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Your friend Marial gets you a job as her assistant. It’s your first day. You’re late and afraid you might have wasted your chance, but luck is just around the corner.
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“I think you need some fresh air,” you said, looking out of the richly curtained windows at the sky, which today was cloudless. The sight of it filled you with an impulsive desire to make Orlo laugh, to put him at ease, because in truth you also felt overwrought, every nerve frayed beyond repair. You squinted at him. “You. Me. Lunch on the lawn. At once.”
“Is that an invitation or a summons?”
“Both.”
“Very well,” Orlo said, with a nervous laugh, “I suppose I wouldn’t be missed."
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- Part 1 of Pages in the Wind: Orlo/Reader
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(Spoilers for Episodes 6 & 7) At the suggestion of Catherine, the reader pays a visit to a drunken Orlo, in quite a state after killing a man.
__“Sometimes we’re different from what we thought we were,” you said, wishing you'd stayed sober, so as to speak comforting words with more convincing eloquence, but here you were. “That certainly does not mean we’re bad. Or wrong. We just come to know ourselves a little better.”
“To know ourselves,” Orlo echoed, his voice breaking, and he looked down at where both of your hands held his. “You are very wise.”
“And you are very drunk.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you said, meaning it. “I probably should have waited to confess my love to you when you weren’t."
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- Part 2 of Pages in the Wind: Orlo/Reader
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To your lasting surprise, torture wasn’t the worst part—the worst part was seeing Orlo afterwards, watching the storm of emotions pass over his face as he fought to regain his calm.
(The reader and Orlo comfort each other after enduring another mad, painful day at Peter's court. SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 9.)
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- Part 3 of Pages in the Wind: Orlo/Reader
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As the time for the coup draws near, Orlo and the reader find delight and relief in teaching each other some secret skill they'd always coveted.
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Orlo’s grace was of a different kind, all the more wondrous because it was a side of him you hadn’t ever seen—the two of you gamboled about the room as though freed from the surface of the Earth, at first playing at seriousness but then bursting into laughter, and you could barely keep up with him. He held your hand and your waist, and your skirts swirled and flew out behind you, and you made sweeping circles in the firelight.
“Alright,” you said, gasping for breath. “I suggest an exchange. I’ll teach you draw if you’ll teach me to dance.”
“Certainly, but it hardly seems fair. I shall have an accomplished teacher, and you a poor one.”
“On the contrary,” you said, “there seems to be no end to your talents, sir.”
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- Part 4 of Pages in the Wind: Orlo/Reader
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You have been friends with Orlo for years now, even though you have always fantasized about being something more. When Orlo reads some compromising papers, you’re not sure you can keep your infatuation with him a secret anymore.
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Your knuckles rapped across the thick wooden door to Orlo’s quarters impatiently, your foot tapping an out of sync tune as you glanced up and down the empty hallway. Your breaths lingered in the air, your sharp inhales echoing off the barren walls for all to hear. Whispers ran through your head like a wild bear chasing down its meal, adrenaline rushing through your system as the dark thoughts that had plagued you throughout the day threatened to overwhelm your defences. The cold bitter winter wind whipped through the palace like a menacing ghost, its tendrils catching the nearby candles and causing the flames to flicker; sending the shadows dancing across the walls in an ominous fashion.
The soft padding of feet captured your attention as the locked door before you released a soft click, the wooden barricade parting to reveal a slightly dishevelled Count Orlo.
“Y/N?” He questioned, his voice groggy with sleep as he pulled the door open wider.