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Revenge - BEEDUO

Dark clouds had gathered over L'Manburg, spreading cold and discomfort. Rain poured from the sky and was being pressed against the windows of the houses by the strong wind, so that the brown-haired boy heard the irregular, hard tapping of the drops against the panes. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he looked at the many books in front of him and ran his hand through his hair.

He had been sitting in the library of his castle since the early morning, the rain an everlasting companion through the day and into the late night, a constant reminder that the stories in the books were in the past and didn't correspond to the current situation.

The young king was distressed. Technoblade and Dream were about to attack and destroy his kingdom, a strange egg made all the citizens completely insane in their heads and only Tommy was still by his side. His best friend, no matter what happened. Apart from him, the brown-haired man had no one else. He trusted some of his citizens, but no one was close to him and paid much attention to him. Only Tommy came to him every now and then, talked to him, asked how he felt and if he needed anything.

The blue-eyed boy sank back into stories of past times, searching for a solution to his problems. They had to somehow destroy the Egg and defeat Techno and Dream at the same time, it was hardly possible to do that. Especially since the Egg had drawn the citizens of L'Manburg to itself and they had begun to worship it and make sacrifices, it was inconceivable that the king could do anything about it.

But still he found it interesting to learn about the history of his kingdom. Many things from the past were forgotten and the only thing left of them were these books. This made the brown-haired man sad; would he end up like that too? Forgotten and immortalized only in the pages of a single book that might eventually be destroyed or lost?

He had to manage to save his kingdom. He had sworn to do so ever since his husband had died in an accident. To this day, he did not know what exactly his beloved had died of, but he still remembered the body lying in the coffin, peacefully with his eyes closed. The pale skin of the man who had usually always worn a cheerful smile and was always there for Tubbo, no matter what.

The blue-eyed one missed him. His forgetful, yet so cheerful manner was always something he had loved about the taller one. Ranboo just always managed to make the older one happy and to make him laugh. That was why he had said yes when the older one had proposed to him; even though it was never really intimate between them, they still loved each other and knew it, even without much physical contact or anything.

Ranboo also gave wonderful hugs. His body was always warm and made the smaller one feel safe. The taller one was incredibly good at soothing and listening to the brown-haired one.

Tears ran down the blue-eyed one's cheeks as he looked out the window. He missed him. Ranboo would know what to do now. Surely he could have prevented all of this somehow, or at least been at Tubbo's side while his kingdom perished.

But instead he sat here alone, in the darkness of the night, only a single lamp allowing him to read the ancient writings, while silence lingered throughout the castle. The city in front of the main building was asleep, only single lights illuminated the houses of the citizens. Lost in thought, the king flipped through one of the books, which spoke of the events of the day when Wilbur blew up part of L'Manburg.

A note fell out of the pages and landed on the table. Irritated, the exhausted blue eyes looked at the piece of paper and moments later read the letters hastily scrawled onto it.

"I wanna live, wanna live, deep inside I've always been reaching out for a hand, so don't let this be the end. Mushrooms growing on my head, still remember even then, where you are when I'm dead.
-R"

It looked as if the author of these words had been in a panic, the pen used to write must have failed in between, because there were some splotches and desperate dashes on the paper. Thoughtfully, the brown-haired man looked at the note; somehow he knew this writing. Again and again he read the words and repeated them in his head, trying to remember someone who had been murdered or had died from some illness.

Then suddenly the sheds fell from his eyes; Ranboo. The 'R' at the end of the words was his signature, he signed all the letters he sent to the smaller one while he was visiting other kingdoms or such like that. His husband had been the one to write this note, had been in a panic when he had written these words and had desperately tried to get help somehow.

Carefully, the blue-eyed man reached out his hand for the paper. His finger gently touched the solid material as he blacked out and a vision played in his head.

His lungs burned as he sprinted across the meadows of the kingdom, trying to escape his pursuers. A quick glance behind was enough to show that they were right on his heels and would soon catch up with him. Sad eyes looked to the castle that towered majestically above the city, bathing it in its shadow, the setting sun disappearing behind the stones of the building. The window where his beloved lived was dark and he seemed to be asleep already; understandable, he had a stressful day.

His legs grew tired, his breathing was rapid and his steps slowed as he accepted his fate and faced the sword that thirsted for his blood.

So this was how it would end. Killed by those who called themselves the king's servants; his husband's. He was in their way, he could distract the king from the important tasks and thus destroy the kingdom.

A smile appeared on his lips as his soon-to-be murderers stopped in front of him. He accepted that this would be the end of him and he would never be able to hear his husband's laughter again. All the memories and moments with the brown-haired one went through his mind as the sword pierced his heart and soon took away his oxygen as well as his life. His body collapsed lifelessly to the ground, his eyes staring blankly into the grass in front of him and his blood staining the grass around him.

Sam did it. He had saved his kingdom from ruin, and all he had to do was come up with an excuse to give to his king.

Breathing heavily, the young man opened his eyes and stared at the note, trembling.

They had killed him.
It was no accident, it was murder.
And this by his bodyguard, his most loyal guard.

Tubbo felt betrayed. They had taken his husband's life and had lied to him for two years.

Carefully, he folded up the note and put it in his pocket before leaving the library and walking to his room.

If they expected him to save his kingdom after what they had done, they were unlucky. A backpack was quickly packed with essentials, the crown landed on his bed without a care and his legs carried him with quick steps to his best friend's dorm.

Without knocking, he entered the room, explained to his sleepy friend what was going on, and shortly after disappeared with him out of the castle and to the stables of the kingdom.

That was the last time the guards of L'Manburg had seen their king. With the excuse of taking a late night ride because he couldn't sleep, he had disappeared from the palace and never returned.

There was also no trace of Tommy ever again.