Vanossgaming X Reader - Fairytale Princess

Chapter 10 - Almost there...

????'s POV

I tred through the hallway, bored and tired. Maybe I can get the princess to kick my shoes clean, that sounds fun. Why do I have to hold her captive up here until he comes back? He can just come and take her, because as far as I know, he is sitting on his throne, lazy as usual. I scoffed and turned a corner.

As I walked along the red, plush carpet, I sensed nearby lifeforms in the vicinity. I glared at my surroundings, searching for some idiotic guards or maybe even the king himself. Of course, nobody was in my line of sight. Of course the king wouldn't come find hid daughter, some high-ass douche as himself wouldn't go and save ONE GODDAMN LIFE. This was the only reason I joined this rebellion, to take revenge on the king.

Before I started walking again, a dagger shot three inches away from my face, narrowly missing my neck. I hissed, turning around to see an assassin, cloaked in an orange and red clothing piece, with white accents to it. An owl emblem sat on the right side of his chest, and he stood with a snarky smirk.

He tossed a few daggers around, chuckling. "Who are you?!" I snarled, feeling my blood boil. I didn't think he'd find this place this quickly, let alone the secret passage prepared if anything went wrong. "Oh, y'know, gonna take back what's rightfully mine." He growled, gripping a dagger between his forefinger and thumb.

With a swift, blurred motion, he pinned me to the wall, pressing the cold, hard dagger to my neck. I heard footsteps thunder down the hall, and I smirked. I was shot a quizzical look from Evan as I began to laugh, the cackling sounds bouncing off the walls. I saw cloaked men running down, lead by my apprentice, M.

My guards stood, ready for battle, but three figures shot around like lightning, through my swarms of guards. Soon enough, they were lying in the floor, blood seeping form their necks and chests.  The three figures stopped, revealing a blue cloaked assassin, a white and black cloaked assassin and a man with glasses. They all stood triumphantly and grinning proudly. I felt my mouth twitch into an evil grin, and I felt my magic generate in my hands. M stood, trying to stay awake from the lack of blood.

I cackled as I shot a blast of magic at the fiery assassin, sending him into the wall. I shot M a hinting look, earning a nod and he ran straight toward the princesses dungeon. This shall be immensely fun!

Y/n's POV

I sat on the cold, solid floor, watching small ants scramble across the stone ground. They lifted bread crumbs over their heads and climbed over my bare feet. I sighed, staring into the glass window, casting my reflection. I gasped and my eyes widened in shock as I looked at the peasant in the mirror, covered in dirt and sweat. Her f/c dress was torn to shreds and red whip lashes covered her face, arms and legs. Her usually bright e/c eyes were dulled and her h/c hair wasn't as healthy, nor shiny.

I looked away, embarrassed at my appearance when suddenly M barged through the door, hoisted me over his shoulders and ran down the hall. I shrieked as he threw me down the stairs, and I was surprised to be caught by a magical force. I was levitated through the heavy silence and was placed on a lush, red carpet. I heard gasps and felt eyes on me, but didn't dare to look. I knew she was going to use me as a bargaining trade, but wasn't going to keep her side of the bargain.

"Like what I've done with her? She's not a spoilt BRAT any longer." The woman cackled, slamming something into the wall. I looked up and gasped, seeing three familiar assassin's and a man with foggy glasses and an orange robe.

What surprised me most was Vanoss, his hood down and blood staining his scarf around his eyes. His mouth was curled into a snarl and he was breathing heavily, and he clutched his arm in pain. I felt tears sting my eyes at the poor, poor sight. He was wounded, damaged and I couldn't do anything to help him.

I attempted to stand, to no avail. Her magic was forcing me down. I obliged and watched the men I had thought to be familiar try their best to smash the forcefield of blue and purple magic down, white sparkles mimicking stars across a wide galaxy. I sat and watched as the demonic creature laughed maniacally infront of me.

"Y/n! You'll be alright, we'll get you out of there!" Vanoss yelled out to me, before being slammed into the wall. I screamed as blood began to stream down his forehead. "I'm... Fine..." He stammered, smiling at me. "Keeping up the act for her? What happens if..." The lady smirked, and I felt the barrier disappear. She stalked over, surrounding me in her magic and lifting me into the air. I yelped as I was slammed into the was harshly, feeling my leg sprain from the impact.

"...I've been through worse." I panted, growling. She frowned, lifting me up and repeatedly slamming e into walls, roofs, even people. I screamed as she slammed me into the lush carpet, snapping the wood under it and forcing me down under it. I heard her faintly cackle and lift me out of the hole, setting me down beside the wall. Vanoss yelled out something, but the loud ringing in my ear blocked everything out of my hearing.

I winced as someone pulled at my hair, and I cried out as the demon lady lifted a dagger to my neck, pressing down. I felt blood trickle down my neck, but I couldn't scream. Tears ran down my face as the pain became overwhelming. My lungs stung, but I couldn't breathe. The knife dug deeper, until it sliced through the flesh around my throat. I gurgle blood as an attempt for a cry out in pain, and slumped onto the wall. Pain painted my whole body and spots danced in my vision. People screamed, gasped, tried to help, all to no avail. For a sudden moment, a bright light shone into my eyes, as if a godly presence had entered the room, but I must've been mistaken.

...Or was I?

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN Sorry for the late update, but I hope you enjoyed, anyways! ;)
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