• Majesty • | Yandere King x Reader

Chapter Two: Scum

"That will be 5 guilds ma'am!" I said in a polite manner. Handing the delicious pastry still fresh and warm to the touch towards her, my calloused fingers used to the heat. Its been 2 weeks since Aryna left from this whole emotional ordeal. Thankfully there hasnt been any royal guards waltzing up to me with there ready to kill spears. Well at leats not yet. And i hope it wont come to that.

The lady walked out towards the worn out plain oak wood door. Walking in and out of this place for countless of times ive began to noticed such delicate carvings of each swirled stroke. This bakery has been my humble abode for quite a while. More so my whole life. Passed down to me from my dear lovely parents. I could remember reminiscence of my youth, helping in anyway i can to support the business. They were definitely weren't ground breaking now that i reflect on it. The sun can be seen seeping through the porcelain glass shining the whole scenery in front of me. The whole bakery felt calm so very calm. Its so eerie with how nothing unfortunate has happened yet.

'Not that im complaining tho.'

But i was so very mistaken. The calm before the storm is what i would describe it.

...

Unknown Pov.

The room was tense. So very tense. Silence filled the air with a murky haze but that did not bother him in the slightest, oh no. He couldn't care less what they though of him as of now. Here he was sitting on his bejeweled throne, The gold refracting the suns rays around the hudge room but its nothing but cold. As if a dark thick cloud towered over everyone in the presence of this man. The King.

"Explain yourself." The king said with a icy emotionless stare can be seen from him. His leg crossed over the other and his face leaning against his hand in a disinterested stature.

"I- Y- Your Majesty! Please forgive a c- cowerdly man like me!" The man said shaking furiously. On the soft blood red carpet where he kneeled; his forhead against the floor praying to anyone who could hear his prayers to let him live.

"I w- wasn't running away you have misunderstood! I- I was merely v- visiting a friend and- "

"Enough."

The man flinched before him. The people around him could hear his ragged breathings his lungs begging for more as if the king is choking him with such distaste. But no one moved. No one dared say a thing, for it would be treason there will be all but pointless acting like a hero of a fairytale. You would be dead where you stand. Rustling could be heard from the king but the shine of his sword has done nothing but confirm the man's fate. And no one can escape such grasps from the king. No matter how hard you try. His steps made a theoretical thundering sound as he walked closer towards the man. Without such carefulness the king dragged the tip of his sword to the side of the man's face. Making a bloody cut in the process. The man was rather amusing to the king. But we have important business to deal with.

"You fool. Stop shaking like a rabid dog. Do you wish to meet my blade so soon? Im itching to have your disgusting blood spilled by my sword."

The man said nothing but his shaking has belittled to almost nothing. But his unseen tears says otherwise.

"Im a very kind man you see. So let us start over yes?"

He said so as he walked back to his throne and sheathed his sword back all in such one movement grace. Now seating upon his throne once again.

"Now. Why did you attempt such a thing? You must've underestimated us if you think you could flee from my state undetected. "

The man was thinking of all sorts of answers. Anything at all! One that would spare his life. He's faced with death before from his oh so problematic life, he can do it again. But such luck we'll soon run out. Right? It suddenly dawned to him.

"Y- Your Majesty! The reason for this was because i was t- told to! I could tell you who this person is y- your majesty!"

Sure he has escape death so many time's but they we're never said in good intentions. Survival of the Fittest is one would say. But i would call it scummy. The King rose a brow not that anyone will have the chance of seeing such an expression. They would be dead by then.

"Oh? Then who is this person of yours?" Suddenly now curious. There could be a group of them for all he knew and he was going to find out. One must cut the snake's head of in doing so. No one slips under the Kings wrath.

"T- There name is (Y/N)(L/N)!"

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The calm before the storm

Something that could be acknowledged from everyone. Nothing but their own self fortitude can help them now. Its as if they walked freely in the beast's lair and the beast is hungry. So very hungry. This is where they will finally meet death itself.

And it is gladly welcoming them with open arms.