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It was the day of Prince Malleus Draconia's 175th birthday.
And he hated it.
The horned prince wanted nothing more than to lay in bed all day and ignore everyone and everything.
But he knew no one would allow that.
Especially his grandmother.
However… That did not stop him from trying.
The moment the attendants came into his room, pulling open the curtains, Malleus grumbled something incoherent, pulling the blanket over his head and horns.
"Ah, Your Highness… It's… It is time to get up… " One of the attendants, a maid, spoke up.
"I do not wish to get up and face this dreaded day of all days. Please… Just leave me be for now… " Malleus grumbled, voice muffled by the sheets.
"Lord Malleus, please get up. You have quite the amount of ceremonies you need to attend in your honor. More than usual, I'm afraid. " One butler spoke up.
"Don't I always? And they are they same thing every year. The same old words spoken over and over I practically have them memorized by now and can recite them by heart. " Malleus huffed.
"M- My Lord, please- "
"No. I will not be attending any ceremonies. Not today. Not tonight. Not at all. If anyone asks, please tell them that I have fallen ill and that I do not wish for anyone else to catch my sickness. " Malleus stated.
The attendants all gave each other worried glances. "Lord Malleus, will that not make people more concerned for your well-being? "
"Tell them I do not wish for any visitors, either. Now, leave me be. " The green-eyed prince growled, burying his face in his pillow, seemingly done with the conversation for now.
The attendants quickly left, bowing before they swept themselves out the door, shutting it behind them.
Finally, Malleus had some peace and quiet.
For about a few minutes.
The horned prince tried get some sleep, but his door crashed open.
Queen Maleficia Draconia. His grandmother.
"Malleus! What is this I hear of you faking ill?! " She hissed.
"Oh, leave me be, Grandmother. The ceremonies are the same every year. Might I be able to skip them? Just this once? " Malleus asked, sitting up, and slightly glaring at Maleficia.
"No! Absolutely not! Do you not care about your reputation as Prince, Malleus? Not showing will look incredibly disrespectful. You'll be fine. Now, get up. " Queen Maleficia ordered, and slammed the door shut as she walked out.
Malleus sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do now.
If his grandmother wanted something done, it would be done. No matter what anyone said or did.
The black-haired prince grumbled the whole time putting on his formal wear, glaring at his reflection in the tall, obsidian lined floor-length mirror in front of him.
By the Seven, he barely recognized himself.
Who even was he anymore?
A Prince… Or a puppet? Something to be paraded around by the whims of others.
Yuuri would not have let this happen.
Malleus' heart stopped at the memory of the human princess he had fallen in love with oh so many years ago.
Yuuri Yukimura.
She was beautiful, kind, treated him like he was any other person. Not something to be feared, not a prince, just… Malleus. She had even given him a little nickname.
Hornton.
The green-eyed prince felt his heart begin to beat rapidly within his chest, his breath coming out in short, quick bursts. He clenched his fists to calm his mind, looking down at the floor of his room to have at least something to focus on.
Sevens, how he loved Yuuri with his whole heart. His entire being!
Malleus remembered how he would dreamily gush about her to Lilia, who would then tease the prince about his obvious affection. Oh, how Malleus always told the older fae that he would marry Yuuri someday, and he planned to! He even purchased a ring! Only the best for his future wife!
Well, she would have been his future wife…
Had Malleus not found her in the snow. Sword stabbed through her back. Blood staining the pure white on the ground.
Dead.
The green-eyed prince had wept in Lilia's arms for days, saying how he should have gotten there sooner, faster, anything that could have saved his beloved human!
Back in the present, tears pricked at Malleus' eyes, but he blinked them away. No. No one was going to see him cry today.
They couldn't. They shouldn't.
Once Malleus felt as if he was calm enough to look himself the mirror… He swore he saw a flash of that same pale pink and gold dress Yuuri loved so much.
He rubbed his eyes.
"I must be imagining things… " Malleus mumbled to himself, turning away from the mirror.
