Breaking The Crown | An Alastor x Reader Story

Red-tinted Moon

I was relieved when I was finally allowed to leave the masque. Exhausted, I sat on the edge of my bed, pulling roses from my hair. When I finally pulled the last one out, I flopped back onto the soft blankets. I had no idea how I was going to keep this whole charade up. 

I only moved when there was a knock on the door. Opening it, I found a kitchen lad holding out a folded piece of parchment. Taking it, I watched the little urchin scurry away before closing the door once again. 

Leaning against the solid wooden door, I opened the letter and began to read,

If you want to avoid becoming another rose for the King to pluck, come to the southeast gate tomorrow at midnight.

-A

The handwriting was an elegant, spidery scrawl. I read and re-read it several times. I had two choices. Marry the king and consider my days numbered or take a chance to free myself even though I knew the risks. 

Looking up from the letter to the red-tinted moon just outside the window. If there was any chance that I could escape this never-ending hell, then I had to take it.