𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

꧁꧂

     "Isn't this nice, (Y/N)?" Adrian asked softly into her shoulder, his arms intertwined around her torso so he could cradle her tightly into his own body. "As King... with Chalar gone... with Jannali's death... everything that seems to have gone wrong has now been righted, don't you think?"

    "Of course, Your Majesty," (Y/N) responded stiffly, her form rigid even when sitting in such a compromising position.

    After Jannali and her supporters were beheaded with their bodies being cleaned up and their blood scrubbed from the tile, after the preceded mourning period for fallen soldiers, a week later, a celebration was held. Carmellia was long held under Chalar's thumb with the threat of war, but when no longer under the tyrant Queen's rule, it seemed that everything was starting to fall into place. During the celebratory feast, Adrian staged a plan that would officially let (Y/N) live as a woman again, something he knew she desperately wanted, and decided that it was a good as time as any.

    Giving her instructions was easy as she followed along with anything he desired after how broken she had become, relying solely on him which he didn't mind in the least. She gave a performance. Letting everyone think she was drunk and intoxicated, she fell from the balcony, landing softly on a mattress disguised as the cobblestone below with a splatter of red paint to help seal her fate.

    To help seal (M/N)'s fate.

    In the following week after her male persona was mourned, a new persona was revealed: the twin sister. Adrian dressed her up with only the finest of jewels and even a wig to help sell the whole ordeal, being presented before him as an almost entirely different person. When seeing how truly beautiful she was, only noticing then all the curves and angles that he had missed when seeing her as a man, his heart continued to beat the steady rhythm of love and obsession he felt for her..

    She's mine.

    All mine.

    As Adrian led (Y/N) to her own grave to keep up the charade—the reason for her visitation being having heard of her 'brother's death'—he couldn't help but stare at her, marveling at how different she seemed. He found it almost ridiculous that only a bit ago, he had thought her male.

    He wanted her.

Everything about her, he wanted.

He knew that he could obtain his desires, knew that she could only see him.

    "(Y/N), do you love me?" He asked as they stared at her grave, the one he gave her in honor. "Will you always love me? And only me?"

    "Of course, Your Majesty," (Y/N) replied immediately, staring blankly ahead, not arguing in the slightest how he made her lean her head against his shoulder in a loving manner.