"Sweetest Dreams" ch.11?, WIP, rough draft
Yet another WIP, please ignore, this one has even less meat to its bones...
Story Title: Sweetest Dreams
Author: Moor (or ‘beyondthemoor’ from LJ)
Length: approx.
Genre: General/Comedy/Romance/PWP
Rating: I’ll say T
Fandom: Saiunkoku Monogatari
Pairings: Shuurei x Kijin, Shuurei x Ryuuki.
Summary:A sequel to “Manjuu Magic.”
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of “Saiunkoku Monogatari”.
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER! I am making this story slight-AU in its timeline: In "Sweetest Dreams", Shuurei held her job in Kijin’s department prior to taking her position in the harem. (Please, go with it?)
AN: I hope you enjoy this sequel, thank you for reading!
As an exiled prince, Seiran knew to extend caution when summoned to a lady’s chambers - particularly those of an imperial consort. Especially when the emperor in question was his younger, more emotionally vulnerable, brother.
Shuurei, while she’d been raised in a noble home, did not extend the same caution to herself or her surroundings when she sent the rush note to the only person she trusted with her secret work-life. In fact, it could be said she was quite oblivious to the consequences of her actions, sometimes. And the resulting impact on her reputation should she ever be overheard by the rest of the palace staff.
“Seiran,” she hissed quietly between her teeth as she peeked out of her apartment like a furtive mouse searching for the prowling cat, “I said get in here right now and take off your clothes!”
“My Lady,” he pleaded with his hands raised patiently in front of him, as he too glanced around (less obviously) for possible eavesdroppers. “This is neither the time nor the place to be making strange requests. Perhaps I could find you Shisui or Kourin, to-.”
“No!” she gasped, gripping the wooden doorway of her residence with white-knuckled fingers.
It would have been amusing to remark on the extent to which her eyes bugged out of her head and her face flushed multiple shades of red and purple - if she had not been so out of sorts already, and glaringly desperate. She didn’t want her staff to know about her extracurricular activities. She didn’t want anyone to know about it.
“Seiran, please give me your clothes. I need to go to work at the Ministry of Finance, and I can’t go dressed as a woman!”
Ahhhhh…. Now her antics made more sense. Against his better judgment, the trusted retainer smiled and smothered a chuckle.
“I will go fetch you some men’s clothes
(TBC / BREAK)