The Ruby Empire

King Habbar the Golem

Male Monster x Female Reader

For years your kingdom has been at war with the Golem. For as long as you've been alive and even before then, it's always been war. Not that your father is gone you've taken the crown. You've also decided that enough is enough. You're tired of war. You're tired of all your kingdom's funds going to something you find repugnant. You've begun the process of peace talks with the Golem king. You've corresponded through letters and dignitaries from both sides for a little over a month now. Now, you're going to his kingdom in a show of your trust. You've agreed to stay with him in his palace for a month. Until then there will be no fighting, no war. If your kingdom attacks in anyway you've agreed to his conditions. Same for him.

You arrived at his palace last night. You refused wine and food and went immediately to bed. In the morning though you agree to a private breakfast with him. He comes to your room and you glare at him.

"Why are you here?" You snap.

"Private breakfast," his voice is low and dark. He towers above you and one hand could do the damage of fifty mortal hands. You've only seen pictures of Golems and even then they were offensive representations commissioned by your father. All your life you were never permitted to see the war or read about the Golem kingdom unless your father approved. Of course, you ignored him and thank god you did. Even still you were not prepared for standing in the Golem King's presence.

He looks like a living volcano. His body made of dark, rough rock like chiseled armor. Between the joints and plates underneath his hot molten lava. It moves and churns, glowing bright. In a way, he's beautiful. But like a volcano, you know a threat when you see one.

You motion to your table. "Then please sit, your majesty." You take your seat and tighten your robe around yourself.

He remains standing and you cut your eyes up to him. "Why aren't you sitting?"

"The chairs won't hold me," he answers. He tilts his head. "Notice I've provided furniture to suit you."

You glance down at the wooden chair, polished and smooth. The seat extra soft. You hadn't quite put two and two together yet. "Oh," you gasp.

"You'll be here for a very long time. I wanted you to feel at home."

You're quiet as his staff delivers breakfast. They bring mounds of food and you're almost certain you see the table sag. The pour him a mug of coffee that's twice your size. You watch as he downs it, his lava burning a little warmer.

"I appreciate your sympathy," you start as you unfold your utensils. "From the way my father spoke of you-"

"No offense, my queen, but your father was a vainglorious ass."

You bite back your smile and laugh. Of course, you loved your father, but you didn't like him. You had to agree with the King's apt appraisal of him.

"He would rather see me drowned than speak to me. I'm afraid I gave into petty behavior and followed his lead."

You notice he has been watching you rather than enjoy his meal. He seems to be studying you or perhaps just lurking. "I'm sure he's rolling over in his grave as we speak. Not just because I'm here but because I wear the crown alone. He so tried to see me married. I think me telling him I'd rather let his prized stallion mount me than marry one of his inbred suitors is what did him in."

He was quiet for a moment and as you begin to feel embarrassed he lets out a gut-busting laugh. The walls rattle and a painting crashes from the wall. "I would give everything I had to have seen the look on his face alone."

You lick your lips and smile. "He threw up, actually."

He lifts his mug to you. "Then you're my hero."