Devotion
In the privacy of the gardens, the prince gently wraps his hand around his vassal’s waist as he quietly gazes over the hedge of flowers.
Satsuki and Leonidas visit the gardens.
Author's Notes
Written at 3 am because insomnia's a bitch and my sleep schedule is all over hahaha I have no idea where I am going with this fic but I just want fluff man I'm so fucking thirsty for these two h e l p
‘Another long night.’ Despite barely showing any reaction, Satsuki calmly brushes her hand on top of Leonidas’ own beside his throne, unseen by the casual on-lookers. The fuming prince then began to settle down, fury still burning into the depths of his green eyes. He clasps his own hidden hand onto the archer’s own, as his booming voice echoing from the grand hall of the throne room.
“Do not mistake negligence as mercy. Those who disobey are to be put into prison.”
“B-But, your highness--”
“Or would any of you rather take their place instead? Boundless mercy grants strength to no one.” At the finality of his voice, the court is dismissed, leading a handful of disgruntled nobles to talk among themselves as they step out of sight. Leonidas stands up and regretfully lets the hand go before walking away towards the garden. Satsuki is a step behind, ever by her lord’s side.
In the privacy of the gardens, the prince gently wraps his hand around his vassal’s waist as he quietly gazes over the hedge of flowers. The archer simply scooted closer, not minding her prince’s actions at all. In fact, she seemed to welcome it with open arms.
Comfortable silence settles between the couple as neither of them deign to break the silence with useless platitudes. Perhaps it is one of the most admirable traits that Leonidas appreciates in Satsuki. She knows when to speak and when not to whenever he is stuck in an irritable mood.
A gentle breeze flows within the garden and lightly caresses the two. Her hair, like flowing water, brushes against his bare hands and for a moment, he praises his foresight for not wearing his gauntlets and gloves that day. He feels her lightly shiver as the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, forming an amused smirk.
“Perhaps we have overstayed our welcome.”
“No, I am fine...”
“Your garbs are thin and the winds are cold. Unless you wish to wear my own clothes then we best head back.” The archer doesn’t reply but the small blush forming on her face was more than enough of a sign for Leonidas to know he won. He steers them both back into the castle gates as he reluctantly untangles his hand from her waist. The petite archer turned to fall back towards her lord’s side, her olive eyes shining from devotion and love.
“Let us be off, my king.”
Leonidas snorts, his mood infinitely better at his beloved acknowledging their future.
“As you say, my queen.”