a heavy burden on your shoulders, especially with the events from the previous night and the tension between you and the Prince.

Margaret reached over a tucked your long hair behind your ears. “I am curious to see the mechanisms of an agrarian society. Prince Lin-Manuel has told me of the plague and famine that recently overwhelmed the land,” she murmured, “I believe that a new irrigation system and including proper sanitary precautions would help.”

You stared at your sister, puzzled. “You’ve spoken about issues of the land?”

Victoria hid a giggle behind her hand. “You should have seen them this morning, Y/N. I was lost at their words. It was a conversation that only a King and Queen would be able to have.”

“Oh,” you replied softly, not knowing how else to respond. A strange emotion struck your chest, making you frown. Why didn’t Prince Lin tell you any of his troubles?

“It was not as spectacular as Victoria suggested,” Margaret quipped, “just a typical and dull conversation between rulers-to-be. It was nothing to warrant your alarm, my sweet sister.”

Your stomach sunk at her words. What was that supposed to mean? Before you could respond, King Miranda and Darius appeared by your side. You eyed the latter warily, bracing yourself for his schemes.

“We will be visiting the nearby villages today,” King Miranda said, “and tomorrow we will be venturing further to the villages sprinkling the outskirts of my lands.”

“We are thrilled to see your kingdom, your Majesty,” Margaret commented, Victoria nodding enthusiastically beside her.

King Miranda smiled. “Though my lands are not as nearly developed as yours, I hope you appreciate the beauty of nature that they have to offer.”

“And if your people are as welcoming as their ruler, I’m sure that I will have no problem falling in love with them,” Margaret hummed, smiling from ear to ear.

“Princess Margaret, you are after my own heart,” King Miranda rumbled, laughing, “I am pleasantly surprised. I thought Princess Y/N’s wit was exceptional, but it seems like it must run in the family.”

“My wit?” you echoed, startled.

King Miranda turned his gaze toward you, eyes soft and a kind smile on his face. “Your father has told me of your intellect, Princess. To say I am pleased is an understatement. You handle my son quite well and it is amusing how quickly you subdue him.”

You blinked in surprise at his words. “Subdue?”

“My old man thinks I am a loose cannon,” Prince Lin exclaimed, rolling his eyes as he took his place by your side.

“Shall I recount the letters I’ve received from the nearby villages and kingdoms?” King Miranda chuckled, eyes gleaming, “My son loses his sense of virtue and honor when a beautiful woman is involved.”

You jerked your head towards the Prince, glaring at him disgust. He had the audacity to grin at you.

“My Princess is all too familiar with my habits, Father,” he cooed, leveling gazes with you.

You were going to throttle him.

The King roared in laughter and your sisters hid their giggles behind their hands. Before you could sputter your protest, the guards emerged from the castle. The rhythmic pounding of their horse’s hooves halted when they neared the King and the guards kneeled in respect when they dismounted. When they informed the King that their preparations to depart were complete, your sisters were ushered into their carriages by the coachman. King Miranda, with the quiet Darius by his side, followed suit, heading toward the carriage where your parents awaited.

“Well? Are you ready?” Prince Lin murmured, dusting off the lapels of his Egyptian Blue coat and holding his hand out for you to take.

You scoffed. “We’re still behind the walls of the castle, Prince Lin. We can begin the charade once we reach the villages.”

“Humor me, will you?” he replied, reaching for your hand and encasing it in his.

You sighed, acquainted with the motions of holding hands with him from the countless times you’d done it the night prior, and let him revel in his strange request. As he helped you up into the carriage, he pulled you close to his side, arm wrapping around your shoulders. You nearly fell off your seat when the pads of his fingers brushed against your bare shoulder, the touch of his rough skin causing a sharp jolt to run down your arm and for you to jerk back in surprise.

You lifted your dress and scooted away from him, eyes burning with fury. “Be mindful of your fingers and where you put them, Prince Lin-Manuel,” you snarled, heart beating furiously against your chest, “or I’ll have no choice but to break them.”

Prince Lin smirked, lifting his hands up in a playful yield. “Why, you almost had me worried there, Princess. You were so complacent with my wishes that I thought I almost had you surrendering to my charms.”