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[Hollow Knight] Yandere! Pale King x reader

[Hey everyone! I can actually write when I have an idea!
I don't even know where most of this came from! I just started putting words on a page and suddenly there was like 5,000 words!
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You had never really liked the royalty of Hallownest.

To make it abundantly clear, it wasn't like you hated them, you just found some of the things they did questionable. Especially the King, who had basically made himself the center of everyone's lives.

But things about the Pale rulers never sat right with you... Like where did the Hollow Knight come from? If the King was so big on the concept of free thought then why didn't he allow those who disagreed with some of his actions, to speak? Why did the Infection only seem to appear after the Pale Beings took over? What were the guards that seemed to exist everywhere near the castle, and where did they come from?

Were there other things that they were hiding from their citizens?

You had been around for a long time, long enough to remember when all you thought of was how to survive. You had seen both the King and Queen once before, and since that day you had been warry of them.

Perhaps you should move away from the kingdom...

Well, it's not like you haven't tried! You can easily defend yourself with the strength you maintained in case you were attacked in the streets, and you weren't necessarily scared of the lands outside the enormous kingdom. It's just whenever you almost left, something terrible would happen that would force you to stay. Almost as if someone didn't want you to leave and knew when you planned on escaping.

It had honestly been horrifying with how precise it had been.

On the day you had first tried to leave your humble home, as humble as it could be since it was in the Eastern section of the capital city, and head up to Dirtmouth to escape the kingdom and the problems that now plagued it, the Stagways were inconveniently 'closed until further notice', and a horrible accident occurred on the roads just between the divide of the city. This forced everyone in the higher castes of the East --you had put up with living there even though your neighbors where an annoyance to you-- to remain in their homes until it was cleaned up.

Now, that seemed like a horrible coincidence. But what really confused you was on the second attempt. Literally as you left your house, your friend was wrongly arrested and you had to stay to prove that they were innocent of what they had been charged with.
They had moved in with you after that.

When you realized that something was definitely trying to stop you, was your third try. Having checked every calendar you knew of, ensured that your friends hadn't done anything stupid, and managed to get all the way to Dirtmouth. They destroyed the road that lead out of the kingdom and closed the gate at the top.

There was no way that something like this would happen three times... Something was definitely trying to stop you...

And it made you incredibly paranoid.

Like mentioned before, you were of a higher caste. You had found yourself rather wealthy due what you credited to luck and circumstance, so perhaps someone was trying to get the fortune you were intending on leaving for your poorer friends --who were off the streets due to your interventions-- because if anyone needed your money it was them.
You still weren't sure how you had ended up with all that wealth, and weren't using it anyway. Might as well give it to those who would.
But for some reason you really just wanted to chalk it all up to being in the right place at the right time, and were extremely uneasy when your friends tried to pin all your great fortune on the ruler who had suddenly appeared from no where. You had even found yourself glancing around from time to time, as if you were afraid of being seen, when your friends spoke of the Pale King. Sometimes even when you heard someone randomly praise the wyrm in the streets.