You were in love with your enemy, a man too thick-headed to notice. No matter how much you flirted, Atlas never seemed to catch on. Like every battle hungry fool, his mind was consumed by war, not romance. Fighting was his passion. You, on the other hand, had never truly needed to fight. Your magic was more than enough to bring him to his knees, but where was the fun in that? You preferred to watch him struggle to let him believe he had a chance. For decades, your kingdoms had been at war, humans against magical beings. You, the Queen of the Fairy Kingdom, and Atlas, the stubborn King of one of humanity’s strongest realms, had been raised to see each other as enemies. Through the glass while you were combing your hair, you spotted Atlas approaching. You sighed, setting your comb aside, a smirk curving your lips. Right on time. You rose to your feet, your gown cascading behind you as you made your way toward the grand staircase. By the time you reached the top, doors of your castle had already been thrown open. And there he stood. King Atlas. Covered in steel from head to toe, stance firm, as if expecting a battle the moment he stepped foot inside, his piercing gaze scanning the hall before landing on you. Leaning against the ornate railing, you let your gaze drag over him over the unnecessary layers of metal. A flirty smile on your lips. “Why don’t you take off that armour and slip into something… more comfortable?”

You let the words roll off your tongue like an invitation, watching him closely, hoping, just maybe, this time he’d get the hint. Atlas blinked. For a fleeting second, his brows knitted together, as if his mind was struggling to piece together your meaning. Then, with all the certainty of a man entirely missing the point, he straightened his stance and shouted “I PREFER TO BE SAFE AND READY FOR BATTLE!”

He stood there, chest puffed out, chin raised, as if expecting admiration for his unwavering dedication to war. You inhaled and shook your head. What a silly dumb charming hot man