King Of Slaerin (Yandere King x F. Reader)

Chapter Three

Y/N's vision was slow to return, she laid down, and felt the earth spinning under her.

It almost seemed that she could hear faint voices. Whispers drifted around her. She groaned.

A fiery pang in her arm stirred her from the relaxing abyss of sleep. Blindly forcing her left hand to grip the aching area which turned out to be the whole length of her arm.

With her eyes still closed, Y/N gripped at the edges of her conscious mind to figure out why her bed was moving, and why her arm hurt so bad. Who were these people in her room? Groaning again she turned over, her nightdress felt rougher than usual and a little damp.

The princess felt along the edges of what was supposed to be her mattress. It was much rougher than it was yesterday, and she heard—felt a deep chuckle. Her brows furrowed. The laughter shook her body as if she herself had been the one to emit the sound.

She hesitantly decided to open her eyes.

What greeted her was not the soft white and gold of her old luxurious room, but the soft greens of the forest, and the leather the person carrying her was wearing.

"Finally up?"

She launched out of the man's arms landing on the soft moss in front of him. The ex-princess scrambled up to her feet, feeling self-conscious.

"Hey, hey, relax." The young man put his hands up, he had brown hair the colour of warm dirt in the sun, and eyes the colour of the greenery around them. He looked about her age.

Her jaw dropped, not because of the man's attractiveness, but because she had no idea where she was now.

"What is going on?" Y/N cried scurrying away. The man advanced a step, "Who are you?" Y/N's arm hurt and her body burned with exhaustion, "Where are we?"

The man slowly stepped forward as if he was unsure, "I'm not going to hurt you." he promised.

Y/N's mind flashed to the night her parents were murdered. The night she was assaulted. Her jawline tightened, and her eyes and throat burned with an oncoming sob.

"You... liar..." She choked out.

The man's eyebrows zipped together in what seemed to be a concern, but it bounced right past Y/N's eyes, all she could see were the assassins. Their uncaring eyes seemed to be burned into her vision. She didn't even want to remember the events of that night and how they had played out.

The man dropped a knife he was holding and threw a longer dagger across the forest floor, "I'm no threat I swear."

Y/N, stripped of her weapons, and alone dove for the long dagger. Before she could make it more than half a foot the weight of a larger body fell on top of her, crushing the smaller frame. Both of them let out a grunt of exertion they laid there for a moment. It wasn't too physically uncomfortable laying on the soft moss, but with the boy breathing down her neck Y/N felt suffocated.

"We can talk this out." The man said, "I'm Thorne, Thorne Blackwell."

"Get off."

"Can I at least get a name?" The guy smirked, "I saved you after all. Turns out you aren't dead. You were all bloodied when I found you. You still are. I thought the Hunters had already gotten to you— "

"Get off!" Y/N burned with fury, but it was simmered down by the confusion at the young man's words, "Wait, what?"

"You were passed out in Hunter Territory."

"Hunter Territory?" The girl echoed, the confusion made her almost forget the embarrassment and fury of being pinned to the ground by a guy she considered attractive.