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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She wasn't sure what to say, feel, or think in that moment. On the other hand, in her mind, she heard glass break. She could have sworn it. The instant he started to yell, she took a step back. Her shoulders jumping up to her ears. Her hands squeezing each other to the point they turned white. Her eyes began to water, and yet, she stared straight forward at him.

Right, there's no point in trying or making jokes or giving him any kindness or affection or anything. Her sigh was long, her breathing became heavy. "Right, I am the idiot. I just wanted to make a joke and be good to you, but there's no point. It's all pointless," She said.

Emese clutched her skirts as she did her best to fight back the tears. Tears make her weak, and she cannot be weak now. "I don't know. You are the one who asked my father for my hand in marriage. Something went through your head when you saw me and thought, 'Ah yes…She will make a good bride.' or maybe 'Ah yes, my key to becoming king.' It's probably that second one, isn't it? The key to becoming king? And then you only need me for heirs too, right?"

Lowering her hand, she looked at the jade wedding bands on her finger. "Well you got one thing now, and I am not bearing you children until you decide to be my husband. A real husband. And I cannot do anything about it, until you do," She said. Taking off the top wedding band, she dropped it on the floor in front of him. "Give that to me when you want to be a husband. I give up, I can't use my heavy heart for these incessant battles with you."

Tears started to roll down her face. At this point, she didn't even care. She looked at him one more time and then at the jade ring on the floor. She stormed out the library, dragging her heart along too.

(Okie dokie, sounds good!)

Emese stormed all the way from the library to her chambers. And boy, did she not stop at all. Her poor lady-in-waiting was surprised to see her rush out and had to run after her until finally catching up. Tears kept rolling down her face, falling onto her dress. She didn't even use her sleeve to remove them. No no, she kept going until she opened the doors to her chambers herself then slammed the doors on her servants.

Thankfully they took the message. No one bothered her the moment she slammed the doors. She took off her slippers and removed the binyeo hair pin. Her hair fell out behind her. A whoosh of air sent shivers down her neck. She has no intentions of leaving her chambers for the rest of the day; she embarrassed herself to the point where her confidence has hit rock bottom.

The moment she laid back on the bed, she heard a dog panting before a giant ball of black, gray, and white floof jumped onto the bed. Isamu, the malamute that her father gave to protect her and offer company. She never knew such a gigantic dog could be excellent at protecting her as much as it would be at being a palace dog.

But nevertheless, Isamu rested next to her. She kept crying and sniffling as she brought her hand up to scratch the dog's head. Within fifteen minutes of crying and petting the dog, Emese fell asleep.

The next morning he found himself scolded over what he did to the queen. He had gone to talk about how someone messed up his breakfast and found himself being lectured and scorn.
He tried to defend himself but he couldn't get one word in edge wise and was simply told to go apologize to her now for being "insensitive"
He huffed, he wasn't the one being insensitive. How was he to know she was joking? She made no clear notice of it, and he didn't think being called an idiot was funny.
He was smart.
It was her fault.
Though…as he twisted the jade wedding band on his ring he couldn't help but think of her tear filled eyes as she fled from the scene.
She probably cried a while…he let out a soft groan, putting a hand to his face. Why are women so emotional and sensitive?
(When in reality he's the sensitive one)
He walked to her room and knocked on the door.

Though she had changed into a dark red high-waist gown, Emese kept her hair down. Her head was pounding after all that crying and worrying. She did wake up last night, but eventually cried a bit more after having supper. At least she was able to compose herself by the time the sun rose to start the day.

She feels weak and stupid. After all this time of dreaming of carrying out plans, policies, making life better for subjects, and becoming a force to be reckoned with, she is only a lonely queen who can only cry about her problems. She didn't even bother going on a walk or to the library; she probably will avoid the library for a while now or any place she can run into him.

At least she has Isamu. The funny not-so little dog kept walking around her chambers, sniffing things and occasionally licking her hand that rested on her lap. At one point, the fluff ball stopped and stared at the door, frozen. Emese was not present, thanks to her heavy heart. She only noticed the dog acting weird when she realized he barely made a peep.

Then there was knocking at the door. Isamu began to bark, but Emese sprung up and got the dog to quiet down. She dragged herself to the door then slightly opened it. A sigh fell through her lips. She didn't even have to look up to know who it is. No words came out of her mouth. Her focus was on her eyes tearing up again. If she spoke, she knew that they would run freely and it would be disaster, just like yesterday.

