Ocs stories pt 2

Part 4; "Royalty"😭 [Prince Cyrus x Knight Reader]

A/N; sorry for not posting, life got busy and i got tired lmao, enjoy ^^

"You have."

"Aw cmon cyrus. I haven't done that much to you"

Cyrus saw red after that. If the knight hadn't saved him, they'd be dead. His anger was obvious and ruthless. The way the knight spoke infuriated him. The quietness and calmness of their voice as they admitted to killing someone so dear to him. Cyrus glared at the stranger sitting across from him, his eyes as red as blood and his voice as cold as night.

"You know nothing about what you have done. You do not know how much hurt you have caused, and the worst part of it all is that you don't seem to care. You couldn't give more then a fake empathy smile to the victims of this war."

You could practically feel the anger in his words. He hated the stranger, if he wasn't indebt to them, he'd slit their throat this moment.

Y/N; "And why should i care? None of your kingdoms people are my responsibilty."

Cyrus; "Why? Why?? You should care because they are alive. They are living cretures who deserve to have a fuck given about them! You are nothing more then an awful, heartless monster. You deserve nothing."

Y/N; "And what's so different about you?? You and I do the same job! We got get sent out to fight other people's wars."

The stranger wasn't going to sit there and take such insults. They stood up and drew their sword. Pointing it at the dragon and smiling sinisterly. Their [e/c] eyes where glared deep into cyrus's eyes. The tention could be cut with a knife. They hated each other with everything in their bodies.

"Prince cyrus, son of the fire king, and leader of the dragon army. You are a disgrace to the title prince. You are a lowley lizard who never deserved anything more then a sword through his throat. you're an unfit leader and you're the reason Colton is dead, your awful planning and lack of army knowledge is the reason all of your men are dead."

The fire in the knights eyes was like a bonfire. If the hate they felt was physical, they'd be able to take on the lords above by themselves. They seethed their sword once again, and walked off to their tent, leaving cyrus in the cold, dark, night alone.

Cyrus sat there in shock, unable to process what had just happened. He felt a mix of emotions, shock, sadness, and hatred. He sat next to the fire and softly sighed, trying his best not to fall into the emotions, trying his best to remain strong. Like his father. 

".... am i truly that awful?"