━━━━━ yandere!emperor x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!butler!reader
↳ ❝ GIVE ME ALL YOUR LOYALTY. ❞
|| Your first mistake was pledging loyalty to a bloodthirsty Emperor. Your second mistake was allowing him to indulge you in his twisted affections.
OR | In which you...
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Today was wonderful!
Silas seemed especially kind today — he seemed more relaxed, which was nice. I've begun mana-casting sessions with him, alternated with stupid conversations and drawing lessons (he insists.) How does a teacher tell a student that he simply doesn't have skills in drawing? Silas tried to draw an apple and it looked like a deflated lung...
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Silas says I've improved, and that I'll soon master it. Yay!! (Two exclamation marks because I'm feeling especially excited.) He's far more patient than my father. Speaking of my father, I haven't seen him for some time — he must be stuck in the palace. I thought I would miss him, but it's so peaceful. Maybe he's busy? My mother seems to miss him, which is odd, since they always fight. I'll probably erase this section out later when my mother reads my journal.
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Third day of mana casting lessons! I almost did it, but I lost concentration halfway when I had to help Elias, who had somehow injured his leg. Hope he gets better soon. Silas said that I shouldn't have done that because he could have easily healed the bird with his mana. Oops. But still, I'm close to having a perfect family! Soon, I'll see my father smile. Maybe he'll praise me too?
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The mangoes have officially been finished. What a bummer... I was so looking forward to eating more of them. Mom got grapes, which are yummy too. Frozen ones, especially, and they were large and purple. Hopefully Silas will like it! I saw Father today and I tried talking to him, though he seemed...oddly bothered? But he seemed to be on good terms with my mom, and they kept talking in hushed tones...
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On my way to see Silas! :) I shall update this journal later. But first, I shall have lunch with my family! It's one of the few times we get to eat together, so I hope I don't say anything stupid.
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"Eat more," your mother encouraged, pushing the plate of steaming meat towards you. She had made one of her specialties and your favourites — braised ribs — and now there were heaps and heaps of meat staring right back at you. "You're a growing boy."
"Can I take some for my friend later on?" You asked eagerly, shoveling a spoonful of rice into your mouth — "if we have leftovers, that is."
Your mother smiled. "A friend? Why didn't you tell us?"
Oh. Right. You had forbidden her from reading your journal. "I met a kid in the palace," you said cheerfully, "he became my friend!"
"Ah, is that so?" Your mother said pleasantly, "good for you. No wonder the dozens of cookies that I pack for you are always demolished."