He looked at her as she opened the door just a slight, and then a little bit more open. He moved to grab the edge of the door incase she was tempted to shut it in his face.
Which he wouldn't be surprised if that's what she wanted to do right now more then anything.
"I'm not here to have a fight with you. It's clear you need rest." He spoke, muttering the last bit. He cleared his throat as he moved to speak to her once more.
"I'm here…to a..apologise.." He looked away as he spoke his sentence out. He wasn't genuinely doing it.
Maybe like three percent genuine, or five. Definity not double digits.
"There are some things I do not agree with, and will not be apologizing for. However I will apologize for most of what happened, i..suppose I should have taken your feelings into account." He spoke a little forcefully.

Yes, she was tempted to close the door. More than tempted actually. She should have done so the moment she realized it was him on the other side. But why didn't she? Who knows? Clearly she doesn't.

Emese kept her chin titled down. He is the last person she wants to see at this moment, but she doesn't want to hurt his fingers by slamming the door shut. As he moved closer, she took a step back. Her body became rigid.

Apologize? Why? No, this is some sort of joke clearly. She bit down on her bottom lip. No, there is no point in saying anything that will only lead to more yelling from him and a deeper sense of loneliness in her.

"Right….." She sighed. "If an apology means wasting your breath and my time, then you have successfully done it. Sincerity and feeling would make it better, but I suppose I was in the wrong for wanting those things, or anything with you in that matter. Oh well….Thank you."

And with that, she turned away. Dragging her feet, she went and sat on her bed. Her shoulders went back to slumping as she looked down at the floor. Isamu was happily spinning in circles before running to jump onto the bed beside her. She didn't bother to pet the dog.

He was tempted to get frustrated again, but he knew that wouldn't help the situation at all. He sighed, running a hand through his hair in thought.
How could he make this better?
Why should he genuinely apologize? He wasn't entirely in the wrong, he deserved an apology too.
Hm, maybe he could joke like she did.
He leaned against the wall of the door frame, looking at her.
"How about you apologize and then I will give my best attempt at being genuine in apologizing." He was half joking, he did want an apology but he also figured just blatantly asking for one was a bad idea.
Even he could see that.
He looked at the dog, he watched it run around all cute and the Like.
"What's his name?"

She lightly pulled at her skirts. Her brow quirked at his words. What is he trying to do? If this was his attempt at a joke or an apology, he needs to work on both skills. The apology one is probably more important, yet she knows better than to focus on such at this moment.

Emese decided to look up at him. She did her best to blink away the tears. "If you are trying to make me feel better through jokes while getting an apology from me, it's not going work," She muttered. "Did I hurt your feelings? Were you crying alone all night?"

It's true. Her mood isn't going to bounce back to what it was yesterday all because of some amusement or an apology. And she can somewhat confidentially assume that he didn't have his feelings crushed or was crying alone.

Her eyes flickered to the dog. Right, he has been so distant that he doesn't know the dog. "Isamu," She replied. The dog's ears perked up at his name. He lifted his head up, looking up at her. Emese gave a simple smile as she scratched the top of his head. "He was a personal wedding gift. My father told me that his breed are great at looking after people and children. He's very loyal and….fluffy."

He grumbled something under his breath about how he felt hurt or something of the Like. He looked at the fluffy dog and his gaze melted a little bit.
He had always wanted a pet as a child, but his father had told him to focus on his studies and that pets were too much work. When he finally convinced his father that he could take care of one the dog died not soon after.
He wasn't even allowed to mourn it.
He quickly cleared his throat and looked away towards her, then back at the dog.
"Can I pet him?" He spoke, wanting to feel the fluffy furr.
Though she had every right to turn him down.
He had his arms crossed like usual.

Emese continued to scratch the top of Isamu's head. The dog panted in content while wagging his tail. She glimpsed down at him for a moment before deciding to return her gaze at Haruta.

She could have sworn she heard him say something, but she didn't pick up on it and she is not in the mood to really ask. It didn't matter anyways. Something about the look in his eyes made her curious. It looks different, it looks softer than normal.

A long time ago, she remembered her father saying something about Haruta, just a prince at the time, asking the king for a dog before a meeting. She remembered feeling bad for Haruta since she had a few pets at the time.

"Sure," She replied. Motioning for him to come over, she moved down a bit. Isamu did the same thing, sitting right down beside her. She probably could have refused, she probably should have, but Isamu needs to know Haruta at some point. Better late than never.

"You should probably offer your hand so he knows your smell first," Emese said. "I don't want him to mistaken you for an intruder or something."

