The Ruby Empire

Adi the Rakshasa

Male Reader x Male Monster

King Amit's court is much grander than you had expected. Then again, all your life your father talked about how horrible the Rakshasa and their kind. You never liked the way your father spoke of them, but now you know he had spoken out of a place of jealousy and vitriol for them. King Amit was nothing but gracious when you agreed to open your borders with him. Your two kingdoms had been teeter-tottering for ages due to your father's perceived hatred of the Rakshasa. Now that he was gone, you were all but happy to wipe away any trace of him.

King Amit's wife, Mythri, was lovely and gracious, you were enamored with her instantly. No wonder the Rakshasa court was such a draw with a queen like her at the helm.

"You just missed the wedding," she sighs. "It was wonderful."

"You mean Queen Imani's, right?" You ask.

Mythri nods. "I was beautiful. The groom designed and crafted all the gowns. It was a remarkable event. I will so miss them."

"Is it common for Rakshasa royals to marry commoners?" You ask.

Mythri smirks. "Only as of recently. I would love to see the trend continue, sir."

You chuckle. "I only planned to marry someone to piss of my father while he was alive. Now that's he's dead and buried in the ditch I left him, there is no need."

"Your father wasn't your favorite person I take it?" Mythri asks.

"Not at all," you huff. "He was so full of hatred and anger. I couldn't stomach his presence sometimes."

Mytrhi pats your back and you feel comforted by her presence. "Do you mind if I change the subject."

You beam at her and nod your head. "I insist, your majesty."

"You have quite a few piercings," she remarks. "I couldn't help but notice the ones on your tongue."

"It's a tradition in my kingdom," you answer. "The piercings each symbolize something. Rites of passage, age, conquests, wars. You name it."

"The tongue one," Mythi asks. "Does that mean anything?"

"It means I thought it would be a lovely addition," you chuckle.

Mythri giggles as well and loops her arm with yours. She gives you a guided tour of the castle before showing you to your quarters. The castle is magnificent and better yet, the staff seems happy and pleased to be there.

"You're in for a treat," Mythri tells you as she takes you to dinner.

"Am I?" You've already grown fond of Mythri and you can see why Amit is wrapped around her finger.

"The Royal Circus is in town," she replies. "The dancers have come tonight to entertain us after supper."

You bite back a smirk, you've always loved dancers, and the Royal Circus is known for having some of the most beautiful performers in the world. This includes their renowned and highly sought after Liger Troupe.

You anxiously await dinner to be over, barely tasting your food as the excitement builds. Afterward, you and the group are taken into the ballroom where there have been chairs and tables set up around a marked staged. The lights are dimmed and there are colored lights hanging about, coloring the room in purple and red. As everyone sits down the lights go off and then only the purple lights come on.

You gaze at the stage, seeing a single dancer. Your jaw nearly drops to the floor. It is one of the Liger dancers. They're so tall and regal, their body lithe. They're hips sway and then they move like water across the stage as they dance. Several more dancers appear but your eyes remained locked on the graceful Liger.