Perfidious || Dream Smp Royalty AU

"If you tell anyone about this I'll have to kill you"

Someone has to have blood on their hands,

Someone has to clean up the blood,

And someone must bleed.

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Trigger Warning: blood, abuse

I left Wilbur only muttering a quiet good night. I had mixed emotions. It felt good to finally get over having to speak about the incident and now I knew Dream also lied.

What I hated was how my heart still ached to see him look at me sadly. I hated how gorgeous his face looked in the night light. I hated the urge to hold him close and kiss his lips once again.

But now I had bigger problems. War was coming quickly and with all of the leaders under one roof, chaos was sure to be expected.

It was late and I needed sleep if I wanted to be on high alert.

I was about to turn the corner to the sleeping quarters when I saw a man standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

He was tall and had broad shoulders. He wore a suit that flattered his muscular body. From where I stood I could see he was a brunette and had a bit of facial hair. It made him look sophisticated yet sexy. His brown eyes were dark and held a sort of confidence in them that made my knees weak. There was no doubt. This was the infamous Emperor Jschlatt.

He stood leaning over the railing puffing smoke out of his mouth as he looked up at the sky with his eyes closed. I shivered.

Suddenly he sighed and his eyes softened. The look was familiar. I got the feeling this was not my first run-in with him.

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Four years ago at a ball celebrating Prince Dream's 17th birthday

He had lost his temper again. I mean he was always angry but it was only the alcohol that caused him to get violent like that.

Many may ask how a father could beat his son as much as my father does. I think about it quite often. About what I did wrong to deserve a piece of trash of a father like mine. I must have committed horrible crimes in my past life.

Anyway, I don't know why we're at this stupid brat's party. It's not like he bothered to show up to mine. Just because he's wealthier and has everything he could ever want. I envied the way his father spoke so proudly of his sons.

I was afraid if I'd stayed there much longer I'd do something I'd regret so I walked out groaning with every step as the bandages that hid my father's lashes tightened around my wounds. I wandered around the castle looking for a balcony to smoke on. I needed to relax.

That's when I saw her. She looked like an angel standing there in the moonlight looking up at the stars in awe. I hadn't realized I had been staring before she turned around raising an eyebrow at me.

"Prince Jonathan Schlatt." She greeted.

"W- Who are you?" I stuttered. I never stuttered.

"Alethea Villareal, at your service." She half bowed smiling.

I genuinely laughed for the first time in months.

"Are you not enjoying the ball, your majesty? " She asked.

"Just call me Schlatt and no, it's exhausting looking at that cocky bastard Dream's face," I complained.

She laughed a beautiful laugh that I could listen to on repeat all day.