#valetnine

Long, nimble fingers plucked at strings to fill the air with otherwordly music. A tall otherwordly man sat by what looked similar to a harp as his purple hair mindlessly floated about.

"Oh Rygel~"

But the music abruptly stopped at the introduction.

"What ever is it, Aria?"

The beaming smile that coated the slightly older woman dropped as she muttered under her breath.

"You are never going to call me mom, are you."

Rygel slightly laughed at that.

"No, considering you are not my mother and but a simple alibi. You merely provide a name on 'legal' documents to make yourself and I blend in more. No more, no less."

The woman merely laughed as she brightened up.

"You do have me there. You, your imperial highness, certainly make my existence much more believable to the public eye. I have gotten relatively comfortable in this cushy life style and I would rather not lose it."

Golden eyes started to leave her form before his attention was grabbed once again.

"Anyway, I'm heading to Michael's for some crafting stuff! I need to make some Valentine's day content for my Pinterest. I already know the answer, but do you want to come."

"No. I swear, you and your accursed Pinterest."

"Now dear, you know your 'father' and I have a reputation to uphold. While that lovely husband of mine makes good money being on some board of directors, I run a large Pinterest and Instagram page that has gained me quite the following. It really sells the whole 'normal housewife and husband' thing."

"Oh, and your 'father' and I are going out for dinner later. So you can go and do whatever it is you occupy yourself with. You have a prospective mate now, apparently. You should probably get her stuff for Valentine's day. Especially since we will be departing soon. Besides, if you're not careful someone else may 'stake their claim'. Well anywho! I'm heading out~!"

The woman rushed off in a flurry out the front door to buy various supplies of pink and red.

Rygel stood up with a sigh to his full height of 6'10 and walked through the absolute pinterest board of a home to prepare and gather all he needed for this holiday.

Maybe the woman was up to something.

~|~

While the rest of the house was absolutely taken over by Rygel's 'mother' his room was the only exception. Although there was nothing special about it. Before reaching a certain age Rygel was merely a blank slate. He had no golden eyes, purple hair, or even the natural highlight on his cheeks. He may not have even had such dark skin before. He truly does not know. He merely exissted as a child to absorb information that was required in order to operate in this society and to complete his mission. Everything else was thrown out.

All his childhood memories are nonexistent as they were not needed. Besides, he was certain he would not have too many anyway. Not a single person remembered his original appearance or really anything about those days. If one does try to recollect a fog rolls over their brain and all is forgotten. All pictures of him are seemingly foggy from those days and if one were to seek it they would always pass over it.

Rygel's room was similar to the lifestyle he lived before. Although he may be more 'conscious' now he saw no reason to decorate. He will be in his true bedroom soon enough.

His room was completely white. From his comforter, to his walls, to even the pictures in picture frames. He stuck out like a horse in a group of fish with his dark skin. The only thing of true interest in the room was the fact that his bed was somewhat floating above the ground.

Rygel gave a singular tap on a wall and out came some of the alien technology hidden away.

It was a computer of sorts, a way for him to access information and lay out his plans. It was also used to provide him updates on the state of their mission.

"It seems only a couple of days are left until we leave. I suppose I could let my presence be known, take over a school. (Y/n) has clearly gotten some of the hints, along with a few others, but I might as well just confirm everything. The sooner she gets used to her new lifestyle the better."

~|~

Valentine’s day was an alright holiday, you supposed.

It admittedly was much better when you had a special someone, along with when you were younger.

You thought fondly back to your Elementary school days as you opened your locker. Making those little ‘mailboxes’ out of construction paper for your classmates to leave goodies in was always fun. Oh, and how could you forget passing out those little cards with crappy lollipops or those little stickers?

You let out a little giggle as you grabbed one of your books before being snapped from your thoughts. The chatter and excitement about ‘valentine-grams’ had suddenly been snuffed out and only silence was left.

After grabbing your book you decided to look at what the caused all the lack of commotion, only to be left aghast. 

In the middle of the hallway, like the parted red sea stood- no, floated a certain 6′10 male. His skin, comparable to mahogany, had an unnatural highlight. His hair a long, luscious purple hue. The appearance of the male made him easy to identify with a mere glance. 

Rygel.

Rygel was kind of odd. It’s not like the two of you have interacted much, but this was just kind of a known fact. Your conspirist friends started to suspect something when his hair started to turn purple. No- hasn’t he always had purple hair? Then there was the fact that for the life of you, no one seems to remember him from years past. It would seem he existed yet no one could recall any details about his life.

Then there were his intense golden eyes-

That were now staring into your own.

Great.

His form floated a couple of inches off the ground, yet his feet seemed to touch a solid surface as he strode towards you. You heard a sharp slam of your locker closing shut, which you could only assume he had something to deal with.

Those who stood in his way were seemingly pushed by the mere air to get out of the way as he strode closer. You felt a harsh gulp as he finally neared. Crap.

“(Y/n)-“

“You’re floating.”