He nodded, moving to crouch down as he set his eyes on the doggo. He held out his hand gently, waiting for the pup to come over and sniff his hand.
He definitely seemed almost like a different person as he looked at isamu.
Em wished she could get haruta to stare at her in this way (lol)
"It was a very nice gift of them, tho i can't imagine they spared any expense for there family."
He hadn't really looked into the family much so he didn't know what the dynamic was like, but he figured it wasn't much like his.
Which already said something on its own.

She watched as the dog hopped off the bed. At first Isamu did not go to Haruta, rather the dog went back to going in circles to chase his tail. When giving up, he slowly approached Haruta. Emese curiously kept her eye on the dog as it sniffed Haruta's hand. He poked at it with his nose then began to lick it.

Some relief came to her. She knows Isamu is a good dog, but sometimes dogs can be a bit rough around the edges when it comes to new people. Her attention floated from the dog to her husband. A sense of curiosity came about from seeing the gleam in his eyes. "No not really," She said. "My father was just worried that something would happen to me when no one's here. Somehow he thought getting Isamu would solve that."

When she asked her father and brothers about him and his life, they said to nothing. And when she said that she would ask him, they advised her stay away from such topics. She always wondered. It probably has to do with the way he always carries himself or the fact that their relationship is barely nonexistent or how he has no clue what affection is.

Emese wasn't sure if she should be feeling empathy or some sort of pity for him; better yet, whether it is worth feeling something for him. "Poor thing," She whispered to herself. She wasn't sure. She didn't want to really want him in her presence, but she also hates the loneliness. She hates a lot of things right now.

He let isamu lick his hand, moving to sit with the dog. He moved to pet isamu with his other hand as his first hand was getting licked.
He also knew all the sweet spots to scratch on a dog, because had one before. Well, not for long, but he was bonded pretty closely for the short amount of time they had together.
"Hm, well I can't imagine it would be that bad to have this protect you. Like you said, he is loyal. Loyalty is a good quality.'
The edge of his lips tilted upwards a little bit, in a little half smile at the dog infront of him. He was totally focused on the dog and his thoughts that he didn't hear when she muttered poor thing.

Isamu's tail wagged with glee from all the pets he was receiving. Having the attention of two people must have gotten him really excited. The dog laid down on his side against the floor. His panting was light as his tail kept wagging on.

Emese lightly smiled at the sight of the dog. And yet as Haruta began to speak, she adjusted her focus onto him and the grin dimmed a little. For a minute or so, she thought about his words then nodded. "No I suppose it wouldn't, but he said I shouldn't worry given that I have more just the dog to protect me," She sighed.

Loyalty is taxing. It's consistency. It's constantly trying to start a conversation expecting it to go somewhere and end up fighting. She took another deep breath, nodding again at his words. "It is a critical quality in every situation."

Is he smiling? Like actually smiling? Emese's pupils widened. She had no idea he was capable of such a thing amongst others too. Interesting. She blinked then shook her head. The sinking feeling in her chest was still there.

He continued to pet him, and even as he lay down he decided to give him all the belly rubs that this amazing dog deserved. He was very much enjoying the time petting the dog.
He would never admit how much he was enjoying it though.
You could only tell from the small smile on his face.
"Right because you have the guards to protect you now." He nodded not looking up away from isamu.
He continued to pet, "it is indeed." He spoke, seemingly more focused on the dog.
He sighed softly though, feeling as if this moment wouldn't last.

Tilting her head slightly to the right, she kept on watching from the bedside. He is completely focused on Isamu. At least Haruta is somewhat, and somehow, happy. Technically Isamu is also his because they're married. She bit the inside of her bottom lip. It's not out of jealousy or anger or anything like that, but out of ponder and curiosity.

"Yes," She agreed. "But I believe I have more than the guards and Isamu to protect me. One more on top of guards, Isamu, a father, and a long line of brothers. But I think I can protect them too."

The dog kept happily squirming around as it was receiving pets. Emese took a little blue scarf from the end table and used it to put her hair up like a ponytail. She noticed that there was a jade green one underneath it. Taking it into her hands, she stood up and made her way over behind Haruta.

"I'm going to put your hair up so it doesn't get in the way while you play with Isamu," She said, already tucking the scarf underneath his hair. She made the scarf into a headband, keeping his bangs out from his vision. Emese tried to tuck the ends in by making a neat bow. "There we go. Perfect. I can take it out when you want. Sometimes Isamu likes having one on too."