━━━━━ 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; I was literally so excited to post this chapter. I've prewritten parts of it all the way back from the day this fic was published (August 31) and it's finally out! not sure if it's well written (it may be repetitive, I do admit - so don't come after me for that) since I was a pretty tired today and didn't have the time to fully look through this: but nevertheless, I wanted to get this chapter out for guys to read - do comment as it would greatly motivate me!
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Six days after your twenty-second birthday, and two days after Silas had disappeared for the second time — your father came knocking on your door.
You were already in a bad mood, considering that Silas was keeping something from you. Days had passed, and still he hadn't spilled anything. You were really beginning to wonder if Silas was cheating, except that one look at him, it was obvious that he was too heavily in love with you to do such a thing.
Which begged the question: if Silas obviously adored you so much, why was he keeping things from you? Was he scared that you would view him differently? What was so bad that he didn't want to tell you? Just what the fuck was it?
And so, with your anxious feelings and glum mood, you looked at your father with an expression of disdain, lips curling into a scowl. The last time you had seen him, he had been announcing the news of divorce. What, was he going to announce quitting his job as the butler? But from that kiss, you doubted that the Emperor would let your father go easily.
"Father," you acknowledged. You two were standing at the door. You made no effort to invite him in. "What's the matter?"
You noticed with more curiosity than concern that red rimmed his eyes. Your father, ever so prideful, ever larger than life, looked like a tree about to be swayed by the hurricane. Perhaps a few years ago, he would have reprimanded you for your harsh tone and unfriendly behavior, but now he could only look at you weakly.
"Y/n," he managed, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry."
Your brain felt like he was lagging. You blinked your eyes, and then shook your head. There were a lot of things your father could have apologised for — for not caring enough, for neglecting you, for letting your family crumble. And so now, this innocuous, plain I'm sorry meant nothing to you. A while ago, you would have been astounded to see a man like him uttering these two words, but now, you were indifferent to it. You were tired of letting yourself hope, dream; think, of a whole family.
"What for?" Your tone came off confused. "...It's been a while since we last conversed. And now you're at my doorstep, offering nothing but an apology."
"Y/n," your father repeated again. His gaze dropped, and your eyes naturally followed his line of vision.
