King Of Slaerin (Yandere King x F. Reader)

Chapter One

 The night Y/N was banished was like no other.

"I know it!" She yelled at her parents, "There is something wrong!"

Merissa, her elder sister smirked at the unbelieving parents and her soul-tortured sister.

"And what do you suppose is wrong, Y/N?" Her father pointed out the window, "It's a perfect night, and we have plenty of guards."

"Well—" Y/N started to exclaim but was cut off by her mother.

"Y/N," She started gently, "We know you want what is best for the kingdom, but I believe you can see why we would have the suspicion you jest."

"I know." Her voice broke, "It's just, I have a bad feeling. Let us put guards outside of your bedroom door."

"No such measures shall take place." Merissa broke in, "Why would our dear parents worry about a meagre..." A mocking tone arose, "Feeling you have."

Their parents were already used to Merissa's ways and fully planned to give the kingdom to Y/N when she turned of age.

"It is a quaint night, Y/N," Her mother smiled and rubbed her cheek, "I bid you, to be calm."

Y/N's fury was transformed into a dagger stare at her elder sister. She gave her a look only either of the two sisters could decipher. Y/N knew Merissa had something to do with this.

"On another note," The king continued as if the small fight had never broken loose, "Y/N has received but another letter from her betrothed."

"Oh, he seems quite lovely." The queen fawned for her daughter who did not quite like her own soon-to-be-husbands attempts at poetry.

"Any word from my own betrothed?" Merissa asked, her eyes sparkling with hope.

"In time dear." Their mother answered as Y/N grabbed the white envelope from her father.

The girls' eyes scanned the page watching each letter fade into the next. She grimaced a little and decided to read it aloud.

"Your E/C eyes shine like stars.

Your portrait is my prized possession

I shall love every one of your scars

I love your face there is no question."

The two princesses witnessed their father laugh aloud, a rare sight within the daylight hours, "He reminds me of when we were young, Doris." He held his wife's hand.

"He is just as great at poetry as you, Darling." Doris grimaced looking over Y/N's shoulder at the letter before grabbing it out of her hand, "It seems he enjoyed your portrait, Y/N."

The youngest princess of Ayoucan shook her head blankly. She was too focused on the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong, call it whatever you may, but Y/N knew something was off before the night even began.

The family finished dinner, and the silence Merissa sat in did little to quell Y/N's nerves. Eventually, the two sisters were dismissed to bed. Y/N changed into her F/C nightgown. She had grown accustomed to this particular gown during the night because of its baggy, free flowness. Her sister was quite the opposite. She had determined that she must keep a form-fitting dress as uncomfortable as it was even during the nights.

After Y/N had changed she couldn't do much else. She paced the floors of her room until she was sure she had made an indent appear and she tied her into a tight ponytail.

Y/N walked slowly and quietly out to the balcony wondering if somewhere in the castle whether it be a servant or even her sister might be looking out at the same moon. She sighed feeling on her lonesome with the comforting night sky to guide her.