Written In The Stars .

IDFWU .

Song for this Chapter :
I suggest Fairly Local by Twenty One Pilots but, reader's choice :)

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Tall and Dapper in his crisp three piece grey suit, Damien James Tudor walked through the halls of Edinburgh Castle, his short and shy Personal Assistant trailing behind him in a not-so-properly fitted suit that gave her as ten years older than she really was.

Walking into the Royal Throne room, Damien pointed at the empty space meant to hold his Throne very soon.

"Move that, there." he spoke to the young woman pointing to another Throne not too far off from his own. "I want my Throne beneath the glass skyline."

"But sir, that spot is for the Reigning Royals in Scotland. The Throne hasn't been moved for centuries."

Damien turned to his side to look down at her. He moved closer and placed his index finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
She tried to turn away but he gave her a small slap before gripping her face with his palm.

"Look here..."

"Matilda." she spoke quietly, her eyes slowly finding their way to the ground.

"Don't test me. I don't like to play games. Do you know why Tilly?"

"No sir."

"I always win."

Abruptly letting go of her face, he walked away from her.

"Now, as we were saying.."

Matilda took down notes of everything King Damien wanted. He was changing, removing, adding and doing a lot of breaking down.

"When are the construction workers going to start?"

"Err... Christopher Artistle, the Architect, he's yet to meet with you to finalize the details."

"That's why I have you." Damien said giving her a small smile.

To say the smile no matter how small warmed her heart would be a lie. She was terrified of the Heavenly creature that stood before her. His hair sleek black and shiny, patterned to the back in a neat manner with a little curl hanging just above his left eye.

He hadn't shaved but he still looked incredibly groomed , standing In front of her underneath the bloody glass skyline he wanted for his throne.

She smiled back. Anything to please the King of England, Scotland and soon enough, Northern Ireland - Just as soon as he was ready to send his forces attacking.

"Damien !" a sharp contrast to the almost angelic voice of Damien rang through the walls of the Throne room.

Guards parted ways as they saluted Sebastian's entrance. Wasted effort it was, as he didn't blink an eye in their direction.

"What is the meaning of all this?" Bash barked at his Cousin.

"Good Morning to you too, cousin."

"Cut the act you bastard. Who do you think you are, coming in here and ruining what's left of my home."

"I do not speak peasant language Sebastian, go away."

"for fuck's sake, Da..."

"Hold it!" Damien said holding up a hand to silence his cousin.

"It's King Damien."

"Over my dead body!"

"Well, that can be arranged." Damien replied with a hellish smile.

Sebastian moved towards him and was about to throw a punch before guards came out from no where and held him back.

"Let - Me - Go" Bash said struggling for his freedom.

"Leave him & us too. You too, Ma.."

"Matilda." she said shyly, finishing off his sentence. She was so sure her name wasn't hard to remember. she didn't care though, she just wanted to leave before she became a victim of a Royal fight.

"Do you know who you're dealing with?" Damien simply asked his cousin as he walked round the Throne room, carefully observing its defects and making mental notes about more things to change.

"Yes, my arrogant - self centered - bastard cousin !"

"Oh, shut up Sebastian. We both know who's the bastard here."

"Don't even..."

"You brought up the topic didn't you? Mr-not-so-Royalty. I could imprison you for treason you know. I'm in Charge."

"Bloody hell Damien! Your kingship isn't even real."

Damien gave his cousin a cheesy smile, "But it was ordained by the Church. Every other piece of information has been and will remain swept under the carpet. Else, traitors will be executed on my account. And cousin, even the Church won't be able to stop it.

You see Sebastian, by the time I'm done with this Kingdom, the whole world will know that King Damien is a fucking god. People will come to me, they will bow down and you'll watch me, as you choke on your own jealousy."

"Go to hell."

"Trust me, I'm already in hell. And there's space for you too."

He was going to attack. His nerves were racking, his blood was raging a war with his vessels and everything was about to go down. A nanosecond left and Damien would, could have been history. But In Came a Saviour.

"Guys!" Christian screamed, barging into the Throne room his breath uneasy as he made his way to where his brother and cousin stood.

"What is it?" Damien asked unmoved by everything going on.

"It's Harry, he's in the Emergency unit."

"What, why?" Bash asked worried. All previous attempts to assassinate Damien now forgotten.

"I don't know, Demi found him unconscious this morning in their apartment. He OD'd."

"My heavens! Is he going to be okay?" Damien asked a tad, just a tad bit worried - Harry was his favorite cousin, you could say.

"No. I don't know. He's in a coma."

Those words left Sebastian in a state of shock. If he was going to kill Damien, he'd have done it. But what was the point if the future King was on the runway to death's humble abode.

A life filled with fear, mass murder, injustice, strife and jealousy clouded his mind. Tyranny in the Kingdom was one thing, but Damien had promised to take it to another level.

Sebastian began to run as fast as his legs could carry him.

Harry Edward Cross was not to die.

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Hey !

Very short chapter , I know.

I've just been very lazy and I thought I really needed to update yeah.

So, I'll do shorter chapters and faster updates.

Thank you for your patience :)

Simiiiii !