━━━━━ 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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a/n; sorry for the wait! also please be patient for Silas and MC to be reunited <3 thank you for all the support so far— it's incredible and I appreciate all of you. do vote on the chapter and comment as it really motivates me and helps me update faster!
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Silas never got why you were always so pessimistic about growing up, but now he understood.
In the days since you had left, he found himself clutching onto things of sentimental value. There were the drawings and poems you had written for him, all old and battered now but still plastered on the walls of his room. There was the smell of blueberry pie that reminded him of you, and there were the engravings on the tree and the origami that still hung from its branches.
Silas didn't know it then, but that would be the last time that you would ever fold an origami. Silas didn't know it then, but that would be the last time that you would draw silly shapes on your paper and laugh at them. Silas didn't know it then, but that would be the last drawing and poem that you would give him.
It wasn't much about growing up that Silas didn't like; it was more of the time passing. He missed you unbearably: he needed you with him. Silas wanted to keep missing you more and more, as that would assure him that you had not been some existence that he had dreamed up: you were real, and Silas had loved you, and you had loved him. His love for you was still in the present tense, and that was how it would remain.
Silas wondered how you were faring alone with the woman who had hurt you the most. You were sensitive, but not in a negative way. You were sensitive in the way where you would care too much about people's problems and feel too much for them. There had been the injured squirrel that you had tried taking care of last time, and when it had died, you had sobbed for days. You, being sensitive, suffered more. But you were also loved more, and you were also more flighty, more dreamy.
Silas would kill those who took that away from you. He wanted you to be happy. He wanted you to continue to have those big aspirations and unwavering happiness. And Silas didn't want you to come back from those six years all gloomy like and upset.
How long had it been since you had left Silas? One year? Two years?
Ah, yes. Two years. Silas had been thirteen when you left, and now he was the age that you were when you disappeared from the palace.
He still remembered the weather then. The day you had left, there was torrential downpour. The second thing that had come to his mind was: did you catch a cold? I hope you didn't get sick. It had been so cold there, and so empty, but Silas had loved you despite the betrayal. And now it was stifling, still empty, and Silas loved you still, and the love would grow bigger and bigger.
Silas was aware that you were the world, and he was orbiting around you. You were the sun, and he was flying way too close to you, his wax wings melting. His body was burning. But that made him feel alive; he wanted scars and blisters to prove that he had been loved by you.