Time to play the part everyone wanted him to be.
The Prince.
The black-haired dragon fae prince sat at the head of a long, ebony table, gazing despondently down at the cake in front of him. He knew he should at least appear grateful for the effort put into his birthday, and he was…
Somewhat.
Still, Malleus longed to be back in bed. Where he could just sleep the day away and dream about Yuuri.
Yuuri.
She was occupying his thoughts more and more as the day continued on.
Yuuri would have brightened up the room with her smile, her voice, everything.
Malleus swore he smelled her perfume somewhere in room. It was close.
So damn close.
Malleus' head snapped to the side, where the scent was supposedly coming from.
Nothing.
There was no one there.
"My Lord, is everything alright? " One attendant asked, raising an eyebrow.
Malleus sighed, and looked back at the cake.
"Yes… Everything is fine… " He replied.
No.
It wasn't fine.
Nothing would ever be fine.
"Is… I- Is the cake not to your liking? " One maid stammered.
"No, no. The cake is fine. " Malleus responded.
Soon enough, the "party", if one could even call it that, was underway. No one at the table spoke to him.
He rarely took bites of the cake.
Malleus hated cake.
If Yuuri was here, she would not make him eat cake. Because she would've eaten enough of it for the both of them. Malleus remembered fondly the human princess's love of baked goods, especially cake.
That would be the only reason cake would be served on his birthday. Just for Yuuri, and only Yuuri. It would make her smile.
How Malleus longed to see that smile one last time.
"My Lord! Why do you shed tears on such a wondrous occasion? " One attendant exclaimed, snapping the black-haired prince out of his thoughts.
He brought a hand to his cheek, and his fingers came back damp.
Sure enough, Malleus had been crying.
"Ah… Do forgive me. I am just feeling sentimental, is all. " The green-eyed prince lied.
The attendant nodded, and carried on with whatever they were doing before.
All Malleus wanted to do was tell them the truth.
But he couldn't.
He can't.
So all the horned dragon prince could do… Was pretend. Pretend that Yuuri was sitting right next to him. Pretend that she was happily enjoying his birthday.
Pretend that he cared about what any of these people had to say.
The day dragged on miserably for Malleus, attending ceremony after ceremony in his honor. He drank dark red wine with lords and ladies, danced with dukes and duchesses, rinse and repeat. Oh, how the black-haired prince hated it all!
How he longed to return to the comfort of his own bed and dream of the blue-eyed human princess who captured his heart, and still held it in her long dead hands. Malleus wanted to go and visit her grave after everything was over. Should he?
No. He was far too drunk. Yuuri Yukimura deserved far better than some drunkard prince.
"You're fine the way you are, Malleus.~ " Yuuri purred into his ear, feeling her arms around his shoulders.
Malleus whipped his head around, wine glass still full and in his hand, lime green eyes wide.
She was just there!
He heard her!
Malleus heard Yuuri's voice!
"My Lord…? " The Duke he was originally speaking to spoke up.
"…She was just there… " The dragon-fae prince mumbled.
"Who, My Lord? " The Duke questioned.
Malleus eventually snapped out of it.
He needed to head back to bed.
Now.
"No one, Sir… My apologies, but I'm feeling a little under the weather… I shall retire to my chambers for the evening. " The horned prince stated, quickly handing his wine glass to a nearby server and walking away before anyone could object.
As he made the way up the stairs to his room, Malleus began to feel a tad bit hot and stifled in his formal wear, lightly tugging at the collar with a finger. As soon as he opened the door to his room, he stumbled inside, kicking the door shut behind him.
Malleus tugged off his formal wear, throwing it to the floor, leaving nothing but the cold draft against his bare skin. It was a welcome feeling, as Malleus could feel himself begin to sweat. He made his way over to his private bathroom, turned on the faucet, and didn't even bother waiting until the tub itself was filled with water before stepping in.
Malleus sighed heavily, closing his eyes, leaning against the edge of the bathtub. It was big enough to accommodate him, and so he thought to himself…
Would it be able to fit another person inside?
