highness || bakugou k.

three

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                                                                                      ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The word's you will be here until you die Y/N  was now a constant loop in your head, it was horrifying and inescapable. It was the thought that you remained in a rotten castle until your awaited death or rather Bakugou antagonized you with his diabolical words. You stabbed at the soil holding the variety of herbs in a large bambonized basket, when the sudden but heartfelt words escaped from your lips, "I'll end you, my king." 

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You attended daily dinners with Bakugou, every night at 8 pm. The night would start in silence and end in silence. You felt it was all apart of Bakugou's sick plan to torture you to the end of times. Be that as it may, tonight was different. The table laid a feast like perusal and the emotionless face apon Bakugou was perusal, but Bakugou spoke which was unknown. 

"We are going into town tomorrow." 

Your fork fell out of your hands onto the plate, resulting in a "clinck" in the deathing silent room. "Why I'm being informed of this? I'm just the herbalist sir." 

"As in we, I mean you and me." He said in a nonchalant tone. 

"Why? I rather not spend more time with you then I have to." 

Bakugou looked up slightly, "It's my duty to visit hometowns on open market days. And you need clothes, I remember telling you to get comfortable." Your eye's meet his, fury engulfing your every thought. Your fist hit against the table and you left without a word. 

When arriving to your room only made you want to puke. You wanted to vomit up all the lavish food, you wanted to paint the pure white walls black, you wanted to die. Even so, a couple days back you realized you had to live and work for the castle, you needed to help everyone at home. They needed the rare herbs that created the miracle like medicine.  If you had nothing to live for, you would've pleaded for death to welcome you, but you had to keep going for your home. 

Out of uncontrollable anger, you threw glass, statues, and books. Your perfect room was now a perfect mess. You screamed and threw all the valuable objects you could. The door opened and revealed the man you wanted to burn for eternity. Immediately, you handled a book and aimed for the king, he covered his head and the book bounced off his arms. 

"How dare you!" You screamed, tears waterfalling from your face. "You took me from the only place I known!" 

Bakugou was silent, which only furthered you anger. You walked towards him, hitting his chest with your fist. 

"An-And I hate you for it! But it's hard to be so mad when I'm constantly surrounded by magnificent thin-things!" Your voice broke from the tears clouding your eyes and the sore throat. "It was my home! I-I wanted to work and die there! But now I'm expected to help the knights I despise and li-lie here until I die!" Your fist were tired from the constant hitting. 

Bakugou was silent and stood perfectly still while you hit him. After a minute of lightly hits, he grabbed your wrist. You fought for a second before relaxing, your head collapsed in his chest and he wrapped one hand around your waist the other tangled in your hair. The scent of his expensive soap filled your nose, which was a sense of comfort. Your tears drenched his uniform and your hands felt the coldness of his metals decorating the suit. 

"I hate you so much." Your voice was quiet and muffled. 

"I know." He picked you up and laid you on your bed that was covered in ruckus, which he cleared. His hand rested on you check and he silently gazed at your delicate and tear stained face. Your eyes closed and caused you to fall asleep in instant. Bakugou came close to your ear and whispered a soft sorry. 

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The next morning was rather quite and felt frozen. You lifted your body from the bed and touched the corner of your eyes that stun from the endless tears. The room you remembered to be a mess was now tiddy and spotless. You also remembered last night and what is supposed to become of today. You dressed yourself in a white sleeved dress with a black corset and took your leave. 

"Hello, Ms. L/N." Iida spoke with a smile. 

"No need to be so formal, please call me Y/N." 

Outside waited a horse and Bakugou speaking to employees. His face had a smile and soft eyes, which turned into a stiff face after he noticed you. 

"I didn't know a such wicked man could smile." You said staring intently at him. 

"I didn't know a such cold women could weep." 

You glared and walked towards the horse, "Are we riding the horse? Don't kings ride carriages?" 

"Not in this kingdom." Bakugou smirked and jumped on the horse, "Ready, flower girl?" He reached his hand out. 

"Herbalist." You avoided his hand and jumped on the horse.