Kingsadvisor wip was the wip i was next most curious of after kitchenwitch!
RIP to this one, picking a little bite out that made any sense without context was really hard: Daichi is the new king and Suga is one of his advisors (who may or may not also be working with an underground organization to topple the monarchy)
When he was gone, another gear added to the whirling confusion in Koushi’s head he headed into the heart of the library, to the section on political affairs, edicts and alliances and the people who’d forged them. There he found what Akaashi had been looking for. The king was seated on the ground, a large tome opened in his lap, chin propped up on a fist, staring intently. He didn’t look up as Koushi entered the aisle, looking through the titles and eyeing the unkingly figure on the ground.
“Your steward is looking for you,” he finally punctured the silence. The king startled, slamming the book shut.
“Shit you scared me,” he hissed and Koushi pressed his lips together to silence his mirth. The king looked up at him with his deep brown eyes and for minute Koushi could feel it again, something warm in his chest, wild and free, a bird on an updraft. He smothered that too.
“Is that any way for a king to speak?”
“Are you questioning me, advisor?” the king answered him, eyes dancing as he gazed back at Koushi. “Fuck.”
“I’m scandalized,” Koushi said in mock horror, hand over his heart. “What’re you reading?”
“A book on my uncle’s policies. Just seeing what’s already laid out,” the king said smoothing his hand over the leather bound cover. Koushi thought of what Yaku had said about being stabbed in the back, and wondered why the king was reading up. Certainly he should know, and if he didn’t, why did he want to know? To know how far along his goals were already progressed. Maybe he’d been mocking Koushi in the meeting room this morning, tomorrow’s meeting he’d topple their lofty ambitions and announce another wave of taxes. The king’s eyes were still on his, brows knitting together as if reading Koushi’s anger.
“You’d be better off researching treaties with our neighbors,” Koushi told him, the king finally looking away, “Akaashi-san says Saito is going to find you a queen.”
“A-a queen?” the king’s eyes flashed back up to Koushi’s face in alarm. And the fondness bloomed again under Koushi’s skin. Why did have to do cute things like that? It should be illegal. He would propose that in the meeting tomorrow. Outlaw our beautiful monarch’s face.