Malleus knew who he would bring with him.
Yuuri.
He could picture it now.
Malleus leaning against the edge, Yuuri lying against his chest in the water. Her dark brown hair splayed out against his skin as she she gazed up at him with those adoring eyes.
"The water feels nice, Malleus…~ "
That voice.
Malleus opened his eyes, and there she was.
Yuuri Yukimura.
Leaning against him in the water.
"You're so tense, Malleus. Relax a little, won't you? " Yuuri teased affectionately.
The black-haired prince could feel her skin on his, she felt so real…
Perhaps this was real.
Yes. This was real.
Yuuri never died.
They got married.
Yuuri was now his Princess Consort.
Malleus wrapped his arms around Yuuri, slightly lowering his head so he could rest his cheek against her temple. "Forgive me, darling. I feel much more at ease with you here. "
He lightly kissed Yuuri's head, and moved his legs so that they were now pressed against hers, entrapping her. "Mm…~ I love having you against me like this…~ "
The horned prince smirked, pulling Yuuri even closer now, so that her back was pressed against his torso. He lightly trailed his fingers down her stomach. "Ah, perhaps I should do this more often then…~ I do so enjoy the little faces you make whenever I run my fingers along your skin…~ Like this.~ " He murmured in her ear, his fingers tracing lazy circles against Yuuri's stomach.
Yuuri gasped softly, eyes shut in bliss. "Yes, Malleus…~ J- Just like that…~ " She breathed out lustfully.
Malleus' right hand moved lower down her stomach, nearly reaching her pussy, while his left hand came up to fondle her breast. "My dear Yuuri, you have no idea of how much I adore the sounds that slip past your lips when I make love to like this.~ "
"A- Ahh, M- Malleus…~ Please…~ " Yuuri whimpered, guiding the dragon fae prince's hand down to her lower region, while reaching back to grip his shoulder with her free hand.
Malleus began to whisper sweet, dirty nothings into Yuuri's ear as he touched her. "You are absolutely radiant right now, my love. All blissed out as I drive you to the brink…~ I wonder what you would look like if I…~ " He trailed off, his middle and ring finger teasing along the line of her slit.
Yuuri gasped in delight as Malleus teased her slit. "M- Malleus…!~ "
But just as Malleus slid his middle and ring fingers into her dripping cunt, he jolted.
Malleus was still in his bath, the water having slightly cooled by now… But where was Yuuri?
The black haired fae prince frantically looked around, until it finally hit him.
Yuuri was dead. This was reality.
Malleus let out a shuddering breath, and drained the bath, not even bothering to cover himself up with a towel as he stepped out. Why bother?
No one would be there to see him.
Why should Malleus have to care about what someone thought of his fucking appearance?
The only two people's opinions he gave a shit about were Lilia and Yuuri.
And Yuuri wasn't her to give her opinion.
Malleus then unceremoniously flopped onto his massive king-sized bed, pulling the black and silver velvet covers over his still wet, naked body. His hair was slightly damp, and it would get frizzy if he didn't do something about it, but Malleus didn't care.
He was done caring.
The horned prince gripped the sheets slightly as he felt himself behind to drift off.
"Hehe…~ You're really gonna fall asleep on me?~ I haven't even gotten off yet.~ " Yuuri teased.
Malleus' heart stopped once more when the sound of Yuuri's voice blessed his ears.
He immediately threw the blanket off of him, and there she was.
Lying beside him.
In a translucent night robe.
Malleus brought a hand to his hair. Dry. As if he had not just had a bath. He felt his body.
Not completely naked, wearing a pair of boxers.
"Well?~ You gonna continue what we started, Malleus?~ " Yuuri teased, tracing circles on the bedding.
The black-haired dragon fae prince felt his heart start to race, and nodded, immediately pulling Yuuri into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"You are mine, Yuuri Yukimura… " Malleus mumbled, tightening his hold on her.
