"Don't be angry with me, my darling" Niklaus cooed as he stroked your cheek gently through the bars of your dirty cell "Just bear it for a little longer sweetheart, just a few days more"

A few days more until he is crowned king. Niklaus was once your guard. Your lover. your friend. You may not have been the best ruler but Niklaus never raised a complaint, he served you loyally and wholeheartedly. he loved you. He never complained against the corrupt nobles and government, he gave you his all. That was until he caught wind of rebellion. a coup. Staged by the servants and the people, they were plotting to overthrow you, make an example of you to the corrupt nobles, and place a fairer ruler on the throne. Niklaus couldn't let that happen, he loved you so dearly, he would die if you did. So he offered himself as the figurehead of their revolution.

Months of plotting behind your back while he shared your bed tore away at him but he reassured himself that this was best, that it was for your own good. and finally, the day came, backed by all the nobles he had converted, the servants, and the people, they stormed the palace.

Niklaus himself drove his blade into your soft belly as you lay with him. He'd never seen you scared before but you were when the screams started. In bed, bare and vulnerable he held you as he carefully drove his blade through your skin, trying to ignore the betrayal in your eyes. His father was a butcher, he was a warrior, and he knew where to hurt you but make sure you wouldn't die.

The rebellion was over before it had even begun, unprepared and defenseless in his arms, you were taken from power before you knew what was happening. Niklaus handled you carefully and took you down to the cells himself, pressing a kiss to your brow as he left, demanding a healer be sent to you. After all, he had work to do now, he was king

It has been three months since that night and Niklaus has visited you every day. He is going to make you his wife, his queen consort.