forum "I will be king, and your going to help me" oxo rp (open)

Started June 03, 2022 by @imJUSTasillylittleguy group

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It took her mere moments to wrestle her conscious. All the emotions unraveled at the fact Haruta is going to be wandering into the library and most likely walking over to her until she was able to calm herself down. The grip loosened on the book, yet she noticed the imprint of her fingers on the corners of the paper.

Yes, she was actually reading. Despite the book's contents detailing war strategies, she picked up parts that even a queen in her wretched position would need. The roughness of the paper and the light smoothness of the cover kept her sane. Reading helped her block out all the thoughts that tried to penetrate her focus.

What could not was the creaking of the doors opening or the slightly heavy steps of her "husband" walking in. Here it is, here fifteen minutes of attention that she will be getting. When will the next fifteen be? She has no idea. Swallowing, she pretended to not care as she flipped to the next page. Her shoulders relaxed.

But her tight grip returned. It came back the moment she could see him in her peripherals. Emese was not sure what to feel at the moment. She was not sure to what say to him at first. What is it that you want from me? Did your advisors tell you to actually form a bond with your wife? You remember that I am your wife, yes? The one you chose to marry to get the crown?

Closing the book, she set her hands neatly on top of it then turned her head to look at him. Her face remained neutral, nonchalant. "You were not expecting me to be in here, were you?"

He noticed how she shut the book, placing her hands on top, crossing her fingers together. He cleared his throat as he spoke. His gaze was mostly just a flat stare. Though from time to time you might see some flickers of him analyzing her.
"No, I was not expecting you to be In here." He spoke firmly, but not like he was infront of a crowd. It was just how he spoke.
He was holding the parchment in his hand that he was trying to avoid, or get new inspiration to read.
He tried to look at the book she was reading, but he failed. Her hands were covering the title of the book, it didn't look like it was from the castle library.
He would know, he's spent a lot of time in these walls since he was just a kid.
"Your welcome to leave if you would like, though I also won't force you." He didn't really know what he was supposed to be talking about in the first place.

There is something about staring into Haruta's eyes that made her wonder what he was thinking. Obviously they hadn't had a deep conversation at all nor is their bond solid enough to do such a thing. His voice is more powerful that he could expect. It made her feel like she was walking on the shatters of her heart. His gaze was something she was supposed to be yearning for, and yet, it made her question a lot of things.

"I see…." She muttered. Focusing back on her book, she opened it up to the page where she left off. For a moment, she was actually more engaged with the reading. In the corner of her eye, she noticed that he was holding something, a piece of paper. Her sight squinted before returning to what she was reading.

Perhaps it was a letter or some delineation on a plan or strategy. Oh, if only she could be a part of it. To dream of being in charge of something of the sorts is foolish on her part. Must make her the biggest fool of them all then.

Shutting the book again, she had it rest on her lap, but this time her hands relaxed on the arms of her chair. That is until she gestured to the parchment he is holding. "And what is that you are holding? Is it something to lead you here for further insight or guidance among the books?"

She shook her head. "Well I am glad you are not forcing me this time, although I believe that I will be staying here for the time being. Might as well be the part of your wife and see you."

He thought that maybe for a second, they wouldn't be trying to continue the conversation. That is until she asked about the paper in his Hand, rolled up.
He thought for a moment if he should tell her, maybe he could convince her to read over all of it and tell him what was needed of him.
Though he was the king, and he needed to the work himself.
He couldn't allow someone to do it for him because he had gotten unmotivated.
"Just some documents on the people's requests." He spoke, holding onto the paper. He looked around for a table to sit at, and spotted one not far off from where she was sitting.
He moved over to the table, and set down the paper. He sat down in the chair and unrolled the paper so he could look at it once more.
"Your welcome to stay as long as you would like.'

She wanted to continue the conversation. Not to express her ever growing frustration at him, but somehow her heart still has room for hope, for him. Truly though, it is small, smaller than everything else that lies in her heart. But what would he know? What would she know about it? She is trying to ignore the feelings that lay dormant in there for it is impossible to be dormant herself.

Emese sighed. Her eyes still focused on the paper. The wish to be involved, to be another to make decisions rose up within her. She knew she couldn't say such things to him. Would he willingly listen to her?

"Oh, I see…." She added. Softly biting the inside of her bottom lip, her eyes continued to stare at it as if it were some sort of wonder. Silly really. "Well aren't you so kind, I believe that I will." And she opened her book, despite her focus being elsewhere.

Watching as Haruta sat down at a table within an earshot, she sighed. Her eyes still on the paper, her heart wanting to be somebody other than a wife being ignored by her husband. Emese suddenly stated, "And if you need help with solutions to their requests, I am right here."

