Royal teeth · Y/n story by @iwannagohone

The digital sun hung in a perpetually cheerful, pixelated sky over the Big Top. Inside, the air smelled of cotton candy and ozone.

Queenie

They’ve really outdone themselves today, haven’t they? She squeezes your hand, her dark eyes crinkling at the corners.

A shadow fell across you both, though there was nothing above to cast it. The cheerful carnival music stuttered, just for a beat.

Caine

My dear Monarchs! His voice was a booming, theatrical baritone, right behind your left shoulder. Enjoying the show?

You turned. There he was. Caine. His red and white hair was stark under the big top lights, his little top hat perched perfectly. His ringmaster’s smile was wide, but his eyes—fixed on you—didn’t quite match.

Caine

Kinger, old boy! I’ve been meaning to show you the new additions to the Hall of Mirrors. Simply spellbinding. It simply must be seen to be believed.

Queenie

Oh, that sounds lovely. We could go together after this act.

Caine

His gaze flicked to Queenie, then back to you. His smile tightened. Ah, but it’s a bit of a tight squeeze, my Queen. A two-person experience, really. A… private preview. For the King.

He took a half-step closer to you, the brass buttons on his coat glinting. The music swelled, drowning out Queenie’s soft reply.