(I have Oh Ana stuck in my head and I'm like on the verge, you know? I love all of you and I promise I won't die before this story reaches 200 one-shots

I wrote this with a friend so here have these bits:

"Listen here you little shit, Victoria I will fucking 1v1 you in Norta. 

Sincerely,

Yours truly,

Your Highness, Tiberias Calore"

""Do you want to fuck?" Maven says, his shirt half undone.

"What?"

"I said... get out of my room." He buttons his shirt back up."" MY FRIEND MADE THAT SCENE UP AND I'M CRYING SO I ADDED IT HERE GHBERLHGBEKWHR)

You have been left alone

You remember laying quietly on your bed, waiting for the results of the Queenstrial to come faster than they ended up taking. You would reach out to the ceiling, grasping whatever hope you could muster up. You didn't want to end up one of the failures, sent home with nobody. And yet, you didn't want to get married to somebody you didn't love. But this was your decision. 

A waste of silver.

Truly, a waste of silver.

So you spent the night sucking up all of your negativity. This is what you were raised for. This is what you want, right? You can't deny that it felt so good to win.

A creature of innocence

You got picked. Not for Cal - you weren't that lucky. But for Maven. You stood by his side, not a single feeling in your heart except a sudden sense extreme achievement. This is it. This is your future. With his tired eyes, you'd shine like a blossoming sparrow under a streetlight. Your looks were as sharp as a blade, cutting anybody who stared for too long. 

Anybody except Maven. 

He stares at you for what seems like an eternity. You look like the symbolization of death, only drawing him more. Just because of that, he feels oddly connected to you. He thinks about the future of you, what Elara could do to bring you two together rather than bring you apart.

You lie for what you're worth

"Walk with me, (Y/N)." Maven suggests, straying away from the crowd of lost Silver girls. You nod, elegantly swaying your body next to him as you two make it down the hallway. You look at the castle around you. The windows, freshly clean, the lanterns flickering with Maven's movements. A burner, you remind yourself. Somehow the rulers. Somehow. 

"Do you like it here?"

His voice reminds you of his young age. You hum, looking up to him. He's younger than you but not by an extreme measure. He's practically a child, though. And that doesn't make you feel any closer to an attraction towards him.

"Of course, for the pointed time staying here, you can say I do." 

You smile at him, a forced, thin smile. He nods, the curls of his hair bouncing with passion. You stare at them for a little too long before catching his eye. 

"You look a lot like your mother." You say, staring into his blue eyes. "What does it feel like?" You add, brushing down your clothes. A part of you relaxes knowing it's just you and Maven. 

"You look like your sister." Maven comments, looking at you with a smile. The dimples of his cheeks are pointed out by this movement. You almost roll your eyes. Truly, he is young. And his humor is murdering you. You are a twin, your sister named Atara. She was supposed to be a participant of the Queenstrial, but you took her place instead. She is older, but that's the only advantage she has. You are stronger, and you are more willing to get married to somebody you don't belong to. And that's what you're doing. 

After talking to him for almost an hour, you feel like you know him. He's not always as young as he acts, he can match your maturity if he truly wanted to. And you admire that. It's like a little mask he puts on. You only saw a bit of the real him, and that was the only part you liked.

And when your devil complains

"(Y/N)." 

Elara calls you, her voice confining you more than the walls of the palace can. You look at her, standing tall in her presence. Maven steps nearly behind you, almost like you were shielding him from his own mother. Elara walks up to you, looking you in the eyes. No vice thoughts. No vulnerability. She smiles. A challenge.

"Did you enjoy your choosing, Maven?"

The way she says his name almost brought goosebumps to your skin. You step behind her as she passes you, making her way to her son. You sigh through your nose, turning around and looking at him. Like a prey running from a crow, Maven slides past her like you did. 

You smile at Elara, showing your daggers of teeth. You won't tremble under her. You won't bow down to her like the rest of the world.

"You bet he did."

You stand your ground, leaning forward in an innocent matter. Elara only blinks, knocking your words off of her as she looks at her son. 

And tears you up to start again

As you try to sleep, you can only stare up at the ceiling once again. You want to knock on Maven's door, share with him your feelings and nightly intolerance to the world around you. Your insomnia. But you can't, only lay there for hours as hope that one day a completion of drowsiness will take over and drop you into an infinite night of sleep.

Your room is different now. It is laced with animals all sleeping soundly without you. It has fabric of green and black hanging from the walls, cloth you put there mere minutes ago. You should redecorate, you think to yourself. But as you sit up, you can feel the pressure of being princess weighing down on you, tugging at your hair until you lay back down again. You can't believe it ended like this, with you by Maven's side. Permanently. You don't hate him, but you don't love him. You wish for somebody better. You wish for somebody you could recognize in a crowd.

And when you're lying on the stage

Watching your cousin fill the spotlight as the queen is a bit disheartening, with all honesty. You wish to be in her place, ruling the country. But with all fairness, if you were to fight for the crown, you wouldn't be the one winning. So you have to stay put in your place, listening to Maven act all nice and elegant to the crowd as you smile, making the face of a wife who loves her husband. How despicable. 