He was reading it to himself, though not loud enough for her to be able to over hear anything but him muttering to himself for ideas on how to solve issues.
He looked up when he noticed she was still continuing to speak, did she really want to talk to him that much? Was she not satisfied with being allowed to stay and read in the library?
Did she perhaps, not know that library's aren't ment for chatter?
She couldn't be that daft.
If she was, he severely overestimated her.
He looked up and over at her.
"Why would you want to help with something like this?" He raised a brow at her, noticing her stare.
"Wouldn't you rather I leave you alone to read whatever it is your reading?" He was hoping she would say yes, he wasn't wanting to continue the conversation and she was messing up his concentration.

Eventually Emese did go back to actually reading. She can read with noise and commotion going on, yet his murmuring kept breaking her focus. She wants to do something. She needs to take action while living in this palace and being the queen. She will never be a normal queen who does nothing. Never. She cannot be satisfied unless she does something about it.

His question made her shut her book swiftly and slam it onto the end table next to her. She did everything within her ability to keep calm, but how can she be calm in a situation like this? How?

"Because that is something a queen such as myself is supposed to do. Help with decision-making and even doing some of the decision-making ourselves. And we are supposed to be good, loving, dutiful wives by helping and supporting our husbands, the kings." She huffed at herself while clenching her skirts.

He should know that he married a crazy, restless, and determined woman from the Seo family; hell, even her father who works for the court is the same way, within reason of course. And yes, she knows how a library works. She's been practically living in this one for weeks!

Her jaw grew tensed. Alone? Leave her alone? "No. You have left me alone ever since our wedding ceremony ended! And I would like be of some use instead of being on a pedestal like I am supposed to be! Wouldn't you like your wife to be here, to help and support you? Cause I am sure you wouldn't want me infuriated and yelling at you in this library because of your faults."

He just stared at with a curious stare when she slammed the back down on the end table next to her. She should be more respectful towards the books
He thought to himself as he listened to her speak.
He frowned immensely when he realized what she was speaking towards him, he let out an agitated sigh as he moved to say something and was cut off by the answer to his second question. He set the papers down on the table pushing his chair out as he stood up, staring her down.
"MY faults?! I didn't even want a wife! I figured you would rather be free and have all the time yourself, your in this castle with some of the best food in the kingdom and the best garden in the kingdom. You could do anything you wanted too. Apparently that was being too generous!" He had his fist planted on the table.
He grabbed the stupid paper on the table and walked over, "I should have picked someone else, your clearly some witch!" He huffed at her, moving to strut past her attempting to leave the library.

Is she being foolish? Is she asking for too much? A weight pressed against her chest as she took deep breaths. Her heart, if she even has one at this point, shivered. Tears welled up, but she kept blinking them away. She will not cry in front of him. She will not cry today at this very hour. Emese already had cried over this last night and the one before that and the one before and so on all because of this.

Though the task proved to be difficult, she listened to him, to every single word he sputtered to her. And in that moment, her legs became wobbly. In her mind she heard shattering underneath her feet from what she knew as her heart.

At first she didn't know what to say. With whatever pride she had at that moment, she kept her chin up even as he tried to walk away. But she could not let him walk away. No, never again.

Emese got up, and grabbed him by the wrist. "Please," She seethed. "When you came to my father and my brothers asking for my hand in marriage, I never knew I could be so happy about being a wife. I thought you would love me and I would love you. I thought you would invite me to royal meetings, having tea with advisors and officials, and all those things. I envy my sister-in-laws because my brothers take care of them and let them be apart of their lives. Aina, Gwi's wife, just had a baby boy three weeks ago, and do you know how much I envy her, of them?"

Looking away, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Internally, she cursed herself for being upset. She didn't want to be, but she is. "I am not a witch. You made the right decision to marry me, but you do not give me opportunities to prove it. I am the daughter of Master Seo, a military genius who has saved you and this kingdom time and time again. I am a genius in my own right, and I can be so much more if you would just listen to me, if you would just let me Haruta!"

"I can give you greatness for that is what I am, greatness to you and your crown and your bloodline. You are not being generous….You hurt me, you've abandoned me. I thought marrying you would mean I'd be by your side," She sighed, forcing tears back. Emese kept her grip on his wrist as she stared at him. Deep down, she prayed for him to not go. She really did.

He was about to snap at her when she grabbed him, only to stop when he heard the word please. He looked onto to her, noticing how she was practically crying for him to stay.
what the heck is wrong with this women…?
He thought softly, before just staying there, and turning towards her. He listened to what she had to say before speaking himself. Might as well.
He sighed, reaching to pull her hand off of his arm, and pulling away from her.
"You can bring the kingdom greatness you say, you want a chance to prove yourself." He spoke, before looking down at the papers. He took a deep breath, "here, this has the list of peoples requests to the kingdom. I want you to go through it all, and write down on another paper, I want the answer, and then I want a deep detailed explanation. Understood?" He spoke firmly once again, holding out the paper to her.

