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NOW that they were alone in their room, Dahlia had no place to run away from him or his questions. The walls were trapping her with her own words, the ones she had declared in front of their whole kingdom with such confidence and conviction that no one could imagine she barely remembered them now that it was all over. In fact, as it came out of her mouth, it was almost like the queen was listening to someone else completely foreign to her. Dahlia had truly stood there and proclaim her loyalty to the man that had put her mother in a tower and with that, betray her own blood and turn her loyalties right to the Fabrays. Now her men would serve him, follow his directions, thinking it was for the good of the true heiress of the throne.

And they would be right.

While his words weren't soft, there was a certain tenderness on his tone that let her know that he was not expecting it either, not when they were barely friends on their best days. "I had to" She gave him her back, trying her best to look anywhere but him. And she did, because without the Miro support, he would had died in battle and her mother would had start a plan to get her long lost brother in the throne. The Miros would be back to where they belonged and her mother would be Queen Mother, holding all the power that she believed it belonged to her.

Even when that meant that Dahlia and her unborn child would had to be sacrificed for such galant cause.

"My mother plans to assassinate you, I imagine us both won't be far behind" It hurt that her mother didn't care enough, but Dahlia wasn't her. She was ready to do whatever it took to save herself and her child and the only way was for Quinn to be alive to protect them. For him to be the king, at least until her boy was born and old enough to take on the power without much problem. "But now you have my public support and the Miro are loyal to me. No one will touch you, not until I say otherwise"

DYNAMICS: ✭ friends to lovers ★ rivals to lovers ✦ enemies to lovers ♡ found family ♣ rivals ❦ reluctant allies  ❖ platonic ☢ slowburn  ➤ love at first sight π partners in crime SITUATIONS ☁ one muse saves the other’s life  ☼ one muse (or both) is a single parent  ❆ our muses get shut in due to a storm  ☤ one muse having to patch the other up  ❦ put together through a common goal  ⎔ one muse asking the other to stay the night ϟ our muses work together  ♁ our muses are neighbors  ➽ one muse doesn’t have anyone else to turn to  SETTINGS ✚ crossover between our fandoms ☽ sender’s verse in receivers fandom ☾ receivers verse in sender’s fandom ☯ alternate universe / separate fandom than both muses are in

She had never kissed someone before.

Dahlia knew that, if she was a lady of society, she would not be allowed to know that sort of intimacy with no one that wasn't her husband, or in the most daring of cases, her intended. There were few times that she didn't envy the life she didn't have the luxury to enjoy, full of dances and a family, but this time she was eternally grateful that there was no position or title attached to her name.

It was what had given her the chance to be on the gentleman's club the first time her eyes landed on the new Duke of New Haven, the day she decided to join the other musicians to provide entertainment for them. Amelia had gone the last season, since she was a year older than Dahlia, and the amount of man and their proximity had been all too confusing until she had seen him. Dahlia didn't recognize him right away, since his title was new as well, but it was all too easy to talk to him, entertaining with talks of music and plays they both enjoyed. The girl knew she was supposed to be engaging him with her presence, enchanting him with her manners and secret smiles, but it didn't seem needed. Quinn, as she learned his grace's name was, seemed enthralled with her from the first moment as well and she liked to think he had been as taken with her as she had been with him.

He had come night after night, and soon enough, there was an invitation for her to go his state to pass the day. All the girls giggled at the Opera House when she got such an invitation, but Dahlia knew that they thought it was strange that the Duke would have such a gesture with a woman that he simply wanted to make his mistress. It was something that clouded her mind as well, but the need to see him away from everyone else was too strong to stop her from accepting.

In any way, what would happen if she decided to live in a fairytale just for a few hours? No one could blame her.

The state was beautiful and, although they seemed certainly surprised, all the people that were there seemed nice and discrete enough about her intrusion. Her and Quinn were left alone to walk around the gardens and then the lake and she was pleasantly surprised that he was, well, shy. In the light of day, he seemed to be perpetually blushing every time he caught her smile, or she made a particularly witty comment about something he had said and for some reason, it made her heart warm pleasantly on her chest.

He made her feel like a lady being courted, but to their luck, there were a few rules that they could ignore.

It started with a hold on his hand and then a pull to bring him closer to her, to press her body against his so he had no problem reading her intentions. While her heart beat quickly inside her chest, her eyes settled on his, unable to look anywhere else. He was beautiful and his eyes... It was like she was staring at some chore of part of him not a lot of people could access to.