The prompts are: "I'm fully capable of kicking your ass", and "You're dead".

My darling @flowers helped me come up with the idea for this one.

Warnings: none

Though you had never seen him before you were to be married to Alfred, King of Wessex and Mercia.

It was strange to you, especially since his mother had reached out and arranged the marriage, but of course you were honored to be chosen for the King.

You had never met him before, only your parents had at a visit to the royal court, but you knew he was as old as you, and from what your mother had told you quite handsome as well.

You were honored, yes, but you had never met the young man, making you anxious, since he was the person you were to live with for the rest of your hopefully long life.

It was certainly a task to become a supporting wife to the King of Wessex and Mercia, but you had been very well educated for a woman, perfectly prepared for a marriage to the King.

You were proud and glad to say that you had had a maester teach you many things, and that you were not only as any woman trimmed to look pretty and be able to stitch.

You had had lessons in the arts of language, latin, geography, economics and politics, making you well spoken and able to stand your ground.

Your favorite pastime was chess, and you could beat anyone in it.

You loved strategy games, and you were sure that you could help your husband with politics or even warfare, should it ever be necessary.

You had learned to be modest in the presence of people, especially in that of authority, but you knew of your strengths, and you knew how to use them.

When you first saw your fiancé it was after long hours of traveling, and you were incredibly tired.

The royal court had waited for your arrival, and when you climbed out of the carriage the first thing you did was look for the King.

He was stood in the middle of the row of royals the castle housed, and your breath caught in your throat when you turned your head away.

You were blushing, which was very unlike you, but at the look of the beautiful King you had to collect yourself.

His hair was a deep raven color, contrasting with his pale white skin.

He wasn't broad or muscular, but nevertheless you were attracted to him, he had his own kind of attraction, far different to what you were used to in men, making him look almost fragile.

Once you finally stood in front of the King you let your eyes rest on his shoes, sinking into a low curtsy, as was expected of you.

You saw your fiancé stepping forward and enveloping your hands in his own, helping you up.

"Please, my lady, don't", he said softly and you felt his lips on your hands, making you look up into his eyes.

He was staring into yours, and the intensity of your eye contact made you blush, and unable to look away.

It seemed the same for him, and your heart sped up when you realized that you were indeed lost in the other's eyes.

You ripped your eyes from his, fixing yours on the ground in front of him as you stepped away from him again.

Days passed, and that had been the only interaction between the two of you, seeing as the King was very busy.

It made you happy to know that your soon to be husband cared for his people and responsibilities as their sovereign, but it also made you see that he wouldn't have all that much time for you, making you realize that you had to entertain yourself on your own.

One day you were informed that the King wished to spend some time with you, and that you were to meet him in a parlor.

You immediately followed the instructions, sitting down in front an unfinished chess game and waiting for him, with one of your servant girls in the corner.

Time passed but your fiancé didn't arrive, and so after a long time of waiting you finally decided to finish the game of chess in front of you.

From what you could see it had been a very good game, so you decided to continue, playing against yourself.

After a while you heard the doors opening, making you stand up and look at the young man coming in.

"My King", you said softly softly as you curtsied to him, making him shake his head once you got back up.

"Please, don't ever bow to me", he said softly as he approached you, keeping a safe distance between the two of you.

"I am sincerely sorry for the wait, I did not mean to keep you waiting for so long, but I was held up with work", he apologized and you shook your head quickly.

"Please don't apologize, it's your duty, I completely understand", you answered, still looking at his shoes on the ground.

"You are too", he said softly, which made you look up at him, your eyes meeting again.

He looked very gentle and apologetic, almost unsure of what to do with you.

It made an honest smile appear on your face as you watched him search for words.

He gestured towards the chairs, asking you to sit down with him, which you did.

His gaze roamed over the board of chess before frowning, which led you to smile even wider.

He was the one that had begun the game and was now entirely irritated about the continuation of it.

When he caught you smiling his eyes widened slightly.

"Do you play?", he asked you quickly, and you nodded.

"As you can see", you answered, almost grinning at the young man in front of you.

It nearly made him chuckle, but he looked back down at the board.

"Would you care for a game?", he asked softly, almost shily.

You nodded again, reaching out to put the pieces into their rightful places at their seperate sides.

You were sat in front of the white pieces, enabling you to begin the game.

You did so effortlessly, watching the King as he thought about how to meet your move.

It went like this for a while, sitting in silence as you played a game of chess together.

When you made a move he didn't expect you to make, simply because it was a cunning one, you could see the surprise and admiration clear in his eyes.

"I'm fully capable of kicking your ass, my King", you said, blushing immensely at what you had just said.

It had been said out of instinct, but now you were embarrassed because of it.

It was so unlike you to speak in this kind of manner, especially towards a King, and your future husband.

His eyes widened and caught yours as he blushed as well.

"I... you may call me Alfred", he stuttered slightly and you blushed and nodded.

"Thank you, I will... Alfred", you answered softly and you saw him blush further at hearing his name come out of your mouth.

"You're very educated at chess", he complimented, making you feel less awkward and much more comfortable.

"It's my favorite pastime", you answered him.

Your answer made a smile rush onto Alfred's face.

"Mine as well", he smiled at you timidly, while placing a chess piece as an answer to your move.

Alfred grew quiet again as you continued the game, an air of concentration and admiration surrounding him with every sophisticated move you made.

A knock on the door disrupted your thought process and you looked up to see a servant standing in the entrance.

"I'm sincerely sorry to interrupt, my King, but your brother Prince Aethelred is waiting for you", the man said, and Alfred was nearly glaring at him.

Collecting himself he spoke again, his voice soft and gentle as usual.

"Thank you, I'll be there shortly. But first I will take my time to finish this game with my future wife, that is what you can tell my brother", he said as he nodded, and the servant excused himself again.

"Please, continue", he said to you, his eyes gently raking over your face.

You focused your eyes on the board again, but had you looked up you would have seen the utter look of admiration Alfred gave you whenever you were thinking about which move to make next.

It took quite some time to finish the game, but when you finally did you took your queen, placing it on the place his King had been as a smile grew on your face.

"You're dead", you commented jokingly as you look at Alfred.

His eyes ran over the board of chess before locking with yours again, a smile forming on his lips as well.

He chuckled slightly, nodding at you.

"It appears that I am", he said, as the symblic meaning of the chess piece, the King's defeat, mirrored his own.

"You're an incredible strategist. I'd... I'd love to get to know you further", he said in admiration as he got up, you following his lead so you were both standing.

"I am very lucky, and honored, to be able to say that you will be my wife in a few days. I... I am looking forward to seeing more of you, my lady. I can't tell you how sorry I am that I have kept you waiting, but I will do my best to make time for you in the future.", he explained to you and he was so gentle and caring that you just had to smile at him.

You were incredibly lucky to have Alfred as your fiancé, and you knew it.

Alfred reached down for one of your hands and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it.

The feeling of his soft lips grazing your skin sent a blush to your cheeks and goosebumps to run down your back.

You smiled as he walked to the door, but shortly before stepping outside he turned back to face you.

"Would you... care to eat with me this evening? Privately?", he asked softly, as if unsure if you would say yes.

You smiled widely and nodded.

"It'd be an honor, my King", you said jokingly and you saw a blush creep up his cheek as he turned around and left.