Regal Ties

by sapphicsmaximoff

Chapter 1

“She is the strongest warrior I’ve yet to see.”

“But father, she is merely a woman, not fit to protect a king, or the princess.”

“Untrue, my boy, you have not seen her in battle!”

“You are too kind, my lord.”

“I speaking nothing but truths.”

“The army is off to battle outside of Sokovian lines, and I as your queen have waved your duties as battalion commander.” You face drops at the proclamation. You frown, wiping your dirty mouth with a napkin, and you place it on the table. “Thank you, malady, but may I ask why?”

“The princess will be shipped in from England within the day, and I need her to be watched. You are one of the only people I trust to not let her get hurt.”

“We are discuss trading options with a Duke in the region of Prussia.” You nod to yourself. The king smiles at you.

“I will do as you please, my king.”

“Brilliant.” You take in a breath.

“May I excuse myself?” The king excuses you, and you push out your chair, walking outside of the dining hall. It wasn’t long before your walk led you to the yard where many soldiers were receiving training.

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As you approached, Steve noticed and spoke up. “ATTENTION, MEN!” All men stopped their jousting and rushed to the middle of the field at attention. “Commander Y/N has approached.” You grip the handle of your blade and walk up to the men.

“Men! I have been informed by the king that a Duke from Prussia has come to discuss trade. I expect you to be at your best. I have been appointed as a personal detail for the princess, so Commander Rogers will be my successor until I am needed in battle.”

“Finally!” Everyone falls silently as you glare towards them.

“Excuse me?” Silence. “Reveal your foul tongue, or I shall strike you down.”

A large burly man moves through the crowd, and barely towers over you with a smirk. “Steve is more of a leader than you, girl.” Of course Rumlow, the low life servant pig, had something to say. You scoff.

“That may be so, but I must tell you something.” You reach onto your belt, and pull a thick knife of a holster, swiftly swiping it onto his neck. “I was bred of warriors. This blade has killed millions, and will strike a million more. If you decide that I am not fit, so be it, but you will not speak above your station.”

You two began to stare one another down, until footsteps came down the stairs. “Commander!” You turn swiftly, blade still to his neck as you watch the messenger fidget slightly. “Um…the princess is here!”

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You walked behind the young boy whom you remembered to be May’s nephew, Peter, as he walked fast to the dock. The weight of your armor slowed you down as the wooden stairs creaked under your thick leather boots.

When you arrived on the dock, everyone seems to bow as she boards off but you don’t. I could have this person hung, she thought. Her dresses was short enough for her to walk out. Servants, including the messenger grabbed her trunks and began to walk them back up. She approached you.

“Princess.” You say with a bow of your head. “Ah, one of father’s lackeys? Does he want you to protect me?” You chuckle slightly as the crew moves past you. “Most insult my sex before they do my integrity, this is a first.”

“I don’t need protective detail, especially from another woman.”

“Ah! There it is, surprised you lasted that long.”

“You are speaking to me as if we are old friends. Know that I am your superior…”

“Y/N.” She scoffs.

“Y/N, stupid name that is.” She walks past you and towards the stairs, and you move to catch up. “I don’t need a protective detail.” She mumbled. You chuckle to yourself.

“Tell that to the arrow I took for your brother. A “friend” tried to assassinate him. The king is being cautious, and as the commander for th-“

“You’re the commander? What of Thaddeus?”

“Killed in battle months ago.”

“Goodness.” You hum as you allow her to pass.

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You had arrived to the dining hall where Wanda was greeting her family as Pietro approaches. “I tried with all my might, but they wouldn’t be swayed.” You smile, patting his back.

“It’s alright, your sister is quite the young woman.”

“A wretch that is.” He says, making you snicker. “Not far off.”

“I do love her, but her demeanor is fitting of her title. Spoiled princess.” Wanda is approaching, blatantly ignoring you. “Brother.”

“My sweet Wanda, oh how I have not missed you.” Wanda rolls her eyes as the two embrace. “I assume you’ve met Y/N.” He gestures over to you, making you smirk. “Yes, my lord, it seems as though she loathes the name.”