Your eyes along with his somewhat widened. Great, now you are going to die! Just one word, and that’s immediately what you say?!

“Why, yes, I am. But that is besides the point. (Y/n) (L/n), the only bearable thing on this accursed planet, you will be what your people call, ‘my Valentine’.”

In his hands seemingly appeared this container similar to what you would see in one of those bank ‘shwoop’ tubes. Inside was something quite particular.

A faint glowing blue admitted from its five petals, giving an odd allure. It looked rather like a hibiscus but it was blue.

You were now even more baffled. How the heck does one respond to that?

“Uh, Rygel.. here’s the thing.. I know like, nothing about you. Apparently I know a lot less than I thought since you’re literally floating-“

You were interrupted by one of his hand model worthy hands being placed on your cheek.

For the first time since you can remember a gorgeous, genuine, caring smile crossed Rygel’s face.

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣: 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪. 𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤. 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖!

You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous for today.

Xavier has been quite.. direct with his affection lately, constantly hugging and demanding all your attention to be on him, or to suffer the consequences.

He just loved flaunting his power to you, threading to send a missile to this precious little country that you love so much. Every time his green eyes would just light up and his voice would become a bit more sultry yet still managed to be laced with unfathomable power.

It seemed he got a high as he started to corner you against a wall, your little frame just quivering as his towering bodyguards followed behind the prince, like the shadows that go bump in the night.

With all your might you hoped and prayed that in Colvakia they didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day, or that he was completely oblivious to it all.

But the most worrying part was for (Y/n)’s dearest friend and crush, Christopher. Christopher just had to be the exchange student that traded places with Xavier, allowing the prince to come to America.

Who knew what was happening to him?! He could be dead and (Y/n) would be none the wiser.

But the part that worried her the most was what would result from her tapping on the Discord icon and clicking on Christopher’s profile picture. As her hands frequently tapped soon against the dark gray appeared white text.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I’ve been missing you.”

That one sentence could lead to world war 3, if Xavier ever found out about the message that she had sent. The prince was a very possessive person, especially with her. In all honesty she wondered if the Dévorsky even realized that she was indeed a human being.

But the female’s thoughts were interrupted as a honk sounded from outside and with a quick pulling of curtains a long, black car could be seen in her driveway. An irritated sigh left your lips as the single hope of him just forgetting of your existence was crushed in front of your face.

With a quick swing your bag sat on your shoulders and you decided to head downstairs to face the dragon. Your parents pecked you on the forehead whilst whispering words of positive thoughts in your ear.

With one more drawn out sigh you tugged open the front door and stepped foot outside to meet your inevitable doom.

A tall man dressed in black was already standing by one of sleek doors that held back the small tornado that is Xavier. The guard's posture was perfectly straight as a ruler and his face was purely devoid of all emotion.

As your feet stepped forward you could already that on the other side of those tainted windows green eyes were burning into your figure. With a slight gulp and quiver you handed your bag over to the suited man. With a soft click the door opened up and the man finally showed a speck of emotion as he bowed down and let the words, “Your highness.” slip past his lips.

But without a second to spare a hand whipped out of the car, grabbed onto your sleeve, and pulled you inside the black hole of a car.

“Dahling!”

Lips were forced onto both of your cheeks with unceremonious “Mwahs!” in such a rapid pace that you didn’t even have time to process it. You only realized that you were inside the car as you were sat in Xavier’s lap as his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“Uh-good morning?”

A small chuckle left the prince’s lips as he tilted his head so his lips would instead be pressing onto your neck instead before quickly pulling away.

“Quite so.”

Your body slightly shifted whilst on his lap before your voice meekly asked,

“Your majesty, could you please let me go..?”

Xavier’s grip on your hip only tightened a bit before he let out a sigh and released his death grip, allowing you to slid off him to sit on the other side of his body.

But even despite the lack of intimacy you soon felt his fingers tapping on your shoulder, crawling up towards your neck before harshly grabbing it and tugging it towards him. With a surprising amount of gentleness his placed his ever so soft lips onto the back of your neck as his eyelashes tickled you every time he blinked.

“I hope you like. Look down.”

You could feel the cool metal against your skin and upon looking down your body you could see that as he kissed your neck he somehow snuck a necklace onto your body.

On the roof of the limousine was small pieces of sporadic blue lights as the sun’s rays and the led lights reflected off the large piece of flawless sapphire that hung off of the most delicate gold chain know to man. Surrounding the heart cut sapphire were little diamonds meticulously placed around in it just to add more shine.

It was by far the most expensive stone you had seen, and this is coming from the person who went to the Smithsonian Natural History Museum.

“Oh-, it’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have bought this for me, my prince.”

Xavier let out a mix of a purr and a hum once hearing you say those 2 little words he just loved to come out your lips. His fingers absentmindedly played with a small piece of metal attached to the clasp of the necklace. His gaze bored into the small words inscribed onto the piece of metal as he nonchalantly responded to you.

“It vas nothing. I just vanted to give my princess something. Vesides, I have more things for you later.”

