[🌪🍃] the crown - asch

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hey, sorry ive been doing so many aphmau my inner demons one shots. if yall have any requests, I'll happily take them! I dreamt this idea up last night so here we go. it was way different but I am gonna make it work.

🌪 - just some yelling and magic use, probably some blood and such because yeah it's not gonna be a lot.

ALSO - You are a Daemos. Daemos bleed PURPLE, not RED. so please dont get mad when I say something like "purple blood"

ALSO ALSO - the dress at the top is what you will be in later, I will say when you change into it.

ALSO ALSO ALSO - "caress" is "kiss" for humans
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I paced back and fourth, chewing on my nails. Today was coronation, and Asch wasn't back. He had been on Eur-f for the longest time, and I was seriously missing him. I had to go to his meetings, along with Rhal. Rhal basically bailed on me every time, and I was stuck with the counsel and the Daemos Lord. He is absolutely scary. I think he takes a liking to me, though.

I showed up to every meeting, when he called for my service I went, if he told me to eat a rat I would do it. He wasn't as strict with me as he was his son and his lady. Sometimes he would even call me for a drink and I would just sit in his presence. I believe I was his connection to his missing son. But there I was, scared as hell, pacing back and forth. I heard a knock on my door. "You may enter," I said and looked to the door.

"The Lord would like to speak with you." A guard. I nodded and walked out of my room. I walked down the hallway formally, two guards walking behind me. As I made my way into the throne room, I walked up to the black shadowy figure I had recognized as my Lord. I curtsied, planting myself on the floor and then standing. I held my head high, I knew not to look down upon myself.

"Princess, you do understand that if my son does not show up by 1800, you will have to give up your crown to Lady Bish," he said. I simply nodded and he sighed. "If you do not cooperate, you know the consequences."

"Yes, my Lord, I understand," I spoke, my voice shaking. I tried not to show it as best as I could, but I knew he heard me.

"Do not be afraid, this does not mean you and my son will be killed or moved out of the castle. You are my daughter, I could not kick you out," he reassured me.

"Yes, my Lord. May I be excused?" I gulped and asked. He made a humming sound, releasing me from the throne room. As I got into the hallway and out of his sight, I ran. I ran as fast as the heels on my feet let me. I ran straight back to my room, slamming and locking my door, and I simply fell onto my bed and cried. I had Asch's blanket on the bed and so I hugged it.

I cried into the blanket, soaking it with my tears.

The time came. I looked into my mirror and saw that I looked like a mess. It was half past 1700, and I needed to make an appearance at least ten minutes early. I sucked in a breath and grabbed the crown from my dresser, slowly slipping it onto my horn. This was possibly the last day I would be considered future Queen. I sat and did my makeup, making myself look presentable. I put a few drops of a potion in my eyes to make sure they were pure white and the color would stick out nicely.

After I did that, it was time for the dress. I slipped into my dress and used my magic to make it fit tightly. I could almost hear all of the Daemos citizens filling in the castle. The coronation was in the throne room, and I was not at all ready. I heard a slight knock on my door and I knew it was time. I closed my eyes and took one last deep breath, walking out of my door and seeing two very good looking guards waiting for me.

They bowed and I nodded to them. As everyone was now settled, I was to make my appearance. They lead me to the throne room, and to the door in the back. "Presenting Princess Y/n, courter of Prince Asch." I heard loudly through the door. It was opened by the guards, and I slowly walked through. My walk was in slow motion. I held my head and held my hands by my sides. My soon to be ex-people were clapping, some holding up goodies that were meant for Asch and I.

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