Pietro looks over at Wanda who shoots you at not so subtle glare. “I love your name, Y/N.” He smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Much appreciated, my lord.”

“Ugh! Have I not told you about the formalities?! No more!” He pats your shoulder, walking off to his parents as your eyes meet Wanda’s. “I’ve only to escort you to your chambers, and you will not see me for the rest of the night.” You say with a kind smile.

“Hmm. And where are your chambers?”

“I sleep in the house near the stables, but my noblemen share my intended room.”

“How come?” You shrug. “I enjoy sleeping naked in bales of hay.”

Wanda looks slightly flustered, making you chuckle. “Sorry for my indiscretion. No, I um…I grew up grooming the horses, they get scared when I’m not near.” Wanda hums. “Well, I’ll bid everyone goodnight, and we can be on our way.” You nod, letting her walk away.  

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The walk wasn’t far, and you has stopped in front of the cottage’s door. “Well. I’ve assigned two guards to watch over you at night. But I’ll probably be here early in the morning. Making my rounds.” You smile as she has no expression.

“Goodnight, princess. Welcome home.” You bow before her, making her crack a smile. When you stand up, you frown at her smile. “What?”

“Rarely anyone bows before me. At school it was only to mock.”

“Oh. Would you like me to stop?” She shakes her head no. “Do as you please.” She gives you a genuine smile before walking into the small cottage. 

You nod to yourself, uncrossing your hands from behind your back as you waltzed down the small hill. When you approached the small stable, you noticed your friend. Softly, you ran up to her, capturing her in a big hug that made her laugh, a rarity. 

“Let me down, you oaf!” You smile, letting her down as the wind blowed, her soft red hair and your tunic blowing with it. “So...How’s the princess, as spoiled as I heard?” Natasha asks curiously, making you scoff. “All you ladies do is gossip, hmm?” The woman shrugs, ringing out the towel in her hand. 

“She is fine, a bit spoiled, but nothing not expected of her.”

“Hmm.” The door on the other side opened, and there May was. “To sleep, you two. The guard don’t like us fraternizing.” You chuckle as Natasha’s hand covered your chest. “I am the guard, May.” She rolls her eyes, brushing you off as she walks out. 

“Well, that’s my cue.” She turns back to you, kissing you on the cheek as she walks backwards the door May left from. She gives you an air kiss, and you pretend to catch, punding your chest hard as you fall on your back dramatically, making her laugh.  

“Goodnight, oaf.”

“Goodnight, my widow.”

 

Chapter 2

The next morning you were up before dawn. You arrived by Wanda’s cottage, and waited outside. After a while, one of her new servants, Anna Marie, had let you in.

As Wanda slept in her room, she could hear light conversation. “So…you and Natasha? I swore you were courting another.” You scoff, taking a bite from the bread bowl. “Nonsense! Shall I ask you of Sir Remy?” The girl blushes, bowing her head.

“He does not know if the likes of me, Y/N.”

“I beg to differ, Ms. Marie.” She frowns, sitting up as she moves out of bed, rubbing her eyes with a yawn. She opens the door, and your breath hitches as you stand at attention. You bow your head.

“Princess.” The action before seemed to knock the breath from you as you stood with your hands behind your back. “Y/N.” The sight of you seemingly submissive and ready to serve made her feel like a princess again.

She had almost softened up to you yesterday, but a nagging in her head told her not to. “It seems you like to relax, eat my food, and talk to my servant despite you being here to watch me.” You gulped, shaking your head no.

“It’s not her fault, princess, I-“ Wanda smiles, holding her hand out to Anna, silencing the girl. “Is there anything I’m to attend to?” Your jaw clenched, but you nod.

“I am meant to escort you to breakfast with your family, and your father’s advisors. A welcome back, I’m sure.” She hums, looking back at the other girl. “Anna, is it?” She nods rapidly with anxiety. “Come.” She walks back towards her room, but turns to you once more with a smirk.

“At ease.” You let out a breath, your shoulders untensing as they leave the room.

 

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After escorting her, you end up in the training grounds, sparring with Clint and Natasha.

