I have never once regret loving you,
for loving you was my purpose.
Forgive me, my love.
We have chosen the wrong universe to entangle each other,
But we shouldn't worry,
as I'll find my way back to you.
I always will.
[Knight!könig x Royalty!reader]
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NEPENTHE — (n.) An ancient Greek word, nepenthe is defined as a medicine for sorrow. It is a place, person, or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering.
if you had known,
if you had known just what tragic end we face,
would you love me just the same?
As the accolade concluded, you find yourself seated among your siblings. The people danced and dined, uncaring of their responsibility. They enjoyed the moment without a care for what was to come when the day ended,
you wondered if you'll ever be like these people.
tied to the shackles of your overbearing society, and yet they can smile and enjoy such gatherings, and there you sat, admiring them. They might be frauds. Some may have even stolen from your father, but you admired how they could stay joyful.
it's something you desired yet never tried to reach.
it simply can not be.
Though as the night went on, you find yourself wondering where the mysterious knight had gone. The other knights enjoyed their time, mingling with one another, and celebrated the festivity as your father had permitted them so. you wondered why everyone was here, but him—oh well—not that you'd know who everyone was since you were so occupied drowning in thoughts of your underwhelming life and a specific knight.
"Where are you headed?" One of your siblings asked as he watched you stand up. It is your youngest brother, Eros. He eyed you with suspicion when you stood up.
You turned your heel to look back at him, "I wish to retire for the night." smiling as you see him nod, you wished him a great evening before you turned to proceed, leaving the booming ballroom.
The walk towards your chamber was quiet. There were no servants nor guests in the hall. You assume the guards resided outside to keep watch of the entrance. The noise inside the ballroom eventually dispersed, leaving you the silence of the evening. It was comforting in a way.
You could only think of getting into your nightgown and sleeping for the night, not planning to return as the noise of the party deafens you, not to mention the constant approaching of nobles, eager to make their names known. Looking forward to sucking up to you and earning your favor.
that was what you are, a stepping stone. As you remain an heir, you will be a "connection" they need to support their clan and give them a place in this society. You predict this will only stop once you're over the succession of the throne and is ruling the kingdom,
you felt troubled, filled with trepidation, and contemplating the daunting responsibility of leading the kingdom. You can't help but worry about the weight of the burden placed upon your shoulders. doubting your ability to make difficult decisions and fear making mistakes that could damage the Kingdom and its people. You wonder if you have the right to rule and if you will be able to handle the pressure.
