𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 - 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗖

Making a dottore fanfic because I'm obsessed with him

Btw this is a Royal AU with no visions nor traveller. Almost nothing will be canon related. I'll be changing the political statuses of some regions and their view towards the archons.

This story will contain smut, blood, gore, violence, mentions of trauma and so much more. Dottore is his own warning after all lmao

I'll make sure to warn properly tho

This specific chapter will contain mentions of murder and experimentation(not on the reader), blood so you've been warned.

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The silent dripping of the leaking ceiling resonated throughout the stone walls, green moss growing above the hard surface and tearing apart the structure. Dried blood with a mixture of grime and soaked dirt filled the dungeons below the palace and despair clouded each of the prisoners' minds. Whether they had been unfairly imprisoned or not did not matter, all of then were forced to rot within the cold claws of their selective cells. Their lives slowly fading away and their minds spiraling into madness, such was the fate of those who's freedom had been stripped from their bare hands.

These poor souls longed for the day that they would be able to gaze at the clear skies and starry nights without being behind bars with their joints shackled.

This, however, didn't concern you at all. You didn't feel not even a bit of remorse for these people, you only cared for yourself and those you loved. Perhaps it was cruel, but in this world governed by the heartless you couldn't afford to soften the walls you had built over the years around your heart. Not again at least.

Striding with upmost elegance, you made your way through the various, lone cells. All sorts of eyes were on you, eyes that had seen the horrors of this world, eyes that had witnessed murder, eyes that had watch injustice happen right before them. These stares scanned your whole figure, picking at the small details that indicated that you were, in fact, not from this place. The exotic threads from what your dress had been woven stuck out like a sore thumb, your smooth skin and soft locks of hair serving as a sign for those who weren't aware of your status in this awful society.

"Princess." A whisper, a small plea, crept to your ears making you glance back at the tired knight who trailed after you like some lost dog. "I don't think you should be here. It reeks and someone like you with such-

"Tell me, when did I ever ask for your opinion, Ser Huffman?" You cut him off, your glare being a knife to his soul. The man's lips thinned and he hung his head low, his maroon irises avoiding your gaze.

"Apologies, Your Highness." He spoke and you resumed your previous actions.

Eyeing each cell, you searched for your target, your dull hues striking fear whenever you would lock gazes with a prisoner. Some of them would give you kitten eyes, as if that would make you pity them. Instead you would scowl, feeling great disgust at the thought of them trying to manipulate you.

As your heels glided across the cobblestones, a wrinkled hand gripped the hem of your skirt with such force that you considered kicking the person if it wasn't for the fact that it was an old man behind bars. His opaque eyes met yours and his lips quivered as he struggled to form a sentence.

"Y-Your Highness... p-please... have mercy for an old soul like me." His words came out as a broken sob, and you jerked your skirt away from his hands.

You ignored the man's words and you kept on moving, annoyed at the fact that you had to visit such place. You didn't have time to hear some old man who would surely die within the year, you needed to focus on your own problems.