They doubled on you, but you fought back with your training stick and shield. “So…how’s the princess?” Clint asks with a smirk. “Everyone wants to know, huh?” The man chuckles, swinging his own training sword into the shield.

“My mom used to watch her when she was young, she was either a brat or a sweetheart depending on the day.” Natasha chuckles, continuing the sparring. You smirk as the two bang their sticks on your shield.

You push back, turning to hit your stick on Clint’s side. “Dead.” You duck under Natasha’s swing, pretending to stab her side. “Dead.” The two groan as you pull back.

“Yelena!” The girl looks up from her pot of food with a mouth full, making you giggle. “Come on! It’s your turn!”

“Oh, no I’m good.” She smiles, continuing to eat. “It’s either training or I walk you to the laundry room on my way to the princess.” Her eating stops, food falling into her shirt.

She looks up to you with a glare, making Natasha laugh. “You heard her!”

“Die, Natalia!”

 

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When you met back up with Wanda, she seemed tired and famished which meant she ate well. “I wanna go to the shore, I haven’t stepped in water since I was very young.” You sighed, wondering how many things she hadn’t done in Italy. You knew why Pietro hadn’t finished his education. His father was getting older, and he needed to be schooled on the ways of a king.

“Do you know any Italian?” Wanda smirks, nodding as you walk down the tons of stairs towards the shore.

“Non lo so, dimmelo tu.”

“Bene, cosa hai studiato?” The brunette’s eyes widen as she stops, curling the red scarf around her shoulders closer to her. “You know Italian?” You nod, holding your hands on the top of your belt. “You’re insufferable.” She muses with a less than kind smile. “Well, excuse me princess, but as head of this kingdom’s guard, it is essential that I know the languages of possible enemies or allies.” Wanda scoffs, walking ahead as she steps down the final step.

As she does, she doesn’t notice you halting as you watch Natasha wash and hang her clothes. You walked slowly as she felt your stare before she looked up. A smile graced her features as she waved back to you. “Y/N!” You jump at the exclamation.

Around you notice people who were working now bowing at Wanda’s presence. “Yes, princess?” You gulped nervously as she looked over at Natasha. She huffs, motioning for you to come to her. “Come.” And so you did, you continued to walk behind her. There was a small moment where you pushed her out of the way of a puddle, stepping your already dirty boots into the mud.

When you got down to the shore, you sighed, closing your eyes as you took in a breath of the tide’s air. Wanda watched you with a watchful eye, before begging to strip off her clothes. You hadn’t noticed until you were startled by the tossing of a large dress in your face.

You yelped, opening your eyes, but immediately closing them as Wanda stripped. “Erm…what are you doing, princess?” You slowly open your eyes. She makes a soft gasp as she begins to untie her corset.

A groan escapes her as she stretches out her back. “I’m going for a swim.”

“Oh no, I-I cannot let you.”

“How come?”

“The tide is high, and I-I-I’m sure you can swim. It’s just that I cannot let you out of my sights, Princess.”

Wanda scoffs, walking up to you. “Cannot or will not? If you seek to make demands, assert your dominance, Dame Y/LN.” You chuckle at the use of your title, stretching your jaw in annoyance.

“I do not wish to assert dominance, but assure your safety, Princess. I hope you understand my worry.”

The brunette scoffs, smiling as she takes off towards the water. “Princess!” The dock was empty as the fishermen were off that day, so she didn’t have to worry about much as she jumped into the water.

Groaning, you ran after her, catching yourself on the edge. She hadn’t risen from the water, making you worry. “Princess?! Princess!” No response. “Wanda?!” You could see her hand floating, and your face drained with worry, remembering the rocks underneath the dock.

“Fuck!” Ripping off your shirt, you dive into the water. You can see her floating, her eyes closed. Exclaiming under the water, you swim to her, pulling her up over the water with her one hand. You then hold her against you as you pop onto the dock.

Slapping her face to wake her, you begin to get more worried. You couldn’t see any indication she was hit with a rock. “Wanda? Hey, hey! Hey, Wanda, can you hear me?” Your face drops when you hear her laugh.

