READER IMAGINES [1]

Mr Kit x Reader

The second part to my last Mr Kit imagine.

Dt: Mad4hugs AKA_island eleventheloser

Word count: 2,170

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It had felt like an eternity when it in fact had only been a day since your dance with Mr Kit-- both literally and figuratively in the conversational sense. Actually, it had only been a night.

Your mother was the first to awake in the morning and rush you and your father out the door; dressed in the most appropriate of clothing you own. She didn't want to be late. You understand why as she's never been invited to dine with royalty. Neither have you. Her excitement rattled the carriage more than the cobblestone roads did.

When the three of you arrived, you deduced that the manor looked much different in the daylight. It seemed so hazy in your memory even though it was only last night since you were here. At night the structure of it all seemed whimsical.

You all were accompanied by an attendant of the royal family upon entering the manor. He led the three of you down hallways and large rooms covered in paintings and marble statues, until eventually you arrived in the dining area. The table was already set in a fine white cloth. The silverware and plates sparkled and matched the cloth napkins in color. Decorations of various fruit and flower petals adorned the middle of the table.

"Ah, welcome." Says the King, stepping into the room from the door on the other side.

His robe which lay draped over him swayed with each step he took. The attendant bows and then leaves the room.

"It is a delight to see you again, my King." Your mother smiles, bowing as gracefully as she can manage in her state of excitement.

"As am I delighted to see you, Mrs (Y/l/n)." The King takes her hand in his and kisses her knuckles.

Your mother almost topples over at the contact, but more so for the fact that the King remembers her name. Well, her family name. He turns to greet your father with a respectful nod of the head, and then turns to you with a gentle smile on his face.

"I pray the journey was pleasant?" He asks.

"Yes, it was indeed." Your father replies.

"Please," The King motions his hand towards the table, "be seated."

Your mother practically rushes for her seat at the table. Your father-- being the respectful elder of marital rules-- sits adjacent to your mother on the table, but a seat down from the end. The King sits at the top of the table and you sit on the chair next to him at the other side, right next to your mother. You stare at the empty seat directly across from you.

"My son had unexpected errands to run this morning." The King explains.

"I see." You nod, yet you're somewhat relieved.

Breakfast is brought in not a moment later, all looking dazzling on their silver plates. There was enough food on the table to feed as many who attended the ball last night, and despite yourself being ravenous, you felt guilty of the spread.

"It can be overwhelming at first glance," The King says to you.

"Oh, no. It is quite alright. I thank you for the hospitality." You say.

"And I thank you all for joining me." The King says to your parents.

Once the King took his first bite of the food in front of him, your father and mother followed. The morning grew to be enjoyable, leaving no room for silence of conversation at the table. Your father and the King agreed on many topics and your mother, being the adamant pleaser, always acknowledged their congruity. You had officially marked the breakfast as a delightful success, that is until another member joined.