King Edward (Ed Sheeran)

Chapter 13 & 13.5

King Andrew up top. That guy is 38.

Chapter 13--Edward

I removed the glass top from the vase of strong smelling drink. It smelled disgusting, but I poored it into a glass anyways. The door to the unfamiliar study swung open, with a man reading from a book as he entered. He looked up from the book and was shocked to find me, sitting in his seat, my feet upon is desk. "What the hell are you doing in here?" He demanded me.

I stood up from his chair, which was not nearly as comfortable as I portrayed it to be. "Me? I am Edward."

"Well, Edward, what the hell are you doing in my private study?" I looked upon the man, the one man who I blamed for all my sorrows and found that he was not the disgusting looking pig my mind had tricked me into visualizing. He was very clean, in fact, and quite handsome. He had a mass of dark colored, curly hair atop his head, and pale blue eyes. Very different from what I had expected for so long.

"I came through the window." I said carelessly. "Came through your window, sat in your seat, drank your...disgusting drink--what is that?" I asked, pointing towards the dark liquid in the crystal glass. "Its repulsive."

"Again, who the hell are you?" He demanded.

"Edward. They call me Edward. I was born a prince, my father made me a King after you killed him." I said, anger, anger tearing through me, but I kept it hidden.

"How the hell did you get in here?" He demanded. He instantly looked frightened and I fed off of his fear, absorbing it, drinking it in. I smiled at him.

"The window. I came through your window." I explained, coming closer to him.

"Do not come any closer!" He commanded.

"I see what kind of King you are. Smart, so you think. You thought this you could send men into my kingdom to raid it, to gain control, but you know where all your men are now?" I asked him. He flattened himself against a bookcase. "Dead. They are all dead."

"You are a liar! Who are you? This does not make any sense! Guards!" He yelled. I closed the distance between his body and mind and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. It tore in several places as I lifted him clear from the floor, hanging in the air. He looked surprised, but most off, fearful. He began to swing at me, but it was as if he were punching a kicking a wall.

"I am a reasonable man, Andrew," I explained to him. "I came here to plunge my thumbs into your eyes until your brain was pouring from your ears, but I am going to make you an agreement, Andrew."

I gave him a hard shaking before dropping him, making him fall to his knees. "My king!" Someone called through the door.

"Send him away," I ordered. Andrew looked unsure about what to do. I could feel my wings straining against my clothing, and at any moment, there were going to tear free, as was the rest of me. "I said...send...him...away."

"I am fine!" He called out, despite the fact that his voice was breaking. "I am alright! Do not come in!"

I smiled, relaxing a bit."You came here to make a deal?" He asked, rubbing under his arm.

"I did!" I smiled brightly, as a pleased child would being rewarded with a sweet. "I came here to...make an arrangement. You will find it to your liking."

Andrew slowly climbed to his knees. "What is it you want?" He asked me.

"It is simply. I want you to remove all you men off of my land and land that one belonged to me and my father."

"That is ridiculous!" He scoffed. I turned around and saw him, still quivering in fear. I grabbed his shirt, yanking him forcefully. "But I am sure arrangements can be made. It is possible."