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Regency
Crown One
A King and His Queen
More than anything, she hated when he got that look on his face. The look that said he was thinking about the others. There were many reasons why it irritated her, ironically the least of which being that it tended to make the Grimm target their old friends all the more- not that the otherwise mindless monsters could just home into the location of where they were anyway.
No, it just tended to precede a somewhat sappy bit of self-effacing that always meant she’d have to comfort him. While Blake Belladonna-Arc, First of her Name and Queen of the Grimm, personally enjoyed the gains of Jaune’s attention, she hated when he regressed back to self-pity.
It just wasn’t very attractive. A pity, since otherwise Jaune had grown into a very handsome Evil Overlord. He wasn’t a blue-eyed blonde anymore, but she’d stopped lamenting the decidedly fair and knightly features in favor of his newly regal countenance. The ruff, more like a mane really, of his own white hair feathering around his noble features.
“Blake.” His red eyes trailed from the hole he’d (literally) bored into the wall of the Grimmland’s great Castle unto where she stood comfortably at the side of the Throne, “Do you love me?”
Despite herself, her own red eyes rolled and she felt her cat-ears pin back against the top of her white-washed head. “Jaune. I promised to spend the rest of eternity with you, trapped in a realm with the unending darkness of humankind. We’re married. I’m pretty sure if we weren’t unable to reproduce, we’d have a family nearly as large as your parents did. Yes. I love you.”
His lower lip trembled a bit. “Yes, but-”
“No. Stop beating yourself up. That’s my job.”
“ . . . I love you, Blake.”
“You better.” She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of how those words always made her smile. He could have it when he wasn’t being such a lump.
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It’d been a bit of a culture shock to go from her usual tight-to-the-skin outfits to the regal gowns made up of the black matter, though Blake could admit that she rocked the black and red look more than she would have initially guessed.
At least more than Adam ever had, anyway. And hey, it was color coordinated with her husband. Weiss could eat her. Ms. “CEO of the SDC” was still thoroughly entrenched in being too good for any potential suitor.
They’d been friends forever, but Blake still found herself acting a little more catty (did she really just pun? Damn it, Yang.) with the white-haired woman than the rest of her friend group. Even in her own head. It didn’t really help that Blake had joined the ranks of white-haired individuals thanks to having to dip herself into the birthing pools of the Grimm in order to obtain the power that had once belonged to Salem. Of course, Jaune had gotten the lion’s share of the power (DAMN IT YANG!) but she’d taken up the burden just as much as he had.
Bright side, she got to stay young and beautiful forever. Not that growing old with Jaune would have been filled with anything other than heartfelt appeals that she was the “most beautiful woman in the entirety of existence” but it was one thing to hear it (no matter how sincere) and another to know it would be the case until they eventually went mad and had to be put down the same way Salem had.
Hopefully that would not be for a -very- long time indeed. Frankly, Blake had come to think of it as an exceedingly long honeymoon vacation for the two.
Sue her. Blake was still a romantic at heart. Plus, she had all the time in the world to read all the books that existed. And since she was the Queen of the Grimm, all she had to do was be a little sneaky with it and she could get whatever she wanted for free.
Okay, so maybe her sense of morals had shaken a bit.
Surely that wouldn’t go poorly.
“Blake! The Beowulves are attacking Argus again!”
“Sorry, dear. I just remembered that time your sister said my outfit clashed.”