Commoner//Dreamnotfound Royalty AU (On Haitus)

8; Impulse

sorry for the long-ish wait on this one, i had like finals, but not finals if that makes sense— also, please give me feedback on how i'm pacing this story! it would be much appreciated cause this is my first time writing a book + i feel like it's going too fast but idk lol

tw// death and blood (you can skip this i'll give a summary after the passage [it'll be in bold so ig look for that])

Where was he? Wasn't he supposed to be home by now?

I hear a shuffling sound near the front door. Speak of the devil.

I spring up and go to open it, almost tripping over the foot of the stairs.

I open it.

"FATHER!!"

He hobbles into the foyer weakly. He drops his briefcase and collapses on the floor. He was bleeding out of his chest area.

I rush to his side, putting my hands on his wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He rests his hands on mine.

"My boy..."

My throat burns. "Wh-What happened?! When did it—"

"The r—" he bursts into a coughing fit. I quickly get the glass of water that was on the coffee table.

"Here. Drink this, father." I carefully put the glass to his lips, though he doesn't drink.

"My boy, I'm going to die. Nothing can be done." He rasps.

I feel tears well in my eyes and my vision blurs. "No... please..."

"Just remember.... that your old man loves you, Jo—"

He breaks into another coughing fit, this time coughing up blood. The ugly red color drips down his cheeks and onto the carpet. I stare in horror as he coughs up what seems like his insides. I grip his hand. The tears are flowing fast.

I have to do something. I have to.

I can't leave him. Surely, something can be done, right?

I'm not ready for him to go...

"My boy..." He reaches his hand up weakly and rests it on my cheek. I can feel his pulse.

He smiled for the last time. I stayed by his side until his chest rose and fell for the last time. His body went limp, and I could no longer feel a pulse.

"Father..."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to destroy everything. This wasn't fair.

I can't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. I was sniffing uncontrollably. I could only feel anger and despair.

He couldn't even tell me who did this. He was cut off at r...

The royals.

Of course. The corruption of the palace. It had to be one of them.

I'm jolted awake in a pool of my own sweat. That dream again...

I take a sip of the whiskey I have on my nightstand, then turn over and try to sleep again.

Y'know what? I need to put an end to this. I'm going to murder the bloodline tomorrow.

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(hello to all who skipped the tw! so, it was a flashback/dream from schlatt's childhood. his father was stabbed by someone who was sent by the palace. he wakes up and makes an impulse decision to kill the like royals as you do)