"Well, you are having fun, aren't you?" You whisper to Maven, your face near his ear so he can hear your voice over the loud chattering and background noise. He cackles, his eyes sparkling. Only for a second. As quickly as you pull away, you can see utter distaste and hatred in his eyes. It almost takes you by surprise. You don't show any physical reaction, though, and Maven thought you didn't see it.

"No."

His lips curl into a deadly smile. You turn away, not knowing how to respond. Something about the way he looked made your heart beat a little faster. The image of his face, twisted into an evil grin, makes your head spin. You grab his hand, your Silver fingers grabbing his. He squeezes your hand. You can't look at him, scared that that unnecessarily sexy grin doesn't return.

Forget, forget 

With the secret harmonic emotion

You stand in Maven's room, alone with him at the beginning of the night. He loves the sight of your smile, your beautiful eyes and how they glitter in a way only he can see. You lean against his bedpost, your arms crossed as you watch him take off his layers.

"I would have dragged you out to dance, reckon." You start, watching as his body twist to look at you. His eyes are bright, not filled with hatred like you once saw them. You gulp.

"Oh?" He humors, looking at himself in his mirror. You lick your lips, giving him a trustworthy smile.

"But I don't know how to dance. I would have embarrassed myself more than embarrassing you."

"You can never embarrass me." Was his first response, turning to your with an elegant smile as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He looks down at the floor before returning to your gaze with a playful smirk.

"You don't know how to dance?"

You blush, your face going silver. You still have a calm smile on your face as your gaze falls onto the floor.

Maven makes his way to you, half of his shirt still unbuttoned. He puts two of his fingers under your chin, tilting your gaze to his face. He smiles, scanning your face with his icy blue eyes. 

"I can teach you."

Immediately, you stand up, stepping away from him. 

"No, I don't want to learn how to dance from you." You say, looking him up and down. "No offense."

"None taken." His voice is deep, so sure of itself. You have to choke down your lust. 

"But what's so wrong with me?" He continues, etching his way closer to you. You stand your ground, your shoulders curled against each other as you try to shrink your body onto itself. You squint your eyes, your lips curling up.

"You have half of your shirt unbuttoned in front of somebody you met mere clocks ago."

"I have my shirt unbuttoned in front of my wife." 

You look up to him. His hands are spread in an "ah~" pose, wanting your acknowledgment. You roll your eyes, wanting to shut his pretty lips with your own. He lets his hand fall to his waist before turning around, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

"If you say so~" he coos as the clothing drapes from his shoulders. His silver shoulderblades pierce his skin with every movement. You want to dig your nails into them, grip onto his back. 

Stop that. 

You tell yourself, blushing as you turn away. 

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

There's noon that can take you home

You can feel your heartbeat in your fingertips as you walk up to him, making eye contact with him through the mirror. Your hands wrap around his warm waist, your hands holding him close to you. He holds your fingers with his as you rest your chin on his shoulder. His bare skin felt like fire, heating with passion and emotions. 

He lifts your hands, turning around in your grasp. You smile, following his lead as you start swaying back and forth. 

"Dancing~" he coos once more before swiftly pulling you close to him. You can't help but fall for his crystal eyes as he smiles down at you. He is beautiful like a snow owl yet wild like a wolf. You fight into him perfectly. 

One of his hands goes to your waist, intertwining your fingers with the other. Your hands hesitantly wrap around his neck, feeling the roots of his hair as you brush against them ever so slightly. He shivers against your body before picking the pace of the swaying, taking steps back. You widen your eyes for a minute, eying his feet as you try to match his movement. Your heart speeds up. Your serious mask falls, turning you into the 19-year-old that is scared of falling. Whether in love or physically, you end up doing both.

Maven catches you in his grasp, pulling you closer to him. He wants to tease you, but no words can come out before you pull him into a sudden kiss. 

You felt it in your soul - the desire for him. You never thought you could that ever feel a way towards somebody, but you're happy it's Maven. His midnight, terrifying looks match yours perfectly. You can be the most enticing couple in the world.

You pull him into the perfect kiss, pulling back only once before dragging him into another. He stops moving, taking the moment to enjoy the movement. He hadn't kissed anybody in the longest time, and he longed for the feeling of a lover's touch. And the way you existed, so elegantly and creepily, reminded him of himself. Reminding him of the person his mother wishes he was.

And when your devil complains

Maven pulls back, looking into your dangerous eyes as they flutter open. You slowly begin unraveling your hands from his hair, scared at his reaction. Does he not enjoy you? Was that weird?

"Maven..." his name falls from your lips.

He looks at you once more, listening to his mothers' whispers. She will only bring you down in the end. 

No...

He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he slams you into the nearest wall before kissing you passionately. He won't listen to his mothers' words anymore. She is wrong. Everything she said about you is wrong. You love him, and that's all that matters. 

That's all the matters.