Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

003. Blood Bath

Sukuna left the castle a couple of weeks ago. He set out for distant lands to conquer villages, eat its people and spread the terror on his behalf. This time, he had embarked on a journey to a nation full of curses to the southern part of the world to kill King Jogo and take his lands full of curses. Since all his threats to surrender failed, Sukuna would take them with his own hands. If victorious, he would be king of two kingdoms. A great masterstroke for a single curse.

The absence of his frightening presence was noticeable in the magnificent palace. Peace reigned in the spotless dark marble hallways, the quiet kitchen and the solitary great hall. Despite not having the pressure of everything being perfect, the servants made sure the castle would shine in all its glory for the king's return. The servants walked around at their leisure, pretending they owned the place. They ate at whatever time they wanted, laid down to rest on the lawn of the parade ground, and talked loudly about the rumors that have been surfacing about your relationship with the terrible tyrant.

Recently, it had come to your attention that you were Sukuna's favorite servant, but no one knew exactly why. The consensus concluded that it was because you were his mistress. Sukuna used to lock himself in his room with you for hours at a time and always came out with a broad smile. The truth is that you didn't sleep with him, you just gave him massages, fixed his outfits and sometimes talked for hours about the weather or his trips around the world. You tried several times to clear up the rumors, but it was hard to do so when most of them were stubborn seniors. Some believed you, an innocent servant who had never shown any such double-mindedness, but there were many servants who were jealous that the king only treated you well. So, they trash talk behind your back.

It was a rainy summer afternoon. You and a small group of servants were cleaning the great hall, the largest room in the castle. Surrounded by white concrete columns that rose to the ceiling, you sternly swept the red carpet that trail down the center. Diamond chandeliers softly lit the place, statues of the king stood tall, and the beautiful hand-painted mural raised on the ceiling harmonized the entire room. The drops fell softly against the giant window, in which the green outside could be admired.

"When do you think our king will return?" One servant asked the other as they cleaned the decorative torches that rested on steel bases around the perimeter.

"He won't be long, he has to come back to his concubine," the other one joked. They both let out small, annoying chuckles.

Those kinds of comments had become more recurrent as the days went by due to their new freedom. You knew they did it on purpose. They would raise their voices every time you entered the room or when you were about to go to sleep. None of the other servants seemed to want to intrude to keep what little peace they had. You smacked the broom down on the carpet hard to take out your frustration.

"How disgusting to be that monster's concubine, don't you think?" the other one asked. You could feel their piercing gaze on the back of your head, waiting for you to react to her uncalled-for comment.

"I know! I don't know how she can sleep with someone as hideous as our king," she replied with disgust in her voice.

Those two had crossed the line. If you didn't do something now, they would keep impudently poking fun at the king. You firmly grabbed the broomstick to confront them about their lousy topic of conversation. You approached them at a steady pace, dragging the broomstick in case you needed it as a weapon to defend yours and your king's honor.

"That's enough!" you scolded. "I don't sleep with our king! Besides, he may be a monster, but thanks to him, we can eat fresh food, sleep in safe beds and live in a magnificent palace! If I were you, I'd stop barking, bitches!" You exploded after such a long time of having to put up with their out-of-place comments.