#king!roman

I have

Drawn

A boy

From @just-shilaylay ’s little prince au 🥺❤❤🌸

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//ayyy its Sky here with another Hamilton shot. Thanks for the suggestion @prinxietys\

~Ship: Prinxiety~

The king tapped his foot impatiently, letting out a huff of indignation as he stared at the door to the throne room. Around him, he felt the nervous tension from the guards, and let a small smirk slip from his lips.

Suddenly, through the door burst the scribe he’d ordered a whole three minutes ago. King Roman sat up finally, and let out a dramatic sigh.

“Finally! Chop chop, get ready to write.” The king cleared his throat and waited for the boy to prepare his quill and parchment, enjoying the way the boy in black fumbled with everything, dark circles under his eyes shining with exhaustion. Only when he was ready did the king speak.

“You say…the price of my love’s not a price you’re willing to pay.” The king stood, spotted cloak rolling down behind him. He took a few steps, pacing as he spoke.

“You cry~…in your tea which you hurl in the sea as you see me go by.” King Roman took a few steps towards the scribe, whose white cheeks became dusted in a faint blush as he scribbled the words down quickly.

“Why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away.” The king flipped his cloak as he walked, having a flair for the dramatic.

“Now you’re making me mad. Remember despite our…estrangement, I’m your man~”

The king undid the cloak, letting it fall to the floor to show him in his formal red suit, totally not symbolizing anything at all.

“You’ll be back. Soon you’ll see. You’ll remember you belong to me~” He sent a small wink the scribe’s direction, whose blush only worsened as he tried to focus on writing.

“You’ll be back. Time will tell. You’ll remember that I served you well.” The king walked among his guard, smirk fading from his face.

“Oceans rise. Empires fall. We have seen each other through it all.” He hooked an arm around one of the guards shoulders, dragging him into a headlock. The guard didn’t fight back.

“And when push comes to shove. I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!” The king pranced around the throne room, pulling the scribe into a dance. Ink spilled on the floor and over the half-filled parchment as the poor boy dropped everything to be dragged around with his king.

“You say our love is draining and you can’t go on~” The king pulled the scribe close, smirking at the others blush still.

“You’ll be the one complaining when I am gone!” The scribe went to speak, but the kings hand moved over the others mouth.

“And no don’t change the subject!” He paused, eyes twinkling. “‘Cause you’re my favorite subject!”

The scribe let out a squeak as the king continued, voice falling to a husky whisper. “My sweet…submissive subject. My royal, loyal subject. Forever…”

The king pulled away, heading back towards his throne. “And ever…and ever and ever and ever~”

He thought a moment before continuing. “You’ll be back. Like before. I will fight the fight and win the war.”

The scribe followed his king loyally, smiling beneath his blush. “For your love. For your praise. And I’ll love ya till my dying days!”

He turned to the scribe again and smiled wide. “When you’re gone! I’ll go mad! So don’t throw away this thing we had.”

He stepped slowly back towards the other, looking down on him flirtatiously. “'Cause when push…comes to shove…”

The scribe leaned in a bit, but the king continued. “I will kill your friends and family…to remind you of my love!”