━━━━━ 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; this is a shorter chapter, my apologies hahaha — to clear up any confusion, there's two flashbacks labeled 'past.' One is Casper and Ralph, and the other was MC and Silas way before their separation
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PAST
Ralph had never entertained the thought of having a child, but when he saw the bubbling baby cradled in his arms, his heart felt like it was becoming full. Ever since the full blown fight between the Emperor and him, Ralph had found his heart splintering into tiny pieces, and now this child was piecing it back together once more.
"Y/n," Ralph whispered indulgently, slowly caressing the little boy's cheek, "you're so cute."
The baby had done wonders for the shaky bond between Sarah and him. Ralph, at this point, still couldn't find a way to love Sarah romantically, as a wife — but now, he could find peace in the fact that they were family.
His son gave a giggle as Ralph tickled his neck, and Ralph found that sound glorious. A warm smile spread across his face, and his heart warmed.
My savior, Ralph thought, this child...he will save me. I can have a family outside of His Majesty. I can have love, peace. I can live.
"He's quite a happy baby, isn't he?" Sarah beamed, taking Y/n from Ralph's arms — "everyone complains about how babies are all fussy and cranky, but it's the opposite. He hardly cries, and he simply laughs and smiles at us. Y/n's an angel, isn't he?"
Ralph agreed. "He's perfect," he whispered, "thank you, Sarah, for this gift."
Was fatherhood meant to feel so wonderful, so sacred? It was so easy, so why had his own father treated him so cruelly? How could one look at their own child and raise their hands against them?
How could one look at their own child and feel revulsion towards them?
How could one look at their own child and hurt them with their words, or make them cry?
Y/n was precious. So very precious and so very dear to him. Y/n had saved his life from misery, and even though Ralph had been horrified at learning about his existence a long time ago, now, he thanked the stars for him. Ralph did everything he could for his little boy — he built a treehouse for him (Sarah teased Ralph, saying that it wouldn't be a long time til Y/n could use it), he read storybooks to him, and occasionally, he sang him soft lullabies.
"He doesn't smile at others much," Sarah said worriedly. "Y/n doesn't seem to enjoy playing with his relatives."
