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(I have been simping way too much over him-)
blood! (also talks about abortion and basically killing children, please do not read it if you are uncomfortable)
F!reader
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You held your breath, not daring enough to make a move.
At one point you tried to peek your head out a little bit from under the table, but quickly regretted your decision as you saw lifeless bodies of people fallen on the ground.
This was supposed to be an extravagant ball to honour the newly crowned king; who would have thought that he would decide to wipe out the entire court of the previous king.
Did he really loathe his father that much?
Hundreds of questions swarmed around your head, but the best you could do was hold your breath and stay hidden under a table. You never even wanted to be here in the first place, but your husband had dragged you.
Your husband, a general of the army who led the soldiers into victory....that was before the current king killed him.
He was the first person to be killed by the king, and you had to watch the horrifying scene unfold before you. The entire kingdom believed that the newly crowned king would be someone with great kindness, just as his predecessor had been.
How would the people react to this massacre the king has caused?
As you leaned against the leg of the table, holding your stomach with both your hands in a protective was. You could hear something being dragged against the marble floor, and it definitely wasn't a dead body.
It sounded like something heavy and made of metal was being dragged, most probably scraping the beautifully polished floor. Not the blood of the people had already ruined it.
The sound got louder as it reached closer to the table you were hiding under. You began to unintentionally count numbers in your mind, waiting for the moment when whoever was dragging that thing would disappear.
But as soon as it reached your hiding spot, the sound stop and your heartbeat increased.
As silently as you could, you pulled your knees towards your chest and tried your very best not to start crying out in fear.
But you were helpless and could only watch the tip of a sword pull the tablecloth upwards, allowing cool air to finally enter your lungs, but also the horrendous stench of blood.
You watched helplessly as the king bend down to look at you, his eyes gleaming with madness.
At last you finally let out the breath you held in for so long and tears began to stream down you cheek and onto the marble floor.
