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    So, when the decision was made to send him to a kingdom he had never visited, to live among a court full of strangers, he accepted his fate willingly. If this sacrifice meant that his people would have homes with four walls to return to and food on their tables, he embraced it with open arms.

    Or: arranged marriage where they end up falling for each other.

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    31 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 95

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    Exhaling a heavy sigh, Alhaitham glanced down at the pile of laundry and began feeding the clothing into the washer one by one.

    A small pair of sleep shorts. One of Kaveh’s usual flowy shirts. Warm socks. Gloves. A sinfully small pair of red lacy panties -

    “Dammit.” Alhaitham threw them into the washer as if the delicate strings were cut from flame rather than cotton, clearing his throat unnecessarily loudly in the empty room.

    His fingers flexed in front of him as he thunked his wrists down against the edge of the hamper, skin tingling from the phantom sensation of worn lace brushing against his knuckles. After taking a deliberately calming breath, he reached down once more, abandoning his careful pace in favour of grabbing fistfuls at once - hoping the sheer speed would spare him from getting inappropriately caught up in Kaveh’s delicates again.

    It did not.

    Or; Alhaitham does Kaveh’s laundry once he moves in, then proceeds to lose his mind.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    Alarm overtook Kaveh’s expression as he looked back and forth between Alhaitham and the matra, dropping his sketchpad and leaping to his feet. “Why is there a guard here? Did you get hurt?”

    “Some idiot decided poisoning me to obtain state secrets would be an optimal use of a Tuesday morning,” Alhaitham replied with a deep sigh.

    Kaveh’s hands hovered uselessly in the air for a few moments as he stared at Alhaitham. “I’m sorry, what?”

    Leaning back against the wall, Alhaitham let out a weary exhale. “Truth serum,” he said tiredly, raking his fingers through his hair then dropping his hand down to rub his throat. “I can’t lie.”

    Kaveh’s eyes widened. “Oh my gods. Are you - are you okay?” Hurrying forward, Kaveh - with his blessedly fully covered legs - guided Alhaitham onto the divan, hands steady despite the panic in his voice.

    “I don’t know. I’m just glad you’re wearing pants,” was all Alhaitham managed to answer.

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    12 Jan 2026

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    “Do you honestly expect me to stand guard outside your door while you take your Queen to bed—our bed—and have them in the ways in which I would have you?”

    Something in Viktor broke.

    “Yes!” he snapped, louder than he intended. His voice cracked, edged with grief, with exhaustion. “Yes, I expect you to fulfil your duty, as I must fulfil mine. Because that is what is demanded of us!”

    “Fuck duty,” Jayce growled.

    When King Viktor agrees to consider marriage and propagate the line of succession, Jayce, his Kingsguard and sworn shield, does not take kindly to the news.

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    13 Dec 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 27

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    Wriothesley lifts his head.

    “I want,” he says, with aching clarity, “whatever you’re ready to give.”

    Neuvillette swallows. His throat is dry.

    “And if I said I was ready for…very little?”

    “I’d call that a beginning.”

    He should look away. He should step back. He should remind himself of rank, of roles, of reason.

    Instead, he says, “Then take the beginning.”

    Or, Neuvilitte learns to want. Wriothesley already knows how to wait.

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    23 Oct 2025