The Ruby Empire

Living Armor Boyfriend

Male Monster x Blind Female Reader

"Now stay here," he tells you as he pats your shoulders. "Stay still, keep your head down, and don't say anything." His voice and stern and cold as always, but you can hear the fear hidden inside it.

"I will," your voice timid.

He touches your cheek and you feel no affection there, but that's nothing new. He slips away and you hear his footsteps go back to the carriage. You listen to him leave, snapping the reins as the horse goes from cobblestone to dirt.

You shudder and sniffle. You squeeze your hands tight as you stand there like he told you to do. It's so quiet here, you hear no birds or even a breeze rustling leaves. You strain to listen, your ears aching to detect even a moth's wings.

Then it grows cold around you. It isn't like any cold you've ever felt. Your bones ache and your fingers feel frozen. Even your toes begin to feel numb. You breathe in and you feel like ice is shredding your throat.

Then, you hear something. You hear the deep, solid footsteps of someone coming towards you. The squeak of armor follows as it comes closer and closer. You keep your head down, your mouth pressed into a tight line. You grip onto your skirt, your shoulders trembling as the footsteps stop before you. You smell leather and iron. You smell the cold scent of an empty and untouched fireplace.

"Have you come here to die?" His voice comes out dark and deep. It is as if the darkness is speaking to you.

You hold back a whimper, keeping your head down as your father instructed.

"No," he says and a small gasp escaped your lips. "You have no desire to die inside you. You are full of fear, but it is not the fear of continuing." He touches you, cold metal tilting your chin up and lifting your head.

"An abandoned animal," he says.

The whimper escapes and tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you understand what your father has done. You know who is standing before you. You have heard stories of the dark castle nestled at the edge of the wood. The monster that lives there is a Knight of Death. A monster sent from Hell to punish the wicked and deliver death to the willing. Many elderly and in pain went to the Knight to end their suffering. Your father has done the same. He has left his child at the door, hoping to end his suffering rather than understand her own.

"Blind, aren't you?" The Knight asks.

"Yes," you whimper.

"Do you feel that is reason enough to end your life?"

You have been nothing but a burden all your life. Your mother is exasperated with you. Your father complains that you were not worth feeding. Yet you never understood why they felt such misery. They were not the ones who were blind, you were. You taught yourself to do things and to survive while they bemoaned their supposed curse.

"No," you tilt your head up more. "I don't want to die."

He pets the top of your head, his hand is heavy and cold. "If I turn you away you are sure to die. If I take you in I cannot guarantee your happiness."

"I would rather go inside," you shiver. "I am used to not being happy."

He sighs and with a gentle touch he takes your hand and leads you away. He takes you inside and the door echoes as it closes. He's silent for a long while, still holding your hand.

"How well can you handle yourself?" He asks.

"Once I learn my way, I'll be fine. I can clean for you. I'm afraid of fire, but I can do whatever work in the kitchen if needed."