You practically choked on air upon hearing that last sentence.

“M-more-?”

This necklace surely cost 2 fortunes already and who knows how much his other gifts would cost. She doesn’t even want this stuff!

“Mmhm, more.”

The rest of the ride was in silence as you had learned to keep quiet unless spoken to with the prince and unlike usual Xavier was completely quiet today, as he was preoccupied with the little metal that had such a lovely inscription.

Attached to a little piece of silver the Devorsky family crest could  barely be seen.

~|~

So it turns out it’s nearly impossible to take notes whilst someone is watching you. Xavier had his emerald eyes trained on you the entire school day. With his head on his hand his long blonde hair would slightly hang in his eyes but that didn’t stop the soft smile that was on his face.

Even for today Xavier was acting fairly odd for Xavier. Usually he had his guards carry your bags but today he wouldn’t even let you go to your locker. There was also an oddly high number of guards today but just before first period the surplus just seemed to disappear.

But of course you wouldn’t know that Xavier had them come so they could watch your locker and make sure that no one slipped in any love note or confessions of their pure love. The prince absolutely refused on losing his princess, and especially today of all days. He would make sure his men would stop all advances and also make sure it would never happened again.

~|~

You knew the prince adored going over the top for dates but this was extreme even for him. The black limousine was currently parked right in front the tallest building in Crystal City, and it would seem that he planned on dining at the most expensive restaurant in D.C. area as well. 

As soon as you took a shaky step out of the vehicle his manicured hand gripped yours and started dragging walking towards the entrance with his always present guards right at your heels with suitcases in their arms.

A bellhop swung open the main doors for the two of you and you almost had a heart attack at the surge of rapidly flashing lights. Before you could even raise a hand to protect your eyes Xavier’s stern and powerful voice rang out clear as day,

“Enough.”

And just like God telling the red seas to part every single person obeyed the single command as cameras were placed down. Xavier leaned down more to your level with his blonde hair covering the two of your expressions from reporters as he spoke with a significantly softer voice,

“Are you okay? I’m sorry for forgetting such an important detail. They vill only be taking a few images at dinner for publicity reasons is all.”

And in practically millisecond his demeanor changed back to his regular tyrannical prince self as he walked you over to the elevator and had one of his servants press the button to the top floor.

With a small ‘ding’ the metal doors slid open to reveal that your previous hypothesis was correct. The royal had indeed booked a table at the most expensive restaurant in the D.C. area but it turns out he booked the entire floor, on Valentine’s Day.

Your jaw practically dropped to the floor at this realization but the Devorsky quickly pushed your jaw back up and took a large bouquet of blue roses that sat at the front of the restaurant and shoved it into your hands. In a daze you were easily led down to a seat and pushed down into a proper seating position before you could Xavier speaking once again.

“Did you know that blue iz the rarest form of rose. It just happens to be vun of my family’s colors as vell.”

“Ah, thank you.”

It’s official, your body had gone into shock and became numb to all that surrounded it.

“Now, let’s get some food, shall ve?”

~|~

It was finally the end of the meal and you knew that the ticket was going to be longer than your phone number. But that’s the good thing of being an absolute monarch of a country you suppose. And shockingly enough only a limited amount of pictures were taken of you. Xavier had made it perfectly apparent that only pictures on his terms and with his permission were allowed. 

“And for the rest of your gifts.”

With a quick snap of his fingers 2 guards dressed in suits walked over with tablets that held images and words of many different flowers and images of building.

“A simple bouquet of flowers isn’t enough for such a sveet thing as your self, so I decided to name one of the largest botanical gardens in Colvakia after you. I’ll make sure you’ll see it one day.”

After 10 seconds of fast clicking and blinding flashes they were put to a stop once again with a dismissive hand the 2 guards walked back into the shadows. With just another another guards walks seeming out of the shadows as well but this time with a briefcase in hand that soon opened to reveal a soft, plush, velvet cushion that housed an even more expensive piece of jewelry than the necklace wound on your neck.

The suited man bent down on one knee with the cushion raised in the air, allowing Xavier to pick up the tiara and place it on your head. But not before placing a light kiss on your forehead.

“For my princess.”

~|~

You were very glad that this night straight from h-e-double toothpicks was almost over as your house was coming into sight. As amazing as all the gifts were there was no one way you could take more subtle threats to your country. 

In fact as soon as the car came to a complete halt you walked out of the car without waiting for anyone to open the door for you. In fact you would’ve ran straight into your house if it wasn’t for this stopping you.

“Dahling, before you go..”

Willing yourself to turn around and have a fake smile pull at your lips you stared straight at the prince now in front of you. And with one slow motion he placed his ever so soft lips against your own, for the first time. 

With another quick snap as soon as you showed signs of struggle they were quickly snuffed out by the knife lightly poking at the back of your neck’s skin. Your motions immediately froze as you waited for Xavier to finish first.

“Ve should do that more often. Vut I suppose it is getting late. So, tatata.”