#king simon

a very gruff man with a hard exterior but over the years you two had developed a great rapport with one another. mostly waiting to be behind closed doors to really let loose when it came to both of your respective personalities. in front of the other staff and royalty you were quiet and obedient, but when it was just you and simon you could rib the masked king for days, feeling a thrill in your stomach whenever you got him to huff out a laugh. he could dish it right back though, pulling mind numbing puns from out of nowhere that you pretend aren’t funny. it makes him laugh even harder when you roll your eyes, your only acknowledgement of his “jokes”.

you two were very close, spending most of your waking moments with him. you didn’t expect to like it as much as you do when you were originally appointed to be the king’s sole handmaiden. the king was quite intimidating, the task itself seemed so daunting and you had just assumed that he would be using you for more nefarious duties. while a life of servitude may not have been what you pictured for yourself, a life of servitude for simon was definitely not what you had pictured either.

he was big and imposing and impossible to wake up in the morning. over time you had resorted to flicking water in his face when he was getting really close to sleeping through some of his important appointments that morning.

he liked his baths scalding hot. you would turn your back to him as he shrugged off his robe and submerged himself in the steamy water, pretending to futz with his towels. you always felt something in your heart settle when you heard his deep and satisfied sigh as he finally allowed his muscle to relax under the hot water.

he always wanted you to pick out his clothes. didn’t matter the ocassion either, he said you never lead him astray with your choices. you always felt a sense of smug, satisfation when he finally lumbered out of bed and pulled on the clothes that you had already laid out for him without a word.

the other servants talk, of course. whispers and rumors bouncing off the castle walls about all the time you spent with the king. you tried not to let it get to you, simon promising to get rid of anyone who spoke a cross word about you. he was a man of his word, having banished a knight the month prior who had made an awful joke about the little peasant girl keeping the king’s bed warm at night.

your relationship with simon had well surpassed just your duties, he was kind and although you would never say it to anyone because he’s the fucking king, you consider him a friend. but you can’t help but realize how many moments you two have had recently. moments that cross the bounds of your relationship.

you sat in your little stool behind the tub simon currently was sprawled out in. having just finished washing out all the soap from his blonde hair you sat back, relaxing your aching body for a moment before you would have to get him out and send him off to bed.

“long day, ah?” he commented.

all you could do was hum in affirmation, eyes closed enjoying the quiet of the king’s large bathroom.

“here,” he murmured, not wanting to disrupt the quiet tranquility you two had created, “pop your feet in.”

you cracked an eye open to see him start sitting up in the tub, turning back to you. “what?”

once he saw he had your attention he settled himself back down, shoulders against the basin of the tub. “slip your shoes off and just,” he motioned to his shoulders, voice dipping low. you could picture his eyes slipping shut again.

you hesitated for a moment, realizing the gravity of what he was asking of you. but he was also your king and even though you two had an unconventional relationship, you dare not go against his wishes.

you slip your shoes off and bunch your skirt up in your hands, pulling it over your knees as to not get it wet. you did as you were instructed and pulled a leg over each of his shoulders, shuddering at the hot water alleviating the tenderness in your feet.

“feel good?” simon pondered.

“yes, very much so,” you can’t help but smile, “thank you, simon”

he laughs to himself, just a little breath huffed through his nose, “anytime.”

you slipped your eyes back shut and allowed yourself a moment to sit and breathe and relax. the feeling of movement snaps you out of your reverie, simon reaching up a hand to loosely hold around your ankle. you see his head shift, his stubbly cheek resting against your calf. you had asked him if he wanted to shave before his bath, but he declined, cranky from his long day and just wanting to get into his bath.

you’re shocked at the touch, not as if you and simon hadn’t shared casual touches before but this seemed. emotional. intimate.

you dare not upset your king, but you know something like this can’t go on for much longer. “should probably get you to bed soon, your highness.” you know he hates it when you use his title when it's just the two of you, but you feel the need to have a degree of separation between the two of you, if not you fear you might do something stupid like reach down and get your fingers through his hair.

simon sighs against your skin and you burn at the way you can feel his lips moving, “just a little bit longer, please?”

I am gonna take these two moments as foreshadowing for Simon leaving Bjärstad, becoming a Prince and then eventually King (I know he would be a prince consort or whatever, but we are starting a revolution, might as well get rid off the ridiculous heteronormative notion that Kings inherently have more power than Queens.   

Be careful of Justin, girls. Seriously. He’s only the baddest news. See…

He knows everything about the royals. I mean… boy said is part of his job to do it but he even knows their schedules and agenda.

He’s also doing other business beside being my press adviser aaaand is being very discret about it

And is pretty obvious that he leaked Tariq’s footage. Justin knew that exposing the video out from nowhere would create chaos in court and distrust in Liam’s power and his decisions. And now that he’s probably about to propose to me (which Constantine thought was the worst that could happen to Cordonia), this feeling in the court will increase.

I really don’t buy that wannabe reporter story. Justin wants to destroy the monarchy and was pretty upset that i agreed to talk it first, giving Madeleine and Liam a chance to do damage control. He even tried to manipulate me with my rivalry with Madeleine in order to achieve it!

Aaaand the prediction that Liam got in Coney Island.

This is obviously the main storyline for TRR 3. Constantine warned us about powerful enemies and it’d be bored if they just happen to be strangers with nothing to do with the plot. But a betrayal and a betrayal that comes out from the already dishonred House Beaumont… is pretty dramatic and makes an interesting plot.

Besides, most of kingdom’s enemies scenarios include a well known character betrayal (if you wanna see the post i wrote about it, click here. In The Royals, the show i talk about in there, the infiltrate is spoiler Ted, the Royal Head of Security. He called the order to kill Prince Robert, stabbed King Simon to death and put cameras on the Palace in order to reveal to the entire country the royal family’ scandals. He was slaughtered and killed by a furious mob who found out he was their beloved king’s killer, but that’s for another post)

The monarchy is not in it’s best moment, just remember that Leo quit his reign and one of Liam’s prospects (aka me) was ‘caught’ cheating on him. Justin and his allies will make Liam’s already weak kingdom fall and that will be the next book’s plot. Trying to gain the power again.

To conclude, all i can say is… get yourselfs an inhalator because next weeks’ chapters promise the most dramatic and intense storyline of all TRR.