Emese took the papers gently, then gazed down at them. She briefly skimmed through the words. She's being treated like a scholar. What's more disappointing is that she would rather be treated like a scholar rather than a nonexistent person or a crazy woman. Oh well, by the heavens, this will be a start for her. Hopefully it will get her somewhere better than her current state.

After taking a deep breath, she nodded. She can handle it. By the heavens, she knows she could. "Hold on a moment, please," She said, carefully adding the word "please". Rushing over to the door, she called over her lady-in-waiting. "Mina, could you get me a quill and ink?" She asked.

Her lady-in-waiting nodded then ran off down the hallway. Emese kept looking over her shoulder at Haruta until she felt a rush of wind a few minutes later. The servant was panting but gladly handed her the quill and little box of ink. "Thank you, Mina," She grinned before walking in and closing the doors.

Emese walked over to the table Haruta was at and sat down. "Will you join me? Or shall I just have a servant send these to you? No…if you leave, I will deliver these to you myself." And with that, she turned her attention to the papers.

He stood there impatiently as he tapped his foot, waiting for the lady In waiting to get back with the quil and ink.
She nodded to the lady in waiting,
"thank you for getting this for her miss." He spoke slightly softer to the maid, his eyes softer then earlier, before he hardened up and looked on as em started go work.
He was a bit confused at why she was wearing a grin on her face, but she watched anyway.
He was planning to leave before she started talking again.
"I might as well join you." He grumbled out. Grabbing a book off the shelf and moving to sit down in a chair, spreading his legs out under the table.

Emese sat nicely with her feet drawn towards her. She did skim over each and every single on before reading each individual request. After reading one, she would go on to write a full detailed answer followed with an explanation. One after the other, it is the best way to do it.

She wrote with the consideration of what Haruta, officials, and scholars would want or could say. Of course the people who have sent these requests all want something, but there has to be a middle ground needing to be met for all parties.

The whole time she did not look up from the paper. Only time she did was when she had to dip the quill into the ink, but that was only for a few seconds. Even as Haruta was there, it still felt as if he was not there and she was still alone. She hated the feeling, but she was forced to get used to it.

Eventually, she finished. She was not aware hoe much time could have passed by. Emese placed the quill in the ink then gazed down at all the cursive that laid on every single inch of the papers. She took a deep breath while pushing the papers to Haruta. "Here," She said, relaxing back into the chair.

He looked up from his book from time to time to watch how she worked, seeing her hard at work and actually writing down answers. Long ones too.
does she really have the same Intellect as her father?
He lifted a brow, before realizing he was staring and went back to reading his book.
He need to focus on reading the book, it was a novel, a realistic fiction novel.
He was quite enjoying reading it if he would be honest about it.
He was too invested into his book to here her say that she had finished, she may have to get his attention somehow.

He looked up from his book from time to time to watch how she worked, seeing her hard at work and actually writing down answers. Long ones too.
does she really have the same Intellect as her father?
He lifted a brow, before realizing he was staring and went back to reading his book.
He need to focus on reading the book, it was a novel, a realistic fiction novel.
He was quite enjoying reading it if he would be honest about it.
He was too invested into his book to here her say that she had finished, she may have to get his attention somehow.

It took her a minute or two to realize he was highly invested in his book. Of course, a book is more interesting than her work. She obviously knew. Emese had to fight off the urge of rolling her eyes out of politeness. Then again, does she have to be that polite to him?

She went through a few methods to get his attention. "Haruta…..Haruta…..My dear…My love…Sweetie?…..Sweetheart?…..Your Majesty?…..Yah, idiot!" She whispered. Slumping back into the chair, her lips pressed with frustration. Yes, she even tried pushing the papers even closer to him. Yet he sat as still as a statue, reading that darn book.

Emese decided to do something that he would never nor would she want to, but it must be done. She walked around and stood behind him. Wrapping her arms below his neck, she rested her chin on his shoulder. Emese lightly poked his cheek. "I believe you have rather important reading for you behind that book you have, my dear," She whispered.

He finally looked up from his book when he felt a weight on his shoulders, then he heard her whisper and jumped a bit. He wasn't expecting her to whipser to him out of nowhere.
He grabbed her hand that poked him, huffing.
"Don't do that.' He grumbles, before realizing she was hugging onto him and laying her chin on his shoulder. He quickly moved to get out from her arms, untangling himself from them quickly. He stood up, clearing his throat.
"So your done then?'He spoke, noticing the papers slid towards him. He moved to grab them and pick them up, looking over them as he stood there.
she didn't do bad..hm, I wonder how she would deal with other tasks.
He was indeed going to treat her like a scholar so he himself had some free time.
He looked back up at her,
"I suppose this will suffice."

