King Of Slaerin (Yandere King x F. Reader)

Chapter Two

 Y/N was thrown out of the border.

The crowd from the courtyard had followed the guards and Merissa to the border of Ayoucan. The only thing that lives behind it is a dense wilderness, and far off somewhere the other three major kingdoms.

"Why not kill her?" Someone in the crowd shouted as they threw more stones at the girl who was beginning to bleed profusely.

"Why not kill her?" The new queen echoed, "That would be mercy upon the murderer."

Merissa knew that Y/N would rather die than be cast away from the only home she'd ever known. She wanted to make Y/N's life a living hell.

The crowd cheered for their new queen and shot taunts at the supposed murderer.

Merissa was given the ceremonial sword a guard had carried here for her.

"With the sword of the past kings and queens of Ayoucan, I hereby banish Y/N M/N L/N." For the show she put the sharp end of the blade against Y/N's throat and made a thin cut, it wasn't deep enough to do any more damage than a scrape but would leave a scar.

Y/N yelped and jumped up, she knew when she wasn't welcome. She looked straight at the new queen of Ayoucan,

"You've severed the thread that binds us, but tapestries woven in shadow still weave their own fate."

That was the second time she'd said that she hoped her sister would be able to decode it. Y/N and Merissa had always loved poetry, when Merissa was still a kind soul not battered by her common folk she and Y/N had written poetry together.

Before Y/N could get another breath in she was shoved outside the border by the guards who had once vowed to protect her.

Y/N noticed the painter, and fury flooded her. She knew this was a historical moment, but she hated the thought of being in a portrait bloodied and bruised, and having people mock her.

She decided to give the painter a scene to paint. In her dirty attire, she bowed, a small smirk crookedly tugging on her uncertain face. The former princess noticed the painter jump and hurry his work. This portrait of her bowing at her worst would be all over all the kingdoms whether Merissa liked it or not.

Y/N enjoyed the small feeling she got from posing. It wasn't exactly happiness, definitely not sanctuary, but possible control. She liked the feeling of having just a bit of control over her life.

Feeling like there was nothing more she could do she started to walk off into the dense woods.

She never denied killing her parents. Even if she did, nobody would believe her, and she would be marked as a murderer and a liar.

Walking in the woods wasn't hard from the start, the minor taunts from the villagers seemed to fade away as she trudged further into this newfound dangerous serenity. It started getting darker quicker than she remembered before due to the dense leaves above her head. When she had first left her home it felt like an awakening, now she felt terrified.

She hugged her mother's bloody dress desperately trying to remember anything she had ever learned about geography.

Picturing a map in her head felt harder than it ever had on any of the royal exams she had been forced to endure before.

Pulling at the very edges of her sanity she finally was able to figure out where the closest kingdom was. Slaerin. She had heard that the king was very strict.

There used to be many huge kingdoms in the land, but one day the former king of Slaerin got greedy, he first conquered the smaller kingdoms around his—which used to be close allies to Ayoucan—then with the extra military power he went on to take over every big kingdom near Slaerin.

Fewer kingdoms measured in military power against Slaerin.

Y/N's kingdom probably would have become a part of Slaerin if it hadn't been so far and small. Her kingdom was out of the way from most other kingdoms, and it was surrounded by dense forests and was more tropical. The former princess remembered hearing about how cold Slaerin was, it being so much farther north.

A dull ache in her arm allowed her to break loose from her thoughts, her old, now shredded and bloodied dress was beginning to drip crimson splotches.

Y/N wished she could've come with some type of homeless starter pack, or something at least. She felt naked with only the disgusting clothes on her back to adorn her, after all, she had grown up in the best dresses Ayoucan had to offer.

The ex-princess sighed, she would have to get used to this feeling of hopelessness. It was her life now.

It was like the events hadn't fully set in, like worse was to come. She felt calm, too calm for just having been assaulted and your life torn apart before your very eyes.

Suddenly, her foot caught on a root and she tumbled to the ground, painfully scraping the already torn neck, and cutting her face more. Her breath seemed caught within the cage of her throat. She coughed the wind back into her and stumbled to get back up.

How far had she made it?

How long had she been walking?

Wasn't it morning just a minute ago?

Was Y/N dying?

Her eyes felt heavy and the exhaustion weighed on her like a horse. The last rays of the sun seemed golden, she was so tired, and it was getting late, and her vision was fading.... Were those footsteps?

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Very short chapter, but necessary! I will probably post a longer one tomorrow or the day after, so stay tuned!