• Majesty • | Yandere King x Reader

Chapter One: Aryan

"Like hell i will!"

Holding both his hands together begging like his life depended it. Cause it did, really badly.
"C'mom please! Your the only person i can rely on at this point!"

"Why are you here again? Aren't you suppose to be working right now?" Honestly' im suprised he hasn't died yet with his countless debts.

'He's digging his own grave at this point..'

Clenching my fist stoping myself from punching this lunatic of a man- No, this child! This wasnt his first time nor will it be his last, the reason he's in terrible debt was for stepping on the wrong foot; well the King's foot to be exact.

He not only did he insulted the king himself but made a mockery of him calling him a 'Piece of shit for a king' and many other unhinged words that i cant be bothered to make though of. He was apparently very intoxicated after working his head of for his other idiotic debts. The exhaustion got to him so he exploded. Unfortunately on the king.

But i can't get mad at him for doing so, What made the king such a huge gossip was no one has ever seen the kings face. Such secrets will grab the attention of anyone; there would be assumptions of his face being so hedious it would scar the infants of the village. Or he may just be a dashingly handsome king women would fall in love at such beauty. It was all what everyone could talk about but i know. I know the past through the facade of gossips how much of a cruel man he is. He will go far and beyond to prove a point or get what he wants who could say no to him. He is a king afterall.

'Aryan needs to leave before the king gets to him'

"How much do you need exactly?" Rubbing my now scrunched up face. To others perspective it looks like a mother scolding her child honestly.

"I need 30 guilds! Thats all! I- I wont ask for money anymore! I promise!" The desperation in his tired eye's were so pitying. People have turned a blind eye for him with how many times he kept asking for money. Making even more debt in the process.

"Dont say promises you can't keep Aryan" My annoyance for him disappeared now filled with sympathy for the man. His life was in shambles when i first met him. Its no different now.

I walked towards my very worn out satchel feeling the sewn patches and rustic wear showing how long I've worn it. Pulling out all i have left.

"W- What are you doing?" I could see him from the corner of my eye looking over my shoulder fiddling with his scruffed up hands. Not saying anything i grabbed his hands and gently placed my hard earned money to him..

"(Y/N)! This is too much! I- I can't accept this!  You could escape this place with this much!"

"Exactly"

"W- What?"

"Aryan. You and i both know the king will eat you alive much sooner than later, you're on borrowed time at this point."

He flinched as if already understanding all to well how much of a mess he's in. I grab both of his hands tightly my money still in between our clutch in hopes for him to realise.. he has a chance. A way out of this fucked up punishment.

"Leave this village Aryan. There's a neighbouring village there. Go far away from this place while you still can!" My hands were shacking at this point but i held his hands even more tightly.

I could see an overwhelming mount of emotions on his face. But what i see the most was-

Gratitude

"(Y/N).. I- I don't deserve to have someone like you."

There's a new sense of emotion going through him one that i haven't seen from him. He stared at me with such seriousness, as if someone finally lit the way to a better life. A new era if you will. I feel very envious. But he needs it more than me as of now, he's running out of time.
...

I watched by my doorway i could see the ergency and anticipation in him from here. Aryan deserved this; watching him work his life away all because of passed stupid mistakes wasnt right. Call it whatever you want whether it be a cowerdly act or a person running away from their problems..

I just hope this won't cause me more problems. Or a certain King.

...

Unknown Pov.

Imbeciles. They all are! I have to do everything around here. They have no purpose for me anymore they never did in the first place. They sealed their death the moment they made a fool out of me. I hear slow footsteps walked towards me.

"Sire, do you wish for me to 'throw the trash out?' "
My chuckles could be heard through the enormous hallway. So sinister. As if he find enjoyment in such actions. Which he did. So very much. It fills him with joy hearing such screams of pain as there eye's soon become with void. So lifeless.

"You know me so well Milo. Make sure its painfull as possible."

The servant bowed with an emotional face lowering his head.

"As you wish. Your Highnesses"