"Of course, I am. Whose else would I be? " She chuckled.
Malleus placed a trail of kisses from Yuuri's head down to her neck, his right hand undoing the ties of her night robe, while his left arm still held her against his chest.
Yuuri fell backwards, her head hitting the soft pillows of Malleus' bed, her dark brown hair splayed out above her like a halo. Malleus never once broke his lips from hers, his body tightly pressed against Yuuri's as he wrapped his arms around her.
"You are not wearing anything under this, Yuuri… Is my Princess Consort truly so shameless?~ " Malleus murmured against Yuuri's lips.
"Mm… Maybe I just wanted you to have easier access… " Yuuri purred, as Malleus finally lifted his face away from hers.
A deep chuckle rumbled in Malleus' throat. "Is that so?~ Well then… I believe my dear Princess Consort deserves a little reward…~ " The green-eyed prince then began to leave another trail of kisses, this one leading down to Yuuri's breasts.
Malleus took one nipple into his mouth, and gently suckled, fondling the other with his right hand.
"M- Malleus…~ " Yuuri whimpered, her cheeks flushed red.
The horned prince then tenderly bit Yuuri's nipple, soothing the bite with delicate licks and kisses. "By the Seven, my dear Yuuri… They are simply divine…~ " Malleus moaned softly, switching from her left breast to her right, and doing the same thing. Biting, licking, suckling.
He caressed Yuuri's breast with his left hand, while holding her left hand above her head with his right. "I can never get enough of you, my beloved Yuuri…~ "
Malleus then moved his kiss trail down Yuuri's stomach to her dripping cunt, which was already sopping wet. "Oh, Yuuri…~ Shall I?~ " He asked, wanting her permission first.
Yuuri nodded, and she could have sworn the dragon fae prince's eyes lit up like a flame. Malleus immediately buried his face between her legs, licking at her slit like it was his last meal, and by the Seven, Malleus Draconia would savor every bite.
"A- AAA!~ M- Malleus!~ " Yuuri moaned, her blue eyes blown wide in pleasure, gripping the sheets above her head in an attempt to stabilize herself.
"You taste marvelous, Yuuri.~ I could do this all night.~ Feast upon your flesh as if I were a man starved… Drink from you as if you were an oasis… " Malleus muttered, gently gripping her hips, nails digging into her skin.
The dark brown haired princess then reached her climax, squirting her juices onto Malleus' face, who lapped it all up eagerly.
"Sevens, Yuuri… I don't believe I will ever be able to get enough of you… " The black-haired prince murmured, crawling on top of her.
Yuuri panted slightly, wrapping her arms around Malleus' neck. "Malleus… Please… Fuck me… "
Malleus grinned warmly, and placed a soft kiss on Yuuri's lips, before sitting up slightly. "Let me prepare myself, my dear. "
The horned prince then tore off his boxers, took his cock in his hand, and using the precum that had already begun to bead at the tip, he stroked himself. "Haaa… Aaaa… Yuuri…~ " Malleus moaned.
He screwed his eyes shut, and gripped the sheets beside him with his free hand, gritting his teeth. Once Malleus felt as though he was ready, he aligned himself with Yuuri's entrance. "Tell me if this hurts, Yuuri… "
Yuuri nodded, and with the go ahead, carefully pushed himself in. Yuuri's nails scored down his back, but Malleus stayed put, letting the blue-eyed human princess adjust to the feeling of him being inside of her.
"Mmm… M- Malleus… Y- You can continue…~ " Yuuri whimpered.
Malleus nodded, began to slowly thrust in and out of Yuuri's sopping wet cunt. He did not wish to go too hard or too fast, lest he accidentally hurt her.
Malleus would never forgive himself if anything happened to her.
"Yuuri…~ Mmfff…~ Oh, Yuuri…~ " Malleus moaned, his hands on either side of her head.
"M- Malleus…~ You're huge…~ " Yuuri groaned.
"Does…~ Does that please you, darling?~ " He asked.
