Loss of Ignorance (Yandere male x female reader)

Ch. Fourteen: Wedding upon Suffering

Seated atop her head was the queen's crown of Credel: gold with wine red rubies and pure green emeralds. A red dress was on her with gold embroidery in the shapes of flowers. Kendra had a pleased smile on her lips. Next to her was Felin, the new king of Credel. He wore a red surcoat with golden embroidery in the shape of spirals, green tunic, green pants and black leather boots. Atop his head was a golden crown with the same gemstones as Kendra's crown.

Both sat at their feast table. The court members were on either side of them, and other nobles of Credel were seated too at the tables in the grand hall. Some of the smaller shop owners and apprentices with their guild masters were present as well. They sat farthest from the new queen and king.

In the middle, dancing occurred. Couples, those being courted and newcomers to each other danced away. Others drank and ate from the feast spread across the long wooden tables. Candles lit the space as did torches. As feet hit stone in merriment, the royal couple watched and enjoyed the power they held. Tonight was one of celebration, so Felin would hold off from talking to the royal court and new policies or adjusting some old ones. As for Kendra, she wouldn't interfere with Felin's wants. Rather, she'd focus on how she was treated in the castle and what luxuries she got from her new position.

Kendra took a sip of her wine from her goblet, smiling at the memory of walking down the aisle in her wedding dress with her crown atop her head. She was gorgeous and continued to be so. Her light blonde locks draped down to her waist, and they were brushed to perfection. And to top it off, she married not only a resourceful man but a handsome one. He helped her gain power. What more could she ask for. She barely even listened to the words the priest was saying at their ceremony, only really noting that she had said, "I do."

The vows didn't matter to her. She doubted that they meant much to Felin either. Both got what they wanted, and it didn't hurt that they both found the other physically attractive. It didn't matter that there was an eleven year age gap. To some, that was a small gap even. They were young rulers at thirty and nineteen respectively, but there had been younger in history; she was sure of it.

Felin was enjoying his new position too. He ate a bite of the roasted boar and was planning what he'd do first. There was also the matter of producing an heir. Kendra and he didn't intend to rush, but the people would want news of an heir. It was another celebration to them, but it'd also be a good distraction. With any luck, he could use such an announcement to his benefit.

Inwardly, he smirked. None of the people in the room had any idea what they had done. They sent an innocent woman to slaughter while murderers ate a royal feast and now ruled over them. And, all it took was a little bit of betrayal and flower petals. If only (F/n) had accepted his affections, she'd be alive right now and sitting next to him. Then again, Kendra was easier to manipulate and mold into what he wanted her to be, so (F/n)'s denial of him did work in his favor. But, he'd have to watch Kendra's personality. If she didn't make changes gradually, people would notice and no longer perceive as a kind-hearted queen who still was grieving the loss of her parents and even her killer of a sister.

Felin broke out of his thoughts, though, when he noticed the current song began to slow down. Probably, the people in the room wanted a show from their new king and queen. Stepping up from his chair, he held out his hand to Kendra. "We should share another dance, my queen."

Glancing up to him, she smirked and nodded. "It'll give me a chance to show off my dress more," she stated more quietly so only he could hear. She accepted his hand, and he guided them over to the dance floor. People stepped aside, and a minstrel sang a love song in the background while a flutist carried a tune alongside it.

Just as Kendra wanted, the gold threads in her dress glittered as she danced. Keiran simply wore a smile on his lips and leaned in a little. "I'm sure the women here will spread word of your lovely attire. It'll gain you popularity among them. Just make sure not to spoil it."

A smile stayed on her lips despite slight annoyance showing in her dark brown optics. "I won't. I'm not foolish, my king," she stressed. "Everyone still buys my mask, and it's easy for me to keep it up."

He leaned away and nodded slightly. Felin would keep an eye on her, though. "And, are you ready for this evening?"

"Of course, I am. Are you?" she asked with a quirked brow.

"I am." He spun her around and brought her back in. "Tomorrow, I'm sure we'll be asked questions. But, I do imagine that if we awake early enough we may have some time to ourselves before we're tasked with the day's activities."

"Well, a queen needs her beauty sleep, so I'll leave that to you." A chuckle escaped him. That was fine with him. He did want some peace and quiet to think; it always helped him come up with his next plan for power. Of course, he was at the top now in Credel. He achieved his goal, but why not push it further if he could?

Both of them slowed their feet, however, when the song began to slow down. They each took a bow as clapping commenced. When they rose back up, they traveled to their seats, letting others overtake the dance floor once more. While they watched the festivities in their honor, others weren't as cheerful, but they were present to keep attention away from themselves; they wouldn't want to start off on the wrong side of the new king and queen: Queen Kendra (L/n) and King Felin (L/n).

One of those was the lady in waiting to the deceased princess. Olive's brown eyes watched the merriment before her, but she could tell that others were simply putting on a show. There was a heavy cloud over Credel. It had been expected for King Avan and Queen Adela to live for many more years. They were in their fifties but healthy and showed no signs of decreasing that health, yet they were taken away from the kingdom just like that. A bit of mordia flower, and that's all it took.

She folded her hands over each other after she brushed back a strand of black hair. A simple light green dress covered her form. No jewelry adorned her. She liked to keep things humble, just like her princess did. (F/n) always had been so kind to her and made sure that she wasn't overworking herself; she treated her as an equal.

And, sometimes the princess looked as though she was the lady in waiting with her focus on her studies and healing. (H/c) strands wouldn't be tidy, and exhaustion would show on her face. Olive would only shake her head and help her princess tidy up before dinner. It just so happened that night of the king and queen's deaths that she had been running late. If it weren't for one of (F/n)'s bottles being found with mordia, Olive wouldn't have believed her princess' conviction. Even still, she had trouble wrapping her mind around it. Not once did (F/n) display any form of hatred and envy of her parents.

Yet at her trial, (F/n) sounded so uncaring. It pained her, and it didn't make sense, which only made it worse. If she hadn't seen the trial with her own eyes, she would've argued that someone else had been at (F/n)'s trial. Olive forced a frown away and took a sip of the wine in front of her. Despite everything, she missed her princess. But, she was gone, and she didn't have the courage to speak for her princess at the trial after watching how she behaved. She had been too hurt. Olive imagined that (F/n) had forgotten about her, had forgotten about most of them after she had been sentenced to death.

No one stood up for her after all. She was left alone. But, she chose that path. Olive tried to tell herself that, but she couldn't remove the guilt that lurked in her heart. Just why couldn't have (F/n) confided in her? Maybe, that could've prevented whatever negative feelings were boiling up in her princess. Mentally, she sighed, and her brown optics glanced over to the newly married couple. At least, it seemed like Kendra was healing somewhat. Her husband and new position probably helped distract her from the grief she was feeling. Olive presumed that Kendra felt ten times worse than she did since she lost a princess, but Kendra lost a sister.

She just hoped that she could serve her new queen and king well. That might help her heal over time from everything that had occurred. Kendra had requested another lady in waiting, and she had specifically requested her. So, that meant something. Olive sipped her wine some more. Tomorrow, she would start, and she would help Myra tend to the new queen. If serving her was anything like serving (F/n) was, she could become happy again, and that made a smile touch her lips. Soon, though, her attention broke out of her thoughts.

Queen Kendra and King Felin tapped their goblets together in a cheer to good health, and everyone else in the room followed. While Olive hoped for the pair to rule like the prior king and queen, Kendra and Felin planned to stray away from such ruling tactics. It truly would be a new dawn for the new rulers.