The Queen Of Fear {Leonardo X Reader}

Prologue: Long Live The Queen

The young teenage princess sat in her room, staring blankly at the decorated wall of her room, a room that could easily fit inside of a small apartment. Her studies thrown about in front of her, on her mahogany desk. Every inch of her room was devoid of dust, every item in its place, the chandelier that hung above her small living area throwing light along the four corners. She was terribly bored at the moment, her hands in her lap, furling and unfurling. Her manicured nails cut into the palms of her delicate (s/c) hands, blood dripping onto the gold and red design of the dress that cost more than the combined wages of her subjects. She was awaiting the news of her father. No, he didn't care for him, though the people seemed to adore him. She despised him in fact, and was only awaiting the news of he had died, or not. She hoped he was.

        He was a 'kind' ruler in the eyes of his loyal subjects, but completely ignored the war that was brewing in his own country, in the very state that he had built their home in. Their castle, their home, built on the backs of slaves- of mutants. Her mouth curled up into a cruel smile as she joyfully pondered over how much pain he must be enduring at this moment, and the pitiful gazes of his citizens. No, she hadn't murdered her daddy. She loved him! He had given her everything she wanted without a moments notice, but there was just something about him. Something that unnerved this royal teenager, that made her want to wrap her hands around the neck of her father and just squeeze the life out of him. Because if she didn't, he would do the same to the country that she loved dearly.

      Her chin jerked up in surprise as a bell chimed politely, echoing around the loud chambers of her room. She stood slowly, grabbing some tissues off of her desk and pressing them against the palm of her hands. She could not face anyone with bleeding hands, it would only lead to rumors. The princess opened her mouth to call for her servants as she pushed her chair away from her desk, taking a few steps forward. Her double doors suddenly swung open to reveal her tearful governess, shaking violently, her mascara smeared on her dark freckled cheeks.

      The (h/c) haired princesses eyes darkened, her eyes narrowed as she widely walked up to her governess. "You dare barge into the heirs chambers without permission!?" The idiot should have knocked first. Her father may be dead but that does not mean that the help should abandon their manners.

The poor brown haired governess curtsied, a whimper escaping her shaking lips as she mentally kicked herself for rushing inside. The princess nodded for her governess to continue. At least this woman had some common sense to bow to her. "My, my apologies ma'am, but I, I have devastating news..." The woman paused, inhaling with a shudder as she straightened her back. "Your father, the king is... Dead." She finished in a voice barely above a whisper.

The princess kept her voice steady and her face blank, a common expression that she always seemed to have on. "Thank you. You may leave now."

  The governess nodded quickly, and swiftly turned around. She pursed her lips, recalling that she also had another bit of news for this terrifying princess. She turned around and cleared her throat. "The Counil have also made a decision on who should be the next reigning monarch." The princess took a sharp intake of breath. "You are now the Queen. It has been decided." The governess curtsied deeply and then continued in a strong voice. "May you live a long and healthy life my queen."

    The princess, or Queen, nodded at her as the governess exited the room. A small smile quirked up the corners of her lips as she turned and walked out towards the balcony, the cheers of her people resonating in her ears as she peered over the ledge. Her people were dressed in her favorite royal colors, blood red and gold, dancing, singing, waving around the American flag,chanting songs in honor of their new Queen. Sure, they should have been mourning the sudden, mysterious, death of their beloved King, but knew that if they did not praise the Queen, they would be seriously reprimanded.

   The queen exhaled softly, her eyelids fluttering shut as she jutted her chin proudly into the sky. The sun seemed to bless her golden rays of sunlight that seemed to make her glow, as the crowds began to chant.

    "The old King is dead- Long live the Queen!" They cried out, their booming voices resonating across the city, the same happening across the country. The cameras seemed to zoom into the face of their new leader, and some news casters swore there were tears on the cheeks of the young Queen, but none could prove it

    "Long live the Queen!" They chanted once more towards the skies. "Long live the Queen!"

     (Y/n) was their new Queen.

     (Y/n) (M/n) (L/n) was now the Queen of Fear.

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'You cannot change me Leonardo Hamato. For I am (Y/n), The Queen Of Fear. Now bow down to your ruler, mutant.'
~The Queen Of Fear, Your Ruler.

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