Requested by...here's the thing, the wonderful person who requested this sent their request in another chapter (not in the 'REQUEST HERE' chapter) so I can't seem to trace who they are anymore 😭 this person did not specify any scenario, but I think I found the perfect one for this pair. Whoever you are, I hope you will enjoy this chapter 💖

ESFJ (male) x ISFP (female)

“Your Majesty, I hate to be the harbinger of accusations but the Queen has been acting peculiar for the past weeks.” 

Yes, he may be an advocate of the nobles, courtmen, and subjects speaking their minds, but he will not tolerate such blasphemy. 

King Vilko is ashamed to admit the fact that he does not fully know his Queen yet. They have only been married for four months and he has been busy meeting other nobles and courtmen regarding the kingdom.

Though, in his defense, Queen Hyacinth seems to be a puzzle or labyrinth on her own. It is hard to decode her for she keeps her emotions mostly to herself. It is proving to be difficult for the King to find time to be with his Queen so that she could grow comfortable around him. And when there are times that they do find themselves alone, she is always a woman of a few words. And their latest conversation days ago only consisted of a few words of exchange. Words that left him not only perplexed but intrigued.

“My Queen, are you feeling ill?” King Vilko asks as he walks to stand beside the quiet woman who has been looking at the night sky in their shared balcony for the past hour. 

Without shifting her gaze from the clear and starry sky, she answers in a soft yet firm voice, “No, I am not, my King.”

“Hmm,” he hums in assent and looks out toward the sky as well. “You seem worried.”

“Do I, my King?" She scoffs softly. "You must not fret over me.”

“I am not fretting over you,” he replies, “There is nothing wrong with worrying over different matters. Some people take their time even worrying about the future. I would not be surprised if you did as well.”

Queen Hyacinth instantly grimaces and it does not go unnoticed by the King. “I despise that,” she whispers. 

“Worrying about the future? And why is that?”

She turns to the side and narrows her eyes at him as she answers, "Because worrying about it means that I am not doing anything in the present."

He does not want to think that she is uncanny, but everyone else does. Besides being the King, he is her husband and he has made a vow to not be an adversary when it comes to her. Thus, he cannot believe that she's suddenly acting...peculiar. 

“The kitchen servants have reported that some supplies in the pantry have been going missing.”

“Missing, you say?” King Vilko furrows his brows at his servant and decides to face the other direction. “And how sure are you that they are missing?" He adds. "We use the supplies on a daily basis. I doubt that the people around us would act dishonestly.”

“The number of our supplies have been fixed in such a manner that we receive enough for seven days. Nowadays, the kitchen servants have reported that in just five days, there is a need for replenishment. This has never happened, Your Majesty." He then takes a careful step toward the King and leans close to continue in a hushed voice, "This may not be important to the subject at hand, Your Majesty, but there are hearsays regarding your Queen."

Without a doubt, this caught the full attention of the King.

"Hearsays?" King Vilko turns to fully face his servant, sheer confusion clear in his tone.

The servant starts to stutter, frightened that he has upset the King, "U-Uh, well, I-I have only overheard these hearsays-"

"Speak."

"Y-Your Majesty, I hate to be the harbinger of accusations from your nobles and courtment, but the Queen has been acting peculiar for the past weeks."

Blasphemy, he wanted to say. I will not tolerate such blasphemous utterances! He wanted to shout.

Instead he did not for he is a patient man. He must be. 

Not wanting to stay in the dark and act as a foolish man, he is not going to wait any longer. 

The sound of his rushing steps echoes throughout the empty hallways of the almost dark palace. People have gone to sleep already since it is nearing dawn. The King, on the other hand, could not fall asleep since he cannot eradicate the heavy feeling of his heart and the constant running thoughts in his head. 

He decided that he is going to visit the Queen in her room. This is very unlike him, but he has no choice. He has to talk to the Queen even if he may have to rouse her from sleep. 

