• Majesty • | Yandere King x Reader

Chapter Four: Negation

  "(Y/N)(L/N) you say?" The king said rubbing his chin in a pensive matter. Aryan nodded furiously and with whatever ounce of voice he had left he said,

"Yes you're Majesty! They run the bakery a few shops away! I- I could lead you to them if you'd like!" Its honestly so disappointing how a man such as him can so easily uncover other's for his own needs. He was hopping for a more mulish character, the play hasn't started without ones bloodshed. And oh was the king craving for it.

"No need. I shall investigate this matter myself." He said as he stood up retrieving his brood disguise from one of the maids. The cape could be heard flailing around his broad shoulders with such rustle. It has been fairly suffocating in such an enormous estate, no harm in taking a breezy stroll once in a while, this will be no different from the rest blood will be spilled in one way or another and he intends to be the one causing such actions. The King walked towards the arched enormous door with such stead to his steps.

"Y- Your Majesty shall i then be spared from my actions?" He said now staring at the now masked king radiating with hope. Oh how hilarious thinking it would change his treasoning. Such deceitful actions won't be so easily tarnished. One thing to understand is the king wont change his mind once he's set on it. And when he does you best believe the all fathers will do nothing but give you sympathy.

"Aryan was it?" The king questioned without looking back to face him. Aryan nodded but after realizing he can't see it, he quickly uttered,

"Y- Yes your Majesty. My name is Aryan Frazer." Aryan stated already so sure of himself his death has postponed just a little while longer. He was terrified hearing such rumors about the king. How he would behead those who disobey him, to only send their heads to their families as a warning. How he would steal children of such families who couldn't compensate there debt to the king. And that fear will always be the core of this horid place.

And that if you are with me or against me.

"Aryan. I've heard your family is now in the afterlife. Quiet a tragedy my condolences."

The king said. Aryan was quiet urging the king for him to continue. But that was something to not look forward for. For death was right beside him more close than ever.

"Do say my regards for them in the afterlife"

Not a single uttered sound could be heard from Aryan. But only the sound of his decapitated head falling from his sliced neck, to the now bloody marbled floor. I thud could be heard as his body soon fell afterwards. The kings face remain emotionless, as if death has always been so close to him yet death has bound to greet him with a hug aswell. Without a single beat he continued on towards the door not before saying an order.

"Clean this putrid body of his, for if i see a speck of his reminiscence ill gladly introduce you to death myself." He said in such intimidation. Within a second maid's and butler's hurriedly finish the task hearing quiet mumbles from the head maid. For this was a genuine warning, and one that no one would not want  to face such consequences. The door could be heard opened by the stationed gaurds each side, echoing through the hall, soon after hearing it close has the king left to deal with this set of circumstances.

"Your Majesty do you wish for me to escort you?" Milo asked following the king. Milo has been his secret right hand man, all the thing's the king wishes he does so. In the eye's of the public he's merely an assassin for the king, nothing more.

"No need. Watch over the palace while im away, This will not take long. Now. Bring me my horse." The king ordered, not in no mood for a conversation. Milo now silent just nodded and bowed understanding he no longer wishes to continue this. He walked away until he's unseen by the king, now finally in his own presence.

'(Y/N)..What an exquisite name.'

How it rolls of his lips felt so. So right.

Now refelcting on what has said, the King is now filled with hardened feelings, there's no time for such dilly-dally it wont matter for sorts for their blood will soon be kissed by his sword. In perfect timing Milo came back with a his horse, the majestic creature was black as night their fur so very well kept and clean, so soft to the touch. With one swift motion he climbed on top of the horse, doing it so countless of times it has been psychologically ingraved in his mind, like riding a bike if you will.

And with that the King has rode off, no one is worried in the slightest for that matter, for he is more than capable of killing dozens if he so wishes. Milo watched as the horse ran with such speed, leaving flying dust in the process. He said nothing as he watched the Kings retreating form go smaller and smaller until there is no more of him. All Milo can do is walk back to the intricate palace knowing blood will be seen on his ruffed clothes, and it most definitely wont be the Kings.

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The town was filled with hard working people, all for food to be had for the dinner table at the end of the day. The king has now slowed the horse to a small stroll, sensing the multiple stairs on him. He couldn't care less what they think of the cloaked man- the king. No one knew for better reason, it has helped him gather secret insights without giving terror to the towns people, suddenly out of his thought's his senses now filled with the smell of fresh bread and it seems the midnight horse could smell it too ushering towards the place of such smell.

'This is the place i persume.' The outside looked no different comparing the other shops beside it but one could see in the display window a row of golden brown pastries of sorts all so beautifully unique. Without much strength he opened the doo, hearing the door bell chime above him.

Not to long after im met with a gorgeous women all in its glory, one could see an unclean face with streaks of flour along with uncleanly attire. But what the King saw was just pure perfection. Everything felt so very very right more than ever. Has the all fathers given him such a blessing to behold? Most probably far from it.

"Yes hello! Anything you'd like?"  Oh dear heaven and earth its as if a siren has enchanted me. This is so foolish of me, if people could hear such thoughts from the king. Its so unheard of!

The King internally reminded himself to not forget they have done such incident, and as King he must follow his own allegations. Its so unfortunate but such actions of this person will still over power the unexpected foolish infatuation, and he most certainly wont act on that foolishness. For such unknown is feared by the many, and to those who are willing to push past that high wall are now forever left with having nothing but faith, blindly following with trusted hands.

And that's something the King fears. himself.