"Queen Y/N, wake up." you tried to open your eyes, but they were glued shut. All you could see was yellow, and you started to panic. Rubbing your eyes, you realized that it was just eye crust, and that you weren't sick.
You looked up to see Kyoka, and you turned away, not wanting to face anyone. The shame was too much. "Queen Y/N, it's almost time for breakfast. The king has picked out your outfit for the day." she removed the covers, gasping at the state of your body.
Everything was marked up. Whether it was teeth marks or lines from Enji's nails, your skin was covered. Your legs and waist were covered in nasty looking bruises. You looked like a victim of abuse, not a newly coronated queen.
Kyoka helped you dress, brushing your hair and pinning it back. She tried to reassure you that everything was okay and that you were still beautiful, but you knew she was lying. Everyone was lying. Your worst fear had come true. You were now the king's whore.
"Good morning, Queen Y/N." Fuyumi greeted, getting up to help you to your seat. You were sore from the previous night, your legs shaking as you walked. "Good morning, everyone. How was your night?" it hurt to sit, but you ignored it, starting to pick at your food.
"So there's really nothing to do? I have no duties, I'm just a trophy wife?" Ochaco sadly nodded. Your face dropped. So you really were just a whore.
"Actually," Kyoka started, and you perked up. "Prince Shoto wanted you to help plan his wedding with Princess Momo. He said that you knew her best." your heart cracked. Of course he would want to rub the fact that he had gotten the girl in the end in your face. He hated you. You forced a smile. "Of course. Lead the way, Kyoka."
"I heard that you wanted me, Prince Shoto." you leaned on the doorway, fixing your crown. "I did. I heard from my fiancee that you had a... complicated relationship. Tell me, were you pursuing her as well as my father?"
You raised your chin up, looking regal as you came to stand beside the prince. "I was. I had taken on a different name and identity in order to start an affair with her. If your goal is to shame me, you should give up. The only regret I feel is not knowing that you and her were engaged. I'm afraid you've made a mistake, my dear step-son," you smiled knowingly. "you shouldn't have made an enemy of me."
You stepped into the kitchen, interested in what Eijiro was cooking. "Hey, Eijiro!" you hugged your friend. "Queen Y/N." he bowed, and your heart sank. "Come on, we're friends. Please, don't treat me like everyone else."
"It is an honor to be in your presence. Are you hungry?" your face fell, and you turned on your heel. "No thank you, Eijiro."
"My love," Enji kissed you, threading his fingers through your hair and messing it up. "I'm afraid I have to travel to the Yagi Kingdom for the next few weeks. I'll keep in touch." you internally high-fived yourself, glad to have some time alone. "When do you leave, Enji?"
"Now. Expect your first letter by tomorrow." he dropped to his knees, kissing your stomach. "Tell me if you're with child, and I'll come home immediately. Goodbye, I love you."
"What are you doing?" you knocked on Izuku's door, ignoring Kyoka. There was no response, and you threw open the door, starting to rummage through his drawers for clothing. "Queen Y/N-" you covered your handmaiden's mouth with your hand.
"I want out, even if it's for a few weeks. You're welcome to come with me, but I'd recommend you not telling everyone else." you pulled out a tunic that looked to be your size, thanking god that Izuku always wore larger clothes.
Kyoka hesitated, before she started to undress you. "I'll come with you. The princes and advisors are also going with the king, so there's only the servants here." you grinned, slipping on Izuku's clothes.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go."
"Queen Y/N, where-" you chuckled, cutting Kyoka off. "You can't call me queen. Where we're going, nobody knows who the fuck I am. Just Y/N'll do." you tethered the horse to the tree, dragging your handmaiden into the bar.
You sat down, a waitress immediately bringing you and Kyoka beers. "Is this where you've been drinking?" you laughed. "Yeah. It's great beer, and I've met a couple people. Speaking of. Yo! Guys!" you called over to the rebels.
"Y/N!" Himiko rushed over to you, kissing your nose. "Who're they?" Kyoka pointed to your friends, who surrounded you at the table. "Where's your other girl? You ditched her?" you waved your beer over at Dabi, who looked as passive as ever.
"You won't believe this. She's been in love with my fucking step-son. They're engaged, actually. Guys, meet Kyoka, my... friend. Kyoka, this is Jin, Himiko, Dabi, Tomura, Shuichi, everyone, basically. They know who I am." Jin laughed, holding onto your shoulders.
"She cannot be in love with your step-son! There's no fucking way. You're lying." you chugged your drink, noticing Kyoka and Himiko starting to talk. "Nope. Princess Momo has been engaged to Prince Shoto since I've known her. You know what'll be funny? If they name their kid after me."
You could feel Kyoka's discomfort melting, and soon enough, the beer she was drinking made her open up. She started to argue with Dabi over which royal was the best, and obviously, she said you were her favorite. Kyoka was really funny, you learned.
"Hey, have you slept with the king yet?" you snorted. "What kind of question is that? Of course we've slept together. It's a tradition to have sex on the night of your marriage." you pulled the shirt of your tunic up, revealing the various bruises on your hips and waist.
The night was beginning to end, and you remembered that you needed a place to stay for the night. "Yo, Tomura." you leaned over to your friend. "Mind if we crash at your hideout for the night? I'll find an inn in the morning."
Tomura, without missing a beat, refused. Himiko and Jin ended up begging for you and Kyoka to stay, with Dabi joining in. Eventually, the leader of the rebels gave in, allowing you to stay for the night.
"Hey, Kyoka?" you looked over to your handmaiden. "Thanks for coming with me." she murmured something in response, but you couldn't hear it. You cuddled closer into yourself, quickly falling asleep.
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