Note: This stemmed from my four sentence posts that grew into something else entirely. Just a lot of filth and smut tbh. This is unedited and rushed, so warning for the bad smut.
Summary: You are honor-bound to do your duty as a princess and marry for the good of the kingdom. Marriage, like many things in your life, is meant to serve a purpose. But you know you should be grateful because there are far worse fates than being engaged to marry Prince Taehyung. ~Royalty AU~
Taehyung is the picture of etiquette and genteel charm during your maternal aunt’s harvest ball. He dances with the appropriate family members and ladies of the court, but remembers to pay special attention to you, his wife-to-be. He maintains the proper distance during customary dances, hands finding their exact position on non-scandalous places on your body as he was taught to do from an early age.
Ideal, the members of your court believe. He is ideal. You and Taehyung are the perfect match, a beautiful couple to join two kingdoms together through marital bliss. And you don’t disagree with them for a second. Despite only just having met the prince (whom you were contracted to marry since birth) for the first time last year, he had not faltered with sending you correspondence – a fact that sends your ladies-in-waiting into swooning fits and gossip.
You can’t count the number of times they beg to read the letters, and each time you tell them on no uncertain terms that the letters are yours and yours alone. They remain locked in a secret cabinet back at the castle. So your ladies-in-waiting are left to imagine what Taehyung writes, their guesses sounding inane to your ears when they titter about romance and love at first sight.
They don’t need to know that in every letter Taehyung writes, in perfect penmanship no less, he describes how he imagines deflowering you on your wedding night.