A smile grows on her face, her pearly white teeth showing, making you frown. Scoffing, you push back as her eyes open. Her laughing never stops as she watches you look embarrassed. “Sorry, that was hilarious.” She laughs.

“Far from it.” You groan, standing up. You gather her dress and corset, walking away from the dock. “Oh, come on! I got you good, you must admit!”

 

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“Listen, I’m sorry about her. She loves pushing buttons.” Pietro says as he buttons his jacket. “Buttons were certainly pushed, my lord.”

He chuckles, watching as you grab the hilt of your sword. “At ease, she’s just Wanda. You are a warrior, I know you’ve had worse pupils than her.”

“Yes, but I have to see her every day.”

“Fair.”

The guard was setting off to the mainland to confront enemies across the shore, and no one trusted Wanda to rule Sokovia for a week, despite it being her birthright. There was set to be a council meeting on whether Baron Zemo would be a better fit.

There were also rumors that you were being considered to advise her. “What would you do if you were king? Queen?”

“King, my lord. The title still stands. If I were, I’d change nothing.”

“How come?”

“Well, your father’s policies, trade partners, laws…they’re all things I’ve agreed upon.”

A knock on the door startles you as you see Wanda on the threshold. “Brother. Dame.” Pietro scoffs.

“Y/N told me of your stunt this morning.” She looks over to you with a glare, making you gulp. “You’re not very funny, sestra.”

“I beg to differ.” Groaning, the young man shakes his head in disappointment. “Y/N, you’re dismissed. Take your day.” You don’t question his word, bowing as you walk towards the threshold. “What about me?”

“Father wants us to spend the day together.”

“Of course he does.”

 

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When he let you go, you immediately ran to Natasha’s cottage. Her parents and Yelena live across the way, but when she turned 19, you and Bucky had built this cottage where the school used to be for her.

 

You didn’t have to knock as she opened the door for you. “My beautiful oaf.” You blush as she caresses your face, before bringing you into her home.

“What brings you here?”

“The prince let me take my day.” Natasha smiles, nodding as she takes a plate of cooked fish, placing it before you. “Well, since you’re here, I made fish. Your favorite.” Humming, you quickly bite through the fish.

“Would it be alright if I stayed the night tonight?” She smiles, sitting in the chair before you. “Yes. I hope you know you never have to ask, Y/NN.” She scoots around the table, sitting closer to you.

You were going to quip back, but decided to close in on a kiss. “Why don’t we relax on my day off?” Natasha smiles, nodding as she stands. She grabs your hand, ripping you out of the chair, and into her room.

Chapter 3

Wanda refused to admit she already missed your company.

Pietro wasn’t boring, and of course, she missed him, but he knew her. He knew how desperately she wishes to push his buttons, but he wouldn’t allow it.

That’s why she enjoyed you. You seemed to do her bidding, a loyal soldier. She could do whatever she liked to you, and you’d just have to take it.

“I don’t trust her, brother.” Pietro sighs, holding the hilt of his sword as they walk along. “She is better than you assume. She is a fine soldier, a warrior. I trust her with my life.”

“That is phenomenal, really…but…if she cannot save me from drowning-“

“That was a stunt you pulled, Wanda. You tricked her.”

“Ah! Never mind that!” He shakes his in disappointment, chuckling as they continue to walk on the bridge. Her eyes drifted down, not far from the bridge. She saw the path to the dock and noticed something.

Stopping as Pietro began to speak again, she saw. Leaving that girl’s house. The one she saw you wave at before. You were both laughing as she pushed you out of her cottage, she shoved your jacket in your hands, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Wanda almost gasped, but she held to herself. She watched as you separated, a goofy smile on your face she couldn’t quite see as you watched the redhead walk back in. When you turned around, you began walking up but felt eyes on you.

You looked up to see no one there, frowning as you began your trek up the hill back to the stables to sleep due to how light it had become.

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When you made it back to the castle the next morning, you walked through the halls, searching for the prince and princess. After a minute or so, you recognized the man walking before you, regarding him with a smile.

“Commander Rogers!” The man chuckles, engulfing you in a hug. “Y/LN.” You two separate, not knowing that Wanda was listening in from behind the door next to you. “How is the princess?” The question makes you scoff as your jaw clenches.

