Roan: Meaningless? No.

Roan, aka the prettiest and most powerful man in the nation. Anyone would be honored to be in your position, but you couldn't help but feel differently. You two had been hooking up for many months now, Roan had been the one to start it. He had approached you one night when you two were drunk, confessing his desire to have you. Like usual, your drunk self went along with it, you two slipped away from the party and ran up to his room. After that night, Roan had come to you again a week later expressing his need to sleep with you again. You proposed the idea of a down low booty call and he ran with it.

It had been months. Months of endless, mindless, emotionless, sex. You two had sworn to never catch feelings for each other, you found that easy to stick to but you never thought you'd feel used. You thought you had as much need and control as him, but it quickly proved otherwise. He just turn up some nights and expected sex. You felt like a toy, and outlet. After an especially boring sex night with him, you decided to break it off.

You sat up from the bed and grabbed your clothes, roughly pulling them on. You could feel Roan watching you, but you remained quiet. You tugged your shirt on and turned to him with a stern look on your face.

"This-" You motion to the both of you "Is over, I'm not feeling it anymore. We're done." You say harshly, heading for the door.

"What? What, did I do something? Hey Y/n!" Roan tries to stop you, getting up from bed and meeting you at the door. When your hand reaches for the door knob he grabs your wrist.

"Y/n, what the hell? You cant just leave like that." He says, looking down at you. You force yourself to look at him, scowling.

"Put some god damn pants on, Roan." You say harshly, opening the door and leaving. You leave him naked and confused but you don't care, you were sick of being used by him. Since then, you avoided him at all costs, there was no logical reason he should need to speak with you now that you were essentially useless. You felt as though he tried to get to you, he would find reasons to be near you but you convinced yourself it was all in your head. That was until he started directly talking to you.

"Hey Y/n!" He called, waving to get your attention and walking up to you.

"Im busy, Roan." You said sternly, focusing your gaze on your hands.

"Y/n, I want to talk."

"Maybe later."

"There is never a later!" He hissed, but you turned your back to him.

"Hey Luna! Can I talk to you?" You shouted, giving yourself an excuse to walk away from Roan. Confrontations continued to happen like that for a good two weeks, only he got more persistent with each one. One day when you were working in the meat hall, he came stalking in. His eyes locked on you gutting an animal, walking up to you.

"Y/n!"

"Im busy, Roan."

"Bullshit!" He snaps, grabbing the knife from your hands. You looked up at him angrily, pissed off that he interrupted your work."Listen, I don't know-" He tried to talk but you interrupted him.

"Im trying to work!"

"Don't interrupt me! I am your King, and you will listen to me!" He barks, making everyone in the room jump. You take a step closer, getting in his face.

"Not yet you're not. You're a prince, not a King." You seethe, he didn't scare you. He stares at you for a minute, anger in his eyes.

"I don't know what I did to make you this angry with me, but this has got to end." He says quietly, attempting to keep it from the others. You stare at him with your arms crossed. His shoulders relax and he sighs.

"I miss you..." He whispers, looking away for a brief moment then looking back at you. You scoff at his words and look away, picking the knife back up.

"You," You point the knife at him then turn back to the animal on the table. "You miss having a fuck buddy. It was never about me, I was a warm body to keep you company at night. I was nothing." You hiss, taking your anger out on the dead animal. His hand gently lays on yours, stopping your violent cutting. His other hand touches your shoulder, nudging you to turn toward him. His tender eyes find yours.

"Y/n...You were more than a warm body. You made me feel...things. Things that no one else does. Please, I'm sorry I made you feel that way. Please let me fix this, fix us." His gentle voice pleading you to believe him. The air softens around you, you feel your anger fading away. You nod, leaning into him. His arms wrap around you in a tight hug, his face in your hair.

"Thank you, Y/n. I will make you feel special. If..." He pulls away, looking at you again.

"If you will be mine?"