Part of her was not necessarily worried of what he would think. She knows how intelligent she is. She knows her worth, and Haruta is stupid to not know either of them. He doesn't even know how he should be deeply valuing his own wife, how he should be grateful she is not chewing him out.

But so be it. Emese already hates the way she is being treated. She hates how she has no other option to as well. Crying and complaining to her father and brothers will not do, besides it makes her look like a fool. And that is a pet peeve of hers.

She moved steps back the moment he did. Biting on the corners of her lips, she fought the urge to laugh. Not saying a word, she nodded in response to his question. No, I am not. I will never be done with you, and you will pay for it. You will pay for my work too.

"You suppose?" She inquired. Emese sighed, holding her arms out to him. "Come on now. I do not do the work I am meant without something. Besides if it suffices, shouldn't I be getting something from my lovely, kind husband too?"

He looked at her, a bit confused on what she was asking for. He moves over to her, and just patted her head.
"Good job." He says, almost like he would to do a dog that he was petting. He honestly had no clue what she was wanting in that moment, so hopefully this would work.
He moved away from her to read the papers, looking over her answers again and studying them in the way that he could remember them and propose the ideas to the royal court.
He was sure they would be fine with this.
Though he wouldn't tell them he had his wife do them.
It would make him look foolish.

Perhaps she had set her expectations way too high. Yeah, that's probably it. Emese frowned as she felt him pat her head. Ah yes, I married you which made you king and I did work, but all you can do is treat me like a dog? A dog? She should be ashamed of herself for ever speaking to him today.

She had to force her hands to unravel from the fists they have turned into. There was no use of proving a copious amount of points she has via her fists. Communication is a valuable tool, her father always told her, communication.

Letting her skirts drag against the floor, she rushed over in front of him. Oh how she really just wants to step on his foot right now. No no no, she mustn't resort to that yet. "You know, Haruta, that married couples do something called giving each other affection, which I know is something you have no idea what that is," She said. "And there is one particular act of affection that I want in return for support you and doing your work."

Once again, she had her arms out. "It's called hugging, and you are not leaving or stealing my work without hugging me this very moment," She stated. "And if you don't know how, I can walk you through it. Just come close to me. Now."

He didn't like the idea of him not knowing something, especially someone telling him that he didn't know something as simple as this.
"I know what a hug is!" He huffed at her frustratedly. He crossed his arms, looking away.
"What if I just don't want to hug you? Have you thought of that?"
He held his chin up high as he looked away and crossed his arms. He was being mostly just stubborn and difficult, he hadn't hugged someone since his mom was alive. That was when he was a little kid.
So maybe he didn't realize she wanted a hug, and maybe he wasn't good with physical affection but he was the king! He didn't have to bossed around by his wife.

Well, at least he knows what a hug is. Bringing her index finger to rest on her bottom lip, she pondered for a second then rushed over in front of him again. "At least talk to me about it then, that way I will know. It would be better if we spent time together and talked," She responded. "How about a kiss on the cheek then and a 'Oh Emese, I love you so.' Or maybe we can hold hands and walk through the gardens? I know you like the flowers as much as I do."

Why is she putting up a fight with this? Haruta is complex, stubborn, and all to himself. In all honesty, she is confused on whether or not to give up. She cannot fix him, that's his own problem. And yet, she wants a husband. A good, loyal, loving husband. She does want to be involved in royal procedure and do some of her own too, but she knows that she can only do so much to fix everything. He needs to do his own part.

Her shoulders dropped. The light in her eyes dimmed a little. Moving to where his face was, she got on her toes to fix his hair. "I will not do work for nothing. Any intelligent person knows their worth, and so do I, Haruta," She said. "And being your wife feels like neverending unfair work, and it shouldn't have to be."

She wanted to traced the side of his face with her finger, but she knew it was silly. He wouldn't like it anyways. Relaxing on her feet, she rolled her shoulders back. "At least stop being so stiff, it does no good for your health. You are an idiot, but you are my idiot, and I want everybody associated with me to be smart enough to treat themselves fairly."

He stared her down the entire time she talked or messed with his hair or making startled expressions at the fact that she wanted him to kiss her.
That concept might as well be lost to him.
The fact he was supposed to utter I love you to her according to her was so baffling to his Mind.
Why would he say things like that he didn't even mean?
It would be ingenuine and torture for them both to fake a romantic relationship. Well, probably more torture for just him, and she would probably enjoy now that he thinks about it more.
"I am NOT an IDIOT!" He yelled at her, glaring at her."if you even want to think about affectionate gesture you will not speak to the king or your husband in such a manor!" He continued his yelling, clearly frustrated that he had been labeled an idiot.
"Why would I ever want to be yours? Who would want you? You label your spouses as insults!" He scoffed at her, crossing hiss arms.