“No comment.” The man laughs, patting you on your arm. “I could put in a word, maybe-“ You hold a hand up in refusal. “No, that is quite alright. I-“ The door creaks open, startling you as you see Wanda standing before you.

“Dame, Rogers.”

You look away from her with a clench of your jaw, your eyes on the floor. “My brother had to walk me to my cottage.” You frown. “I had the day off.”

“The day ends when the sun sets.” You can feel the glare, and the air becomes tense as Steve looks between you. “You are dismissed, Steven.” Steve gulps, bowing as he walks off down. “Y/LN.”

You refused to acknowledge her. She was testing yo- “Y/N! Look at me when I speak to you, please!” You quickly gulp, looking at yourself. “Come inside, now.”

“I-I cannot, I need to find your brother.”

“Than I shall come with you.”

“Princess-“ Your voice cracked. “Princess, it is a personal matter.” Then she starts to laugh.

“You’ve conceded.”

“I do not understand?”

“You are like a pussy cat. I have pushed you to your limit in two days, and I intend to continue.” She smiles.

Your eyes widen in fear. You begin to stammer on your words, and she continues to smile. “You evil-“

“Who was that girl?” The question stopped your voice and you frowned again. “What?”

“Who’s the girl, Y/N? From our walk, and the one you spent your day with? Does the king know his first in command is involved with a lowly villager?”

“I don’t have time for this, princess.” You shake your head, walking in the direction opposite of her. Groaning as you can hear her footsteps moving towards you. “Listen, I apologize for my hostility.” At that, you scoff.

“Are you mad?! You grill me like a hog, and then immediately say “I apologize.”, insanity this is.”

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The days after that interaction hadn’t gotten easier. Despite the convoy being ready, the king made no move. Steve and Pietro had updated you, saying it could truly be weeks or months until they made some treaty so the fighting wouldn’t happen.

You escorted Wanda everywhere. Dances, tea parties, dinners. You kept silent, obedient. She kept you so busy, that you barely had time to see Natasha.

So thankfully one day, she called you and Anna into her room one morning. Not thankfully, but still.

She was sick.

“Do you want me to notify the doctors to come and take a look at you?” It was a stupid question to ask, but she was a stubborn one, you’d heard. She nodded, so it must’ve been bad.

You raced your horse to the city where the royal service lived, running up into the doctor's small office, before riding him to the princess. Word spread, and commoners began to whisper.

And in her daze, so did Wanda.

When she saw you there, patting her forehead with a cold compress, she looked into your y/ec eyes in awe. If no one was there, she’d kiss you just to taste what that girl had. She assumed it would taste like strawberries, you love those she noticed.

Or heard…from Pietro of course.

“You’re alright, my Princess.” Your voice was so soft and smooth, and she was your Princess. Forget Sokovia. She didn’t want you to go, but the king had gotten there, Pietro by his side.

They had dismissed everyone but Doctor Banner and his son from leaving. Their mother was out of the kingdom discussing dowries, and possible arrangements for her daughter’s marriage. God, Wanda didn’t want that.

She didn’t want to have to look at you and whomever that girl was, fawning over one another. It’s all she saw. when you got out there. The girl stood with a tall burly man whom Wanda recognized as the butcher from when she was young.

There was a smaller but older woman, next to a shorter blond, and you stood with them in the street, conversing. “CLEAR THE STREETS” The soldiers yelled, and you did, disappearing completely.

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The next day, you came in to check on her.

“You look slightly less flushed.”

“Mm.”

You sat with her all day, not against your will. You were advised to stay clear, but Pietro sent you to read her a favorite that she got for her 16th. “Leave it up to you to save 30 Shakespeare sonnets.”

“You know I’ve met him twice.”

“Oh! Wow, that is amazing.” The conversation seemed to be friendly, and you both forgot that you loathed one another.

You read them, and the romantic ones hit her harder as your smooth-as-silk voice vibrates off of the wood. She fell asleep soon after, and you admired her in all her pale beauty.

“Goodnight, my Princess.”