"Immensely…~ " The brown haired princess murmured.
Malleus then pulled Yuuri in for a kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. He stroked her hair, continuing to thrust into her. "You are taking me so well, beloved…~ That's it…~ You are so beautiful beneath me like this…~ I could stare at you for hours…~ "
Yuuri's face flushed a deeper shade of red. "H- Hmph… F- Flatterer… " She groaned.
"Not flattery if it is the truth, my dear Yuuri…~ If we ever had any heirs, do you believe they'd be as perfect as you?~ " Malleus purred.
"Malleus…~ I think I'd be more pleased if they ended up as kind and sweet as you…~ " Yuuri murmured.
The black-haired dragon fae prince felt his cheeks flush pink, and looked away sheepishly. Yuuri then cupped his face in her hands, making him look at her.
"I would love to have children with you, Malleus… " The blue-eyed human princess muttered softly.
Malleus' own bright green eyes widened slightly, then immediately returned Yuuri's smile. He picked up the pace in his thrusts, bringing his lips to meet Yuuri's for another passionate kiss.
He could feel his climax peaking, and just as it hit, he buried himself to the hilt inside of Yuuri, panting heavily, closing his eyes.
By the Seven, how he loved his human princess…
He made her feel so warm inside.
…So why did he all of the sudden feel cold?
Malleus opened his again… Only to find himself fully clothed, lying the middle of the snow.
How did he get all the way out here? And why was he wearing clothes? Shouldn't he be with-
And there she was.
Lying in a pool of her own blood.
Staining the snow crimson.
A sword through her back.
Yuuri Yukimura.
…
Malleus Draconia. Prince of Briar Valley. Heir to the throne… Screamed.
The sound of his scream jolted him awake, bright green eyes now wide and frantic.
His breaths came out in short gasps, as if trying to catch his breath.
As if he hadn't seen his beloved human princess corpse in the snow.
The scream alerted a few guards, who promptly burst into the prince's room. "Your Highness, is everything alright?! " One asked, concerned.
"He looks pale! "
"Is he sick? "
"Fetch the palace medics! "
"Young Master! " Came a voice that Malleus recognized instantly.
Lilia Vanrouge.
The one person Malleus Draconia trusted above all others.
The black-and-magenta haired fae quickly ran to the horned prince's side. "Young Master, what's wrong? " He questioned.
Before Malleus could even answer, he started heaving.
He was sick.
Sick of pretending that Yuuri was alive.
Sick of pretending he would ever see her again.
Sick of grief.
Sick of everything.
He vomited.
Lilia immediately stepped back so as not to get hit, though a bit splashed onto his boots.
One of the guards called for the palace medics, while Lilia tended to Malleus, helping him to lay back against the bed. "There, there, Young Master. It's alright… "
"Is it, Lilia?! " Malleus growled, and another heaving fit struck him.
By the time the palace medics arrived, the green-eyed prince had vomited a second time, and was now openly sobbing, tears carving marks down his cheeks.
They checked his temperature, vitals, and everything else. "He seems to have caught an illness of some sort… " One of the palace medics stated.
Another applied a cold compress to Malleus' forehead for what they thought was a fever, prescribed the dragon fae prince something for his vomiting.
Lilia escorted everyone out, but asked for a mop and bucket to be left behind so that he may clean up the vomit from earlier.
As the red-eyed bat fae started to mop, Malleus cracked his eyes open slightly, faintly turning his head to look at Lilia.
"I'm sick… " He whimpered.
"I know. " Lilia murmured.
"Do… Do you… Know… "
"…I know why you are sick, Malleus… "
Malleus' body shook with another sob. "Oh, oh don't tell anyone, Lilia… Please, oh please don't tell anyone… "
"I won't, Malleus… You have my word. " Lilia stated.
A brief pause.
"I miss her… "
"I know… "
"I want Yuuri back… "
Lilia paused in his mopping, gripping the handle. He didn't dare face the prince, not wanting for him to see his own tears.
"I know… Malleus. "