▋HIS KNIGHT, HER PRINCE

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pinkeu ❀'s playlist
⇢ limitless - nct 127
⇢ highlight - seventeen
⇢ bing bing - aoa

--- ꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡ pinkeu ❀

"don't go [y/n]. we should leave. we might get caught and i don't want you to see it."

"i want to see them. if you're gonna stop me then leave...", you said, not trying to sound harsh.

you heard him release a sigh as he pulled over the black cloak. he placed your hood over your head and you both put your masks on. holding hands, you went through the hole in the wall. you could see all the people waiting by the huge blade on the stage.

you both stayed in the back as more heads of people came in.

"we really should leave [y/n]. i don't want you to get hurt."

"i won't get hurt. trust me."

"fine, just hold my hand."

you watched as your father screamed, the guards tugging at him. his feet pulling back at the ground, digging desperately for help. his eyeballs shot out as his breaths got louder. but the guards showed no mercy.

the guillotine's blade shined as it was above your father's pleads. the roars of excitement bursted into laughter as the fear in his eyes got larger.

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!", your father yelled, "I LOVE THE PRINCE! LONG LIVE THE BELOVED PRINCE!"

your father laughed hysterically as his saliva shot out. his hands were placed into the board as his head hanged out. hair covered in sweat and eyes red from tears. that's when it went silent.

"father...!"

his head rolled off as the blade was lowered. the once shiny clean blade was covered in a crimson liquid. your feet ran in the crowd but you got pulled back a bit.

"[y/n] stop it!"

"you don't understand..."

you knew your father was wrong. even though he treated you badly, you couldn't help but feel that part of you inside. but that pain increased once you saw another person come.

your mother's face was all pale with dark circles under her eyes. her lips all dried up with blood and her hands covered up in scratches. saliva was coming out her mouth.

standing there quietly, you saw as your mother didn't argue or say anything, unlike your father. rolling up your sleeve, you saw the scar she gave you. with the knife high above your hand, she sliced your arm that day. just because you were hanging around the prince too much.