𝗞𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗲𝘁

[𝟯 ➟𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 ]

[Y/n] found herself wandering around the indoor garden. She silently admired all the plants displayed around while humming softly. Spotting something from the corner of her eye, she quickly spun around.

A beautiful bunch of dark colored flowers are displayed proudly inside a glass container. It was placed under the shade of a small tree. She slowly approached it, awed by it.

A kind looking old lady approached her with a smile. Judging by the clothing she's wearing, she must be the gardener, "I'd be careful around that flower, Madam. They are rather poisonous."

"Is that so? That's quite interesting. Why would a poisonous flower be kept inside the garden?", [Y/n] queried. Who the hell in their right mind would keep a flower that could harm them.

"His Majesty finds them pleasant to look at.", The gardener answered. [Y/n] nodded at the response. So it's just there for decoration then. Understandable, the beauty of the flower is the reason she approached it after all. It's a shame she's unable to touch it.

[Y/n] bid goodbye to the gardener. The heat was becoming too much to bear. She went back into the castle halls, continuing to roam around. Thankfully, she still roughly remembers the layout from her earlier exploration.

Deciding that her goal was the library, she hummed as she walked. Walking soon shifted into running, picking up the pace as she sensed a presence following her.

She inwardly groaned. Couldn't she have just one peaceful day? Or is that too much to ask for?

She speeds into the library and slammed the door shut. Hopefully she managed to lose the one tailing her. Whoever they were, they were incredibly good at concealing their presence, but not good enough for her not to notice.

She sighed in relief and turned around. She froze up, her body tensing at the mere sight of the man. Immediately, she wanted to lock herself in a room and die. There the king was in all his glory, standing face to face with her. Actually, more of face to chest with her given how fucking tall he was compared to her.

Holy shit what the fuck is he doing here.

Well it's his castle, dumbass. Obviously he could be anywhere at anytime and any day. He stared her down silently with an expressionless face before taking two steps back and motioning to a table behind him. His expression swiftly changed into a pleasant, yet clearly faux, smile.

"Why don't we have a seat and discuss all about your.. present situation?", He suggested, striding over to the table and taking a seat. His eyes remained on her, waiting for her to sit down.

She awkwardly nodded, sitting across him. Her hands rested on her lap while she straightened her posture. She nervously fidgeted with her fingers as the silence stretched out.

Taking the initiative, the king spoke up, "If possible, may I query you, Miss..?", He trailed off, observing her.

"[Y/n] [L/n], Your Majesty.", She said, "And I don't mind.", Her response was stiff. He nodded at her permission, pleased by it. Although he would've interrogated her either way, having her consent was certainly much better.