Once he finally reaches the door, the one thing that separates him from his Queen, he raises a closed fist and knocks on it three times before inviting himself in.

The room is not as wide as his, but it still brings the same amount of comfort for someone who resides in it. The dying fire in the hearth by the end of the room still emits a sufficient amount of heat across the room. He passes by the Queen's desk and spots her notebooks with some even being left wide open which gives the temptation of him to go through her writings. But he knows that is wrong. 

He squeezes his eyes shut and turns away. He will not betray his Queen in any manner. Never in a million years. 

Slowly, he opens his eyes and his sight instantly lands on the wooden divider lined with paper that covers the left side of the bed where his Queen is currently resting. He takes a deep breath and carefully makes his way to the side of the divider. The fire still continues to thrive upon the hearth, but give it a few moments and it will eventually die out. His eyes have now adjusted themselves to the changing darkness of the room. He manages to see his Queen facing the other way as she lies down on the bed all bundled up with the covers. He can’t see her face but judging by the way her body would rise up and down, he knows that she’s sleeping peacefully.  

Oh, God. He’s starting to feel sick of himself. 

He sighs, faintly, “What am I doing here?” He could not take his gaze away from his Queen. The voices of the courtmen, nobles, and that servant ring in his head, and he could not believe that he, himself, would harbor such lingering doubt toward his Queen, his wife. 

King Vilko will not talk with her tonight. It was a foolish idea to even go to her room this time of the night. “I am sorry, my Queen,” he utters in a voice above a whisper. He then decides to at least bid her goodbye for the night with a kiss on her head. He starts to walk to the other side of the bed as he continues, “Even if I claim out loud that I never doubt you, my heart still feels heavy because of it. This is a grave sin against you.” The face of his Queen is also covered except for a small area at the top of her head. He bends forward and presses a light kiss there. “I pray that you will find it in your heart to forgive me and I pray that I become more righteous,” he finishes.

All of a sudden the king had to move back as the person underneath the covers sits up in a rush and utters in a voice that does not sound like the Queen at all, "I-I am very sorry, Your Majesty!" 

"Lady Nelia?!" The king exclaims. 

The Queen's young lady-in-waiting scrambles out of the bed to fully kneel on the ground before him for she believes she has committed a terrible crime against the King. Not only is it a terrible one, but it is also grounds for execution. "I am very sorry, Your Majesty!" She repeats in a cry. “I deserve the worst form of punishment, Your Majesty!”

“No, no, Lady Nelia.” King Vilko kneels before her and takes hold of her forearms to help the distraught young lady back to her feet. “I am not going to punish you, lady,” he assures her, though one could not deny the absurdity of the turn of events.

The young lady continued to sob, but they were starting to quiet down to small hiccups as she would wipe the tears falling from her eyes. 

“Why are you here?” He asks, “And where is the Queen?”

“Please do not punish Her Majesty. Give all her punishments to me!”

“I am not punishing anyone, Lady Nelia! I only need to know where the Queen is.”

The young lady is silent for a while, even her hiccups have stopped. But the look she was showing had determination and reluctance all over it. King Vilko could tell that she knows where the Queen is and that it must be kept a secret. 

Yet keeping secrets would not benefit anyone in the current situation. 

“Please,” he begs, “I need to know where the Queen is. I must go to her. I must speak with her.”

Lady Nelia sets her mouth into a tight line and bows her head. Her hands tremble as she finally confesses in a small voice, “Her Majesty disguised herself to escape the palace grounds.”

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I actually just arrived in Manila from 2 connecting flights 😪 so please forgive me if my writing may not be the best since I wrote this on the plane HAHA And then I'll have to be in quarantine for the next 5 days (and we'll see how it goes if my RT-PCR results come out as negative or positive). I hope to make the 2nd part while in quarantine ♡ For now, I hope you enjoyed this one! 🤗💖

Some positive traits of ESFJ: out-going, loyal, tender-hearted
Some positive traits of ISFP: original, creative, independent