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Charon/Adrasteia + Caderyn voyeurism
Pairing/Rating: Charon/Adrasteia + Caderyn R
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Summary: Caderyn catches Charon and Adrasteia having sex in the old throne room.
Out of Sight [1/?]
Not five minutes ago, the world had made sense. Caderyn had been looking forward to seeing Elizabeth or perhaps to seeking out Adrasteia to talk before dinner; they didn't speak nearly enough these days, not since he had taken his brother's throne and she had left with the tyrant himself in tow, taking him as far from the palace as she could in some vain hope of keeping him out of trouble while Caderyn tried to rule and Sigurd tried to search for the remnants of his people. But now that she was back--even if it meant that his brother was there, as well--he intended to spend as much time with her as possible, hoped to reassure her that she had his friendship if not his heart. Hoped to reassure himself that she didn't hold his marriage against him--that she understood it had only been for the good of their kingdom and that he would have gladly married her if he could. (Elizabeth, he knew, wouldn't have been thrilled to hear that part.)
But then the servant had come in, some mousy young maid he didn't recognize, a girl he might have seen every day without truly noticing or might simply have never laid eyes on before in his life. Either way, she came to him with wide, panicked eyes and a deeply flushed face while she quite vehemently insisted that she'd seen the former king breaking into the now-forbidden wing of the palace that had once been his throne room. And while Caderyn had rather doubted that veracity of such a claim, he had resolved himself to checking nevertheless; if Charon was skulking around up there, that was something Caderyn needed to know. The day had long since gone when he would put anything past his brother.
And so he had gone upstairs, had climbed staircases and opened doors that hadn't been used in two years, and he had indeed found his brother in the dark, dusty rooms that had once been the seat of his power. And within them, Charon was not alone.
As Caderyn neared the massive expanse of the intimidatingly dark and sinister room where Charon had once held court--where he had been defeated and dethroned two years ago by Adrasteia and Caderyn himself--he came to a sudden halt. He could hear unmistakable noises coming from the room beyond; the former king was quite clearly in flagrante, and Caderyn could only roll his eyes as he thought back on the request the man had made only a week before. He had asked for his mother's wedding ring, of all things, and had been at the time particularly reluctant to discuss why he wanted it--or who he wanted it for. To say Caderyn's interest had been piqued would be a vast understatement; the notion that Charon had somehow managed to convince a woman--no doubt some vapid noblewoman or class-climbing peasant who failed to understand just how far his brother's position had fallen--to marry him had a certain note of absurdity. From what Caderyn had seen the past few weeks, Adrasteia had him as firmly under her thumb as possible; he was still defiant and abrasive and generally the same rather uncharismatic man Caderyn had always known him to be, but Caderyn had been shocked to detect a note of genuine submission about him, a deference to Adrasteia's leadership that could only have shocked him more if he hadn't known just how magnetic Adrasteia could be. The woman inspired people, drew people to her like moths to a flame, and so perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised that his brother fell to the same trap they all did; Adrasteia had tamed Charon just as she'd done with Caderyn, Erynis, and all the rest of them.
But Caderyn hadn't appreciated, apparently, just how she'd managed to do that to his brother.
Out of Sight [2/3]
It was quite a bit more of his brother than Caderyn had ever wanted to see, and yet he found himself entirely unable to look away. The entire thought of this was absurd, he told himself; it had been two years, but surely that wasn't nearly enough time to make something like this possible? This couldn't possibly be anything but what it looked like, and yet Caderyn found himself utterly desperate for any other explanation.
He knew that he'd hurt her when he'd married Elizabeth and tasked her instead with keeping his brother from the crown, but he had never thought she would fall to this in her revenge.
"What the fuck is this?" he demanded, voice echoing alongside his footsteps as he entered the room.
Adrasteia jumped, startled and wide-eyed, but Charon barely moved; there was but the slightest tensing in the muscles of his back and his shoulders, and then even that ebbed away as he turned to Caderyn, a distinctly unamused expression on his face.
"We're busy, brother."
The distinct lack of guilt on Charon's face was made only worse by the wealth of it on Adrasteia's, and Caderyn's eyes narrowed slightly. Was this, he wondered, not her revenge at all? Could it be Charon's instead? Was this even what Adrasteia wanted?
"Let go of her this instant," Caderyn hissed, his mind latching on to that most appealing possibility. This wasn't what it looked like at all, he decided; what this called for was not condemnation but rescue.
"Why?" Charon asked, a single brow lifting toward his hairline.
"Caderyn--" Adrasteia tried, her body still pinned beneath his brother's, and the rush of sympathy Caderyn felt for her threatened to ease him from his fury. But he could comfort her later; what mattered now was getting Charon away.
"I said," he spat, starting forward, "let go."
That did it. Charon rose, pushing himself from Adrasteia and the throne, and it was only when he was standing at his full height that Caderyn remembered exactly how intimidating his brother remained even in defeat; but Caderyn wasn't about to be cowed now. But before Caderyn even reached him--before Caderny could see his violent intent actualized--Adrasteia had rushed between them. She didn't throw herself into the safety of Caderyn's arms, as he had assumed she might; instead, she put herself in front of Charon in an almost protective stance, her body exposed for all the world to see.
"Ady--" he tried, and he was shocked to see the expression on her face morph into something approaching fury.
"What do you think you're doing, Caderyn?"
He blinked. "I..." Please, he thought, don't let this be what it looked like. "What are you doing, Ady? With him?"
The smug look on Charon's face said everything Caderyn needed to know and yet refused to hear. It was only when Adrasteia spoke, an angry fire still burning in her eyes, that his heart started to sink. "You shouldn't have come up here," she said. "I didn't want you to find out like this."
"Find out what?" Anything but that.
Behind her, Charon grinned like a madman. "We're--"
"You're marrying him," Caderyn finished for her, an ice-cold numbness washing over him. This wasn't right; it was supposed to be them, not Adrasteia and Charon. He was the villain and she was the hero and Caderyn--
"I am," she said quietly, and Charon took a step forward, his hands falling onto her bare hips as his eyes locked onto Caderyn's own. The bastard was bragging.
"How did this happen?" Caderyn demanded. "How could--? He... Adrasteia."
Out of Sight [3/3]
"It's been two years, Caderyn. People change."
"But you and--" He couldn't finish that thought; neither of them would ever let him hear the end of it. "You and him? What about Zephyrus? What about that mage, the elf? Hell, even Sigurd would be better than this." Charon's laugh was cruelly and ridiculing, and Caderyn felt his fury flare to life more fiercely than before. "Did he rape you?"
The look of shock on Adrasteia's face was enough of an answer, but he waited anyway. "Of course not!" she protested, sounding horrified. "You think I would--I would've killed him if he'd done that to me--to anyone--succession or no succession. He wouldn't do that."
She said it as if she believed it, as if it was really more realistic for him to believe that she'd given herself to the tyrant they'd sought to dethrone--to a man who tried to kill her just two years before--than that Charon had somehow forced this on her to get back at them both. "Then why?"
Adrasteia stared at him for a long, silent moment, and his heart relied on her answer. He needed her to deny this all, to claim it was some sort of mistake or perhaps a simple dalliance like what had gone on with her and Zephyrus; the Adrasteia he knew could never have felt anything but begrudging tolerance for a man like Charon.
"Because I love him," Adrasteia said, and that was the moment when Caderyn's heart broke for her.
He should have done it all differently, he realized. For all he loved Elizabeth now--for all he couldn't wait to meet their child--he should have married Adrasteia when he'd had the chance, if only so he could have saved her from this.