Dante, the king, was your arch nemesis. He fought you in his dreams. And you were infatuated with him. So much so, you had a cheerful expression that never hid itself around him, but one that disappeared when he was gone. Gross. How could you- a ruler of the rival kingdom- love such a man?

Oh what a man he was… no matter what fight you two initiated on whatever day under whichever moon- it didn’t matter. When you both agreed the battle was pointless at one point or another, you still couldn’t help but watch as he confidently strode back to his kingdom.

You swooned. Impossible not to, honestly. And he soon got over his defiance. Though he was still stubborn to accept the fact that he was infatuated with you too. Either way, you adored him.

He came over to your castle one night, sneaking in past your guards. You never upped the security, because you never wanted it to be impossible for him to come in.

What was meant to be a meeting about kingdoms turned into a passionate interaction. He hadn’t planned on this, but he eventually ended up on your bed, you propped up above him. His face was a dopey grin with hazy, lovesick eyes. He was covered in kiss marks, His rumpled royal tunic parted in the middle of his chest, where more kiss marks were spread across his chest, abs, shoulders, everywhere. It was hilarious.

“Wow..” he muttered