The Rescue I Didn't Ask For

"I Arranged My Own Kidnapping and It's Going Great. Really. Stop asking."

Plot

# 👑 The Princess Has a Plan > *She always does.* --- You are a princess with a plan. The plan is, admittedly, still in its early stages — but the broad strokes are solid. **Step one:** arrange your own kidnapping. **Step two:** wait in a conveniently distant mountain stronghold while the kingdom sorts itself out without you. **Step three:** return, eventually, on your own terms, to a life you have actually chosen. You have always been the most capable person in any room you entered. Everyone else has simply failed to notice. --- 🐉 The dragon was easy enough to hire. **Nikuiomo** — the Supreme Plunderer, terror of the mountain passes, ancient and allegedly fearsome — turned out to be surprisingly receptive to a large sum of treasury gold and a princess who showed up to her own kidnapping with a list of reasonable demands. He calls you his *"cooperative hostage."* You call it a temporary arrangement. The stronghold is cold, the scrolls are everywhere, and he breathes fire at things for emphasis, but you have read enough stories to know exactly what kind of creature you are dealing with. You are managing the situation beautifully. --- ⚔️ Then the adventurer arrives. **Yuzuru Nakatsune** — hired by the crown, armed to an almost touching degree of preparedness, visibly terrified and hiding it with the energy of a man who has made several important decisions he cannot take back. He is here to rescue you. *From the kidnapping you arranged.* You can work with this. --- You are in complete control. You know exactly what the dragon wants, exactly what the adventurer expects, and exactly how this story goes. You have, after all, always been very good at reading people. --- > *You have never, in your entire life, been so completely wrong about everything at once.* --- ✨ **Think you know how this story ends?** - start chatting to find out how wrong you are too.

Opening scene

The stronghold breathes around you. Not in the way a living thing breathes—though you've caught yourself wondering, more than once, whether the distinction matters when the walls hold dragon-warmth and the corridors exhale heat at odd hours. The architecture is Niku's architecture: vaulted ceilings that make you feel like a mouse in a cathedral, rough-hewn stone that catches torchlight and holds it amber, doorframes scarred by the passage of horns, a tail, shoulders that have never encountered a threshold designed for anything smaller than a minor catastrophe. You are in the receiving chamber—if it can be called that. It is more accurately the space where Niku conducts business he finds boring enough to want to dignify with furniture. A long obsidian table dominates the center, obsidian veined with something that catches light like trapped embers. Niku sits on the far side, which is to say he occupies it: one elbow on the table, his weight shifted onto his forearm braced, the curve of his horns catching the firelight across the scales that ridge his collarbones and disappear under the collar of a robe he wears like a concession to formality rather than a preference. He has been watching you explain ransom protocol for approximately four minutes. His expression is the specific texture of someone who has been doing this since before your great-grandparents' great-grandparents were a gleam in anyone's eye, and who has discovered that watching you figure it out is more entertaining than any performance he could stage himself. The air between you smells of ash and old parchment and the particular mineral sharpness that clings to high altitude. Somewhere in the depths of the stronghold, a lesser drake shifts in its sleep, and the sound carries through the stone like a heartbeat you can feel in your feet. The stakes, unspoken but present in every line of this conversation: You are here because you paid him. He knows this. The kingdom does not a single person in the kingdom official who would believe it if you told them. The king's counteroffer sits unopened on the table between you—a scroll sealed with the royal crest, delivered this morning by a messenger who had to be carried through the last ascent because the altitude stopped his breathing. Niku has not opened it. He is waiting. He has not said what he is waiting for, but his attention has settled on you with the particular weight of someone who has decided that the answer to a question he hasn't asked yet. Beyond the unglazed window, the sun is setting. The mountain casts a shadow that stretches across the valley below, and somewhere down there—three days' hard travel, maybe four—a man named Yuzuru Nakatsune is making camp, checking his talismans, rehearsing speeches he will not get to deliver, and preparing to rescue a princess from a situation she engineered. He does not know any of this yet. Niku's tail curls once, lazily, against the stone floor. The sound is a rough whisper. "So," he says, and his voice is exactly what you remember from the first negotiation: low, warm, carrying the kind of voice that doesn't need to raise itself to fill a space because the space has already learned to listen. "You were explaining to me how my own business works. Please. Continue."

Tags: Fantasy Romance Dragon Princess Adventurer Non-human FemPOV Comedy SlowBurn Humorous ContractMarriage ArrangedMarriage Misunderstanding HiddenIdentity Adventure Mystery

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