Context: You are a Queen desperately trying to hold your kingdom together while the King languishes from illness and the rest of the country eagerly awaits an heir. The only person you can turn to is the court sorcerer aka the King's older, twin brother. Dealing with him, however... is risky business.

Setting: The sorcerer's tower

Tags:[M4F][Established Relationship?][Friends to Lovers][Yandere Sorcerer Speaker][Noble Queen Listener][Confession][VERY Spicy][Conceiving An Heir]['Open' Marriage][Secret Plots][Just One Night][Hidden Feelings?][Obsessed][Manipulative][Possessive][CW: Mentions of Cheating/Illness/Murder]

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[Scene opens within the sorcerer’s tower]

[SFX: A heavy door swinging open]

[The sorcerer’s head tilts in your direction and you see the corner of his smirk as you step inside his tower]

“Well, well, a visit from the Queen herself! To what do I owe the honor, my beautiful starling?”

[Pause]

[He turns to you, smiling but unreadable]

“The King has fallen ill once more? Heavens! And I do suppose you have come to plead for your sorcerer’s aid in assisting him once more?”

[Pause!]

[He chuckles calmly and sets aside an obsidian mixing bowl]

“Goodness… You show such loyalty and care for a man that holds you in a loveless marriage…”

[...]

“Oh, of course, of course. It’s not about love, it is about keeping the kingdom unified. Of course… But with him so ill all the time, how ever will you be able to conceive an heir, my dear?”

[...]

[He pouts and approaches you, slender, spidery fingers cupping your cheek]

“Poor little Queen… Shhh, here. Your faithful sorcerer is here… I do not mean to make you upset. I know the weight you bare is immense, and it certainly cannot be easier with the King entertaining courtesans while you work yourself to the bone…”

[...?]

“What do I mean? Oh, darling! Oh, no, I’ve done it again and accidentally broken your poor, sweet little heart! I hate to tell you such terrible truths… But it may serve as some comfort to know that there aren’t many men or women in your service that would not throw themselves at your mercy just to entertain you for an evening…”

[...]

[The sorcerer holds you, shamelessly bold to do so without asking]

“...It’s alright, sweetling. Cry, cry, cry away… You’ve earned the right to hurt in such an intimate way. Let me just stroke your hair… Mmh, it smells even nicer today.”

[...]

[He smiles at you, not even a little taken aback]

“Would I deliberately poison the King to drive you into my arms? Oh, absolutely. Absolutely, absolutely, but I haven’t needed to entertain the thought once! The poor fool has been getting sick all on his own… I’m sure from entertaining so many foreign diplomats, hmhm…”

[Pause!]

[He hushes you gently. Infuriating, as he’s always been]

“Oh, my dearest Queen! Do not be so cross with your loyal, faithful, obsessed sorcerer! After all… You were the one who stuck up for me so vehemently when the King’s parents wished to secret their ‘rotten son’ away. Under the blades of a guillotine, of course, as one does.”

[...]

[His fingers trace down your hair as you rest in his embrace]

“...I would never do anything to harm you, my Queen. As much as I jest about bringing my little brother to ruin, I know you care for him… I just wish he cared as much for your feelings as you do his, hm? You are such a caring, giving Queen…”

[...]

“...This talk of heirs is bothering you, isn’t it?”

[...]

[He pulls away, pacing a bit]

[SFX: Potions brewing]

“Problems, problems, problems, indeed… But falling with child would at least stem some of them, yes?”

[...]

[He smiles at you with his usual ‘charms’]

“Does my little brother give you his affections anymore, darling?”

[Pause!]

“He does! He does… Mmh. Surprising… Well, regardless, I have a proposal for you, my sweet.”

[Pause?]

[He cackles at your inquiry]

“A potion to help you conceive? Oho… No, my dear. You don’t need magic, you just need a man that wants you more desperately. A man that happens to have royal blood in him. A man that looks just…like… the king~”.

[...]

[He chuckles quietly]

“Why, yes… I am his twin brother, aren’t I? And I certainly do want you far more desperately than that charlatan does… Honestly!”

[You jump as he throws his arms out in legitimate frustration]

“What sort of man manages to wed the most beautiful woman in the world, and decides to shun her for others that are of far less grace, beauty, or intelligence? You cannot tell me a wise man!”

[...?]

[The sorcerer stops, eyes murderous]

“No. Don’t you dare even suggest it is because you’re having trouble conceiving. If the man is that desperate for an heir, than he’s only wounding himself by seeking it in the form of a bastard army that will never know their father fully. This is not your fault, my Queen, and I shan’t hear otherwise!”

[Pause…]

“Oh, I’m aware I speak treason… I’m about to speak far worse, my Queen, with this simple proposal: lie with me for this one night. I will need nothing more than to give you the heir you desire, and gods know he’ll never know the difference.”

[Pause!]

“Hmhm… you aren’t an ‘adulterer’... No, I know. You’re just so… good sometimes, you know? But, my Queen… He IS an adulterer, and I know he’s waved you off to go and try, ‘Whatever you wish’. He’s given you his blessing to solve this problem of your own accord. Now, I’m sure he meant ‘Come and see my horrid older brother for a fertility position versus ‘Let my horrid older brother explore your body and give you what you need’, but semantics, no?”

[...]

[He smiles that serpent-like smile. Like his twin, he’s obnoxiously handsome]

“My Queen… Can you really stand there and tell me that you feel no attraction toward me? Even if I didn’t look like him, we still have our afternoon chats, and you’re so very kind to me… You even got him to let me join supper each night. Are you truly so good that you’ve done so out of sheer altruism… or has part of you enjoyed befriending the ‘mad wizard’ that all else feared?”

[...]

[SFX: Footsteps on stone]

[He approaches you again, fingers tracing up from the point of your chin to behind your ear]

“Oh, look how you shudder just from my fingers tracing up from the point of your chin to behind your ear… You are so starved for affection, my Queen. Free to find your pleasures elsewhere, guilt-free! And yet you’re still so very… stoic.”

[...]

[He leans closer, eyes glimmering with that dark power]

“...Just one night. One night, and you will get everything you deserve. All of your fears will be alleviated… I promise.”

[Pause]

“Hmhm… Are you afraid you’ll like it?”

[Pause!]

[He cackles as you pout at him, flicks one hand out, and the door locks on its own]

[SFX: The door shutting and locking of its own accord]

“Hmhmhm… I knew you were a little curious about me… What differences magic might make to a body just like your husband’s. That and, well…”

[He winks at you]

“I think you might like me… just a little.”

[...]

“Here… Come and be in my arms. Let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear until your body aches for more than words.”

[...]

[You move into his embrace again, tense but oddly comfortable]

“There’s my good girl… Oops, sorry. ‘My Queen’, hmhm. It’s fine. Once I start nibbling on this pretty, pointed little ear…”

[His voice lowers as his arms wrap around you]

“...You’ll forget all bout him.”

[To be continued?]

Note: He thorsty.